Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

"What happened to the blood spots?" Qi Chen asked.

"Thinking about it now, I always feel that your explanation at the time was not quite right. According to what you mean, only one blood point will appear once you cross a catastrophe. The first blood point should have appeared a long time ago, but I don't remember. ——" He said while thinking about the details of the past, dragging his tone for a while, then frowned and shook his head: "Forget it, it's nothing, go back and check it out."

Finally, Long Ya crossed his arms and looked around the broken stars that he hadn't seen for a long time, and said to Qi Chen: "It's almost there, I've said everything that needs to be said, and the rest, I'll talk about it when you think about it. Let's go! Tsk--ancestor, close your mouth and don't look at the stars to be stupid. There is still something to do, can you move your hoof and come downstairs with me?! Otherwise, I will have to carry it!"

Before Qi Chen could look back, Long Ya, who had run out of patience, swept him from the roof all the way down the mountain. The cool night wind swished on his face, making Qi Chen's brain twitch, and he said in a strange way: "Dragon Captain, I have another question."

"Speak." Long Ya replied concisely.

"I'm wrapped in fox fur, how did you see that there are four blood spots on my heart?"

A certain demon sword and dragon claw shook, almost shaking Qi Chen into the valley, Qi Cen was so shocked that he immediately used his hands and feet to grab the dragon's teeth tightly. After all, he doesn't have the skills of his previous life, and he can still fall to death, little Life matters.

Long Ya glanced at Qi Chen, didn't explain anything, directly landed on the side of the car at the foot of the mountain, pushed Qi Chen onto the co-pilot, raised his hand and pulled off the seat belt to buckle him, and answered without looking up while buckling it. : "I said it, the rest, when you think about it, talk about it!"

Qi Chen: "..." Why do these words sound so wrong...

Long Ya often likes to fold things in two when he speaks. He has fought bloody battles to the point that he can say "a fight". He chattered like a storyteller, and it was hard to imagine how good the relationship between the two was back then.

If he really wanted to know all the details of that year, he probably had to wait for him to remember.

Thinking of this, Qi Chen obediently shut up, and quietly nestled in the co-pilot, letting Long Ya drive the car like it was going to fly.

When they drove all the way from Xishi back to Jiangshi, and finally stopped by two trees with crooked necks, Qi Chen felt that it was the first time in his life that he felt airsick in a car, and it was an adventure.

This was Qi Chen's second visit to Wanling Temple, and it was still at night.

The paint on the gate of the temple has been crumbled into pieces, and the color has faded to gray. It looks very old. There are still holes in the lampshades of the two wall lamps, and no one has come to renovate them. But Zhaolong As they said, the less conspicuous this kind of place is, the better.

When he came back last time, Qi Chen was hung on Long Ya's shoulders, but this time he finally walked in the door standing up, so he could see it more clearly.

The structure of Wanling Temple is very simple, and the main hall can be seen at a glance after entering the temple gate, but the main hall is very shabby, and its scale is probably only comparable to the side halls of some small temples.There is no incense burner in front of the hall, but there is a huge ancient clock. I don’t know what kind of material it is made of, and how long it has been hung here.

Qi Chen originally thought that at this point in time, Hui Jia would probably nestle in his room again, sitting at the table and playing games with headphones.But who knows, this time Hui Jia did not stay in the side courtyard as usual, but in the main hall.

The two followed the dim candlelight around the dumb bell and walked to the entrance of the main hall. They saw Hui Jia sitting cross-legged on the futon in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall. There was a small lamp in front of the futon, which contained lamp oil. A thin wick protruded from the side of the lamp, lighting up a bean of shining light.

This is the only bright spot in the entire Wanling Temple.

Long Ya didn't cross the threshold to enter the hall rashly, and grabbed Qi Chen by the hand, fearing that he would be rash.

It's just that Qi Chen is naturally not such a reckless person. Standing beside Long Ya, he saw Hui Jia didn't even look back, as if he didn't know they were coming, he whispered a Buddha's name, and held his right hand. Form a fist, lift it directly above the lamp, and stretch out the middle finger.

There was a very light sound of water droplets, a drop of blood squeezed out from the tip of the middle finger, and fell into the lamp, the lamp suddenly rose a foot high, and then returned to normal, but the lamp was much brighter than before up.

Qi Chen and Long Ya just leaned against the entrance of the main hall without saying a word, watching Hui Jia drip nine drops of fingertip blood into the lamp like this one after another.As more and more drops of blood dripped down, the light of that bean became brighter and brighter, and finally turned white to the point of dazzling.

After the nine drops of blood were dripped, Hui Jia stood up, picked up the small and old lamp, turned around and said to Long Ya and Qi Chen, "The two benefactors came here so frequently, what did you bring this time?"

The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows became even redder, as if blood had just dripped from his heart.

With a flick of Long Ya's wrist, a set of rolled scrolls fell into his palm.He held up the picture scroll and said to Huijia: "A little resentment. Could it be that the smell is too weak to smell it?"

