In the room, Zen Master Fu Kong was still exorcising evil spirits from Nan Er.
Xia Zhichan waited outside the door for several hours, yawning several times out of boredom, and the money-loving young novice beside her even dozed off.
"Amitabha, Xia Lingguan, please come in."
Zen Master Fukong sat on the futon and let out a sigh of relief. The golden Sanskrit words floating around him also penetrated into his open mouth.
The evil aura on Nan Er's body was much lighter, but it seemed that it had not been completely eliminated. His body went limp and he fell down.
"Master, is my friend okay?"
Xia Zhichan looked at Zen Master Fukong, who was obviously tired. There were a lot of sweat beads on the old monk's forehead. It was obvious that he was sweating so much in late autumn, which showed the difficulty of his spell casting process.
"It doesn't matter, it's just that his body is full of evil spirits, and the old monk can't remove all the evil spirits from his body in one day."
This is not because Zen Master Fu Kong is not strong enough, but because it is not difficult to get rid of evil spirits. What is difficult is to protect the meridians in Nan Er's body while getting rid of evil spirits.
Otherwise, if all the evil spirits are forcibly removed, Nan Er will become a cripple with all the meridians in his body cut off.
It is not an easy task to protect Nan Er's meridians while driving out all the evil spirits from his body.
Metaphorically speaking, it's like trying to kill an enemy with your own hands and feet.
"Thank you, Master."
Xia Zhichan checked Nan Er's veins and found that he was fine. He was simply asleep. The evil spirit in his body had been obviously removed.
"Haha, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. This is what an old monk should do."
Zen Master Fu Kong never mentioned the matter of the pure gold seal, as if he really only took action to save people.
"Donor Nangong's health is pretty good. He should wake up in a while. Today, less than 30% of his evil spirit has been removed..."
Zen Master Fukong glanced at the little novice monk who was still squatting at the door holding the golden seal and refused to let go, and helplessly wiped the sweat on his forehead with the corner of his sleeve.
Then he continued:
"Based on this progress, it may take five days to completely cure Nangong Donor's body."
"Okay, I understand Master."
Xia Zhichan secretly calculated how much gold ingots he still had, and whether he could still afford the medical fees for the next four days.
No, you don’t think that just giving money once can cure it completely.
"This Nangong benefactor must be a person of extraordinary origin. I don't know who his master is, or whether the old monk recognizes him."
"Hmm? Master, what do you mean by this..."
Zen Master Fu Kong saw Xia Zhichan's somewhat surprised look, so he pointed to Nan Er who was still lying on the ground and said slowly:
"Nangong Donor's body has obviously been combed with zhenqi, and all the meridians in the body have been opened. And judging from the method of combing the body, it should come from Taoism."
"oh?"
Xia Zhichan didn't expect that Nan Er could actually be related to the high-ranking Daomen, and it seemed that the relationship was quite close.
Although he knew that Nan Er had a lot to hide about his life experience, he did not expect that something unexpected would happen to him.
He had used zhenqi to test Nan Er's body before, but he had never found that the meridians of Nan Er's body had been combed. It could only be said that he had never thought about it.
After all, Xia Zhichan was born with a body that has its own meridians, so she naturally thought that everyone's meridians were the same and there was no difference.
There is no method for combing the body in the Cuilongshan lineage. After all, the Lingguan lineage only accepts geniuses in the true sense.
"Uh...where is this place?"
Nan Er rubbed his forehead. He felt a little better all over, but he was still a little hazy. For a while, he couldn't even tell whether he was awake or dreaming.
"Awake? This is the master's residence."
Xia Zhichan briefly introduced Zen Master Fukong to Nan Er. Anyway, he estimated that Nan Er could not quite understand what kind of powerful disciple the abbot of Wanfo Mountain was among the ascetics.
"Oh, why am I here? Didn't I seem to be in the bamboo forest courtyard before... Could it be that I am dreaming?"
Nan Er nodded half asleep. He reluctantly stood up from the ground. It felt like all the bones in his body had been broken apart and then put back together again. Every piece felt wrong.
Rub your wrists, shake your legs, and then stretch to straighten your body.
"How about it?"
"It's okay, I can't die..."
Nan Er twisted his neck, showing that he was even a little uncomfortable with his body. He frowned, trying to remember what the last fragment of his memory was.
"Amitabha, Nangong Donor, please stay here with the old monk first, so that you can deal with it if something happens."
Zen Master Fukong has thought carefully. If he lets Nan Er and Xia Zhichan go back, if the evil spirit in Nan Er's body breaks out again, Xia Zhichan alone will not be able to subdue him.
"Huh? Why should I live here, Master? I..."
"Okay, it's settled."
Xia Zhichan interrupted Nan Er directly. He didn't even give the other party a chance to refute, and directly used the method of changing the topic:
"In the past few days when you lost your memory, something big happened in Jiangcheng. Anyway, it will be safer to stay here."
"A big thing? Tell me what big thing it is."
As expected, Nan Er was attracted by what Xia Zhichan said about the big events in Jiangcheng. He suddenly forgot what he wanted to do just now and just wanted to know what big things happened in Jiangcheng.
"Come, sit down. I'll tell you slowly."
Gulu.
Nan Er held his stomach, clearly feeling the hunger in his stomach.
"Disciple, go prepare some vegetarian food."
After Zen Master Fukong shouted several times, the young novice monk at the door stood up reluctantly, patted the dust on his butt, and quickly went to the kitchen of Prince Le's Mansion.
"The story begins on the day of the River God Festival..."
