Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 219

Li Zhuiyuan walked up the stairs. Just after he stepped onto two steps, he noticed that the steps under his feet seemed to "come alive" and began to move.

The few steps in front of me seemed to be extended infinitely at this moment, with no end in sight. This would make most people who wanted to move forward feel despair.

However, not only did the boy not stop, he didn't even slow down at all.

In his eyes, the stairs were still the same stairs, and the effect of the formation could no longer interfere with his cognition.

He stood on the threshold and turned over the bronze mirror hanging on the door frame.

Li Zhuiyuan had set up a similar formation in his dormitory when he first entered college. His formation was even more advanced than the one here because the bronze mirror he used was more precious.

Runsheng and Lin Shuyou followed immediately. Runsheng habitually went in front of Xiaoyuan, while Lin Shuyou naturally stood behind him, replacing Brother Bin's previous position.

In life, Ah You sometimes has a clear and whimsical look in his eyes, but at the critical moment, he never lets down his guard.

Inside the temple, stood a young monk, holding a broom.

When Li Zhuiyuan turned over the bronze mirror, he wanted to step forward, but was blocked by Runsheng in advance.

The young monk turned around and shouted inside:

"Ah, ah, ah..."

He is a mute, and a newly mute.

Li Zhuiyuan could read his lips, and his use of his vocal cords also followed his previous habits.

A little monk walked out of the temple. His face was so pale that it was incomprehensible, as if a drop of yellow liquid would drip down his chin at the next moment.

The young monk was holding a small ceramic fish tank in his hand. In the tank were a few fish, all of which were lying belly up, looking deader than dead.

He walked to the incense burner, reached out to grab the dead fish, and threw them in one by one.

The dead fish's body was first covered with incense ash, then gradually became charred, emitting a sour smell.

"You are a guest, please come in and chat."

An old voice came from inside the house. Li Zhuiyuan's ears moved slightly. It was the same voice in his dream, without any change.

The young man stepped forward, followed closely by Runsheng and Lin Shuyou.

However, this time the dumb man sweeping the floor took the initiative to sideways, and the little monk also took a step sideways, facing Runsheng and Lin Shuyou respectively.

This means that everyone else has to stay outside and only Li Zhuiyuan can enter the house.

I didn’t sense the aura of formations inside the temple, but the dangerous arrangements in this world are not just formations.

Li Zhuiyuan had no interest in going to the meeting alone.

He came as a guest, but a bad one. The tricks that the Tantric monk used on him were even more serious than child trafficking.

In other words, the other party failed, otherwise I would become a puppet in his hands for the rest of my life.

Furthermore, the monk was wary of Li Lan's identity.

If Li Lan was an ordinary and normal mother, and she took her sick son to the monk for treatment, it is unclear whether the illness could be cured, but her son would definitely not be saved.

It would have been fine if I didn't remember that memory before, but now that I remember it, I naturally have to ask for an explanation.

"Donor, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The old voice appeared again, urging him.

Li Zhuiyuan: “Fight.”

Runsheng reached into his bag with his right hand, pulled out the Yellow River shovel, and hit the mute who was blocking his way.

The mute blocked with a broom, but was then knocked back by the powerful force. Runsheng's Yellow River shovel was also fully deployed with this attack.

Without saying anything, if Xiaoyuan said to beat him, then Runsheng would definitely beat him to death.

The valve opened, Huang He slashed down with the shovel, and the mute moved away, having avoided the attack. However, Run Sheng was able to change his force halfway through the downward strike, and the shovel immediately swept across after the mute.

The mute raised the broom to block again. This time, he let out a muffled groan, flew backwards, hit the courtyard wall, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Normally, the difficulty encountered when traveling on the river is greater than the previous one, and now it is even at the level of the nine secret realms; moreover, the opponents competing in the river are also the best of the contemporary world, and none of them are easy to deal with.

But if it were placed in real life, Runsheng would no longer be the young man from Xiting Town who followed the mountain uncle to retrieve corpses.

Lin Shuyou pulled out the trident from his waist and stabbed it directly into the face of the little monk.

The little monk stepped backwards, showing a special agility. When he looked up again, grease was oozing out of his sallow face, black lines appeared, and when he opened his mouth, black mist flowed between his teeth.

