The address given by Qi Tianchuan is relatively vague and does not have a house number. It is just an old street located outside Yanjing and near the suburbs.

I drove here, parked the car, got out of the car and started looking for it.

In recent years, Yanjing has developed rapidly, and the old city has been repeatedly pushed down and rebuilt. There are few places that have not been developed in front of me and are still preserved intact.

The mottled walls and old plaques can remind people of the lively scenes of the early 1990s.

At this time, there were not many pedestrians in the old neighborhood, and there were few vehicles, which seemed a little deserted.

I looked at the address behind the photo and confirmed that it was correct here.

Qi Tianchuan would not idiotically ask me questions. Since the address is vague and there is no house number on it, it means he doesn't know where the other party lives, so I simply searched it from one end of the street.

Fortunately, I was lucky. I just walked halfway through the road and found the figure of the target in an old overpass hole.

The little boy was still wearing the old clothes, jeans, a somewhat yellowed sweatshirt, a layered cloth shoes, and an old-fashioned military cap on his toe. He was dressed in an inappropriate outfit.

He rubbed his eyes, yawned, looked at the sky, came out of the bridge hole, and walked slowly to the distance.

"Okay, this man has just gotten up."

I muttered and followed slowly.

The little boy walked by himself, his eyes swept across the street from time to time, but did not stop at the pedestrians and shops around him. Instead, he often observed some dark corners where the sun could not shine.

"Yeah? What is he looking at?"

I felt a little strange in my heart. I felt the breath around me, and a little guess rose from the bottom of my heart.

"Can't it..."

Thinking secretly, I subconsciously opened my vagina. Sure enough, as I expected, every time the little boy noticed, there were one or two ghosts.

These are all ghosts that have just died, their consciousness is still in a state of sluggishness and have not been reported to the underworld.

They have no clear thinking for the time being, and can only hide in dark places by instinct to avoid being exposed to the sun.

"This little guy..."

I sighed in my heart, no wonder Qi Tianchuan said that he had some talent, but it turned out that he was born with yin and yang eyes.

I turned my eyes to the little boy. Through my vagina, I could see that there was a faint spiritual energy gathering on his head. This spiritual energy came from his body, slowly concentrated from his limbs and bones toward his head.

"Huh? It's full of spiritual energy. No wonder I haven't practiced. I can still maintain my health until now. This is the natural system of practice, and it's not much worse than mine."

I thought in surprise.

If it were an ordinary person, because the Yin and Yang eyes were intake for a long time and their energy was not provided, they would gradually become weak and sick. Even if the spiritual energy began to recover, they would not last long.

But this little boy looks very healthy and is a rare and excellent qualification.

"Depending on his situation, he did not live at home, but in a bridge cave, and seemed to be an orphan? Then I went up and told him to take him into the agency?"

I was wondering how to fool this little boy so that he could follow me.

But at this moment, I suddenly found that the little boy in front seemed to have found something and speeded up.

I didn't have time to think too much, so I hurriedly followed.

I saw the little boy standing outside a resident's bungalow yard, as if he was thinking about something.

A white banner was hung on the gate of the yard, and it was obvious that a relative of his family died.

The little boy thought for a moment, then stepped forward and knocked on the gate of the yard.

"Here, who?"

Someone shouted inside, and after opening the door, he was stunned when he saw the little boy, and he said in confusion, "Little boy, who are you looking for?"

"Amitabha, donor, the little monk traveled here and found that the gate of the house was closed and the evil spirit surged into the sky. It seemed that there was a disaster. I wonder why the donor did not ask someone to resolve it?"

"What?"

The man who opened the door was stunned by the little boy's words.

Not to mention him, even I was confused by the fact that I was following behind secretly. I wouldn’t say that this little guy was dressed in an inappropriate manner. I couldn’t tell from anywhere that he was a monk. He even spoke a bunch of Buddhist terms.

But the little boy continued, "Don't blame the donor. The little monk was taught by Master Huineng, Wutai Mountain, and was trained to go down the mountain to travel. In order to facilitate walking, he did not wear a temple to serve. Therefore, he dressed up like this."

"oh."

The man nodded blankly.

I don't know if he didn't understand or react.

I hid behind, but I almost laughed out loud by the little boy's words. I don't know where this little guy heard about the name Huineng, so I used it casually. I didn't think about it. He was the famous Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism and passed away more than a thousand years ago.

He studied under Huineng, and at that time his great-grandfather didn't know where he was?

The men in the courtyard probably didn't understand Buddhist culture and did not hear any flaws.

Without waiting for the man to ask, the little boy continued, "The little monk passed by here and noticed that the evil spirit of the noble house was abnormal, so he couldn't help but go forward to ask, and he forgot not to blame the donor."

"Uh, this, no wonder, my family has indeed passed away."

The man has a black line in his head, and there are white banners hanging on the door. He can see those with long eyes, so you can say it.

But when facing such a child, he couldn't speak up and scold him.

But the little boy shook his head, "Otherwise, what the little monk said was not this. If I expected it, the elders in the donor's family should not have died normally, but died suddenly. Is it right?"

"That's right."

The man knocked the little boy's head funny. This old street is not a prosperous place, and the people living there are all old neighbors they know. It has been spread since his father's accident, and he will know it just by asking.

Moreover, the funeral was completed a few days ago and my father was buried. I don’t know what the little guy came here for.

The little boy was knocked but was not annoyed. He continued, "Although the funeral was over, the evil spirit had not dissipated. In the past few days, the children in the donor's family often cried and cried bitterly. They could not comfort them no matter how they coaxed them?"

"Forehead……"

Hearing this, the man was stunned and looked at the little boy with some suspicion.

Seeing the man's expression, I was also surprised. Could it be that this little guy was guessed?

"This is indeed the case, little master, how do you know?"

The man paused, subconsciously changed his name and asked.

The little baby in his family, who was only half a year old, has indeed been like this in recent days. He opened his eyes and cried endlessly. No matter how he coaxed him, he couldn't coax him well. When he went to the hospital for examination, he didn't find any problems, and he was almost worried.

"The evil spirit has not dissipated, and the infant and child are born with a pure body. They are most sensitive to this kind of breath and will naturally be affected. The donor only needs to find someone to resolve the evil spirit, and the symptoms of the children in the family will be relieved."
Chapter completed!