Qingyue Temple

Qingyue Temple is located in the north of Hong Kong City, which is close to the slums. In this place where fish and dragons are mixed, this Qingyue Temple occupies a large area, but it is quiet amidst the noise.

Pedestrians pass by Qingyue Temple, except for a few people who occasionally look disdainful, the rest are all cautious in their words and deeds, as if their words and deeds are slightly inappropriate, and they will be discovered by some invisible gods and ghosts, causing trouble. It's like a disaster.

"squeak--"

A Rolls-Royce hurriedly stopped outside Qingyue Temple, and a middle-aged man with glasses got off it. The middle-aged man was well dressed, but his expression was not good. He walked quickly to the gate of Qingyue Temple, A sturdy bodyguard followed closely behind him.

The middle-aged man stood still in front of the door, frowning and staring at the "Thank you behind closed doors" hanging outside the door, and then glanced at the bodyguard beside him, who stepped forward and knocked the door knocker knowingly.

After knocking "pang pong" for about 2 minutes, the door finally made a sound, creaked, and opened the gap, revealing a face with most of the mask on it.

The person who came was pale as if his complexion had never been exposed to the sun, and his skin was horribly cold. The dark eyes under the mask fell on the two of them. This summer gave them goosebumps.

"No visitor today." The young man's cold voice sounded.

It wasn't until this time that the middle-aged man came back to his senses, remembered his purpose of coming, and hurriedly said: "Prince Shanshui Xiaodao, I have urgent matters with Master Yuan Qing, can you accommodate me?"

"I can't." The young man refused indifferently, and was about to close the door and chase away people after he finished speaking.

The middle-aged man was in a hurry. Seeing this, the bodyguard stretched out his hand to support his employer against the closing red door, but as soon as his hand touched the door, it seemed to be rebounded by a strong force. The bodyguard It took three full steps back before he stabilized his body.

The bodyguard who was ejected still maintained the posture of reaching out to push the door. He looked at the door in horror, and the young man with indifferent eyes in the shadow behind the door. The contempt in his heart turned into surprise, and his expression became cautious.

"Xiao Zhao, don't be rude!" The middle-aged man hurriedly reprimanded the bodyguard, and then pleaded with the young man behind the door, "Master Shanshui, the new bodyguard doesn't understand the rules, don't take it for granted. My father and Yuan Qing Master is an old friend, I also met you when you were young, if it wasn't really urgent this time, I wouldn't bother you."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man had a bitter expression on his face: "Three days ago, Daoist Yuan Qing came to my house to help my son treat the evil disease, but he saw that half of the Taoist priest seemed to be unwell, and he just helped my son suppress the evil disease forcibly, saying it was too much. Come back in two weeks to cure him. Originally, my son was fine these two days, but today he fell ill again for some reason, climbed up the high wall and ran away like a monkey, and no one could stop him!"

"Now I have lost his whereabouts, and I have sent people everywhere to find him. I really have no choice. He is talented, and he is suffering from a strange disease. Now he is running around in a daze. What if something happens to him?"

The middle-aged man's worry about his son seemed to arouse some emotions in the young Fang Shanshui, which made him stop closing the door.

Fang Shanshui paused for a second, hesitatingly said in a low tone: "My master..."

A few days ago, Master has improved his cultivation, saying that he has reached the legendary realm. Once he breaks through, he can increase his lifespan and transform himself. Fang Shanshui is also very happy for Master.

But the day before yesterday, the master went out and came back, but he was withered and ruined. He suddenly said that his practice had gone wrong, and then locked himself in the room, and has not come out until now.

Fang Shanshui hasn't seen his master for three days.

Just as he was thinking, Fang Shanshui's ears moved slightly for a moment, as if he heard some voice, and then he relaxed a little, and changed his words to the middle-aged man: "Come in, my master knows you are coming, and wants to see you."

The middle-aged man didn't think it was strange, and hurriedly bowed to Fang Shanshui to express his thanks.

The bodyguard Xiao Zhao frowned in confusion, and even subconsciously listened carefully. Of course, even if there was a real sound just now, he would not be able to hear it now.

The lacquered red door creaked open.

The middle-aged man and the bodyguard followed Fang Shanshui into Qingyue Temple.

The bodyguard is a newcomer, and it's the first time he has come to this kind of place with his employer.

However, this Qingyue Temple is quite different from what he imagined. Although it is not shabby, it is not much better. It is a huge place, but it is ordinary. The pure charm of time and space supports the scene, and the rest is really shabby.

The bodyguard was disappointed, thinking that the master of the Taoist temple has been pretending to be a ghost in Hong Kong City for many years, he is quite famous, and he must have made a lot of money, so why not repair this Taoist temple and use it as a facade?

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When Fang Shanshui brought people in, Fang Yuanqing, who had been in retreat for three days, was offering incense to the tablets enshrined in front of the altar. Each tablet has one stick of incense. There are more than 20 tablets and more than 20 incense burners on the five-story altar. Burn more than 20 sticks of incense.

When the bodyguard Xiao Zhao saw Fang Yuanqing, he was really surprised. Although the boss said that this tall man was nearly 80 years old, but his white hair and youthful face did not make him look old, but the man in front of him was obviously not even forty, except for the gray and white The hair and some fine lines around the eyes and between the brows don't look like an old man, he is really a fairy.

The bodyguard Xiao Zhao bowed his head and stood in awe. He didn't dare to show his disapproving expression just now.

After burning the incense, Fang Yuanqing invited several people to sit down on the sandalwood chairs on both sides.

The middle-aged man was about to speak, but Fang Yuanqing interrupted him and said, "I already know about you, but I made a mistake in my prediction. I'm poor in cultivation now, and I can't protect myself, so I can't help you."

