After breaking off the marriage, my ancestors became my golden fingers

Three days later.

The Special Investigation Bureau Building in Chang'an City, Province S.

Today is the monthly regular meeting of the Special Investigation Bureau. In the conference room, the captain of the action team, Song Yan, sat in the first seat, and the deputy team leader, Li Zhaoliang, sat on the right.

Song Yan looks gentle and wears gold-rimmed glasses. He doesn't look like a field worker, but no one in the S Province Special Investigation Bureau dares to despise him.

Because everyone knows that he is the grandson of Song Zhiwen, the head of the logistics department of the Beijing General Administration.

Song Zhiwen asked who would fill the vacated position as his retirement was imminent. Everyone was clear about it.The entire Chang'an Special Investigation Bureau is just a small springboard for Prince Song.

Vice-team Li Zhaoliang is about 30 years old. He is a grassroots with an ordinary background who has risen from the grassroots step by step.

At this moment, he was leaning on the back of the chair.

The crumpled uniform cap is half-slung on the face, the strong and scarred arm is hanging by the armrest, the eyes are half-closed, looking out the window, like a tired tiger in sleep.

Today was supposed to be a rare sunny day in a month, but at some point, a large cloud of strange dark clouds gradually floated outside the window, engulfing the sky and covering the sun, like a sign of heavy rain.

In front of the stage, a person was giving a report. Seeing Li Zhaoliang openly dozing off at the meeting, he couldn't help but glance at him again and again, stuttering as he read the manuscript:

"This month, we discovered and dealt with three cases of monsters attacking humans, and ten cases of homicides by resentful souls. However, due to the actions and... timely and proper organization, only one person was seriously injured, four were slightly injured, and no casualties were reported. Last month, the crime rate dropped by 30% year-on-year..."

He was getting better and better in his report, but suddenly he heard a loud "bang".

It turned out that Li Zhaoliang stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the window, and pushed the window open with a loud noise.

Everyone was surprised.

The person who was reporting was also taken aback: "Vice Captain Li?"

Song Yan frowned and said, "It's in a meeting."

Li Zhaoliang, as if he hadn't heard of it, stretched out his hand out of the window, caught a drop of rainwater, passed it to his nose for a sniff, and asked doubtfully, "Golden Core Crossing Tribulation?"

Everyone in the conference room was startled, and then exploded.

"Golden Core Crossing Tribulation?"

"Deputy Li, are you kidding me?"

"I haven't heard of any children who are going to form alchemy recently?"

"Where's the archives department?! Quickly check the records! Why didn't you notify such a big event in advance?!"

The so-called golden core crossing the catastrophe is the last step for a monk to form an alchemy.

As long as you take this step, you will be a fish leaping from the dragon's gate and become a fairy, which means completely opening up the spiritual veins and possessing the ability to formally control the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

The length of time and difficulty of crossing the catastrophe depends on whether the world approves it, which is commonly known as "looking at the face".

Many Taoist disciples who have finally managed to achieve the golden elixir are stuck at this step, failing at the end of their careers, and have no chance of immortality in their lives, and can only become ordinary people with a stronger body.

Therefore, whenever a Taoist family has a child who forms an alchemy, he will greet the Special Investigation Bureau in advance and ask for corresponding help.

What's more, when there are abnormal weather conditions such as lightning, thunder, strong winds, etc., it is necessary to notify the relevant departments in advance, so as not to cause panic among the masses, or cause thunder to accidentally injure passers-by.

The meeting room is in chaos, but this time the catastrophe is coming in a fierce manner, and the progress is extremely fast!

I saw that the sky outside the window suddenly cracked a flash of lightning that was as bright as a blazing sun, illuminating the entire meeting room brightly!

One monk who was unfortunately bald at an early age even had a glare on the crown of his head.

In the next second, there was a thunderous thunder from the end of the sky, which made the special bureau's alert array ring like crazy.

Everyone covered their ears in pain.

The wind and rain are blowing, the heaven and the earth resonate, it is definitely the golden core crossing the catastrophe!

This is just the beginning, and the formation is so terrifying, it is simply unheard of!

Which peerless genius is it? !The family can resist showing off? !

And if you are so bold and don't come to ask for help, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to resist being hacked to death?

In the chaos, Li Zhaoliang slapped the table angrily and shouted, "Quiet me!"

The whole room fell silent.Song Yan put down his hands covering his ears, frowned and looked at him.

Li Zhaoliang commanded sharply: "Notify the technical department, immediately investigate who has crossed the robbery, and lock the area where the thunder landed."

"All the logistics department dispatched, united with relevant departments, the most important thing is to evacuate the masses immediately to ensure that there are no ordinary casualties!"