This is a means of sealing evil spirits. The purpose of spirit possession is to borrow the power of the Yin spirit to descend upon oneself, while the purpose of sealing evil spirits is to seal the evil spirits in the body and stimulate its power when needed.

The next moment, the little monk kicked the ground with his legs and pounced towards Lin Shuyou quickly.

Lin Shuyou swung the trident, but it was instantly grabbed by the opponent's hands. Taking this opportunity, the little monk twisted his body in mid-air and kicked Lin Shuyou in the chest.

Ah You dodged to the side and avoided most of the attacks, but was still hit in the chest by the last kick. He immediately covered his chest and lowered his head. His steps became disordered and he lost his balance and was about to fall.

The little monk's eyes lit up, and he rushed forward again, trying to forcibly pull off Lin Shuyou's trident and then thrust it into Lin Shuyou's chest.

However, his beautiful idea was soon extinguished.

First, he tried his best but failed to snatch the trident from the opponent. Then, the opponent raised his head, his eyes became vertical, and an evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Evil demons and monsters, only kill them, not save them~"

The White Crane Boy rushed forward, grabbed the little monk's clothes on his chest with his left hand, and then smashed them to the ground.

"boom!"

A large amount of yellow liquid oozes out of the little monk's body. This is a way to soften his body and dissipate the force. At the same time, he takes off his clothes and slides backwards in an attempt to escape.

The boy threw the trident in his hand, but the opponent dodged it cleverly. But then, tridents condensed by magic appeared in the boy's hands again and he threw them continuously!

"puff."

"what!!!"

No matter how much you dodge, one of them will eventually pierce you.

The little monk let out a shrill scream, which sounded like a mad old woman.

Runsheng and Lin Shuyou both fought back the intruders, but Li Zhuiyuan had no intention of entering the house.

Not urgent,
Kill the two outside, and then go in with the other three together. This way we will feel more at ease.

However, the people in the room could no longer sit still.

The old monk came out.

His appearance had not changed much from what Li Zhuiyuan remembered, but the fineness of his skin had faded and he looked older.

When he saw Li Zhuiyuan, the old monk's eyes revealed a hint of thought, as if he was comparing the young man with his past memories.

This proves that the other party didn't know he was coming.

But the other party should have sensed in advance that a crisis was coming.

The newly mute young monk and the newly soaked little monk are the means to deal with crises.

Using an irreversible secret method with a strong overdraft effect in advance can increase the strength of the two, which means that the mute and the little monk still have some tricks up their sleeves.

But it doesn’t matter, because Runsheng and Lin Shuyou have just warmed up, and now they are being suppressed. After using that method, they will still be suppressed.

The old monk bowed to Li Zhuiyuan and said, "Since you don't want to come in, I will come out."

When the old monk came out, the mute and the young monk stopped attacking, indicating that the fight was over.

But since Li Zhuiyuan didn't say anything, Runsheng and Lin Shuyou didn't stop and continued to beat him.

Soon, the mute was hit by Runsheng's shovel again and spit out blood in the air; the little monk was first cut on the arm by Lin Shuyou's trident, and then kicked, with yellow juice splashing.

The old monk sat cross-legged, with some extremely tough threads wrapped around his hands. With the help of his fingertips, a painting flew out from the room and landed in the old monk's palm. He quickly spread out the painting, revealing the appearance of a five-year-old boy.

The painting is very delicate and realistic, even the small schoolbag that Li Zhuiyuan carried at that time was depicted.

"Donor, you came here to talk about what happened back then. I will tell you everything I know!"

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand.

Runsheng and Lin Shuyou stopped what they were doing and walked to the side of the young man.

Run Sheng's clothes were swelling slightly as he was adjusting himself. Although the previous consumption was not worth mentioning, seizing every opportunity to adjust his condition was an instinct he developed while walking on the river.

Lin Shuyou's situation was much simpler. He made the vertical pupils disappear, allowing the boy to leave directly.

Ever since Li Zhuiyuan invited the White Crane Boy into his Nantong temple, not only has Lin Shuyou's spirit possession become easier, but the boy's arrival has also become more natural.

