Qingyue Temple is located in the north of the Harbor City near the slums. This place is mixed with fish and dragons. This Qingyue Temple, which covers a considerable area, is quiet in the midst of the chaos.

Passersby passed by Qingyue Temple, except for a few people who looked disdainful, the rest were all cautious in their words and actions, as if they were inappropriate in their words and deeds, and they would be discovered by some invisible gods and ghosts, causing trouble.

"squeak--"

A Rolls-Royce parked quickly outside Qingyue Temple. A middle-aged man with glasses came down from it. The middle-aged man was dressed in a grand manner but his expression was a little bad. He quickly walked towards the gate of Qingyue Temple, and a strong bodyguard followed him closely.

The middle-aged man stood in front of the door, frowned and stared at the "closed-door thanking guests" hanging outside the door, and then glanced at the bodyguard beside him. The bodyguard understood and stepped forward to pull the door knocker.

After knocking "pong" for about two minutes, the door finally made a sound. With a creaking sound, it opened the crack and revealed a face with most masks.

The person who came was pale as if his skin had never been exposed to the sun, and his sarcastic coldness was filled with dark eyes under the mask. However, this summer made them feel goosebumps.

"I won't see guests today." The young man's cold voice rang.

It was not until then that the middle-aged man came back to his senses, remembered his purpose, and hurriedly said, "Master Shanshui, I have something urgent to ask Master Yuanqing to do. Can I make things easier?"

"No." The young man refused indifferently, and after saying that, he had to close the door and drive people away.

The middle-aged man was anxious. Seeing this, the bodyguard stretched out his hand and wanted to hold back the closed gate of the red door for the employer. However, as soon as his hand touched the gate, it seemed to be bounced back by a force. The bodyguard took three steps back to stabilize his body.

The bodyguard who was popped up was still holding his hand to push the door. He looked at the door in horror, and the young man with cold eyes in the shadow behind the door. The contempt in his heart turned into surprise and his expression became cautious.

"Xiao Zhao, don't be rude!" The middle-aged man hurriedly scolded the bodyguard, and then pleaded with the young man behind the door, "Master Shanshui, the new bodyguard does not understand the rules, don't be surprised. My father and Master Yuanqing are old friends. I saw you when you were a child. If it weren't for the real emergency this time, I wouldn't have troubled you."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man looked bitter: "Three days ago, Master Yuan Qing came to my house to help my son treat evil diseases, but when he saw half of the Master seemed to be feeling uncomfortable, he just helped my son suppress the evil diseases, saying that he would come to help him cure them in two weeks. My son was fine these two days, but today he had some idea of ​​the evil diseases again. He climbed up the high wall and ran away like a monkey. No one could stop him!"

"Now that he has lost his whereabouts and has not been sent to find people everywhere, I really have no choice. He is only eighteen years old and has a strange disease. Now he is unconscious and runs around. What if something unexpected happens?"

The middle-aged man's worried about his son seemed to arouse some emotions from the young man Fang Shanshui, which made him stop closing the door.

Fang Shanshui paused for a second, and hesitated in a low tone: "My master..."

A little earlier, the master's cultivation has improved, saying that he has reached the legendary realm. Once he breaks through, he can increase his lifespan and transform away from the mortal world. Fang Shanshui is also very happy for his master.

However, when Master came back from out the day before yesterday, he was in a state of withering. He suddenly said that he had taken the wrong path in his practice, and then locked himself in the room and had not yet left.

Fang Shanshui hasn't seen his master for three days.

Just as he was thinking, Fang Shanshui stood up with his ears for a moment, and seemed to hear something sound. Then he relaxed his expression and changed his words to the middle-aged man, "Come in, my master knows you are here and says you want to see you."

The middle-aged man didn't think it was strange, so he hurriedly bowed and thanked Fang Shanshui.

The bodyguard Xiao Zhao frowned in confusion and even subconsciously listened carefully. Of course, even if there was a sound just now, he would not be able to hear it now.

The lacquered door creaked and opened in a deep voice.

The middle-aged man and the bodyguard followed Fang Shanshui into Qingyue Temple.

The bodyguard is a newcomer and is the first time he has come to such a place with his employer.

However, this Qingyue Temple is very different from what he imagined. Although it is not ragged, it is not much better. The huge place is ordinary, neither magical nor grand enough. Except for a pure charm that confuses time and space, the rest is really shabby.

The bodyguard was disappointed and thought that this temple owner had been pretending to be a god in Hong Kong City for many years, and was very famous and must have made a lot of money. Why don’t you say that you have repaired this temple and made a storefront?

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When Fang Shanshui brought people into the door, Fang Yuanqing, who had been in seclusion for three days, was burning incense on the tablets offered in front of the divine platform. One tablet was one stick of incense. There were more than 20 tablets, more than 20 incense burners on the five-story divine platform, and more than 20 incense sticks that Fang Yuanqing had just burned.

When the bodyguard Xiao Zhao saw Fang Yuanqing, he was really shocked. Although the boss said that this master was nearly 80 years old, but his hair was still young and his face did not look old, the person in front of him looked less than forty years old. Apart from his gray hair and some fine lines around his eyes, he was not as good as an old man. He was really a god.

Bodyguard Xiao Zhao stood solemnly with his head down, and his expression that he didn't agree with just now did not dare to show up again.

After raising the incense, Fang Yuanqing invited several people to sit down on the sandalwood chairs on both sides.

The middle-aged man was about to speak, but Fang Yuanqing interrupted him and said, "I already know your affairs, and I have made a mistake in my prediction. I have poor practice now and I cannot protect myself. I can't help you."

