Raising ghosts is risky

At night, Xing Zhan lay on the bed with a book in his hands and meditated.

It was also unexpected that this matter involved the monastic sect. He never expected that even Cang Bo would be tricked. Was he unconscious when he was attacked that night?Could it be that he infected him by himself?

The pages of the book are very thin, yellow and brittle, and the paper will shatter with a little force. Xing Zhan can only turn the pages with very gentle movements.

Among the many strange things, the ghost face is not very special in it, and I am afraid that it will be overlooked if you browse through it roughly.

"Should the Lord know everything?" Xing Zhan asked suddenly.

When Gong Mu heard Xing Zhan asked, he immediately understood what he meant: "You want to ask about the Qingxuan sect?"

"That's right, since that unlucky kid Cangbo can't explain anything clearly, I have to find another way."

"Try it."

Gong Mu summoned the land, and the land immediately appeared very cooperatively.

"Master Xingjun." Landlord adjusted his glasses and said respectfully.

Gong Mu said: "I want to check about the Qingxuan Sect."

The Lord of Earth bowed his head to inquire, and quickly searched for relevant information about the Qingxuan School: "The Qingxuan School has a history of more than 800 years. Their founder claimed to be Qingming Daoist, and the most prosperous period..."

The land briefly introduced the history of the Qingxuan sect, and it really was a powerful sect.Xing Zhan found that it was so convenient to have a land public, it was like a mobile library.

"I also want to know how they declined. Since it was once such a big sect, why didn't anyone know about it?"

The land said: "People who practice Taoism practice in a low-key manner, ignore the secular world, and practice on their own. It is normal for ordinary people not to have heard of it. But the decline of the Qingxuan sect is quite special. It can be said that it disappeared overnight. In 82 years ago, a disciple under his sect..."

Suddenly, Xing Zhan could only see Tudi Gong's mouth moving, but could not hear any sound.He dug his ears in doubt, but he still couldn't hear anything, and the land was still talking eloquently, and he didn't find that there was no sound at all.

"What's going on?" Xing Zhan was confused, "Can you hear him?"

Gong Mu shook his head, and he gestured to the Earth Lord to stop.

"Is there a problem, Lord Xingjun?" said the land.

This time I can hear his voice.

Gong Mu's face was slightly dark: "It's okay, you can continue talking."

"Okay. Then..."

No sound again!

"Stop!" Gong Mu yelled to pause again, "You should talk about the history of the Qingxuan Sect."

Although Tu Tu was puzzled, he followed his meaning: "Qingxuan Sect is a monastic sect with a history of 800 years."

"Okay, let's talk about their decline."

"82 years ago, there was a disciple in their sect..."

silent!

"What do you mean? Does he have his own mute system?" Xing Zhan looked at a loss.

Gong Mu already understood, and his face was very ugly: "We can't hear the cause and effect of the decline of the Qingxuan Sect from the land."

"What does it mean to be unable to hear?"

"The land knows everything, but it doesn't mean that we can find out everything from him. Once something is inextricably related to us, we can't find out from the shortcut of the land public. This is not the same as fortune-telling. It makes sense, but what he says will be automatically blocked."

"What relationship do we have with the Qingxuan School? Let alone my mother was not born 80 years ago, or are you the one who has the relationship?"

Gong Mu shook his head: "I have never had any contact with them."

"What's going on?" Xing Zhan thought of another idea, "Maybe it's just one of us involved, we separate and let the land talk to us alone?"

"It's useless, don't forget that we are two in one."

"Can't you accommodate a little bit?"

"This is destiny, and it cannot be controlled by anyone."

It was very surprising to find out about the Xuan faction and find out that he was involved. I don't know whether it is related to the Qing Xuan faction itself or something else.

I always feel that this thing is going out of control in a weird direction.

The clues they finally obtained could not be pursued, and the two were somewhat frustrated, so they had to put the matter aside for the time being.

The two were lying on the bed and sleeping. Xing Zhan thought about it, tossed and turned, and couldn't fall asleep anyway. Finally, he couldn't help but jumped up and said, "Can you sleep without wearing a suit? I can't even fall asleep!"

"What does it have to do with your inability to sleep because I'm wearing a suit?" Gong Mu looked at Xing Zhan with an unreasonable look.

"I look uncomfortable!"

"Can you see with your eyes closed?"

"It's just uncomfortable!"

Gong Mu turned sideways, supporting his head with one hand, the red suit on his body slowly turned into a robe, and the fashionable short hair turned into silky long hair.But the style of the eyebrows and the expression in the eyes have not changed at all, and there is always a kind of charm that attracts people's attention.

"Are you satisfied?" Gong Mu's thin lips parted slightly, "Or do you want me to take it off?"

The soft and veil-like robe began to fade, revealing a pink pearl-like luster.

"Don't!" Xing Zhan felt hairy at the thought of two people lying naked on the same bed, and quickly put the thin blanket over Gong Mu's head.