In the past, we only followed the officer-general-chief system, but now there is a new system, which is equivalent to improving the previous two-way two-lane system into a four-lane system.

Of course, not everyone can achieve such an effect by simply building a branch and moving the temple book. The statue of the White Crane Boy carved by A-ri herself played a key role.

Ever since the new statue was put up, the boy likes to descend upon it when he has nothing to do. At night, there is often a "baji, baji" sound coming from next to the kitchen at home.

There was an offering table in the hut, but originally long wooden boards were nailed on both sides of the walls to make it convenient for offerings to be placed under each portrait of a deity or Buddha.

Therefore, every morning when Li Sanjiang entered the small room to burn incense, the first thing he did was to move the boy statue, which had run under some god or Buddha portrait, back to its original place. Then he would bend down and pick up the two ugly wooden figures that always fell off the altar.

For this reason, Li Sanjiang specifically asked during breakfast who had nothing to do and went there every day to play with things. If they wanted to play with toys, he would pay to buy them from Aunt Zhang's store.

To put it bluntly, Li Zhuiyuan was using the structure of the Dragon King's gate to build a bridge for the boy. This was a luxury treatment that no official or general could even dream of since their birth, no matter if it was a ghost or a medium.

Seeing that the old monk had adjusted his posture, Li Zhuiyuan sat down.

The young man glanced at the old monk's fingertips from the corner of his eye. The lines on his fingers were dense and deep, caused by the frequent use of the metal wire.

He was right not to go into the house alone. God knew how many metal wires were hidden inside, and he really didn't need to take the risk.

"Back then, your mother asked me to treat your illness. Unfortunately, I am not very experienced and failed despite my best efforts."

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand again, intending to order Runsheng and Lin Shuyou to take action again.

The old monk's eyes froze for a moment, and he immediately spoke again:

"Your condition is special, benefactor. You have no inner demons to suppress, and you are not sick. How can I cure you?"

Li Zhuiyuan's hand continued to wave down.

The old monk opened his arms and said, "Wait a minute! I am the one who has lustful thoughts. I really love and cherish talents. You are born with pure six senses and are not stained by worldly dust. You are exactly the spiritual child that our Buddhist sect has been eager to seek. When I saw you, I wanted to accept you as my disciple and teach you everything I have learned in my life to bring glory to our Buddhist sect!"

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand, and at the last moment, he clenched his fist.

The old monk let out a long sigh of relief.

He had anticipated that this day might come, but this "today" did not unfold in this way. He was wary of Li Lan's identity. Even if the means he used were discovered and investigated afterwards, it would be official pressure. But now, what he faced was oppression from the underworld.

He would rather deal with the former because the former would follow the rules, while the latter... were just the rules.

Li Zhuiyuan: "The Corpse Ghost Soul Locking Formation is also out of love and appreciation for talent?"

The old monk was horrified when he heard this. How come the other party even knew this?

This was just a control method he had prepared in order to help him separate the inner demon. However, since there was no inner demon to separate, it was useless.

Logically speaking, this was a failed plan, but the other party was able to see it so clearly.

The old monk took a deep breath and said, "Our sect has always had control measures for spiritual children. This is because we are afraid that spiritual children will become corrupted when learning Buddhism. This restriction is to bring them back to the right path.

The reason why I did this was because I saw you as a spiritual child at first sight, so..."

"So, I still have to thank you?"

"I dare not, I dare not!" The old monk seemed to have made some kind of decision, "Because of the mistakes I made that day, I have suffered the consequences today. Whatever the donor wants, I will accept it calmly!"

"We could have discussed this matter, but now, we can't. I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Besides, even if I really decided not to pursue it, you wouldn't get anything good out of it."

"What do you mean, benefactor?"

Li Zhuiyuan turned his head and looked at the big incense burner. The smell of roasted fish was already in the air. "You know something's going to happen today, right?"

Raising fish to cultivate spirits and use them to predict good or bad luck is not a rare thing. This custom exists in many places among the people, and it is not just for viewing.

The old monk stammered a few times, and finally nodded:

"Yes, the temple is small and the wind is strong. It started to blow loudly a few days ago. What should die died, and what should crack cracked. It is a bad omen of a great disaster, almost a clear sign."

