"What's wrong with the blood spot?" Qi Chen asked.

"Now when I think about it again, I always feel that your explanation was not right at that time. According to your opinion, a blood spot will appear only after a big disaster. The first one should have appeared a long time ago, but I don't remember it-" he said, thinking about the details of the past, dragging the tone for a long time before frowning and shook his head, "Forget it, it's nothing, go back and check it."

Long Ya finally hugged her arms and looked around the sky with a broken star that she hadn't seen for a long time, and said to Qi Chen: "It's almost done. I've said everything I should say. Let's wait until you remember it. Let's go! Tsk--Ancestor, close your mouth and don't look at Xingxing and get stupid. Is there still something to do? Can you move your hooves and go downstairs with me? Otherwise, I'll carry it!"

Before Qi Chen could withdraw his gaze, he was taken from the roof and rushed down the mountain by the patiently exhausted Longya. The cool breeze at night swayed on his face, making Qi Chen's head twitch, and he said in a terrible way: "Captain Long, I have another problem."

"Tell me." Long Ya replied concisely.

"I'm wrapped in a fox fur. How did you see four blood spots in my heart?"

A certain demon sword shook his claws and almost trembled Qi Chen into the valley. Qi Cen was so shocked that he immediately used his hands and feet and clenched his dragon teeth. After all, he now doesn't have the ability in his previous life, and he can still die if he falls. His life is important.

Long Ya glanced at Qi Chen without explaining, and landed directly on the side of the car at the foot of the mountain, stuffed Qi Chen to the passenger seat, raised his hand and pulled the safety belt to him, and replied without raising his head while buckled: "I said, what's left, when will you remember and say it again!"

Qi Chen: "..." Why does this sound so wrong...

Long Ya often likes to tell things up in half when speaking. He can say "a fight" when fighting bloody battles. When he describes a life-and-death friendship, he will probably say "the relationship is successful", so just listening to his storytelling, it is hard to imagine how good the relationship between the two people was.

If you really want to know all the details of that year, you can probably have to wait for him to remember it.

As Qi Chen thought about this, he shut up obediently and nestled in the passenger seat as quiet as a chicken. Ren Longya drove the car as if it was about to fly.

When they drove all the way from Xi City to Jiang City and finally stopped beside two crooked trees, Qi Chen felt that it was a strange adventure to have had airsickness when he was riding in a car for the first time in his life.

This is Qi Chen's second time to come to Wanling Temple, and it is still at night.

The paint of the temple's gates has been mottled piece by piece, and the color has faded to the gray. It looks very old. The broken holes in the lampshades of the two wall lamps are still there, and no one has come to renovate them. However, according to what Longya and others said, the more inconspicuous this kind of place, the better.

When he came back last time, Qi Chen was hung on Longya's shoulder. This time he finally walked in and saw it clearly.

The structure of Wanling Temple is very simple. You can see the main hall at a glance when you enter the temple gate. However, the main hall is very cold and can only be as large as the side halls of some small temples. There is no incense burner in front of the hall, but there is a huge ancient bell. I don’t know what material it is. After hanging here for how long it has been, the whole body is not even shining at all. It looks dark and silent in the night, as silent as a dumb bell.

Qi Chen originally thought that at this point, Huijia would probably stay in his room again, sitting at the table with headphones and playing games. But who knew that Huijia did not stay in that side courtyard as usual, but was in the main hall.

The two followed the dim candlelight and walked to the gate of the main hall. Huijia was sitting cross-legged on the futon in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall. There was a small bowl in front of the futon, filled with lamp oil, and a thin wick grew from the edge of the futon, with a bright light lit.

This is the only bright spot in the entire Wanling Temple.

Longya did not rashly cross the threshold and entered the hall, but grabbed Qi Chen again, for fear that he would make a rash decision.

But Qi Chen was naturally not such a reckless person. When he stood beside Longya, he saw Huijia not even looking back at his head. As if he didn't know their arrival, he chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and clenched his right hand into a fist, lifted it directly above the lamp, stretched out his middle finger.

I heard a very light drop of water, and a drop of blood squeezed out from the fingertips of the middle finger and fell into the lamp. The bean light suddenly rose up one foot high, and then returned to normal, but the light was much brighter than before.

Qi Chen and Longya leaned at the entrance of the hall without saying a word, watching Huijia drip nine drops of blood into the lamp one after another. As more and more blood beads dripped, the bean light became brighter and brighter, and eventually turned white and was a little dazzling.

After nine drops of blood dripped, Huijia stood up, picked up the small and old lamp, turned around and rushed towards Longya and Qi Chen and said, "The two donors are so diligent. What did you bring this time?"

The cinnabar mole on his eyebrows became redder, just like blood in his heart that had just dripped up.

Longya's wrist shook, and a rolled scroll fell into his palm. He raised the scroll and rushed towards Huijia, "A little resentment. Could it be that the smell is too light and it doesn't smell it?"

