Early the next morning, Xu Zhihai took his wife and daughter out.

They did not go directly to Jinguang Temple, but first went to the Cultural Street Management Office to find Cheng Ming.

"Uncle Xu, why are you here? So early." Cheng Ming was a little surprised.

"Xiao Cheng, I want to ask you something."

"you say."

"There was an incident in Cultural Street six years ago. Did the management office find a monk from Jinguang Temple to perform rituals?"

"Six years ago..." Cheng Ming thought for a moment, "That one was, yes, what happened?"

"I want to ask you for a favor. My daughter came down from Wenbing Mountain a few days ago and felt uncomfortable. She went to the hospital for a checkup and found nothing."

Xu Zhihai looked at Cheng Ming's expression, "So I want to ask you if there is a reliable mage you are familiar with in Jinguang Temple."

"This way..." Cheng Ming understood what Xu Zhihai meant. He glanced at Xu Jiaqi. She obviously hadn't slept well. Her skin was pale and her eyes were heavy with dark circles.

"We all know each other. Let's do this. Uncle Xu, I will take you in."

"Sorry to trouble you, Xiaocheng."

"No trouble, no trouble, Uncle Xu, your business is my business."

Cheng Ming took Xu Zhihai and his family to Jinguang Temple.

Cheng Ming explained his purpose, and after they sat in the reception room for a while, Master Hongzhen walked in.

Cheng Ming introduced to Xu Zhihai: "This is Master Hongzhen. He presided over the rituals six years ago."

"Hello, Master Hongzhen." Xu Zhihai and his whole family saluted Master Hongzhen.

"Hello, donor." Master Hongzhen returned the gift.

Xu Zhihai explained the situation to Master Hongzhen, "My daughter has encountered something recently. Please help her take a look."

Master Hongzhen glanced at Xu Jiaqi.

"I did encounter some unclean things."

"Can you trouble the mage..."

Master Hongzhen nodded and said, "Please accompany me to the Chanting Hall."

"Okay, please excuse me, Master."

Seeing this, Cheng Ming said, "Uncle Xu, I'll go back to work first. If you need anything, you can call me."

"Go ahead and I'll thank you later."

Xu Zhihai’s family followed Master Hongzhen into the Buddhist chanting hall.

It is customary to recite the Pu'an Mantra.

The sound is mellow, as if bathed in sweet rain.

Traces of black energy flew out from Xu Jiaqi's forehead, gathered in the air like five twisted petals, and then dissipated.

Master Hongzhen thought of the cyan pattern on Zhang Qingsu's forehead.

Finished reading a book of scriptures.

Xu Jiaqi opened her eyes.

Clear eyes.

Master Hongzhen hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "What happened to the female donor recently?"

Xu Jiaqi glanced at Xu Zhihai.

"The Master is asking you." Xu Zhihai said.

Xu Jiaqi sorted out her thoughts and said: "One of my father's students recently returned from the United States. He is pursuing me. He asked me to travel and go to Wenbingshang to soak in the hot springs. I agreed."

"During the trip, I felt that he and I were not suitable, so I made it clear to him."

Xu Jiaqi was very organized, "He invited me to a party in the evening. During the party, they tried to distort my thoughts, but failed. After I returned to the room, I started to feel strange, with incomplete memory, as if I had been cursed.

And inexplicably agreed to Zhang Lin’s proposal.”

"How did you discover something was wrong?" Master Hongzhen asked.

Xu Jiaqi shook her head, "I don't know. Last night, I was sitting on the sofa and eating fruit. Suddenly... there was a strong scent of incense in the room I lived in, and something was added to my skin care products...

…”

"Does the donor live nearby?"

"Yes, it's in Yipin Flower City. We came here on foot," Xu Jiaqi hesitated, then asked, "Am I okay? Is this a cult? Do I need to call the police?"

"I wonder if the donor knows someone who lives on Wenhua Street."

"Who?" Xu Zhihai asked.

"Do you know the shop owner at No. 42 Wenfeng Road, Jiang You?"

"We know each other, what's wrong?"

"He is from the Special Incident Section of the Public Security Bureau. He is better at handling these matters." Master Hongzhen paused.

Xu Zhihai's family looked at each other in disbelief.

After leaving Jinguang Temple, Xu Zhihai and the other three, who received advice from Master Hongzhen, went to No. 42 Wenfeng Road, Chongwu.

The courtyard door was open and the room door was locked.

"Xiao Jiang, he must be sleeping at this time," Xu Zhihai stepped into the yard and looked around, "He told me last time that the yard was very nice. I didn't believe it. But now, it's really good."

"Call him?" Zhang Qiu said.

Xu Zhihai nodded, took out his mobile phone, found Jiang You's number and dialed it.

Jiang You is sleeping.

Probably because he played Lego and braved the forest before going to bed. In his sleep, a huge eight-eyed spider stared at him in the darkness ahead.

There are spider webs all around.

The scenery is very beautiful.

Just as Jiang You was about to jump on the spider's back and drive the spider to conquer the dark cave, his phone vibrated.

Jiang You buried his head in the pillow.

The shaking stopped.

After a few seconds, it started to vibrate again. Jiang You reached out to grab the phone, tried to open his eyes, and saw the words "stinky chess basket" displayed on the screen of the phone.

He picked up.

"Mr. Xu, good morning, I won't go to the teahouse today."

Xu Zhihai said: "Master Hongzhen from Jinguang Temple asked me to find you."

"Where are you? Let's make an appointment in the afternoon..."

"I'll be in your yard."
Chapter completed!