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Even though the Crown Prince's mother is old, she's still the Crown Prince's mother. What a damn bad luck.
Song Shiwei truly admired Old Mrs. Xu's ability to lie. She was a heartless person herself, yet she had the nerve to lick her boots and talk about others. It was utterly shameless.
She couldn't help but roll her eyes, muttering to herself, "[Oh, so this is a summoning of a spirit to claim a life, huh? It sounds quite convincing. If anyone's going to claim a life, it'll be your son. And a sudden thunderbolt, huh? If anyone's going to be struck dead, it'll be you, my dear old lady.]"
[Hmm, isn't this asking his son to summon a ghost to claim his life? My suggestion is to use magic to defeat magic, just find a Daoist priest to suppress the spirit and exorcise the evil, so his son's soul will be scattered! Hahahahahahaha.]
When Mother Jiang and Mrs. Xu heard Song Shiwei's inner thoughts, their eyes widened in surprise. "What a brilliant idea! Using magic to defeat magic!"
Just moments ago, Mrs. Xu was scheming how to get these shameless people to admit to faking their deaths. She knew very well that even with solid evidence, Old Mrs. Xu would definitely argue and deny it to the death.
If you let a Daoist priest set up a scary formation, spout some technical jargon and some terrifying nonsense, the old lady would be scared out of her wits.
Indeed, the best weapon against the Crown Prince's mother is the Crown Prince himself.
She curled her lips into a smile and glanced subtly in Song Shiwei's direction. She'd have to thank this girl properly once things were settled.
She turned to Old Mrs. Xu, her eyes brimming with tears, and said, "Mom, do you think this person in the picture isn't Guohua? He looks exactly like Guohua!"
"Would I mistake my own son?" Old Mrs. Xu glanced at Lin Fengqin with disdain and spoke in an unfriendly tone, "But you, you can't even tell your own husband apart? My son has only been gone a short time, and you've already forgotten him. You must be having an affair outside."
Xu Zixuan said sincerely, "Grandma, my dad has been gone for 25 years."
Old Mrs. Xu looked utterly bewildered after Xu Zixuan's sharp retorts, Song Shiwei was practically dying of laughter. [Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! Xu Zixuan must be missing something in his head; Old Mrs. Xu is about to be roasted to death!]
Lin Fengqin wanted to laugh too, but she tried her best to hold it in, and said with a wronged expression, "Mom, it's been 25 years. Do you know how much I miss Guohua? If he weren't Guohua, let's invite a Daoist priest to perform a ritual for Guohua so Guohua can come back and see me."
"I heard that there's a particularly powerful master at the Putuo Taoist Temple who can not only summon souls but also help people return to life through possession of a corpse, and even bring the dead back to life. If any evil spirits are disturbing the peace of the deceased, the master can also perform a ritual to make them vanish into thin air."
Lin Fengqin didn't really understand feng shui or metaphysics, but even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run. Learning to talk nonsense like a metaphysician wasn't something Lin Fengqin could do easily.
No sooner had Lin Fengqin finished speaking than Liu Weiye jumped out from among the onlookers, holding up his phone and shouting, "Mrs. Xu! I have that Daoist priest's contact information! Whether you want it or not, you don't have to wait. He just happened to be in Yanjing today to perform a ritual for someone. I know him very well, I can definitely get it for you."
Believe it or not, after the movie that day, Liu Weiye actually went to see a Daoist priest to have his fortune told. The priest said he was talented, but prone to being wronged by others, his fate was too weak, and his spouse palace was empty. He went on to use a lot of technical terms, Liu Weiye couldn't quite remember.
In short, it boils down to this: do more good deeds, spend less time in relationships, and you'll get rich.
It was truly thanks to Song Shiwei's heartfelt words that he survived; otherwise, he wouldn't even know how he died.
Someone else has the same problem, and he certainly can't stand idly by. The Daoist priest said that helping others is a universal virtue!
"Really? President Liu, could you help me make a call? I really miss my husband, I want to see him." Lin Fengqin immediately seized the opportunity and said to Liu Weiye with an excited expression.
Song Shiwei chuckled to herself, thinking to herself, "[Hilarious! President Liu actually went to see a Daoist priest? How did he get into feudal superstition?]"
[President Liu's approach is quite unconventional; I didn't expect that.]
Liu Weiye, who had suddenly connected with Song Shiwei's thoughts, smiled helplessly. He had no choice but to find a Daoist priest. This unlucky state of his was as if he were possessed. He was afraid he would kill himself if he didn't ask a Daoist priest to exorcise the evil spirit.
"Let me give this Daoist priest a call; he shouldn't have left Yanjing anytime soon," Liu Weiye quickly said.
Before Old Mrs. Xu could react, the call was made swiftly and decisively.
Old Mrs. Xu really think everyone is a fool, that she can manipulate them all?
Mrs. Xu good people out there, but this old hag is really taking advantage of me.
What a joke! Today, Liu Weiye will show her what the wickedness of society really is.
The call was answered quickly, and a strong, aged voice came through. They then saw the Daoist priest's weathered face and the bright yellow robe he wore. "Hello? Brother, what's up?"
Even among the wealthy, there are still some who believe in metaphysics. At a glance, someone recognized the person in front of them as Qingxuan, the Daoist priest of Putuo Taoist Temple, a ruthless character.
"Daoist Qingxuan, can you summon souls?" Liu Weili asked quickly.
The male voice on the other end immediately became interested, "Dead soul or living soul? Dead soul costs extra, living soul costs double."
Old Mrs. Xu, looking guilty, jumped out and shouted, "That's a fraud! Who charges extra for a soul-summoning ritual? He's a charlatan!"
The voice on the other end immediately became agitated, "Old lady, you'd better watch your words. If I take your money, it's because I'm taking on the karma for you. If I don't take your money, either your lifespan is nearing its end, or you'll face a great calamity, or you'll suffer a terrible misfortune."
Old Mrs. Xu was so angry she was about to lose her temper. She jumped up and yelled, "Who are you cursing? You charlatan, you're not welcome in our house!"