"Lao Jin, your car is too crowded. Why don't Brother Yan and I take the bus?"
"Oh, you are so particular about what to do, how can the bus be as fast as my car?"
"But your car is really embarrassing. The whole car is making noise except for the horn!"
"What do you know? My car is an antique and has historical value!"
"Everything else is fine, but the important thing is that your car is a motorcycle!"
Chug tug tug…
Two grown men, Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng, were sitting on Lao Jin's little broken motorcycle, their buttocks hurting from the strong sun.
Lao Jin didn't care at all, holding a cigarette in his mouth and riding fast against the wind.
Along the way, he ran through red lights, rushed when he saw pedestrians, and even dared to press on the drainage ditch to turn. You said that his driving skills were good, but Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng were really scared, saying that his driving skills were not good.
Well, they actually got the two of them to their destination smoothly.
After getting off the car, Long Feicheng ran directly to the grass on the roadside and vomited. Although Yan Shouyi didn't vomit, his face didn't look good.
Lao Jin got out of the car with a smile, patted Long Feicheng on the back and said: "This is the first time, I will be gentler next time."
"Get out of here!" Long Feicheng pushed Lao Jin away, wishing he could push Lao Jin's broken motorcycle into the ditch right now.
Yan Shou paused for a while and looked at a path on the side of the road. The path was winding and winding, but in the end it led to a dilapidated and abandoned factory.
That's where Zhou Mingyuan's Dharma altar is located.
"Is Lao Chen's soul hiding here?"
Lao Jin squinted his eyes and looked at it. On the way here, Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng told Lao Jin the ins and outs of the matter. As soon as Lao Jin heard that the person who was in trouble was Chen Dawei, he immediately said that even though he did not owe Yan Shouyi any favors
, he will also help with this.
"Zhou Mingyuan used to be a disciple of the Lushan Sect. He was good at raising ghosts. When I go in later, you two will follow me, just in case." Yan Shouyi reminded.
Although Long Feicheng had great objections to Lao Jin's driving skills, he still gave him one of the ghost-repelling charms at the bottom of the box for him to use for self-defense.
The three of them followed the path to the outside of the abandoned factory and walked around. The door was locked and only the second floor window was open.
Yan Shou easily climbed up to the second floor, while Long Feicheng carried Lao Jin on his back, letting Lao Jin climb up first, and then the two of them worked together to pull Long Feicheng up.
"There must be something wrong with this ghost place, it's so gloomy!" Long Feicheng shuddered and complained.
"A place that can be used as a altar by Zhou Mingyuan must be a place where evil gathers and gathers evil spirits. Don't scare yourself."
Yan Shou sniffed and found that he didn't smell any strange smell, so he asked everyone to go downstairs without worries.
Long Feicheng asked again: "Brother Yan, your nose is so good that you can even smell ghosts?"
"What I smell is not a ghost, but the smell of corpses. This place doesn't even smell of corpses, how can there be ghosts?" Yan Shouyi replied.
"I see……"
This was originally a textile factory. After it closed down, the owner ran away overseas, and the workers emptied the factory equipment and sold it to recoup their profits.
The factory is now in a mess, with all kinds of rubbish thrown away on the ground and covered with a thick layer of dust.
But there was only one corridor that was a little bit clean. Yan Shou looked around and saw a statue of a god at the end of the corridor. In front of the statue were burnt incense candles.
"It should be right there."
Yan Shouyi walked in the front, Lao Jin followed closely, Long Feicheng held the thunder talisman in his palm and stood behind him, and the three of them arrived at the room at the end of the corridor.
"The door is locked." Lao Jin said with a frown.
Long Feicheng laughed: "Just smash it open. Zhou Mingyuan is dead anyway, and no one will accuse us of breaking into a private house."
"It's too hard to smash."
Yan Shouyi took out a pair of golden scissors from his bag, held the scissors and said:
"I beseech you, the Jade Emperor of Mingtian, to shine brightly in the Lingxiao Palace. Urgent, urgent, urgent spirit. Please come to the golden sky, blue sky, and the blue sky. The Queen Mother comes quickly, borrows the golden scissors, and descends to cut the hemp rope. The hemp rope is cut in succession.
I have no mercy, if there are wizards and evil cults who come to enact magic, and thunder from the sky will strike your body, I would like to invite the six stars of the South Dipper and the seven stars of the Big Dipper. I am here to serve you as urgently as the law dictates!"
After reciting the incantation, light emitted from the golden scissors. Holding the scissors, Yan Shouyi easily cut the big lock on the door!
"What the hell!"
Long Feicheng was shocked: "Brother Yan, what kind of scissors are you talking about? You can cut such a thick padlock just as you say?"
Lao Jin smiled and said: "This is the 'Golden Sword and Sharp Scissor' taught by Lu Ban. Even though the scissors are golden, they are actually made of golden nanmu. They are also called gold-breaking scissors. As the name suggests, these scissors can only cut.
Metal, if it were anything else, it wouldn’t be able to cut even a piece of paper!”
Yan Shou nodded: "Lao Jin is right."
As the inheritor of the ancient medical sect, it is not surprising that Lao Jin knows so much about the Luban religion. Yan Shouyi is not worried that they know the content of the Golden Knife Scissor, because no matter how much they understand, without the words and deeds of the Luban successor, they will not be able to do anything.
Really use the golden knife sharp scissor spell.
"Stop gossiping and be careful when you go in later!"
