Chapter 2-9

There is indeed no need for the special care unit. Anyway, no matter how special care is, Qin Fang's situation will not get better, and it will not be worse.

Qin Fang was taken home, and Yan Furui naturally stayed to "take care of" him. In fact, there was no question of taking care of him. Qin Fang may be the lightest and cheapest patient ever, and he didn't have to eat or drink. His only sense of existence was his vague breath.

Miss Si Teng said that the demonic power can only flow among demons, so after she took the demonic power of Shen Yinlan, she could only give it to Bai Ying. Her demonic power could not be given to Qin Fang, but Bai Ying's demonic power could be.

The reason is very simple, Yan Furui also understands without explanation: Qin Fang is a descendant of Bai Ying.

Qin Fang's bones were broken and his organs were seriously damaged, but it didn't matter. Once the demonic power entered the body, he opened the way across mountains and built a bridge in water. What should be bonded should be bonded and what should be filled should be filled.

Thinking of this, demon power is really a universal agent, better than all magic medicine.

The phone in the living room rang, and it was called by the doorman, with a very alert tone: "There are two Taoist priests, are they visitors to your family?"

Yan Furui nodded, put the door card out to pick it up. Before leaving, hesitated whether to say to Si Teng: Through the half-open door of the study, Miss Si Teng was so immersed in reading... Forget it, it would be the same if you pick it up.

When I was about to reach the gate, I finally saw the two acquaintances, the Lord of Canghong Temple and Wang Qiankun.

The owner of Canghong seemed to be older. After all, where is the age of age? The exhaustion of boats and cars was exhausted. Wang Qiankun was very angry. He was familiar with Yan Furui and had no need to be afraid of speaking: "I just knew that monsters were not trustworthy when speaking. I promised that the vine killing would not occur in the future. Now I used vine killing to threaten people!"

Yan Furui subconsciously said, "Then we don't think about it either!"

Wang Qiankun looked at him like a ghost: "We?

Yan Furui, who are you with us?

Do you have any position?

You are Taoist Master Qiushan’s apprentice!”

Yan Furui was disappointed: So he hated cultural people the most in his life. He relied on two taels of ink in his stomach to catch him, and even upgraded to his position!

The Master of Canghong Temple signaled Wang Qiankun to restrain himself, but was he worried or wanted to make some comments from Yan Furui first: "Master Yan, Miss Si Teng suddenly asked us to come. Is it going to be unfavorable to the Taoist sect again?"

Yan Furui replied in a depressing voice: "I will know when I see it."

Qin Fang's study was very large and the desk was grand. When the host sat behind the desk, he felt oppressed. The visitor's seat was quite cramped, and he shrank his hands and feet. He thought he was being tried when he was not careful.

The Lord of the Canghong Temple and Wang Qiankun sat down at the visitor's seat, occasionally looking up at Si Teng uneasy. Compared to the last time they met, Si Teng seemed to be more gloomy and unfathomable... In short, it was right to be more like a monster.

Si Teng went straight in with one sword and omitted all greetings: "Old Guan Gong, if you want to ask about something from you, Old Guan Gong Gong must be good and think about it seriously."

The threat in the words was self-evident. It was really dark clouds at the beginning. The Canghong Scenekeeper sighed in his heart. He had come, so what else could he do? Let's continue to say it.

"I fled east and asked myself that I was secretly hiding. The route was a long way to go, and even a good tracker would not be difficult to get rid of. However, Qiushan can always find me."

Speaking of this, she smiled, leaned towards the table, staring at the Canghong Guanzhu without blinking: "What's the reason?"

Before the Canghong Temple Master had time to speak, she reminded him again: "Don't lie to me, I know that your Taoist sect must have a unique way to track monsters."

Is there any?

How could it be? Wang Qiankun was confused in his heart. He accidentally glanced at the Master Canghong. He suddenly found that his face was not as disdainful as he imagined. He felt a sudden slap in his heart and subconsciously sat up straight: "Master, do you really have it...?"

The eyes of the Canghong Scene Master were a little sloppy. He frowned, as if he was trying hard to recall something. After a while, he spoke a little hesitantly: "I remember that when I went to kill Master, Huang Jiapo and Taoist Master Qiushan... When you were you, Taoist Master Qiushan held a lamp in his hand."

Later he asked his master, Master Li Zhengyuan, and the master said that it was the Bagua yellow mud lamp.

Where did it come from? I don’t know, like the old objects in my home, I don’t know the origin of them for a long time. When I was born and opened my eyes, I was already lazily slanted in the corners and could never be bought on the market again.

It looks very inconspicuous, with a rough yellow mud lamp blank, with a convenient hand-held groove on the bottom. There is a copper sheet of gossip on the top. There is a wick in the center of the copper sheet. The entire lamp has no lamp oil. But strangely, the matchsticks ignite it, but it can always be lit. The flame head is straight to the sky, without moving at all, like a person with a straight body.

The owner of Canghong Viewer looked at Si Teng: "Have Miss Si Teng heard of or seen such a lamp?"

Si Teng asked him back: "It's not your master's?"

The owner of Canghong Temple shook his head. He had never seen such a lamp again before and after.

Si Teng pondered for a while. She had been around Qiushan for some time. She confirmed that this thing did not belong to Qiushan, not Qiushan, nor Li Zhengyuan's. Could it be... it belongs to Huang's family?

She said calmly: "What, then, what do you say?"

Then?

