"Old Ma, pull them apart quickly!" Yang Xiaobao reminded Lao Ma hurriedly.
The old horse was beside the two of them, and upon hearing this, he pounced on them.
I wanted to separate the two people, but who knew that Li Wenlong now became extremely powerful. The old horse's body of more than 200 kilograms was pushed ten meters away by Li Wenlong's palm and fell to the ground. He gasped in pain.
"Wenlong, stop!" Seeing that the old horse was useless, Yang Xiaobao rushed in front of Li Wenlong.
Li Wenlong's eyes were bloodshot and his face was ferocious. He had become unrecognizable. When he saw Yang Xiaobao, he screamed strangely and punched Yang Xiaobao.
"Li Wenlong, do you know that you are bullying your master and destroying your ancestors?" Qian Yutang had just escaped from death, and he bared his teeth and cursed.
"Wake up!" Yang Xiaobao's face darkened, and he activated the energy in his palms and slapped Li Wenlong on the forehead.
The madness in the latter's eyes immediately dissipated, and was replaced by a look of confusion. Seeing Qian Yutang and Lao Ma on the ground, he asked in confusion: "Master, what happened just now?"
Just as Yang Xiaobao was about to speak, black energy surged into Li Wenlong's eyes again.
"Not good." Yang Xiaobao's heart sank, and he immediately raised his hand and knocked Li Wenlong unconscious with one palm.
"Old Qian, get me a room." Yang Xiaobao said.
In the hotel room, several people stood beside the bed, looking at Li Wenlong who was unconscious on the bed.
The rabbit demon said: "Master, does he have a mental problem? Why is he going crazy all the time?"
Yang Xiaobao shook his head and said: "He is not crazy, he is possessed by evil spirits."
"Possessed?" Several people showed incredulous expressions.
"How could such a good person be possessed by evil spirits?" Qian Yutang was puzzled.
Lao Ma asked: "Are they those Japanese people?"
He knew that Li Wenlong had been kidnapped by Japanese people. Several Japanese people were very weird. Not only could they break the hotel's feng shui, they were also ninjas. When they kidnapped Li Wenlong, it was normal for them to do tricks on him.
Yang Xiaobao said: "It's not clear whether the Japanese did it. The key now is to get rid of Li Wenlong's evil spirits."
"Dispelling evil spirits? Xiaobao, you should know how to do it, right?" Qian Yutang said naturally. After all, the latter can even solve the hotel's feng shui problem, so dispelling evil spirits is not a problem.
Yang Xiaobao said with a solemn expression: "To remove evil spirits, you need to know what kind of evil spell he has been possessed by, and you need to eliminate evil spirits according to the symptoms. If you cannot treat the symptoms, you will not be successful."
Qian Yutang asked curiously: "Are there types of evil arts?"
Yang Xiaobao rolled his eyes and said: "Of course, it's just like getting sick, including colds and cancer. Different diseases have different treatments. You can't use cold medicine to treat cancer, right?"
"That's true, but how do we determine whether he has been possessed by evil spirits?" Lao Ma nodded.
Several people looked at Yang Xiaobao one after another, but they saw Yang Xiaobao shaking his head and saying: "I'm not a warlock, how do I know what kind of evil he has been possessed by? Those who practice magic are all first-class warlocks."
Although Yang Xiaobao understands Feng Shui, magic is another system, which not only involves metaphysics, but also has something to do with Qimen Dunjia.
"Should we ask that professor for advice?" Liu Qiaoyun said.
"How can he, a history professor, know magic?" Lao Ma also thought of this person, but then shook his head and said.
"Professor Han may not understand, but Professor Chen definitely knows." Qian Yutang thought for a while and said.
"Professor Chen? What does this guy do?" Yang Xiaobao asked.
"He is the folklore expert we often call." Qian Yutang replied.
Then he went on to explain: "Professor Chen was originally a professor who studied ancient Chinese, but he was particularly interested in folklore. Later, he was too obsessed with folk culture and was eventually fired from the school. It can be said that the gain outweighed the loss."
"Then where is he now?" Yang Xiaobao asked.
"Wait a minute, I'll call and ask." Qian Yutang said.
Then he walked to the side and dialed the phone.
The entrance of Chenghuang Temple.
A group of pilgrims were coming out of the temple one after another. Yang Xiaobao, Qian Yutang and others were standing in front of a fortune-telling stall.
The stall owner is an old man wearing a dark blue Chinese tunic suit, a pair of sunglasses, and gray hair. He is Professor Chen.
"Old Qian, what brought you here to me? Isn't it because of your hotel? I told you before that I can't control the things in your hotel." Professor Chen crossed his legs.
, looking at Yang Xiaobao and others.
"Old Chen, you misunderstood. The things in the hotel have been taken care of. This is not why I came to you this time." Qian Yutang shook his head.
"What? Is there anyone who can get rid of that thing in your hotel? Who did it? Introduce me." Professor Chen immediately became interested and asked.
Qian Yutang did not show off, and directly pulled Yang Xiaobao beside him and said: "
It’s this little brother. How about Lao Chen? You can’t judge a person by his appearance, right? Things that even you couldn’t settle have been settled by this little brother.”
Professor Chen took off his sunglasses and saw that he was blind in one eye.
"Sure enough, he is a talented person. At such a young age, he has such high moral standards that he can even solve the problems in the old money hotel." Professor Chen couldn't help but be surprised.
Yang Xiaobao said modestly: "Everything comes down to something, but I happen to have something that can be dropped into the hotel."
What he was talking about was the Lingxiao realm.
"Since you have such a high level of Taoism, why did you come to me? Let me make it clear first that I am not a magician, and I have no magic power. I am just here to make a living, help people interpret dreams, and tell people's fortunes." Chen
The professor quickly explained.
Yang Xiaobao said: "I wonder how much the professor knows about evil arts?"
"Evil magic?" Professor Chen was stunned for a moment, and then said thoughtfully: "There are good and evil magics. Right magic can eliminate disasters and pray for blessings. Evil magic can harm nature and cause harm to people. Some people use the Armor-Dunning Technique to harm others. That magic is
Evil arts, but now Dunjia Technique has almost been lost, and the remaining ones are basically evil arts such as Zhu Youshu."
Qimen Dunjia, also known as Qimen Dunjia, is a technique left over from the ancient tribal period. The original number of Qimen Dunjia was 3,600, but after improvement, only 1,200 were left.
But now, the last 1,200 kinds of Qimen Dunjia are almost lost.
As for Zhu Youshu, it is a technique born from traditional Chinese medicine. It was originally a secret technique taught by Qi Bo to the Yellow Emperor. It was specially used to treat diseases and save people. It was not recorded in the Nei Jing, but was only passed down orally between masters and disciples.
But later Zhu Youshu was also used to harm people, and it continued to evolve, and evil arts such as the head-lowering technique appeared.
Professor Chen knew all these things very well. He explained them in a fuzzy manner for a few minutes, then changed the subject and asked: "Which of your friends has been possessed by witchcraft?"
Yang Xiaobao said: "He is one of my registered disciples."
Professor Chen said: "You came to me because you probably want to know what kind of evil spell he has been possessed by, right?"
"The professor is right. I just don't know what kind of evil spell he has fallen into, so I can't help him get rid of it," Yang Xiaobao said.