Lu Xuange traveled through Forty-Nine City in the 1950s, became He Yuzhu's cousin, and inherited a dilapidated incense and candle shop.
As soon as I moved into the courtyard, there was a hospital-wide meeting.
Xu Damao framed him for stealing a chicken? Is Jia Zhang going to occupy his house? Is Yi Zhonghai talking about the overall situation and moral kidnapping?
Lu Xuange smiled: "It's so tiring to talk about reason. I prefer to play metaphysics."
That night, Xu Damao dreamed of thousands of chickens asking for their lives. He was so frightened that he wet the bed for three days and became homeless from then on.
There are many memorial tablets of deceased husbands on the bedside of Jia Zhang's family. Ghosts cry and howl every night, causing mental disorder.
Yi Zhonghai's feng shui was ruined and everything went wrong. He drank cold water and broke his front teeth.
The animals in the courtyard collapsed and begged for mercy, but Lu Xuange leaned on the Taishi chair and slowly drew the bad luck charm.
"Don't worry, Master Dao, my ritual has just begun, our days are still long!"
Don't be aggrieved, don't be a holy mother, watch how the sinister Taoist refines his heart in the world of mortals in the courtyard, and uses metaphysics to punish all dissenters!