He remembered several times when he saw Taoist Master Qiushan take something and leaning on the fire head. The moment he ignited it, the fire head would suddenly bend down and point to it from afar.

Later, when Si Teng, who was killed, was so scared that he couldn't sleep all night, his master, Taoist Master Li Zhengyuan, would tell him stories and various strange things in the preaching sect. During this time, he mentioned this Bagua yellow mud lamp.

It is said that all the Bagua yellow mud lamps in this world were made in the same batch. At that time, the world was divided into Jiuzhou and the soil of Jiuzhou. The water from all over the world was mixed into mud. They also used various woods grown on the Five Mountains as firewood. They burned them for three days and three nights and burned the Bagua yellow mud lamps. The lamp was then spiritual, and the flame head was its nose.

The Master Canghong Temple remembered that Master Li Zhengyuan teased him at that time and said that this flame head is more powerful than a dog's nose.

After saying that, she didn't know if she was satisfied with the reply. While she was nervous, Si Teng asked: "Where is the yellow gate at the top of Jiudao Street?"

"When Huang Yu from Huangmen came to Sichuan with Qiushan Road Chief and lived in Chengdu Old Street.

At the beginning of the two thousand years, the descendants of the Huang family raised Huang Yu's ashes and returned to Huizhou to settle down. The Huangmen technique has always been passed down to girls but not men. The third generation has no daughters, which is considered a failure.

However, Huang Yu's daughter is still here, her name is Huang Cuilan, who is in her early 80s and has been paralyzed for ten years..."

Canghong Guanguan answered casually, and didn't think much about it for a moment. He only realized this time. He suddenly stopped talking and looked at Si Teng with some vigilance: It's so good, why did you suddenly talk about the yellow gate again?

The old lady is so old that Miss Si Teng should not be interested in finding the old man’s trouble.

"This gossip yellow mud lamp should be something from the Huang family.

Old Master, you are the Master of Wudang and have a great reputation. I will ask you to go and borrow it from Old Mrs. Huang.”

This incident was really beyond Cang Hong's expectation. He was stunned for a moment, and he was a little confused: "Then... that may not be something from the Huang family..."

"When Huang Yu was walking with him, the Bagua Yellow Mud Lantern was neither from Li Zhengyuan nor from Qiushan. The biggest possibility was from the Huang family.

Besides, each of Jiudao Street has magic weapons. Pan Qienian is a treasure gourd, Liu Jinding has a gold sword, and Bai Jin's grandfather has a sandalwood fan with a demon-receiving fan. What does the Huang family have have have always been confusing."

"I heard that the Huang family didn't do business during the day, and at dusk, the Huang family's mother-in-law pushed a four-wheeled cart and put an oil lamp on the car and went out all the way. The perverted ones followed and disappeared. They also said that every three o'clock in the middle of the night, at the deep mountain pass and the dense forest, as long as the Huang family's mother-in-law sells cakes, she can always receive monsters - does she have such a smart nose? Why are she so sure where the monster is?

Could it be... the gossip yellow mud lamp pointed her all the way?"

this……

It sounded very reasonable. The Canghong Guanzhu was speechless by her words. Si Teng smiled and leaned against the back of the chair: "Since Huang Cuilan has received the bowl, she will definitely cherish the things left by Huang Yu in every way. She will not be as blind as the Platinum family. She will take the demon fan and fan it to cool off and kill mosquitoes - I'll bother the old Guanzhu this time."

He was clever and could not find any flaws in every sentence. The owner of Canghong was blocked by her and could not speak. For a moment, the phlegm surged up and covered his chest and coughed loudly. Wang Qiankun quickly went over and patted the owner of Canghong: "My master is in poor health, how could he run around?

Or I'll go, I'll go..."

Si Teng smiled very beautifully, with a bit of charm in his eyes: "That won't work, little Taoist priest, it's useful for me to keep you."

What's the meaning?

Wang Qiankun was panicked in an instant. At this time, even though Cang Hongguan was mainly dragged to the riverside to carry sacks, he was unwilling to worry about it: What does this banshee mean?

What does that kind of malicious seductive look mean?

After Yan Furui sent the owner of Canghong, he saw Si Teng sitting alone on the sofa in the living room. It was amazing, where is Wang Qiankun?

Didn’t it mean that keeping him useful?

Yan Furui was surprised, and his eyes dripped around and accidentally bumped into Si Teng's gaze.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No...no...is something."

Yan Furui suddenly remembered something, "Miss Si Teng, you are a monster, can't you even find Bai Ying?

I must have that yellow mud lamp?"

"Bai Ying was wearing human skin and restrained her demonic aura. Even if she walked over in front of me now, if she didn't say it, I wouldn't know that she was Bai Ying."

Yan Furui was anxious: "But we know how she looks. If it really doesn't work, you can find the girl's photo."

Si Teng smiled and said softly: "Yan Furui, are you stupid?

Can't she change her clothes?"

Yan Furui didn't understand what she meant at first, but later he slowly recovered. Hair on his arms stood up. Just as his heart was thundering, the study door behind him creaked, which made his scalp explode and he turned around with a trembling heart.

Well, the person in front of me is really changing into a dress.

Yan Furui was stunned and saw Wang Qiankun wearing a trouser windbreaker and knee-length high-heeled boots. So many problems were rolling in his throat, such as if you were sick, why are you wearing this? You don’t look like you even if you wear it...

But when the words came to my mouth, they only gathered into one sentence—
Chapter completed!