Hui Jia was wearing a thin monk's robe, holding the lamp and leading Long Ya and Qi Chen towards his small courtyard, and said as he walked, "I don't know if the smell is faint or not, because the poor monk hasn't smelled anything in the past few days. "

Long Ya paused when he heard the footsteps, and frowned, "What's going on?"

The three of them had already entered the small side courtyard, Hui Jia was not in a hurry to answer Longya's question, but went straight to the well in the courtyard, and raised the lamp in his hand to Longya's side, understatement Said: "The resentful spirits below are not very peaceful these days, the poor monk took some blood to seal the well, which damaged the sense of smell—"

As he spoke, he looked up at the night sky, and then put the lamp in his hand on the edge of the well.

The bean of light suddenly burned into a ball, and then the wick fell to the direction of the wellhead, and the ball of fire spread on the wellhead, which happened to seal the wellhead tightly.

When there was no more gap at the mouth of the well, Hui Jia straightened up, brushed off the non-existent ashes on the monk's robe, and walked towards Longya and the others: "Where is the thing to eliminate grudges?"

Long Ya stretched out his hand and handed the scroll to Hui Jia, and said, "The wraith is not peaceful? Why is it so restless?"

Hui Jia shook his head: "I haven't figured out the reason yet. It hasn't happened in hundreds of years. But don't worry too much, it's still bearable for the time being." He said, took the scroll and unfolded it. "It's really a small complaint, just grab it and it'll be gone."

Qi Chen saw that he was holding the painting loosely with his left hand, and with a golden Buddha seal formed on his right hand, he slapped the painting, and a wisp of black air escaped from the painting.Huijia's slender right hand with five fingers raised his hand to grab it, and grabbed the wisp of black air from the painting, and trapped it in the palm of his hand.

He shook the scroll with one hand and threw it to Long Ya, then walked to the well, and sent the cloud of black air in the palm of his right hand to the lamp.The wisp of black air was swept away by the tongue of fire in an instant, and sealed into the well.

"Okay." Hui Jia withdrew his hand, and said to Long Ya and Qi Chen, "Is there anything else that needs to be dealt with?"

Long Ya waved his hand: "It's gone."

Hui Jia immediately raised his hand to the gate of the courtyard and gestured: "This temple is poor and cannot afford tea. Please walk slowly, the two benefactors. The dungeon time is almost up, and the poor monk will not give it away." That gesture clearly reflected the two Word - get out of here.

Longya: "..."

Seeing that he was about to explode, Qi Chen quickly nodded to Hui Jia, dragged Long Ya and walked out of Wanling Temple.

"This bald donkey is really looking for beatings every year. When he turned around, he asked Te Chu to cut his net. I'll see where he's going!" Long Ya cursed and got into the car, turned the steering wheel and headed down the hill.

Qi Chen originally thought that the matter was almost settled and it was time to return to Guanghe, but he saw that Longya went straight outside the city instead of heading into the city after descending the mountain.

"Aren't you going back?" Qi Chen saw that the car drove into Long Huai's ghost road again, and knew that Long Ya was going out of the province again, so he wondered, "Where are we going?"

Long Ya glanced at the time, and said: "While there is still some time, go to Yundu Mountain and find those bull-nosed talisman papers, they should be able to see something."

"Amulet paper?" Qi Chen was stunned for a moment before he remembered that Long Ya had picked pieces of talisman paper from the locust tree that had been split in half in the downstairs of Li Zhengchang's house.If someone can find out the origin of the talisman paper, it will save them a lot of trouble going around.

If there is a general direction, it will be much easier to find out the person who has been in the dark and has never shown his face.

but……

"Where is Yundu Mountain?" I heard Long Ya mention this place on the roof of the ancient building before. It sounds like it is the location of a Taoist temple, but Qi Chen has no idea what it does.

Long Ya explained: "Old-nosed and old-fashioned gathering place, a master of ghost-drawing talismans, my mother doesn't recognize the things I write, the talismans I use come from Yundu Mountain, and every year will provide sufficient talisman paper and pills to various institutions , the elixir is getting bigger every year, choking a hippopotamus to death is not a problem, and I don't know who it is against!"

Qi Chen: "..." It sounds like it's not reliable at all...

"However, the cultivation level is generally recognized as high." Long Ya seemed to feel that he was too dark, and added after thinking about it: "There are a few famous and powerful people in it. Oh yes, you still remember Longhuai Hotel A note on the wall?"

"A reminder from Longhuai Hotel?" Qi Chen was taken aback.

Seeing that he couldn't react for a while, Long Ya reminded: "It's just a reminder posted on the wall of the bathroom. I can provide you with anything, but please don't repeat the torn paper that Daoist Li made. Didn't I tell you that Daoist Li's What's the matter? He looks like a dog but his brain is not working. Once he ordered a bunch of things and found that he didn't have enough money. He was stripped to nothing but a pair of underpants, which was later taken back by his junior."

Qi Chen said "Oh", "I remember, what's wrong?"

Long Ya said: "Daozhang Li belongs to Yundu Mountain."

Qi Chen: "..." It's even more unreliable, okay?