"The action team will follow me..."

He suddenly looked at Song Yan unkindly, and his voice stuck in his throat.

Song Yan smirked: "Remember that I am the captain?"

Li Zhaoliang tightened his fists and lowered his gaze: "Yes."

Song Yan said slowly: "The first team went to check the situation, and report to me when they come back..."

However, before he finished speaking, the rain outside the window suddenly stopped, the strong wind stopped suddenly, and the dark clouds receded as quickly as the tide.

A great clear sky suddenly reappeared, and a huge sun hung peacefully back into the sky, as if nothing had happened. The bright sunlight hit the top of the bald monk's head, and then reflected again, hitting Song Yan who was about to push his glasses, hanging in the middle. hand.

The whole room was silent, looking at Song Yan.

Song Yan: "..."

what's the situation?But if he speaks any slower, the rain on the ground will be dried by the sun!

How could there be a catastrophe that ended so quickly in this world? !

Song Yan frowned: "Li Zhaoliang, you must have made a mistake, this is not a catastrophe at all..."

Suddenly, a person pushed the door open and interrupted: "Report to the captain and deputy team, the technical department has figured it out, someone just escaped robbery near Fengjiayuan, No. 15, Nanping Old Street!"

Everyone had a meal.

Feng family?

……

At the same time, Chen's yard.

Just now, the sky thunder smashed half of the window in Chen Yun's room, and Chen Yun was completely awakened from his trance.

He crawled out from the billowing smoke and dust, just in sight of the people/ghosts nervously guarding the yard, and everyone/ghosts looked at each other in blank dismay.

Chen Yun frowned slowly: "What's the situation? You put me here as a punishment?"

Feng Bugui and all the ghosts had complex expressions, distorted expressions, and said in unison: "What's the matter with you! Do you know what happened these days!?"

A ghost said quietly: "You just formed the pill in three days."

The other ghost said sadly and angrily, "You just survived the catastrophe with one stroke."

This is considered a normal reaction, Feng Bu said to himself, like a neurotic:

"Retirement... Grandpa with me... I should have understood... Don't bully the young and poor, 30 years in Hexi, 30 years in Hedong..."

All the ghosts spat at him together: "Stop reading online articles, it's wrong!"

Feng Buhui and a group of ghosts were crying and laughing, chattering about how awesome he was this time, the corners of Chen Yun's mouth twitched, and he could barely deduce his current situation from the fragmented language.

I have formed a pill?

He adjusted his breathing, carefully felt the changes in his body, and suddenly found a warm current slowly moving along the meridians of his body.

Chen Yun closed and opened his five fingers, and found that his whole body was lighter than ever before, as if he had been reborn and reborn.

His eyesight and hearing have evolved to the best state. He looked up into the distance and found that he could see a leaf ten meters away clearly!

But more importantly, he began to perceive countless pure energies that had never been discovered before, scattered between the heaven and the earth.

A flower, a leaf, a bird, an insect, and even a person's breath seem to be in harmony with an invisible "Tao".

"I heard the Tao in the morning, and I will die in the evening." This is a sentence my grandfather taught him a long time ago, and Chen Yun murmured: "So this is the feeling of forming an alchemy."

Old Master Feng stepped forward, put one hand on Chen Yun's wrist, let out a long breath, and expressed relief in his eyes: "Xiao Yun, the aura in your body is trying to repair the damage in your body."

Chen Yun was taken aback.

He tried to mobilize the warm current and found that it did!

The aura in his body was gradually purifying the cancer cells that had spread in him. In other words, as long as he continued to absorb enough aura, brain cancer might be cured!

he can survive...

He can survive!

Old Man Feng asked again: "You were in samadhi, but what happened?"

Chen Yun suppressed his excitement, thought for a moment, and recounted the things he felt with the ghost.

Old Man Feng stroked his beard and said with emotion: "So that's how it is."

"A misfortune is a blessing, a blessing is a misfortune." He explained: "It may be because you are bound to his soul, and through empathy, you have personally understood the process of his questioning the Dao, leaving a mark on your soul. , so Tiandao judges that you have obtained the alchemy qualification."

To put it simply, it is equivalent to copying the mathematical ideas of the Fields Medal winners, and then using them for college entrance examination questions, which is a blow to dimensionality reduction.

Old Man Feng watched him gently, and patted his hand: "Perhaps, this is the blessing your grandfather left you."

With a thought in Chen Yun's mind, the invisible silk thread connected to the copper coin trembled suddenly, and the ghost leaned down from the roof indifferently, and asked, "What can I do for you?"

I didn't see it appear just now, but I didn't expect it to sit on the roof all the time.

Just now came the catastrophe!

Isn't it afraid of being struck by lightning?

