Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

"This..." If the matter of incense had been enshrined by the prime minister's wife, they would still be worried about the temple in the future. Sure enough, when he heard this, the abbot's eyes lit up and he looked at Song Qingyu. But for a moment his eyes sank again, "I just don't know, what does Madam need us to do?"

The things in this deep house compound must be done to damage the yin and virtue, they have to consider it carefully.

Song Qingyu looked at the abbot and said, "Don't worry about the abbot, but I want you to do the ritual. By the way, let's see the life for one person."

"Look at fate?" The abbot was a little stunned when he heard this. The people in their temple would do rituals, but he really wouldn't be able to see fate. "Poor Dao is ashamed, but no one in our temple knows anything about fate..."

"I naturally know that you will not. If you will, the incense of this temple will still be so bleak?" Song Qingyu's voice suddenly rose, and he looked at the abbot with disdain.

The abbot swallowed, but did not dare to argue, "What does the lady mean?"

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"No, it's absolutely impossible, madam! It is a matter of harming your yin, let alone a pregnant woman. If this is done, I am afraid that the Buddha will not forgive us." Shocked, just heard Song Qingyu's words, only to feel shocked. The face of the woman in front of her also looked a little sullen.

Seeing the abbot's refusal so decisively, Song Qingyu smiled coldly, "If you refuse, so be it. Who am I looking for to do this thing? I thought that although the incense of your temple is not good, the monks are still sensible. It seems that I praised you. Besides, if the Buddha had real eyes, how could you live so unbearably? It's really ridiculous!"

After speaking, Song Qingyu was about to leave, but in the next second, he was called by the abbot.

The abbot gritted his teeth, looked at Song Qingyu, and asked, "The thing that the lady just promised can really be achieved?"

Song Qingyu raised his eyebrows, "Of course I did what I said, but I don't know if the abbot has this ability." The meaning in her words couldn't be clearer.

The abbot nodded, "If this is the case, our temple will take over this matter."

"It's so good. However, this matter belongs to this matter, and the ritual still needs to be done well. If you let me know that there is something in your heart that you are not doing, I will never want to get a little bit of silver." Song Qingyu sneered, this The abbot is greedy for money.

The abbot responded, and Song Qingyu was sent away.

After leaving the house, I realized that there was cold sweat on his forehead. He stretched out his hand and wiped his sweat, and the little monks around him gathered around when they saw it, and asked babblingly.

"Abbot, which house is that grandmother just now!"

"What can I do to find the abbot? Do we have money for incense in our temple?"

"I haven't had a full meal for a long time."

Seeing the excitement of the monks around him, the abbot sighed and said, "Prepare things. Soon, the Prime Minister's Mansion will invite us to do a ritual. If the ritual is completed, the incense in our temple will be Hopeful." He looked at the sky, and said silently, "Guilty and sin."

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"Did you see it really?" Du Xuechun was embroidering, when she heard what the Qin Shu said, she accidentally punctured her finger, blood stained the embroidered cloth, and she whispered softly.

Qin Shu immediately stepped forward, blew it, and said apologetically, "It's all about slaves and maidservants, so I just mention it at this time."

"It's okay. You just said that you saw Song Qingyu change clothes and go out, but it's true?" Du Xuechun had no time to care about the injury on his hand, and asked Qin Shu.

Qin Shu nodded, "Today the slave and maid went out early to buy the medicinal materials that the lady wanted, but saw that the back of the woman in front was a little familiar. The slave was a little uncertain, so followed, and the man entered a desolate temple. Strictly, the slave and maid waited for a while at the door for fear of confession. When the man came out, he saw the face and he was indeed the wife." Qin Shu said with confidence.

Du Xuechun frowned, then nodded, "I know."

"Miss, what are you doing, madam?" Mingying's brows were also deeply frowned.

Du Xuechun smiled at the corner of her mouth, "Didn't you tell me before, this mansion is haunted, I'm afraid I'm going to invite the mage." Thinking of this, she rolled her eyes and said to Mingying, "Go and give Liu Shuang again, today At night, go again."

Mingying smiled playfully and nodded.

At night, Song Qingyu's yard turned upside down again.

"Come on, come on!" Song Qingyu hurriedly opened the door regardless of what he was wearing. Seeing Ziqin sitting at the door, he was suddenly angry and slapped him, "You eat something inside and out! "

Ziqin got a slap in the face, and then he came back to his senses and cried, "What's wrong with Madam? Is it a nightmare?"

"Just now I called you inside, but you shouldn't even answer it! Are you satisfied if I die inside!" Song Qingyu was so angry that he didn't expect Lin Sushuang to come again this night and stay with her. The bedside was crying, and tears of blood fell in his eyes.

"Slaves dare not, madam, slaves... I really haven't heard any sound!" Ziqin squatted his head, looking innocent.

At this time, the loud noise here attracted the guards on patrol, and they hurried in.

"What happened?" the leading guard asked anxiously, blushing when he saw Song Qingyu wearing a shirt, he knelt down and didn't dare to look up.

Song Qingyu also realized that there was something wrong with her dress, and kicked Ziqin who was kneeling on the ground, "Why don't you get my outer shirt?"

After putting on the coat, the anger on Song Qingyu's face was slightly calmed down.

"What are you doing now?" As the mistress of a mansion, she was abruptly surprised by a group of guards, and now she is even more angry.

"I, when we were patrolling, I heard there was movement here, thinking it was a culprit, so I was abrupt, Madam, and asked Madam to punish him." The face of the leading bodyguard was hot. He was over 30 and had not married yet, Song Qingyu was only He was only in his early thirties, well maintained, just like a young girl, and the scene just now lingered in his mind.

Song Qingyu slapped the table, "You are only coming here now. If there are culprits, this mansion will have been slaughtered! I have just shouted in the house for so long, haven't you heard it?"

The guard raised his head, met Song Qingyu's eyes, and suddenly lowered his head again, and said hesitantly, "The wind was strong in the recent night and the frogs were croaking. We didn't hear Mrs. Xu's call. The minions were late. Please punish me, please."

Hearing this, Song Qingyu was taken aback and remembered the previous nights. Wasn't it the same that night? It happened on my own side, but the maid and the guard said they didn't hear it. If it's just a girl like Ziqin, she still can't believe it, but now so many guards say they haven't heard...