Occasionally, something unusual might be explained vaguely, but when collective signs appear, it is a foregone conclusion.

This kind of great calamity cannot be dealt with by simply hiding. The more you hide, the more out of control things will become. The most rational way is to take the initiative to deal with it. This is also the traditional attitude of various Buddhist sects towards calamities.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You didn't expect that I would be the one to cause your great disaster."

The old monk showed a bitter expression: "Indeed, I am a poor monk... my cultivation is shallow."

Li Zhuiyuan: "You have been deceived."

Old monk: “What…”

Li Zhuiyuan spread out his left hand, and a wisp of karma fire condensed out and pushed forward.

The black karmic fire attached to the painting. Although the old monk could not see it, he could sense that the painting was contaminated by something terrible, so he immediately let go and let it fall.

As the karmic fire burned, cracks appeared on the painting, and finally, it looked like someone had scraped it madly with a knife.

The old monk widened his eyes in disbelief.

This means that the disaster had already been clearly pointed out, but the painting was tampered with and covered up.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You are old, which is obvious, but your voice has not changed. This is a flaw. Your voice and appearance will also change with age."

The old monk's body began to tremble.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Also, you speak too flowery. When people reach a certain age, they lose some of their learning ability and are too lazy to change. You used to like to quote 'to use your Central Plains language', but now... you have integrated language habits so well. Could it be that you have been too lazy to do other things over the years and focused on Chinese lessons?"

The old monk looked at Li Zhuiyuan with some despair.

Li Zhuiyuan: "The person who was able to set up the corpse ghost soul-locking formation back then can't even figure out this little divination secret now. When you came out and saw me, your first reaction was that I looked familiar, as if you had seen me somewhere before. You were thinking about something instead of searching your memory."

The old monk looked dejected and said frankly:

"Master has pointed to this painting countless times over the years and said that his failure to accept this spiritual child as his disciple was his greatest regret.

If it weren't for your mother's special status, Master wouldn't dare to act rashly. Otherwise, you would have become my junior fellow apprentice and called me Senior Brother. I would love and protect you without reservation, and Master would certainly do the same."

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "I didn't realize you had this kind of atmosphere here."

Old monk: “This is true.”

Li Zhuiyuan pointed at the old monk sitting in front of him and said, "Your master hid himself and asked you to disguise yourself as him to protect him. Is this kindness from your master?"

Li Zhuiyuan pointed at the mute and the little monk and said, "As a senior brother, you knew that you were pushed out by the master to ward off disaster, so you made one of your junior brothers mute and the other soaked. Is this what you call pampering as a senior brother?"

The old monk opened his mouth and cold sweat flowed down his face.

Li Zhuiyuan: "After you came into contact with me, you found that my killing intention towards you was not that strong, so you wanted to use the pole to climb up, pull my mother out and play the sympathy card at the same time.

Don't act in front of me, you won't be able to act well.

In fact, the strong desire to survive that I felt from your initiation is the biggest flaw in your replacement as Master."

Old monk: "I want to live, really, I just want to live, I don't think I've done anything wrong!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I came here to ask for an explanation. As you feel, my killing intention is not that strong. But it seems that even if I don't take action, you will not survive."

Old monk: "No, as long as you can show me your kindness..."

Before he could finish his words, his body froze. Then, his eyes began to turn red and his expression became distorted, as if he was about to change in some way.

He had been restrained in advance, and now the attack was about to occur.

Li Zhuiyuan immediately stood up, swung his left hand downward, and the copper coin sword came into his hand, and he pulled it directly between his eyebrows.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, white smoke rose and the old monk's skin began to peel off, revealing the image of a middle-aged man.

The red in his eyes was evaporated by the copper coin sword, and his distorted face gradually returned to calm.

"I didn't expect Master to be so cruel. Thank you for saving me..."

"I didn't mean to save you, and I couldn't save you. There's no way to undo what your master planted in you. You'll definitely die."

As if to verify what he said, Li Zhuiyuan moved the copper coin sword placed on his forehead.

"what!!!"

His eyes were covered in red again, his face was even more distorted, and his limbs continued to expand as if inflated, like the scene when Tan Wenbin used the ghost-controlling technique.