"This! Master Yuanqing..." The middle-aged man stood up in a hurry.

Fang Yuanqing waved his hand and signaled that the middle-aged people not to panic: "You can't worry about this. I have calculated it for you. Look for it in the northeast direction. If you encounter a large building with a dome, turn left. If you don't meet, follow the road. In this way, stop at a cemetery building for three days and you can find your son. Don't rush to take him away. Find someone to take him there to take care of him. There will be a turning point in March."

"Three months..." The middle-aged man was a little hesitant and was obviously not very satisfied with this time.

Fang Yuanqing also understood the concerns of middle-aged people and immediately said, "If you can find other experts, maybe you don't need the three months I said. But you should pay attention that the Yin people possessed by your son are extremely resentful, and it seems to have a lot of connection with your son's previous life. Now Yin people are entangled with your son too deeply, and those with lower cultivation will not only not be able to do anything about it, but may cause revenge. You must be cautious when looking for someone. Even if you can't find it, don't worry about your son at most. At most, your son will suffer some hardships in these three months and will not have any worries about his life. There will be a turning point in March."

"By the way, master, what is a cemetery building?" asked the middle-aged man.

"It is just some buildings built in places with heavy yin energy. Most of them are schools built in cemeteries and execution grounds. They use students' yang energy to suppress the yin energy. Of course, there are also other types of buildings. You need to ask for a few questions." Fang Yuanqing suddenly couldn't help but coughed twice after answering.

Fang Shanshui, who was standing quietly on the side, saw this and immediately stepped forward in worry, "Master, how are you?"

The middle-aged man also discovered that Fang Yuanqing was wrong at this time. In just a few words, Fang Yuanqing's expression was so severe that the middle-aged man couldn't help but care, "Master, are you?"

Fang Yuanqing signaled Fang Shanshui not to worry, and said calmly to the middle-aged man who was asking questions: "It's okay, it's just a journey."

Seeing that Fang Yuanqing didn't want to say much, the middle-aged man stopped asking questions. After carefully recording Fang Yuanqing's explanation, he said goodbye and left without disturbing him.

There were no one else in the hall, and Fang Yuanqing waved to let Fang Shanshui walk in front of him.

Fang Yuanqing looked at Fang Shanshui carefully and felt a lot of emotion. He brought it from childhood to adulthood. To him, Fang Shanshui was his son, but unfortunately he is leaving the child alone now.

Fang Yuanqing sighed, "Disciple, my deadline has arrived. You will be fine in the future."

Fang Shanshui's eyes immediately turned red. The ominous premonition of this period finally came true, but he didn't expect the result to be so serious. Fang Shanshui, who was always indifferent, couldn't help but choke like a child at this time, "Master, is there no way to save you?"

"The road to cultivation, if you step by step, you will be a deep abyss." Fang Yuanqing shook his head, and then said to Fang Shanshui, "There is not much time left, and I have three things to tell you for my teacher."

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"Can you do these three things?"

Fang Shanshui choked and agreed.

Seeing Fang Shanshui like this, Fang Yuanqing sighed: "You have been following your teacher around the world and have accumulated a lot of money over the years. Life is safe, but your personality is too introverted. When you are a teacher, you still have someone to speak; if you are a teacher, you live alone in the world, which is a great worry for you."

"I have just divined you. After the guard, you go north and settle down in Huicheng. I have already told an old friend to take care of you. You... cough cough..."

Fang Shanshui felt uncomfortable when he saw this: "Master, take a break, stop talking, don't worry about me, I will be fine. Don't worry, I remember everything you told me very clearly."

Although the master is old, he always looks like a fairy-like figure. Fang Shanshui, who has been in extremely poor health since childhood, never thought that his master was so energetic, would be ahead of him.

Fang Yuanqing nodded vigorously and waved his hand to signal Fang Shanshui to go out first, "I'll take a break first, you go book a train ticket, and wait for me in front of my room at the hour of You."

After Fang Shanshui left the door, Fang Yuanqing looked at the tablets on the platform one by one. At the top of the platform was the tablets of the founder of the Fang clan.

The tablet was very strange. It was made of iron or wood. It was covered with black and gold all over the body. The base was carved with two squids that looked like tigers. The two squids were facing each other and carrying the tablet.

The squids were behind each other, and they raised their heads and roared at the sky, as if they were about to climb out of the tablet - the tablet reads "Shang Yuyuan Miao Zhenren..."

The last two words are already blurred, leaving only some shallow pitfall marks.

It is said that this is the founder of their Fang clan.

The Fang family originated in the late Ming Dynasty and made a business of corpse driving in troubled times. Later, the country was settled and settled in Xiangcheng and became a famous local corpse driving man. However, with the rapid changes in modern funeral methods and transportation gradually became more convenient, the Fang family in Xiangcheng quickly declined.

Fang Yuanqing and his apprentice settled in Xiangshi for more than ten years, but the core skills of this family are rarely useful, and they can only rely on the technique of connecting Yin and Yang to lock souls and divination.

Fang Yuanqing looked at the tablets for a long time, and the smoke and fragrance in the room were lingering in the dark like a wisp of souls, surrounding Fang Yuanqing's lonely figure, illusion and disillusionment, and looked strange and gloomy.

"I can't ask for it, but my inner demons are everywhere. The masters and ancestors have given up, but I still want to move forward. Now the desire is the inner demon or me..."

The hollow wooden door creaked and opened and closed, and the wind blew the floor drain into the room, causing the smoke to tremble, and then wandered like a horror.

In the empty room, there were only a row of tablets that were silent in the room, and the incense that flashed and fainted in front of the tablets.
Chapter completed!