Huijia, wearing a thin monk's robe, held the lamp and led Longya and Qi Chen toward his courtyard, and said as he walked: "I don't know if the taste is light, because I can't smell anything in recent days."

Longya paused after hearing this, frowned and said, "What's going on?"

The three of them had already entered the small side courtyard. Huijia did not rush to answer Longya's question, but walked straight to the well in the courtyard, raising the lamp in his hand to Longya, and said lightly: "The resentful spirits below these days are not very good? I am calm. I took some blood to seal the well, which damaged my sense of smell-"

He said as he looked up at the night sky, then placed the lamp in his hand on the edge of the well.

In the meantime, the bean light suddenly burned into a ball, and then the wick fell to the direction of the wellhead. The ball of fire was spread on the wellhead, just sealing the wellhead tightly.

After the wellhead was no longer visible, Huijia stood up, dusted the ashes that did not exist on the monk's robe, and walked towards Longya and the others: "What about the things that want to get rid of the grievances?"

Longya reached out and handed the scroll to Huijia, saying, "Isn't the resentful spirit so good? Is it so peaceful? Why is it so uneasy if I am so happy?"

Huijia shook his head: "I haven't figured out the reason yet. I haven't had such a situation in hundreds of years. But don't worry too much, I can still hold it back for the time being." He said, taking the scroll and opening it up, "It's really a small complaint, I'll be gone if I catch it."

Qi Chen saw him holding the painting loosely with his left hand, and a golden Buddha seal formed on his right hand and patted it on the painting. A wisp of black air radiated out of the painting. Huijia raised his hand with his thin five fingers and grabbed it, and grabbed the black air from the painting and wrapped it in the palm of his hand.

He shook his hand and threw it to Longya, then walked to the well and sent the black gas in his right hand to the lamp. The black gas was instantly swept over by the flame tongue and sealed into the well.

"Okay." Huijia withdrew his hand and said to Longya and Qi Chen: "Is there anything else to deal with?"

Long Ya waved her hand: "It's gone."

Huijia immediately raised his hand and made a gesture to the courtyard gate, saying, "This temple is poor and cannot afford tea. The two donors will walk slowly. The copy time is coming soon, so I won't send it." The posture clearly reflected two words - Get out quickly.

Dragon teeth: “…”

When Qi Chen saw that he was about to explode, he quickly nodded at Huijia, pulled Longya and walked outside Wanling Temple.

"This bald donkey is looking for a fight every year. When he turned around, he broke his net. I'll see where he was on the roaming!" Long Ya cursed and got into the car. As soon as he hit the steering wheel, he went down the mountain.

Qi Chen originally thought that everything had been handled well, so he should go back to Guanghe, but after seeing Longya descending the mountain, he did not open to the city, but went straight out of the city.

"Don't you go back?" Qi Chen saw the car driving into the Longhuai Ghost Road again, and knew that Longya was going out of the province again. He said in confusion: "Where are we going?"

Long Ya glanced at the time and said, "With the time left, go to Yundu Mountain and find the bull's nose to see the talisman paper. They should be able to see the name."

"Tactic paper?" Qi Chen was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Longya had picked some fragments of talisman paper from the locust tree that was split in half downstairs of Li Zhengchang's house. If he could find someone to see the origin of the talisman paper, it would save them from going around again.

There is a general direction, and it is easier to check those who have been secretly and never showed their faces.

but……

"Where is Yundu Mountain?" I heard Longya mention this place on the roof of the ancient building before. It sounded like the location of a Taoist temple, but Qi Chen was completely confused about what it was doing.

Long Ya explained: "The old Taoist gathered at the place where the bull's nose is a good player in the ghost painting talismans. My mother doesn't recognize the things I write. The talismans I use are from Yundu Mountain. They provide sufficient talisman paper and elixirs for various institutions every year. The elixirs are rubbed bigger and bigger every year, and it is no problem to choke on hippos to death. I don't know who they have a grudge against!"

Qi Chen: "..." It sounds like it's unreliable at all...

"But his cultivation is generally recognized as high." Long Ya seemed to think that he was too dark, and thought about it and added: "There are a few very famous and powerful figures in it. Oh yes, do you still remember the prompts posted by Long Huai Hotel on the wall?"

"The prompt from Longhuai Hotel?" Qi Chen was stunned.

Seeing that he couldn't react for a moment, Long Ya reminded him: "It's the reminder posted on the bathroom wall, saying that you can provide anything, but please do not repeat the broken paper that Master Li did the same. Didn't I tell you about Master Li? He looks so terrible but has a bad mind. Someone ordered a bunch of things and found that the money was not enough. He was stripped of only a pair of shorts. Later, his junior brother took it back to that one."

Qi Chen said "Oh", "I remembered it, what's wrong?"

Long Ya said: "Master Li belongs to Yundushan."
Chapter completed!