But Tan Wenbin's ghost-controlling technique is controllable. Even if Binbin himself cannot control his two godsons, they will not bloat their godfather to death.

The person in front of me is completely intentionally trying to be uncontrollable. He will either go crazy or explode.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Look, I was right, wasn't I? Your master didn't want you...you guys to live."

The mute's body twitched, his aura became increasingly fierce, his eyes turned red, and he no longer had any thoughts of his own.

The little monk's face simply melted, revealing the face of an old woman. He let out a shrill cry, revealing his desire for blood food.

Originally, the old monk worked in a small subordinate unit, where he kept many Buddhist instruments that were regarded as cultural relics. However, that small unit had been delisted long ago.

Therefore, it was actually quite difficult to find them.

The number that Li Zhuiyuan had been wanting to call was Li Lan's office number, and Li Lan should be able to find his location. But this matter became simpler because of the participation of Taiye, because Taiye had been tormented by the group of zombies in his dreams for a long time.

Li Zhuiyuan felt that this should be a counterattack from his great-grandfather's own good fortune. Winning the lottery ticket again and scratching out a ticket for a luxurious trip to Beijing was all caused by good fortune.

This also fits in with why Grandma Liu and the others were so cautious when they moved into Great-Grandpa's house, and also explains why Uncle Qin didn't hold up the soy sauce bottle in the first place.

When the good fortune of the old master begins to fight back... the people around him will naturally be used as guns.

Li Zhuiyuan not only does not hate this feeling, but he quite likes this kind of simple and clear guidance.

But it was too direct and clear, and the old Tantric monk sensed it in advance.

This move was truly ruthless, taking the lives of his three disciples to end the cause and effect of this incident.

Putting aside his stance and human relations, Li Zhuiyuan really admired his method because it was indeed effective. Now that the matter was settled and the debt was paid off, the grandfather's fortune would have lost its target for revenge.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Deal with them."

If I didn't come here tonight, the three people in the temple would go crazy and become possessed, causing harm. Now that I'm here, I must take action to solve the problem.

Runsheng and Lin Shuyou both took action.

Li Zhuiyuan pressed the copper coin sword against the face of the middle-aged monk in front of him again. Blood mist condensed in his right hand, and he slapped the sword. The pattern was directly imprinted on it. The copper coin sword, like an electric soldering iron, began to frantically dissipate the evil spirit rising from the opponent's body.

"what!!!"

If the distance was farther or the opponent had already completed the transformation, it would have been troublesome for Li Zhuiyuan to deal with him, but now the person was right in front of him and he had taken the initiative, so there was no problem of close combat skills and it was very easy to deal with him.

The copper coin sword slashed downwards, and a line of blood appeared from the center of his eyebrows to his chest. As the murderous aura gushed out, it also carried away a large amount of blood and essence.

Li Zhuiyuan took out the wordless book, turned to that page, and stained it with his blood.

It's already been sprayed, don't waste it.

This is not a transaction, because what you swallow today will be doubled tomorrow. Anyway, no matter how much you eat, you have to squeeze it out, just to satisfy your mouth.

"Tell me where your master has gone, and I will give you a quick death."

"Gaoyuan...Shan Zong."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded, swung the copper coin sword, and cut off his head.

The copper coin sword is not sharpened, but when it comes into contact with evil things, it will become extremely sharp.

This is enough to show how strong and tough the Dragon King of the Zhao family was back then. Zhao Yi's weak and fragile style is indeed an insult to his ancestors.

Something like a tree root grew out of the mute's throat, and vines appeared under the skin of his limbs. His physical strength was further enhanced, and he rushed towards Runsheng with a roar.

Runsheng didn't hesitate and opened fifteen of the sixteen valves at once. He kicked the opponent away and then pounced on him with the Yellow River shovel, smashing his head.

The guy who has gone crazy has become stronger, but he has also lost his original consciousness. As long as you are strong enough, you will find him easier to deal with now.

But after losing his head, he was still twitching, and the root-like thing was still spreading outward.

Runsheng stepped on it, raised the shovel and smashed it down again, then bent down and pulled out the tree roots.