After Yan Shou finished speaking, he kicked open the door and looked inside the room warily.
Fortunately, there is only one room inside, and the furnishings are simple and clear, so it doesn't look dangerous.
The windows in the house are hung with thick curtains, and almost no sunlight can shine in; in the center is a long table, with tributes, incense candles, and the tablet of Lushan Jiulang, which is Zhou Mingyuan's altar.
; In front of the altar, in addition to the futon for meditation, there are also three black gourds with red strings tied to them, and a yellow Taoist charm wrapped around the sealing cork.
Yan Shouyi had seen this black gourd before, and it was in the hands of Zhou Mingyuan. Zhou Mingyuan used this black gourd magical weapon to contain the souls of evil ghosts.
"It doesn't look like there's any danger. Let's go in and have a look together."
The three of them walked into the house. Long Feicheng relaxed his vigilance and walked around, then slapped the tributes on the altar and cursed:
"If Lushan Jiulang helps Zhou Mingyuan do bad things, it's not a good thing, and he still wants to eat tribute, bah!"
Lao Jin said with a smile: "These ancestors of theirs have long been cool. It's useless for you to scold them, because what they have inherited is only their will. Besides, Mr. Jin Yong said that there is nothing wrong with martial arts in itself, but what is wrong is
A person who practices martial arts."
Yan Shouyi squatted in front of the futon, looked at the three black gourds, and said, "Uncle Chen's soul should be inside."
"But which gourd is it in? If we open it rashly, it is very likely that the remaining souls inside will be scattered." Lao Jin was in trouble.
"It doesn't matter, I have a solution."
Yan Shou blew a whistle, and the wooden bird came out of the satchel and jumped in front of the black gourd.
It pecked one by one, tilting its head to listen carefully to the sound, and finally stopped in front of the gourd in the middle and looked at Yan Shouyi.
"This is it."
As soon as Yan Shou picked up the black gourd, he felt that he had finally solved a major event.
As long as he takes the black gourd back to the hospital and borrows the help of Lao Jin, Chen Dawei will definitely be able to wake up safely. The most important thing of his trip to Rongcheng will be completed.
Long Feicheng asked: "What about the remaining two gourds?"
"Take them away too. If there is a chance, return these souls to their owners."
Yan Shouyi picked up all three gourds and stuffed them into his satchel. Long Feicheng was surprised to find that the three black gourds were clearly about to fill the satchel, but after Yan Shouyi stuffed all the gourds, the satchel
There is actually no change at all.
Is there something else in the bag?
Just as the three of them were about to leave, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside the door.
The three of them were suddenly shocked. Who would come to the abandoned factory at this time?
The other party is obviously related to Zhou Mingyuan, maybe he is an accomplice!
Without saying a word, Lao Jin hid under the altar table, but his huge body and the small altar could not hide him.
In a panic, Yan Shouyi suddenly put a Taoist talisman on the two people's heads and ordered:
"Hold your breath and don't make any sound for a while so that no one can see us. Remember that!"
After saying that, he also put a Taoist talisman on his head and stood against the wall.
After a while, the people in the corridor came to the door.
It was a young man in a white suit. When he saw the door being opened, he couldn't help but say "Huh".
Seeing the black gourd in front of the altar disappear again, the young man's face suddenly darkened.
What he couldn't see was that on both sides of the altar, Yan Shouyi and three others stood upright holding their breath.
"Damn it, my soul was stolen!"
The young man cursed angrily, kicked the altar over, turned around, took out his cell phone, and dialed a number.
Taking advantage of this time, the three of them quickly ventilated, Lao Jin had a particularly hard time, and his face turned red from holding back his breath.
"Hello? We're late, the souls collected by Zhou Mingyuan were stolen!"
"My wife will be celebrating her 300th birthday in a few days. If I don't collect enough souls, how can I stand out among so many descendants?"
"Damn guy... The text message Liu Weiwu sent said that the one who was against Zhou Mingyuan was the security captain of Shanghang Art School. He was the one who killed my third brother. Maybe he was also the one who stole the soul!"
"Forget it, my great-grandpa's birthday is important. That boy named Yan Shouyi will be dealt with slowly afterwards. You quickly contact other people and be sure to help me get enough souls, otherwise you will be the one to look good!"
"What? It can't be done? Say it again? Say it again? Is there anything I can't do in front of me, Bai Yusheng?!"
The young man hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, stayed in the room for a while, spat on the scattered altar, and then walked out slowly.
As soon as he stepped forward, Yan Shouyi and the others appeared. Lao Jin and Long Feicheng were breathing heavily. Looking at their appearance, they almost suffocated to death.
Yan Shouyi breathed evenly and seemed to be able to do it with ease, but his brows were furrowed.
The young man just now was from the Bai family, and his name was Bai Yusheng - the big shot of the Bai family that Zhou Mingyuan said could help him return to the Lushan Sect?
How could this big shot be so young?
Why does he have the ability to control the Lushan Sect?
What troubled him the most was that he was responsible for killing the Bai family brats and was against Zhou Mingyuan, and Wei Ge actually reported them all.
It is conceivable that he will soon face the revenge of the Bai family.
Fortunately, Bai Yusheng's wife is celebrating her birthday soon, and the Bai family has no time to care about anything else.
It was impossible to leave Rongcheng. He was still waiting to pick up his father from prison in December.
"I feel like things are not going well." Yan Shouyi said to himself.