The next morning, before daybreak, the old man got up! He didn't even eat breakfast, so he picked up a cane and called for Wang Wu. After giving some instructions to his family, he took Wang Wu out with him.

He went straight to Ergou Village. On the way, Wang Wu saw that the old man looked bad, so he bowed and asked: "Master, you are going to Ergou this early in the morning. What is the important matter?"

The old man sighed and said: "Xiao Wu, do you still remember the concubine I took in a few months ago?"

When Wang Wu heard this, he couldn't help but feel startled. He didn't know why the old man suddenly asked about this, and for a while he didn't know how to answer.

The old man sighed again and said: "What an injustice!" Then he stopped talking and hurried on his way. Ergou Village was not too far away from Yigou Village, where Zhao's family was located, and the two of them came as soon as the rooster crowed.

When they arrived at Zhuangtou, the old man went straight to a house at the end of the village.

Wang Wu knew that this house was the residence of the famous "Wang Daxian" from eight villages in ten miles. Thinking of the orchid mentioned by the old man on the road, Wang Wu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He knocked on the door with trembling hands and said: "Wang Daxian! Are you at home?

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Not long after, the door opened, and it was Wang Daxian himself who opened the door. This Wang Daxian was originally named Wang Yidu. He often showed people the feng shui and selected the cemetery. When people got married and had children, they often came to him to calculate their birthdays and give them names.

Over time, everyone called him Wang Daxian.

As soon as Wang Daxian opened the door, he glanced at Mr. Zhao standing behind Wang Wu. His brows immediately knitted together and he didn't say anything, but just let the two of them in.

As soon as he entered the door, Mr. Zhao was about to speak, but Wang Daxian stopped him and said: "Mr. Zhang, please don't say anything yet. Come with me into the house and have a sip of tea!" After that, he pulled Mr. Zhao into the house without any explanation and gave him the gift himself.

He made a cup of hot tea and handed it to him.

Mr. Zhang smelled the sweet fragrance of the tea, and he was a little thirsty due to the rush in the morning, so he thanked him, took the tea and drank it. After taking a sip of tea, the cold feeling that had been there since last night completely receded, and his whole body

I feel much more comfortable, and my originally sallow complexion also looks rosy.

Upon seeing this, Wang Daxian said: "Mr. Zhang, did you see anything weird today?"

Mr. Zhao nodded, sighed again, and told Wang Daxian the whole story.

After listening to the old man's story, Wang Wu, who was standing behind the old man, was sweating profusely and his legs were shaking violently. He was even more frightened when he thought that he often went into the warehouse to pick up farm tools after Lan Hua died.

Wang Daxian stroked his sparse beard, closed his eyes slightly and said: "This Orchid did not die unjustly, nor was she killed by others. She had no resentment in her body, so she could not become a ghost. What you saw last night was just a trace of her soul.

Well, if I guess correctly, it should be the care for this world before death, which caused the remaining soul to linger. Mr. Zhang, do you know what kind of tea I gave you just now?"

Although Mr. Zhang tasted countless teas, he could not taste the cup he just drank. He only felt that the tea had a pleasant fragrance and was a rare good tea. He could only shake his head and said, "I don't know."

Wang Daxian said: "That dragon raises its head, which only grows on a high cliff that faces the sun all day long. This dragon raises its head with extremely strong yang energy, which can dispel the cold and replenish the yang and accumulate energy. I saw your face full of frost, so I

I guess you must have encountered some extremely yin and dirty things in recent days. You are over sixty years old, and the yang energy in your body has weakened. If the yin energy of that dirt enters your body, if you don't handle it properly in time, your yang life will be shortened!"

When Mr. Zhao heard this, he was immediately frightened and said: "The Great Immortal really does have magical powers. I thank you again! But it's not a problem for the remnant soul to stay in my house for a long time... Please ask the Great Immortal to save me."

Wang Daxian nodded and said: "This thing is just a remnant soul. Compared with the evil ghost, it has no virtue and no harmful ability. It can at most scare people. But if it goes on for a long time and is sucked by some other snake god,

I'm afraid it will be difficult to control. Let's do this. I will accompany you there now. When the sun sets tonight and the yang energy dissipates and the yin energy rises, I will drive her away for you. One day, you can burn a few pillars in front of her grave.

It smells good, just kowtow a few times."
Chapter completed!