Fortunately, I had expected it and grabbed Di Fusheng's wrist.

"The body, hair and skin are my parents." I pinched the broken cup from his fingers, and at the same time blamed Pan Ying.

I could feel that Di Fusheng was not doing a show for anyone to show, but really put in the force. If he hadn't been weak in his body, I might not have been able to stop him.

Pan Ying herself is heartless, Di Jinlian is different. To be honest, her worries are reasonable. We have only known Di Fusheng for more than half a day, and we can be said to have no idea about his identity and origin. Entrusting him to find Pan Ying's soul, not only Pan Ying's body has to bear the risks, but Dou Dabao and I have to listen to his orders.

Di Fusheng said that his life belongs to mine, but if we meet by chance, can we really trust him completely with this sentence?

I don’t know if it was because of drinking, Di Fusheng’s eyes turned red, but he just stared at me without saying a word, nor did he move paper or pen.

I looked at him for a moment, turned to Dou Dabao and Pan Ying and said, "I believe him."

Then he said in a deep voice: "I've been busy for a long time, let's have a meal first."

Jinghai said to me secretly: "To be honest, I think this is a bit too coincidental. We were just about to find a 'person' and encountered such a rare master Gu. But then again, even if he has ulterior motives, we have to use him to pursue the tomboy's dissipated soul. As for the risks in this, we can only be more careful and counterattack the moves."

I am quite convinced of Jinghai's words. The old monk is older than everyone here, and he eats more salt than the rice we eat. What he wants to say, I have great kindness to Di Fusheng, and he should not repay his grudges with grudges, otherwise he would not want to cut his fingers to show loyalty. I may not be able to hear it. But the old monk's caution was deeply loved by me.

The meal was almost the same. I was about to speak when Jinghai suddenly spoke again and whispered to me for a while.

I frowned when I heard it, but after hearing the old monk said it, I made a decision immediately.

I said to Di Fusheng: "I know there is a way that may help the rest of your family to be liberated."

Di Fusheng was shocked and looked up at me.

"The Seven Treasures of Dhara Sutra." I said slowly, "The general rebirth talismans cannot rebirth the souls of people who have been poisoned by the Netherworld insects, but I know that there is a Dhara Sutra that was given by the emperor of a certain dynasty and blessed by thirty-six monks to save your relatives."

Di Fusheng grabbed the paper and pen and wrote: Do you know where the thing is? Or is there such a sutra?

"I don't want your life. Help me find my friend. I will give it to you." I slapped a wine glass, picked up a piece of broken glass and put it in front of him, "Thank you."

...

Seeing Pan Ying drinking the blood in the glass, Dou Dabao hurriedly took off her collar.

"What are you doing?" Pan Ying frowned and pushed him away.

Dou Dabao said anxiously: "If you get infected with the Netherworm, you will have a head sore. Please let me see if there are any sores... I forgot to bring back the bucket of sesame oil and the dough is gone. I have to find it quickly."

Raw dough and sesame oil are available everywhere, but it is rare to say...

I glanced at Ji Yayun's short hair that he had just trimmed in the hair salon at the entrance of the alley not long ago, and could only smile bitterly.

I told Dou Dabao not to be confused and turn to Di Fusheng to see how he reacted.

Di Fusheng took off his left palm and wrapped the gauze. He didn't look anything unusual, and just sat there in a daze.

After a while, he frowned and shook his head, reached out to grab the bag he had given me in the broken room, and seemed to remember something, and took the paper and pen to quickly write down a line of words.

I took it and saw it, and couldn't help but be stunned.

‘Jinhua gave you these before leaving. Can I borrow them for a while?’

I said, "I don't want your stuff."

Di Fusheng shook his head firmly, took out something from his bag, and stuffed the bag into my arms.

What he took out was a metal utensil the size of a sea bowl, which was a bit like the bowl used by monks to beg for alms in the movie, but the whole body was dull and I didn't know whether it was copper or iron.

He put the utensil onto the table, and a spoon in the soup bowl sucked onto the outer wall of the utensil with a shiny sound.

Only then did I realize that this "bowl" that is neither black nor blue seems to be made of magnet ore.

Di Fusheng poured the half cup of clean water left by Ji Yayun into the vessel, pulled a bunch of hair from his head, lit it, threw it in, then lowered his head and stared at the water surface with his eyes tightly.

Ji Yayun asked me in a low voice: "What is he doing?"

"Shh, this should be a kind of round light technique. If you pour clear water into a special vessel, use the magic tricks to see the image from the water."

When I said this, I felt a little confused.

The reason why the Circular Light Art is widely circulated among the people is that the legend can make the appearance of the arts and people who want to see the people and things they are looking for.

But to this day, the round light technique I have come into contact with is just using evil methods to create illusions to confuse people's hearts.

So, seeing Di Fusheng performing the round light technique, I couldn't help but feel suspicious, and subconsciously leaned over and looked down at the vessel.

The vessel was not big, and the water inside was only a shallow layer. Apart from the ash that burned out, only Di Fusheng's reflection could be vaguely visible. Where did the mysterious image come from?

I wanted to ask Di Fusheng, but Dou Dabao suddenly pulled me away and pushed Di Fusheng away at the same time. His eyes were wide open, staring straight at the water surface, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling.

I felt something abnormal and tried to ask Dou Dabao in a low voice: "What have you seen?"

Dou Dabao seemed to have completely lost his usual nature, but he replied in an instinctive trembling voice: "An old house is very broken, Pan Pan... Pan Pan hung it on the door, gnawing at the chicken bones while crying..."

"What's the matter?"

I was confused when I heard it. What does it mean to hang on the door, and even chewing on the chicken bones while crying?

Ji Yayun suddenly pulled me and signaled me to look aside.

Turning his head, he saw that Di Fusheng was pushed away by Dou Dabao, but he didn't go forward. Instead, he grabbed a sheep stick bone from the table. He was as if he had been hungry for eight hundred years and had not eaten, while tears fell down.

Seeing that his expression and movement were completely wrong, I realized that it was unusual. Just then, Jinghai reminded me:

"No matter who he is, the little Buddha is eager to save people, and he can trust what he says and does."

The old monk woke up the dreamer with his words. I looked up at Dou Dabao, and then thought, and took the paper and pen that Di Fusheng wrote and drew a few quick strokes.

But after only drawing a few strokes, I felt anxious, "What does it mean to hang it on the door and chew a chicken bone? Dabao, calm down and say carefully, I can draw it!"

Although Dou Dabao was excited, he had not completely lost his mind. As he heard this, he still stared at the water surface and said intermittently:
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