Learning God in Hand, I Have the World

Many passers-by helped Mrs. Zhou chase Miss Zhou, and even Zhuang Jiuge rolled up his sleeves and followed, but Zhuang Li was still sitting in his seat, gently stroking his red thin lips with his slender index finger .

He was thinking about Ms. Zhou's symptoms, and also thinking about the next treatment method.

Other people's comments can at most give him some general information, only what Ms. Zhou said has real reference value.

gut?This is not a good image, especially for women.

When Zhuang Li fell into deep thought, King Qi was standing in the opposite tea house, watching him quietly through a bamboo curtain.

The young man was leaning against the table, his slightly curly long hair tied casually behind his head, without a crown or cap, only a pure white silk scarf was loosely wrapped a few times, and there was a strand of hair on his forehead Untied, it is hanging on the sideburns, swaying gently with the wind.

This kind of dress seems to be very undignified, but it also reveals a free and unrestrained feeling.

The young man was handsome and elegant, but when he curled his lips and smiled slightly, he showed a bit of bewitching.

Seeing the young man for the first time, King Qi's eyes froze, like ice cubes absorbing sunlight, and his pupils lit up instantly.

Because of this, he temporarily changed his plan yesterday, instead of rushing to the Qingtian Temple outside the city to look for Master Xuanzhenzi, he lived in this teahouse inexplicably.

When the boy carried the banner and walked over the crowd at a leisurely pace, no one knew that his heart, which had been numb for a long time, suddenly felt a throbbing feeling, and a hot current gushed out from the ventricle, warming his heart. his chest.

King Qi didn't know what this sudden throbbing meant. He only knew that once he stood here and looked at the boy, he couldn't take his eyes off him.

Fortunately, his guards were also very interested in the boy, and they all hid behind the window and watched with interest, so they didn't notice his abnormality.

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Mrs. Zhou finally chased Miss Zhou back. The mother and daughter seemed to have encountered a catastrophe. Their hair was messed up, their clothes were dirty, and even the toes of their shoes were worn out.

Zhuang Jiuge also came back, panting heavily while waving at his brother, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, showing that he was very tired.

Because of this farce, there were more people onlookers, and everyone pointed at the mad-looking Ms. Zhou, sighing something in their mouths.

Seeing that her daughter was surrounded by three floors of people, Mrs. Zhou also began to retreat.If it hadn't been for hearing that this little gentleman could invite gods to help, and her husband had strictly prohibited Taoist priests from visiting the house again, she would not have brought her daughter out privately today.

But she was also forced to do nothing, Taoist Lingxi could not cure the group of evil spirits, Master Xuanzhenzi also came to see her at home, but she was also helpless, except for gods, who can help her daughter?

Mrs. Zhou was not reconciled to leaving like this; if she didn't leave, her daughter couldn't stand the excitement.Even her husband gave up completely, so what's the use of her struggling alone?

Under the dilemma, Mrs. Zhou's eyes were red, and she looked at Mr. Xiao helplessly.

Zhuang Li pointed to the teahouse opposite, and said softly, "Go to Jinmanlou and sit down and chat, it's quiet there."

"Okay, sir, please." Mrs. Zhou hurriedly made an inviting gesture.

Her mind is very confused, and everything is at the beck and call of Mr. Xiao.

Standing by the window, King Qi stared at the group of people walking slowly, and ordered without looking back: "Give them the private room next door, and serve the best tea and pastries."

The guard commander opened the door and ordered to go down.

After a while, there was a sound of walking in the private room next door, and Miss Zhou was still struggling, humming some strange words in her mouth.

Then the young man's gentle voice sounded: "Ma'am, go and get some repairs first, I'll wait for you here."

Mrs. Zhou had this intention, and hurriedly agreed, the door creaked open, and a series of footsteps gradually faded away.

King Qi slowly walked to the place separated by a wall from the young man, lay down on the soft bed, and listened quietly to the sounds over there.He is highly skilled in martial arts and has profound internal strength. He can clearly detect two breathing sounds in the opposite room even through a wall.

One of them was panting slightly, as if he had just experienced a strenuous run, it should be the boy's younger brother.

The other path is gentle and long, neither fast nor slow, whoever he is if he is not a teenager.

Unknowingly, King Qi closed his eyes, ignored the other gasp, and listened to the young man's breathing wholeheartedly.The long-lost relaxation and tranquility hit his heart.

Seeing the prince closed his eyes and showing a calm and peaceful expression, several guards were dumbfounded and shocked.

They opened their mouths, wanting to ask the prince if he was sleepy, but they were afraid of interrupting his sleep.

The prince has not had a full night's sleep for several years in a row, and it is common for him to keep his eyes open until dawn. If someone else endured this kind of torture, the grass on the grave would grow three meters high.Fortunately, the prince is strong in martial arts and has a strong body, so he has survived until now.

"Go get the blanket!" The commander of the guards ordered silently.

The two subordinates nodded, then carefully opened the door, stepped over the threshold as if walking on thin ice, and went out quietly.

At this moment, the two teenagers next door started talking, causing King Qi's closed eyes to suddenly open.

The commander of the guards slapped himself on the forehead, his face full of regret.

King Qi didn't feel it at all, and immediately pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the young man's voice.

"Brother, can you even catch ghosts?"

"I only catch ghosts in people's hearts." The young man's deliberately low voice seemed to have a magical power, which made King Qi want to listen to it again and again.

The brain, which has been tortured by drowsiness and exhaustion all the time, became clear at this time, as if it had been washed by clear spring water.

