Zhang Peiru looked up at the crowd of spectators and then at her old father, whose hair was more than half gray. His lips trembled and tears rolled down his cheeks, "Dad! Dad, I'm possessed by an evil spirit. I know everything in my heart but I just can't control myself, wuwuwu... Every day when I open my eyes, I see monsters and monsters bleeding, it’s so scary..."
Lao Zhang was trembling with excitement. He never dreamed that his daughter's illness could be cured so easily.
One second he was making inhuman noises, but the next second he was not crazy but he was thinking clearly and speaking clearly. When he was excited, his right leg, which had been disabled since childhood, was difficult to control and his mouth was clumsy and he didn't know what to say. , he could only kneel down with a plop and thank Wang Qiyi over and over again, and insisted on giving him money to express his gratitude.
"Ouch, Xiaoru is caught in something dirty!"
"Young man has real abilities, it's amazing!"
"What did I say? I had previously advised Lao Zhang to find someone with the skills to take a look and be careful of what he might have hit. Isn't this just..."
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"Young man?" Zhang Peiru, who had just regained consciousness, looked at the big bastard standing in front of him, and his face suddenly turned pale.
But she didn't dare to yell and talk nonsense anymore. If she was treated as a mental illness and suffered those crimes again, she would rather treat the bastard in front of her as a human being! It won't affect anything anyway, it's much better than seeing those bloody illusions.
Listening to the chatter among the old neighbors, he finally managed to persuade Lao Zhang, who was being helped up, to say with grievance: "I, I went, I even looked for the great dancers to no avail! Just Xiangyun Temple I’ve been there several times!”
When it comes to this, Wang Qiyi has to give himself credit for his performance, "Well, you can actually go to Yunshan to try it."
My suggestion is to give it a try without spending any money.
What's more, the biggest advantage of burning incense and praying to God is that there will be no conflicts.
If it is really good, it means that the gods are miraculous; if it is not good, it means that this calamity is destined to happen. Everyone is very good at self-control, and I have never heard of a real person making trouble and smashing a statue of a god.
Someone heard that Yunshan Temple immediately reacted, "By the way, isn't it the same person who went to Yunshan Temple to pray for Yang Tao? She said it would be fine on the same day. I saw her this morning saying she wanted to go to fulfill her wish."
"Real or fake? So effective?"
"Yes, I would rather believe that it is there than believe that it is not. Let's go back and burn a stick of incense."
The fire coming out of the building was getting smaller and smaller; the crowd was still gathering around and exclaiming in surprise that Zhang Peiru's illness was cured in one second. Wang Qiyi, after asking if there were any other mentally ill patients nearby, blended into the crowd and left. , hiding deep in identity and name.
He climbed up the mountain with two worms and a pile of information, thinking that he had to quickly report to Taoist Master Qingfeng about the situation of the corpse in Yang Tao's house, otherwise, when the firefighters cleaned up the scene and moved out a charred corpse, there would be no more Do you have to make matters worse for Carambola’s already poor family?
Although this "business trip" had twists and turns and was weird and bizarre, overall it didn't take too long.
When the invisible Wang Qiyi went up the mountain on the cable car, he was still thinking that there was no car to drive, and all the time he spent taking buses here and there was wasted on the road. If there was some emergency in the city, he had to wait for the Taoist priest to go up the mountain for help. , isn’t it that the day lily is cold?
I hope they have a strong immortal cultivating organization behind them and can connect with relevant departments.
Otherwise, the corpse in Yang Tao's house must have been discovered by now. Both mother and daughter would have been invited to drink tea. It was unfortunate that the house was burned down and there was an unknown body on the ground. How would these two women live their lives? .
"Huh?" Qingfeng was reading in the library when he suddenly noticed the cold air coming closer and closer, a smile of relief appeared on his face, "As expected of the bastard of the wishing pool, his spirituality is indeed high. He caught the female bug shortly after coming down the mountain. It’s great to live here!”
He was overjoyed and put down the scriptures and went straight downstairs to the mountain gate to greet the tortoise who had successfully passed the test and returned in triumph.
So, when Wang Qiyi turned a corner on the quiet road, he saw Taoist Master Qingfeng standing under the big locust tree at the entrance of Taoist Temple with a pair of black and white auspicious phoenix eyes with a faint smile. smile.
"Taoist Master, I've caught him!" He didn't know why he felt so good at this situation.
The mid-afternoon sunlight shines through the leaves on the Taoist priest like broken gold. If it weren't for the crowds of tourists, this scene would be like a quiet painting of time.
Wang Qiyi took out a large Huijie Chong with his right paw and waved.
Needless to say, luckily the countdown has ended and I have become an invisible spirit again. Otherwise, if so many tourists witnessed a giant tortoise coming down from the cable car, it would probably be on the hot search list tomorrow!
However, the moment he took out the fist-sized worm, the smile on Taoist Master Qingfeng's face disappeared visibly.
"This smell is wrong! What did he catch back?" An ominous premonition flashed through his heart. Qingfeng gave Wang Qiyi a look to tell him to follow him, then turned around and walked quietly and briskly into the temple.
"Wow, I'm so lucky today. I checked in with Taoist Master Qingfeng!" A tourist took photos with his mobile phone. He smiled and nodded, and his pace quickened so much that the hem of his Taoist robe set off blue waves.
Wang Qiyi could feel that something was not right, so he hurriedly climbed into the back hill where tourists stopped, and climbed up to the third floor of the library with his short legs and paws.
Qingfeng quickly took out a white jade jar from the drawer and signaled Wang Qiyi to put the black fist-sized worm in his claws into it. He immediately closed the lid and breathed a sigh of relief, "What happened when I went down the mountain today?" What happened? Tell it in detail from beginning to end, don’t skip any details.”
From the information found by Yang Tao to the rune she was wearing, to the appearance of the impostor Yang Ping, the conversation between the two and the neighbor's behavior, the dispute between the two, the explosion and fire, Wang Qiyi took out the information and told it all.
"Star Tao has not lost his memory. Is it because of this rune?"
"How do counterfeiters modify other people's memories?"
"Why is the worm on his body so ferocious, but he is not mentally disturbed?"
"Why did he lose control after being dragged out by the worm?"
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Faced with Wang Qiyi's many questions, which were like pouring beans through a bamboo tube, Qingfeng waved his hand to signal him to calm down, got up and went outside to make two phone calls and send some messages.
While waiting, Wang Qiyi felt bored and looked around at the layout of the library.
Except for the staggered door openings and windows, the four walls on the southeast, northwest and northwest are all made of custom-made antique-style solid wood bookshelves, filled with books bound in blue leather.
Naturally, Wang Qiyi couldn't read it without the owner's consent. He just stretched his neck and glanced at the books whose covers could be seen. Most of them were handwritten, and he didn't know whether they were seal scripts or what kind of fonts. Anyway, he didn't recognize them and couldn't understand them.
A large and wide table is placed to the east. There are many ancient books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table. It is obvious that people often write and read here. The open wooden windows are full of historical atmosphere, and the green trees outside the windows can be seen. Hearing the rustle of the leaves in the breeze is indeed a perfect place for quiet study.
"Huh? Why do you light up a lamp in broad daylight?" Wang Qiyi jumped onto the chair with dexterity. Bastard leaned on the back of the chair and glanced around. His eyes were attracted by a simple oil lamp on the southwest corner of the window.