"This! Master Yuanqing..." The middle-aged man stood up anxiously.

Fang Yuanqing waved his hand, signaling to the middle-aged people not to panic: "Don't be in a hurry. I've already done the calculation for you. Just look for it in the northeast direction. When you encounter a large building with a dome along the way, turn left. If you don't, follow Go straight on the main road, and after three days, stop at a cemetery building, and you will find your son. Don't rush to take him away, find someone to look after him there, and there will be a turning point after three months."

"Three months..." The middle-aged man hesitated, obviously not satisfied with this time.

Fang Yuanqing also understood the worries of the middle-aged man, and immediately said: "If you can find other high-level people, you may not need the three months I mentioned. But you should pay attention, the Yin man possessing your son has a lot of resentment, it seems It has a lot to do with your son's previous life. Now the Yin man is too entangled with your son, and those with lower cultivation levels will not only be unable to deal with it, but may cause it to retaliate. You must be cautious when looking for someone. Even if you can't find it, don't worry , your son will only suffer some hardships in the past three months, and there is no danger of his life, after three months, there will be a turning point."

"By the way, master, what is a cemetery building?" the middle-aged man asked.

"It's just some buildings built in places with heavy yin energy. Most of them are schools built in cemeteries and execution grounds, which use the yang energy of students to suppress yin energy. Of course, there are other types of buildings occasionally. You need to inquire about it." Fang Yuanqing answered. After finishing, he suddenly couldn't suppress and coughed twice.

Seeing this, Fang Shanshui, who was standing quietly by the side, immediately stepped forward in two or three worried steps, "Master, how are you?"

At this time, the middle-aged man also realized that Fang Yuanqing was wrong. In just a few words, Fang Yuanqing's complexion had withered so badly that the middle-aged man couldn't help asking, "Master, what are you?"

Fang Yuanqing signaled to Fang Shanshui not to worry, and said indifferently to the middle-aged man who asked the question, "It's okay, it's just that we need to embark on a journey."

Seeing that Fang Yuanqing didn't want to say more, the middle-aged man didn't ask any more questions. After carefully taking note of Fang Yuanqing's confession, he left without further interruption.

There was no one else in the hall, Fang Yuanqing beckoned for Fang Shanshui to walk in front of him.

Fang Yuanqing looked at Fang Shanshui carefully, and was filled with emotions for a moment. From childhood to adulthood, Fang Shanshui was his son to him, but now he is going to leave this child and go alone.

Fang Yuanqing sighed, "Disciple, my time has come. From now on, you must be well alone."

Fang Shanshui's eyes turned red immediately, and the ominous premonition he had had during this period finally came true, but he did not expect the result to be so serious. Fang Shanshui, who has always been indifferent, inevitably choked up like a child at this time, "Master, is there no way can save you?"

"On the road of cultivation, if you make a wrong step, you will be in the abyss." Fang Yuanqing shook his head, and then Fang Shanshui said, "Time is running out, and I have three things to ask you as a teacher."

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"Can you do these three things?"

Fang Shanshui choked up and agreed.

Seeing Fang Shanshui like this, Fang Yuanqing sighed and said: "You have traveled all over the world with your teacher these years, and you have accumulated a lot. Your life is safe, but your personality is too withdrawn. When the teacher is here, you still have someone to talk to; if the teacher is gone, You are living alone in this world, so you are worried about your teacher and your students."

"Master, I just made a divination for you. After the wake, go north and settle in Huicheng. I have already entrusted an old friend to take care of you. You...cough cough..."

Seeing this, Fang Shanshui felt uncomfortable and said: "Master, take a break and stop talking, and don't worry about me, I will be fine. Don't worry, I remember everything you confessed very clearly."

Although the master is old, his youthful face and white hair always look like a fairy. Fang Shanshui, who has been in extremely poor health since childhood, never thought that a master with such a good spirit would be ahead of him.

Fang Yuanqing nodded with difficulty, and waved his hand to signal Fang Shanshui to go out first, "I'll take a break first, you go and book a train ticket, and wait for me in front of my room in Youshi."

After Fang Shanshui went out, Fang Yuanqing looked at the tablets on the altar one by one. The top of the altar was the tablet of the ancestor of the Fang clan.

The tablet is very strange, the material is iron or wood, the whole body is glowing black gold, the base is actually carved with two tiger-like tigers, and the two tigers are facing each other, carrying this tablet.

With their backs facing each other, Bi An raised his head and roared towards the sky, as if he was about to crawl out from under the tablet—the tablet read "Shang Yu Yuan Miao Zhenrenfang..."

The last two words have been blurred, leaving only some shallow potholes.

It is said that this is the ancestor of their Fang clan.

The Fang family originated in the late Ming Dynasty, and started the business of exorcising corpses in troubled times. Later, when Jiangshan arrived in Dingding, they settled in Xiangcheng and became a famous line of exorcising corpses in the local area. The Fang family quickly declined.

Fang Yuanqing settled in Xiangshi with his apprentices for more than ten years, but the core skills handed down by the family are rarely used, and can only occupy a place by relying on the art of yin and yang, locking souls and divination.

Fang Yuanqing stared at the memorial tablets for a long time, the room was lingering with the smell of smoke, wandering in the darkness like wisps of ghosts, surrounding Fang Yuanqing's lonely figure, disillusioned, looking strange and gloomy.

"I can't get what I want, the demons are everywhere, the masters and ancestors have given up, but I still want to move on, and now the desire is hard to get over, is it the demons or me..."

The hollow wooden door squeaked open and closed, and the wind leaked into the room, making the pervasive smoke shake, and then wandered about like a panic.

In the empty room, there are only rows of tablets filled with silence, and the flickering incense in front of the tablets.