The tree roots quickly wrapped around Runsheng's palm, trying to find an entrance to enter Runsheng's body. Runsheng opened his mouth, bit off a piece, and began to chew.

"Crack! Crack!"

It's crunchy and refreshing, like sweet sugarcane.

On the other side, White Crane Boy also solved the problem quickly.

The other party is a person whose evil spirit has been leaked, which is equivalent to being possessed by a fierce ghost. To deal with such a guy, the officers and generals must be professionals. After all, what these guys are showing now are all the leftovers from their previous tricks.

The old woman wanted to take the initiative to attack at first, but after being hit hard continuously, she began to want to escape. To this end, she deliberately sprayed out a burst of yellow mist, trying to create a ghost wall for the boy.

The boy was almost laughing out of anger. Setting up a trap for himself, a guide boy?

Under the illumination of the vertical pupil, the old woman had nowhere to hide. The boy put his left hand on his lips and chanted a spell. The old woman held her head and began to spin in place.

Then, the boy continued to maintain this posture and chant the spell while walking towards her with the trident in his right hand. He stabbed her head with the trident and then twisted it.

The old woman immediately turned into a pool of yellow pus, and a piece of something that looked like Polygonatum remained on the trident.

The boy turned his head and saw Runsheng eating with great relish, so he simply opened his mouth and took a bite of the "Huangjing" as if he was eating barbecue.

The evil spirit and ghost energy condensed here have a nourishing effect on the soul, but normal people can't eat it at all, and can't even touch it. However, Lin Shuyou absorbed a lot of the boy's magical power when he walked on the river last time, so he is not included in this list.

What surprised the boy was that this thing was really unpalatable for humans, but when he ate it, his medium did not feel too much disgust or rejection.

The boy was very pleased, thinking that Lin Shuyou had matured.

In fact, it was because Ayou had just experienced the baptism of soy milk not long ago.

With the soy milk in hand, this thing isn’t so hard to swallow.

At this time, a black pebble-sized object similar to a preserved egg squeezed out from the broken neck of the middle-aged monk.

After it landed, it began to emit a luster, and there seemed to be a gaze coming from inside.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that this was a hidden trick that the Tantric monk had planted in his disciple's body, and he was "witnessing and observing" in this way.

The preserved egg began to roll and rolled into the temple house, and Li Zhuiyuan followed it in.

Runsheng and Lin Shuyou hurried to catch up while eating. When they met at the temple door, they were both stunned.

Runsheng handed the tree root to the boy, who shook his head.

He can't taste this stuff. If his medium eats a bite, he will have to go to the hospital.

The boy handed the remaining half piece of "Huangjing" in his hand to Runsheng. Runsheng didn't mind eating it raw or cold, so he lowered his head and took a big bite.

Chewing, swallowing, frowning, this thing has no taste and makes me feel nauseous when I swallow it.

Runsheng: “It’s not delicious.”

The boy threw the remaining "Huangjing" into his mouth, thinking to himself that you, a guy who can't even walk in the underworld, don't need any nourishment for your soul and body.

Under the Buddha statue in the temple, there is a tray filled with water. The preserved egg rolled into the tray and began to melt, transforming into a face. It began to speak, but could not make any sound. However, Li Zhuiyuan could understand what it was saying, and he was very excited:
"Inner demon... Inner demon... I just saw the existence of the inner demon in you... Come to me... Come to the plateau to find me... I can help you control and kill the inner demon..."

Kill the inner demon?

Li Zhuiyuan nodded and said:
"Don't worry, I will come to see you later."

After saying that, he stabbed the copper coin sword in his hand into the tray. The turbid liquid inside immediately boiled and the tray exploded.

Tonight, Li Zhuiyuan came to ask for an explanation, but the "explanation" given by the old monk made the young man very dissatisfied.

Li Zhuiyuan said to Runsheng and Baihe Tongzi beside him: "Okay, clean up this place."

Runsheng: “Yeah.”

White Crane Boy: "Yeah!"

After saying "hmm", the White Crane Boy immediately ended his spirit-writing state, his vertical pupils disappeared, and he ran away.

……

The stars shine brightly at night.

Temples are carved on a towering rock wall.

In one of the temples, there were three monks sitting.

"Losang, why are you so happy?"