King Qi slowly sat up, his straight thin lips relaxed slowly, and then rose undetectably.

"What is in the heart of a person?" the boy's younger brother asked curiously.

"The ghosts in people's hearts are not ghosts, but they are scarier than ghosts." The boy said paradoxically.

"Since it's not a ghost, how do you catch it, brother?" The younger brother became more and more curious.

King Qi also showed interest.The severe lack of sleep made him lose his desire to perceive and explore everything around him.After three years, he once again had a sense of acceptance of the world. He tried to integrate his consciousness into this conversation, and then imagined every change in the boy's expression and subtle movements.

What kind of posture did the young man sit on the chair, what kind of expression did he say these mysterious words, and what was he thinking in his heart... King Qi wanted to know everything.

"It's not me who catches ghosts, but Ms. Zhou herself." The young man said with a smile.

King Qi closed his eyes, and he could almost see the beautiful curve of the young man's bright red lips.He looks best when he smiles.

I don't know what came to mind, King Qi picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on the paper: "Did he encounter any trouble after he went back yesterday?"

The guard replied with a pen: "No, I followed your instructions and sent a few experts to send him back. Those people guarded outside his house all night last night, and sent him into the city again this morning. No culprits were encountered."

King Qi nodded, his tense face relaxed slightly, showing a look of relief, and then he wrote: "Let people continue to guard, don't slack off."

The commander of the guards nodded in agreement, but secretly wondered in his heart.Except for the son, he had never seen the prince care so much about a person.Is there anything special about this young man named Zhuang Li?

After thinking about it, Mrs. Zhou, who had been washed clean, stepped into the private room. The newly dressed Ms. Zhou was grabbed by the arms and covered her mouth by two maids, and half dragged and dragged into the door.

If they don't know their details, others will think they are traffickers.

Zhuang Jiuge, who was completely aroused by his brother's words, could only swallow his questions and stand aside.

King Qi couldn't help but put his ear close to the wall, listening more carefully.

Miss Zhou catches ghosts by herself, this statement is very interesting.

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Zhuang Li didn't know that someone next door was eavesdropping.He is a weak chicken who fights the five scum, he can't beat Zhuang Jiuge in a fight, and can't beat Mrs. Zhou in running, and he can't detect the masters nearby.

He asked the maid to find a teapot and a copper basin. The teapot was placed on a flower stand, and the spout was slightly tilted so that the water in the pot dripped down drop by drop. It was caught by the copper basin directly below, making a faint ticking sound. .

Immediately afterwards, he asked the shop waiter to bring a chaise longue and place it behind Miss Zhou. The chair was cushioned with soft pillows and covered with blankets.

Then, he and Mrs. Zhou started a formal conversation: "Why does Ling Qianjin always say that the evil spirit wants to dig out her intestines?"

Mrs. Zhou said full of fear: "She has nightmares every night. In the dream, ghosts have been digging out her stomach, which often wakes her up. She hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, and she always faints recently. No. The doctor said that her body is at the end of its strength, and if she can't sleep again, she may..."

Having said that, Mrs. Zhou covered her mouth and wept depressively.

Miss Zhou didn't know anything and was struggling.

Hearing these words, King Qi didn't react yet, but the commander of his guards gritted his teeth, clenched his fists hard, and showed a painful expression.

Ms. Zhou's illness is very similar to that of the prince. She can't sleep all year round and is in a state of extreme exhaustion.However, the prince's situation is even worse than that of Miss Zhou.

For the prince, nightmares are a luxury, because his body is tortured by unimaginable pain every moment, and his short and intermittent sleep leaves him no time to dream.

The commander of the guards also put his ear close to the wall, wanting to hear how Zhuang Li helped Miss Zhou catch ghosts.

If he can help Miss Zhou, does it mean that he can also help the prince?

This sudden thought lifted the spirit of the guard commander.

At the same time, the other two guards came back with a soft pillow and a thin blanket. Seeing that the prince had opened his eyes, his face was full of disappointment.

The prince's sleep quality is not good, he can only sleep for a quarter of an hour every night, and then he will be fully awake due to the pain, and he will sleep for a quarter of an hour when he is extremely tired during the day, and then he will be awakened again.

Just taking naps intermittently like this, and then being tortured by long-term exhaustion, this kind of patience has endured for three years.From the regent king who turned his hands into clouds and his hands into rain to today's emaciated dying man, this process is really a hell-like torment.

The two guards covered the prince with pillows and blankets with red eyes, and were about to say something comforting, when the prince raised his index finger and made a silent gesture.

The room immediately fell silent, and the voice from the other side became clearer.

Zhuang Li thought for a moment, and then said bluntly: "The intestines are in the lower abdomen, which means a woman's private. Intimate area, and pulling out is a very obscene action. Ma'am, according to my guess, your daughter is not haunted by ghosts, but The villain bullied her, and this is the root of her madness."

Mrs. Zhou: "!!!"

7480: "!!!"

"Master, how did you come to this conclusion? Wait, my thinking can't keep up with yours!" 7480 yelled, patting his forehead.

Zhuang Li explained in his heart: "Dreams are the feedback of the subconscious mind and the reflection of the real world. Every image in the dream can have a corresponding relationship with the real scene, and the image of the small intestine just corresponds to the reproductive organs of women. Another sadistic action. In the ancient times when ethics were so strict, a young girl who had not left the court frequently had sexual, sadistic, and colored dreams, don’t you know what this means?”

7480:"……"

Fuck, the host can actually interpret dreams!If you look at it this way, there is no difference between psychology and fortune-telling!