By the time Xia Zhichan finished talking about what had happened in Jiangcheng these days, Nan Er had already eaten three large bowls of plain noodles, and even the little novice monk who was watching on the side said softly.
"Hiccup~"
Nan Er burped, wiped the corners of his mouth again, patted his satisfied belly, and said thoughtfully:
"I seem to have remembered something."
"Remember what?"
The clues Xia Zhichan found these days were all clues, and there were no real clues that could indicate that the other party was some kind of monster.
"I can't remember clearly, but I think I was still in the black yard... Someone came and he was very strong. I couldn't beat him at all, so I had to hide. That guy left at some point..."
Nan Er's soul has always been in his body, but because of the strong evil spirit, he was completely controlled by anger and murderous intent, and he couldn't even remember what he had done.
"Tell me as many people as you can remember."
Xia Zhichan and Zen Master Fu Kong looked at each other and felt that the breakthrough in Jiangcheng's matter might be Nan Er. If he had really encountered the monster who did evil in Jiangcheng, he should be able to provide them with some important clues. .
"Well, it's very powerful, very powerful, I can't beat it at all..."
Nan Er touched his chin, but he really couldn't remember any more details. He could only repeat some similar words over and over again.
Xia Zhichan's face gradually became serious. Together with Jiang Qin, he and Jiang Qin could only barely fight to a draw with the evil Nan Er. If it weren't for the pomegranate branch left for him by Nangong No. 1, which worked wonders, he and Jiang Qin would not have been able to do anything at all. Nan Er cannot be subdued.
The other party could actually defeat the evil Nan Er. His strength must be extraordinary, and he was probably the mastermind behind the Jiangcheng incident.
"I can't remember what he looks like, but it seems...well, he seems to have a special smell."
Nan Er wrinkled his face and thought hard:
"It seems like...a fishy smell."
"Fishy smell? Could it be a river demon, but even a river demon can't be without its demonic aura..."
Xia Zhichan was also worried. It wasn't because he cared about what kind of monster the other party was, but because he had done so many things in Jiangcheng, so why didn't the other party leave any evil aura behind.
You know, wherever you go there will be traces.
Why doesn't the other party leave any demonic aura, unless he is not actually a demon...
Among the four categories of monsters and ghosts, demons and the like all travel with evil spirits, that is, evil spirits. As for ghosts and the like, there are few evil spirits, but there are also very few people with advanced cultivation.
The monster who could be responsible for the Xiajiang City incident must be a powerful character. If he is a ghost, he should be a ghost king who has lived for at least five hundred years.
"It smells fishy, could it be... a water ghost?"
"But water ghosts rarely have a hundred years of cultivation, and I have never heard of ghost king levels."
Zen Master Fukong said from the side.
Water ghosts are different from other ghosts who die unjustly. They are often drowned in water and can only stay at the bottom of the water all year round. It can neither absorb the moonlight to cultivate itself, nor can it leave the bottom of the water.
But the water ghost has a skill that other ghosts don't have, and that is to use a substitute. That is to say, during a special period of time, they can go out in disguise, and then use poisonous tricks to force others to jump into wells and rivers to death, and then they can replace the dead people in reincarnation. The person who is taken as a substitute can only become a new water ghost, waiting for the next unlucky guy.
Therefore, few water ghosts can cultivate for hundreds of years, and because water ghosts are only drowned, they have little resentment and can be easily saved by others.
"Speaking of water, there is a green lake inside Jiangcheng and a big river outside. Where is the water ghost..."
…
Outside Jiangcheng, there is Linjiang Pavilion.
The commoner Taoist priest who cut off his head is still using his strange magic.
The head suddenly rose and fell, causing everyone to scream in surprise.
"I can go higher!"
As he spoke, the head flew out of the Linjiang Pavilion and burst into the white mist on the river, disappearing and appearing.
Then he flew higher and higher under the gaze of everyone, and could no longer see the face of the head. He could only barely see a black outline in the white mist, and it became smaller and smaller.
Only the laughter of the Taoist priests still floats on this river.
ah!
A scream was heard from the Taoist priest's head. Everyone looked at it, but could not see anything clearly because of the white fog. They could only hear the Taoist priest's voice getting smaller and smaller.
"What happened?"
Prince Le frowned. He was the first to sense that something was wrong and signaled the butler on the side to quickly ask. The latter had not even stepped off the platform when he heard everyone's frightened shouts.
The body of the headless Taoist priest on the Linjiang Pavilion suddenly softened and he fell to the ground with a thud.
When heads were flying around before, his headless body had been standing upright, and sometimes he would extend his fingers to indicate the direction of his head.
Now he suddenly fell down, and blood began to spurt violently from his headless neck. The red liquid soon dyed the entire ground of the stage red.
"People are dead..."
Before anyone had time to panic, they saw a huge black fish head protruding from the white mist, then opened its mouth and swallowed Linjiang Pavilion in one gulp.
Together with most of the charlatans and magicians at the Linjiang Pavilion, they disappeared into the big fish's mouth.
Prince Le felt that all the hairs on his body stood up. He sat on a high platform not far from the Linjiang Pavilion and came face to face with the huge black fish head.
Prince Le, who was as steady as a rock, was so frightened that he lost his mind until the blind man reacted and dragged him directly from his seat, then carried him on his back and ran out for an unknown distance in one breath.
Until the river is no longer visible.
The blind man fell to the side of the road with a thud when he was completely exhausted, and Prince Le on his back also fell off.
"Just now……"
Prince Le stared blankly in the direction of the river, and the look of the fish head was still deeply engraved in his mind.
"It was... smiling at me."