"Do you want to suffocate me?" Gong Mu actively resisted.

"Suffocated? Talk like you are breathing! If you make any noise, you won't be allowed to sleep on the bed!"

"Can you leave me? Talk as if the air conditioner in your house has been repaired!"

The two were arguing, when Gong Mu moved his hand, a red light emerged, wrapping around Xing Zhan like a chain.How could Xing Zhan allow him to be presumptuous, but he couldn't break free with brute force alone. He felt anxious, the breath in his body surged, the safety buckle on his chest and the string of beads on his wrist lit up at the same time, echoing each other, they merged into a beam of light and shot out .

Gong Mu dodged in time, and the light arrows were still there, hitting the wall and then bouncing back, flying around the room.

Xing Zhan jumped up all of a sudden, fearing that Mitsuya would break something, he fixed his eyes on Mitsuya, watching it shoot into the ancient book on the table.

The light arrow was completely submerged into the book, the ancient book absorbed the light arrow, and a thin layer of white light shrouded the book.

Like a gust of wind blowing, the pages of the book were blown up and down, turning from the first page to the last in the blink of an eye, and the shining light lasted for a long time before fading away.

"What happened?" The two looked at each other and walked to the table.

The ancient book was not damaged in any way, lying quietly on the table, as if it had never been turned over.

Xing Zhan picked up the book and flipped through it, there was no difference, but after a closer look, he found something strange: at the end of some entries, there appeared a small white character.

"What do you think this is?" Xing Zhan touched the small print, but didn't feel anything special.

Gong Mu came over and took a look, and found that there were sesame-sized stems and branches counted, such as "Jiazi", "Yichou" and so on.

Xing Zhan had a flash of inspiration, and immediately turned to the page where the ghost face was recorded. Sure enough, there was also a small word "Renchen" at the end.

"Strange, why are there small characters? What do these characters mean?"

"Cang Minghai is a member of the Qingxuan sect. It is not impossible for the power contained in the beads to inspire the hidden content of ancient books."

"But just now, the safety button also responded."

"Maybe it's influenced by the power of the beads."

Xing Zhan flipped through the book carefully, and found that the counts were arranged sequentially from "Jiazi" according to the method of heavenly stems. Is it an index?"

"Are you saying the stem count leads to something else?"

Xing Zhan patted his palms with the book: "It seems that Cang Bo must be found again."

"I think you'd better not have too much hope in him."

Xing Zhan shrugged: "Now we can only take one step at a time."

The next day, Xing Zhan called Cang Bo again. Unexpectedly, Cang Bo said that Cang Minghai was very ill and couldn't leave at all. If he needed to discuss something, please ask him to come over.Xing Zhan readily agreed, and once again came to Cangbo's house converted from a warehouse.

When he arrived at Cang's house, Xing Zhan rang the doorbell and called again, and it took Cang Bo a long time to rush to open the door.

"I'm sorry, Brother Zhan, I kept you waiting!" Cang Bo apologized again and again, and brought Xing Zhan into the house.

Seeing Cang Bo's bloodshot eyes and haggard face, Xing Zhan said, "It's okay, is your great-uncle in good condition?"

Cang Bo made a bitter face: "It's not very good, and I don't know how it happened."

"Can't you go to the hospital?"

Cang Bo smiled wryly: "Brother Zhan, you guys sit in the room first."

As soon as I entered the gate, a strong fragrance hit my nostrils, as if I knocked over a perfume bottle.When seeing Cang Minghai before, Xing Zhan also smelled this smell, but this time it was too thick and choking.

"The smell of your house...is it too strong?" Xing Zhan covered his nose, a little unbearable.

Cang Bo looked bewildered: "What's the smell?"

"Weird fragrance, too strong, can't you smell it?"

Cang Bo smelled it on himself: "There is no smell."

"Maybe you got used to it after smelling it for a long time."

Cang Bo has been busy serving tea and water for a long time, he dare not neglect the guests at home, for fear of being reprimanded by Cang Minghai again.

"Don't be too busy, isn't your great uncle asleep, no one cares about you." Xing Zhan said.

"It's okay, it's fine." Cang Bo put the brewed tea in front of Xing Zhan, "You don't know, my great-uncle is good for a while and bad for a while, I am almost exhausted these days."

Cang Bo babbled and cried about how he took care of Cang Minghai in his clothes during these days, as painful as a new wife.

"Your ancestors raised you up so much, don't complain." Xing Zhan said in relief.

"I'm not complaining, I'm... oh." Cang Bo sighed, his worry was palpable.

"Let's get down to business. I found something special about that book."

When Cang Bo saw him take out the ancient book, he hurriedly held down his hand in a panic, and glanced nervously at the closed door on the second floor.

"No way, your great uncle can suddenly appear and jump from upstairs?"

"No, no, no, my great-uncle is haunted by ghosts, so it's better to be careful. Let's talk in my room."