Chen Yun lowered his head and looked at himself, and found that it was all dust and dirt from the alchemy.

Chen Yun said: "I need to take a bath."

The ghost looked at the sky: "From now on, there is no need to report such trivial matters."

Chen Yun said silently in his heart n times, I still need to cooperate with this ghost, I still need to cooperate with this ghost...

He patiently explained, "You, and I, cannot be separated by three meters. So we have to be tied together when we bathe, eat, and sleep, understand?"

He was afraid that the ghost would ask him to move the bathtub to the yard to take a bath in the open air, but he didn't expect that ghost might also have a cleansing habit, so he took a few glances at him, and condescendingly agreed to go with him.

In the bathroom, the water was rushing and the mist was steaming.

Chen Yun has already rubbed off the third layer of mud from her body and is washing it for the fourth time.

His black hair was like ink, sticking wetly to the side of his snow-white face, the water stream meandered down, his skin was like white jade raised by warm stream water, without blemish.

The foggy mirror reflected his body.

His body was thin due to malnutrition in his youth, but his naturally superior skeleton still made his figure full of beauty, with almost perfect proportions and slender and beautiful lines.

Chen Yun was washed by the water, feeling an unprecedented peace of mind.

He closed his eyes and rubbed the foam in his hair, saying, "Thank you."

The ghost stood aside, looked at the mirror, and said, "Everyone takes what they need. When separating souls, for balance, you must have spiritual power."

Chen Yun was in a very good mood, and his aura was rarely warmed up. Looking at this ghost was also very pleasing to the eye: "I will help you find a suitable soul container."

"Yeah." The ghost closed his eyes and said flatly, "Otherwise I'll kill you."

Chen Yun: "What realm were you in before your death?"

Chen Yun already knew that after a monk formed alchemy, there were still three realms: Junior Grandmaster, Grandmaster, and Great Grandmaster.

As for the great master, Gu Chenbi has been the only one since the ages, and he is known as the half-step god.

There were even rumors that he did not die, but had already achieved what no monk had ever done before - ascension.

He thought of the time he felt with the ghost, and felt the supreme clarity and mysterious state of mind from its memory.

What realm is that?

He couldn't help yearning, in his life, would it be possible to reach that step by himself?

Ghost: "Forgot."

Chen Yun turned on the faucet and turned to look at it with wet hair: "It's okay, I know you must be strong."

The bathroom was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. Chen Yun, with a blush from the hot water on her face, stared at it seriously, emphasizing: "You must be very strong."

The ghost opened his eyes, looked away after a while, and said, "I heard it."

Chen Yun thought to himself, if it wasn't strong enough, in the era of 1000 when there were many great masters, with its character, it would definitely be killed by a palm before it formed the alchemy.

"That's right." Chen Yun said, "You must have a name, right? Have you forgotten it too?"

The ghost said nothing, obviously just didn't remember.

Chen Yun had a sudden inspiration: "You have forgotten everything, why don't you choose a new name, called Wang..."

"Su Dong."

The ghost interrupted coldly: "My name is Su Dong now."

Suddenly, a tongue stuck out of the window and pushed the window open.

The long-tongued ghost named Liu Liu couldn't care less about admiring the beauty, so he poked his head and said anxiously, "It's not good! Chen Yun! There's a villain coming!"

……

Five minutes ago, the special investigation team arrived, led by Song Yan, followed by Li Zhaoliang worriedly, and a large group of people poured into the yard.

Feng Budui saw Song Yan who was walking in the front, and immediately frowned, and quickly sent the message with a formula, causing all the ghosts to disperse and avoid, then raised his eyes and glanced at Li Zhaoliang.

Li Zhaoliang remained expressionless, and secretly made a "hide" gesture to Feng Bugui.

Song Yan stood still, without looking, and waved back.

The team members were ordered to bypass the seal and rush into the house, holding the formation-breaking talisman, and prepared to open the doors of each room to search.

Feng Bugui shouted: "Wait! What are you doing? Want to break into a private house?"

Song Yan gracefully shook out a search warrant glowing with inspiration, with a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth:

"Since the serious case in Yunnan Province in [-], your Feng family has been on the high-risk list of the General Administration. Anyone who accepts apprentices must report to the General Administration in advance, otherwise they will be punished as a serious threat to public safety."

"And just now, the bureau discovered that some of you have formed alchemy!"

Song Yan took pity from above: "Hand over the man, and then follow us to the headquarters."

The author has something to say: "He can't help yearning, in his life, is it possible to reach that step by himself?"

Can do.The author and Xiao Feng nodded together, you are all configured by a certain hero.No matter what, you have to be stronger than your wife... Uh, Lao Gong!