"Is there any need to ask? It must be that Luosang's fate has come to an end."

Luosang shook his head: "This makes me happier than facing the calamity. Do you remember, I told you that I once met a spirit boy?"

"Remember, you said it several times."

"Why, is this disaster related to that spirit boy?"

Luosang: "This time, the calamity is him, but now I don't think it's a calamity, but a guidance from the Buddha. My soul boy has not only escaped from his mother's protection, but also has a demon in his heart."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the other two monks all lit up.

Luosang: "He is like a mature egg that has been peeled and jumped into my plate. I have a feeling that my Shan Sect will prosper because of him!"

"Losang, do you have his birth date?"

"Yes, Luosang, leave it to us, and we will tell fortunes together."

"Of course I have. After all, his mother asked me to help him heal his illness. Come on, let's do some fortune-telling together. First, we will figure out his fate and destiny, and then we will discuss the time to go down the mountain and bring the spirit boy back to the sect."

The three monks each held a magical instrument and began to tell fortunes.

"The fate of the spirit boy is smooth and the beginning of his fate is extremely high."

"To protect someone in wind and rain is a person with great wisdom and spiritual roots."

Luosang: "Of course, but this is only the appearance of the spiritual boy. What amazes me most and makes me unforgettable is that he was born with pure six senses. We spend our whole lives searching for the Buddhist path but cannot enter it, but he was born in the Buddhist path."

The three monks smiled and continued to tell fortunes.

As they were occupying the space, the three monks suddenly looked stunned.

"Puff puff!"

The three monks each spat out a mouthful of blood, their breath became weak, and they staggered from side to side.

"I saw two, two terrifying... Luosang, what kind of spiritual child is this? Whose spiritual child is this?"

"I saw a river running through the sky, falling down and washing away everything. Disaster, disaster, Luosang, you have brought disaster to the sect!"

Luosang looked the most horrified. He opened his mouth, his eyes were hollow, and he muttered:

"Impossible, this is impossible, he is just a child..."

……

The next day's itinerary was to climb the Great Wall.

Li Sanjiang was in good health. He walked a long distance and his rough hands had hit countless walls.

Although Tan Wenbin is not here, there are always people helping tourists take photos in the scenic area, but... the price is relatively expensive.

However, Li Sanjiang rarely criticized the kids for spending money recklessly in this matter. He took a lot of photos.

When young people like a place, they may think about coming back again when they have the chance.

But for the elderly, going to many places is the last time in their life. If they have health problems one day, they may not even be able to travel far.

After returning from the Great Wall, we went to the South Gate to eat mutton hotpot.

Xue Liangliang’s exchange meeting has already begun. It is mainly for the newly selected students. They do not have to attend the whole process, but only need to make an experience sharing report tomorrow.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't plan to go himself, he sent Lin Shuyou.

When Lin Shuyou heard that he would have to give a report in front of so many people, his toes began to dig into the ground.

Li Zhuiyuan did not let him fight unarmed, but instead took out a pen and paper and started writing a speech for him in the hotel room.

Mainly from a professional perspective and combined with practice, we will talk about how to avoid and deal with some special "accidents" encountered during the construction process.

We can't make it too obvious, as that would involve feudal superstition, but we can't make it too superficial either. After all, even people like Luo Gong would chat with the "mountain gods" and "river gods". It's part of his job. Besides, it's unlikely that everything will be completely peaceful when we go to the Goguryeo tombs in the future.

It didn't take long before a speech with solid content was written. Li Zhuiyuan handed it to Lin Shuyou and told him to read it according to it the next day.

At this time, Runsheng opened the door and came in, pointing to the next door: "Xiaoyuan, there is a smell of blood in Uncle Li's room next door."

Li Zhuiyuan immediately ran to the next room and found his grandfather standing by the sink, his head tilted back, blood gushing out of his nose.

I helped the grandfather plug his nostrils with paper, but soon the nosebleed started to ooze out again, and it came so violently that it seemed impossible to stop it.

After struggling for a long time, I finally stopped.

"call……"

Li Sanjiang lay on the bed, gasping for breath.

"Grandpa, didn't you drink the tea I made for you earlier?"

