The young monk has returned to secular life

Yi Zhen didn't know if there were any problems when Jiang Wenyuan died.

But something must have gone wrong after he died.

In order to prevent Jiang from getting nervous, Yi Zhen pretended to be calm and comforted him: "Looking at his makeup, he should have died peacefully."

"Can I go see the room where he died?"

Jiang Yuanwai was stunned for a moment and said to the young woman kneeling on the left side of the wooden coffin: "Daughter-in-law, the holy monk wants to go to your room to take a look. Is it convenient?"

Chen Rong wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded gently: "Holy Monk, please follow me."

Chen Rong led Yizhen and Zhou Jin towards the inner courtyard.

Jiang Yuanwai thought for a moment and followed behind.

The four of them came to the room where Chen Rong and Jiang Wenyuan lived. Candles were already lit in the room.

Chen Rong pointed to the wooden couch by the window and said: "My husband and I were playing chess on the couch last night. It was fine at first. But for some reason, he suddenly felt a little palpitated and kept rolling on the couch."

"I was scared for a moment, so I hurriedly asked Xiaocui to call daddy."

Jiang Yuanwai nodded from the side: "Yes, after I came, I saw Yuan'er covering his chest with his hands, looking very uncomfortable."

"I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do. Fortunately, my daughter-in-law reacted and asked Xiaocui to inform the housekeeper to ask for Dr. Feng."

"But before Dr. Feng came, Yuan'er had already... wu wu..."

As they talked, the two began to cry again.

Chen Rong carefully helped Mr. Jiang sit down next to the chair, and then said softly: "After Dr. Feng came, he checked my husband's body and said that he was suffering from acute chest paralysis... Wuwu..."

Jiang Yuanwai sat on a chair and looked at Chen Rong with an evil look in his eyes: "I wanted to ask you last night, is it because Yuan'er's chess skills are not as good as yours, which is why he developed chest paralysis due to his eagerness to attack his heart?"

Chen Rong hurriedly knelt on the ground and cried loudly: "It's wrong, daddy."

"My husband's chess skills have always been better than mine. We laughed constantly last night and felt very relaxed. If you don't believe it, you can call Xiaocui to ask. She has been waiting outside and can vouch for my daughter-in-law."

"Okay." Jiang Yuanwai patted his knee, looked around, and was about to call Xiaocui to come for questioning.

Seeing this, Yizhen hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Please wait, Mr. Jiang, I can feel your grief over your son's death, but you must not pass on or vent this grief to the people around you."

"My daughter-in-law is as sad as you when she loses her husband. If you blame her again, wouldn't that be adding salt to her wounds?"

Zhou Jin walked up to Jiang Yuanwai with a cold face and said angrily: "You old man is so unreasonable. Your son died of an emergency and caused others to become widows. Not only did you not comfort her, you also wanted to accuse her unjustly." It is really unreasonable to kill your own husband!"

Officer Jiang was startled by her aura and leaned back on his chair without daring to say a word for a long time.

Fortunately, Chen Rong came forward to intercede for him, so Zhou Jin turned around.

"Holy monk, sister, do you see anything wrong with my husband's death?"

This was also something that Jiang Yuanwai was concerned about. He hurriedly echoed: "Yes, yes, yes. Did the holy monk see any problem?"

Yi Zhen shook his head. He slowly walked to the couch and felt it, but still found nothing unusual.

There is no ghost energy in the coffin, and there is no ghost energy at the death scene. That means you have really seen a ghost.

He walked to Zhou Jin and asked in a low voice: "Can you contact Gui Cha?"

Zhou Jin nodded: "Any magician of level 5 or above can burn incense and open an altar to invite ghosts to appear."

Yi Zhen nodded and said: "Okay, let's wait for another hour. If Jiang Wenyuan's soul is still missing within an hour, then you can try to contact Gui Cha. I want to verify a conjecture."

"What guess?" Zhou Jin asked.

"I'll tell you later." Yi Zhen replied.

The four of them returned to the front yard. Yizhen was chanting sutras in the mourning hall, and Zhou Jin set up an altar in the courtyard.

An hour passed, and Jiang Wenyuan's soul still did not appear.

Zhou Jin took the lead in lighting the soul incense before Yizhen could speak.

I just heard her mumbling something: "Disciple Qilian Shan Mei Chaofeng, here comes the sixth-grade Tianshou magician Zhou Jin."

"Three incense sticks at the spiritual altar will be extradited to Fengdu City."

"We sincerely invite the spirit of the God of Impermanence to visit us."

"Urgent order, go!"

After saying this, she placed her left hand across her chest, pointed the index and middle fingers of her right hand together to form a sword, and pointed one finger towards the incense altar.

The incense line of the soul-inducing incense suddenly went straight up, but disappeared strangely three feet above the altar.

After a few breaths, a thick black gas slowly emerged from the place where the incense line disappeared, and soon formed the outline of a human figure.

This black energy looked in front of Zhou Jin and asked in a deep voice: "Mei Chaofeng's disciple, what do you want from me?"

Zhou Jin gave a respectful salute and said: "Jiang Wenyuan, the son of Jiang Sheng in Xinzhou City, died of an emergency last night. Today, my disciple and monk Yizhen of Bodhi Temple saved his soul, but found that his soul was unexpectedly lost."

"My disciple has been practicing for many years and has never encountered such a strange thing. In order to solve the confusion in my heart, I have to ask for help from the True Lord. I ask the True Lord for your forgiveness."

After hearing Zhou Jin's narration, Heiqi suddenly floated into the mourning hall without any hesitation.

He glanced around Jiang Wenyuan's coffin and stopped directly in front of Yizhen without saying a word.

"Little monk, can you see me?"

Yi Zhenxin said that my mind was spinning around with you, did you realize that I could see you?

Are you doubting my ability?

He said unconvinced: "Amitabha, the young monk's strength is still acceptable."

"Can you see me?" He just used a simple question, but this time he had an obvious tone of surprise.

Yi Zhen also has a temper. He added his tone to emphasize: "Amitabha, the young monk's strength is still acceptable!"

Heiqi stopped talking, but his body began to become more solid.

In a few breaths, his hair, eyes, nose, mouth... all began to take specific shapes.

After a few more breaths, his image was fully displayed in front of Yi Zhen's eyes.

Wearing a black crown, black robe, and black boots, the exposed soul is indistinguishable from human skin color.

This should be the true form of Lord Impermanence.

He smiled slightly, his teeth whiter than Yi Zhen: "Little monk, you have successfully aroused my interest."

At this time, Zhou Jin had also come to the two of them. She leaned into Yizhen's ear and whispered: "Yizhen, can you really see the True Lord Impermanence?"

Yi Zhen asked in surprise: "Can't you see him?"

Zhou Jin said in a deep voice: "I can see the True Lord because I invited him. His true soul should only appear to me. Why can you see the True Lord?"

Yi Zhen didn't know that there was such a thing as asking the Lord Impermanence to appear. He looked at the other people in the mourning hall and saw that they were all staring at him, with confusion and fear in their eyes. There was even a trace of ridicule in one person's eyes.

It seemed that they all thought they were talking to themselves just now.

At this time, he had doubts in his heart, but more importantly, he was proud.

He clasped his hands together and smiled at the Immortal Lord in front of him: "Amitabha, the young monk's strength is still acceptable."

Immortal Impermanence was not worried. He pointed at Jiang Wenyuan's coffin and asked jokingly: "In that case, tell me, why is his soul missing?"