"Little Marquis Yuan, you know that your grandfather is not very used to drinking tea."

On weekdays at home, my great-grandfather basically drank tea made from orange peels or patchouli leaves, and rarely drank tea leaves.

"You have to drink it. You have to drink enough water, or you'll have a nosebleed again."

There is a climate difference between the north and the south. The climate in the north is drier. I have visited many tourist attractions these days and eaten mutton hotpot, so my nosebleed started all of a sudden.

"Okay, got it. I'll drink it. At most I'll pee a few more times."

The next morning, at Li Zhuiyuan's insistence, he was taken to the hospital for a physical examination.

On the way, Li Sanjiang kept muttering, "It's just a nosebleed, there's no need to go to the hospital."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Since we are already in Beijing, it would be a shame if we don't visit the hospital. I can also talk to everyone about it when I get back."

When Li Sanjiang heard this, he immediately stopped complaining.

Runsheng: "I also want to bring my grandfather to Beijing for a physical examination in the future."

Upon hearing this, Li Sanjiang straightened his back even more.

After entering the hospital, of course, Li Zhuiyuan arranged for more than just a simple nose check.

Even the doctors were surprised by the results of the examination, especially after seeing the old man's age on the medical record. Some doctors began to ask Li Sanjiang about his secret to good health.

Some inspection reports would take a while to come out, so Li Zhuiyuan asked Runsheng to accompany Li Sanjiang to sit outside for a while, and he would stay here and wait.

Behind this hospital, there is a high-level sanatorium.

Li Sanjiang sat down on the bench and sniffed: "Hey, Runshenghou, are there any roasted sweet potatoes for sale over there?"

"Yeah." Runsheng stood on tiptoe and looked, and saw a man pushing a gasoline barrel on the side of the road outside.

"Go buy me two to try."

"okay."

Runsheng went to buy roasted sweet potatoes.

Li Sanjiang placed his hands on his knees, rubbing them gently while looking around curiously.

It is indeed bigger than the health center in our town. Look here, it is arranged like a garden.

"Brother?"

A voice came from behind him.

Li Sanjiang turned his head and saw the person coming. Hey, it was the guy who smoked with him in Shichahai the day before yesterday.

"Hey, bro!"

Li Sanjiang reached into his pocket and handed the lighter to the other party: "I'm sorry, I only realized I took your lighter when I came back."

The old man smiled and stretched out his hand to push it back: "Leave it to you, my wife at home won't let me smoke."

Li Sanjiang nodded: "That's right, smoking is harmful to health."

As he spoke, he took out a cigarette box, pulled out two cigarettes, and each of them lit one.

"Brother, why are you here?"

"Well, it's my great-grandson. I had a nosebleed, but he insisted on dragging me to the hospital for a check-up. I couldn't get rid of him, so I had to come. Do you think it's worth coming here for such a small matter? It's so expensive to see a doctor in a big hospital here!"

"The child cares about you, which shows filial piety."

"That's true." Li Sanjiang got the answer he wanted and blew out a smoke ring happily.

"My reexamination results came out yesterday."

"How's it going?"

"Very good. The results of the surgery are better than the doctor expected."

"OK."

"Brother, come to my house and have a seat. We can have some tea and chat in the afternoon. I live there."

Li Sanjiang looked in the direction of the other person's finger and smiled: "In our countryside, there is no rule of coming to a door empty-handed. Brother, maybe next time, maybe next time."

"I've smoked your cigarette twice, you have to let me buy you a cup of tea."

"It's really inconvenient. I have to go back with my great-grandson later, and I have to go to the Military Museum in the afternoon."

"Let me go with you. I can explain it to you."

"No need, my great-grandson is very familiar with it and can explain it better than a professional tour guide anywhere."

"It's definitely not as familiar as mine."

At this time, Li Zhuiyuan came out with the report form.

Li Sanjiang immediately waved and said, "Little Marquis Yuan, I'm here, Grandpa Yuan!"

Then, Li Sanjiang said to the old man beside him: "Look, this is my great-grandson. Although he is young, he is already a college student. He was the provincial champion in the college entrance examination!
How handsome is my great-grandson? Did I lie to you that day, brother? "

"Yes, uncle."

(End of this chapter)