Several people got on the same car, and Xiaolan sat between Jasmine and Qin Yin again, but this time was different from the past. Xiaolan felt uneasy when she looked at Jasmine's face reflected in the car window.
I don't know if it was because of the distortion effect of the window glass, but Xiaolan always felt that Jasmine looked normal when facing them. When she turned to look out the window alone, the expression on her face changed.
"Jasmine, are you going with us too?"
Xiaolan asked this taboo question. As soon as she said this, the whole car fell silent.
Even Qin Yin froze in the corner and dared not speak.
"Yes...but it's for another thing," Jasmine said slowly. "I'm going to see Uncle Luo...to discuss the marriage of the Nine Detectives."
"Oh." Xiaolan nodded quickly.
Yes, for Jasmine, this is the most important thing.
"Then...then you have to go back to Jiutan." Qin Yin asked softly through Xiaolan.
Jasmine smiled and nodded.
The whole journey was silent.
When they arrived at the Xuanji Bureau, they were greeted at the door by two Eight Liangshui disciples whom they had never met before. The two led them through the lobby. After crossing the atrium, one disciple led Jasmine into the meeting hall behind the courtyard, and the other disciple led Jasmine into the meeting hall behind the courtyard.
One disciple motioned to the others to continue walking forward.
"Jasmine, see you later." Xiaolan waved to Jasmine.
Jasmine nodded with a smile, and when she turned around and walked towards the meeting hall, the smile on her face disappeared.
After Jasmine left, Baomu, Fool and Qin Yin all breathed a sigh of relief. They exchanged helpless looks and sighed in unison.
When a relationship breaks down between a couple, it is true that the friends are the ones who suffer the most.
But fortunately, they didn't need to face the Shura Field where Jasmine and Luo Jiutian met.
At least not for the time being.
"This way please."
The young man led them to the corridor on the right side of the meeting hall. Inside the Xuanji Bureau, there were lush green plants and tall trees. Several people walked through the shadows of the trees on the wet stone surface. The sky exposed between the trees was already a blur.
The color is thick.
A line of light purple light flashed across the corner of the sky, and within a few seconds, a rolling thunder rumbled from the edge of the sky.
The mountain wind is also picking up, and heavy rain is coming.
The young man led them past several rows of houses.
"Isn't it here yet?" Baomu looked at the sky and asked anxiously, "It seems like it's going to rain."
"It's almost there," the little brother pointed forward politely, "Behind Qinglin is the soul-nurturing room of the Xuanji Bureau."
A neat dense forest passed before our eyes, with only one man-made dirt road in the forest. Looking from a distance, we could see several low green brick huts at the end of the forest.
"The soul-nursing room? The Taoist priest is waiting for us there." Qin Yin stepped onto the dirt road cautiously.
"Yes," the little brother carefully opened a few branches blocking the way for them, "the guests are all waiting for you there."
Guests?
Oh, yes, there is also a question of asking the spirit.
But how did Wen Ling end up in the Mystery Bureau?
Passing through the green forest, what stood in front of everyone were three identical buildings. The three flat-roofed huts were short and square. They didn't look like houses, but more like three small boxes.
They walked towards the building on the right.
The young man stopped outside the door, stretched out his hand and knocked on the low door. Before the door opened, he turned around and left.
When the little brother's back disappeared in the middle of the green forest, the dark wooden door finally opened with a creak.
It was dark inside the door.
"Taoist?" The fool stood at the door and called.
After a few seconds, the Taoist priest's voice sounded from deep in the room.
It's just that his voice sounded a little...painful?
"Come here quickly."
Everyone rushed in, Baomu was the last one to step through the door, and the black door closed quietly behind them.
Deep in the room, there was a faint bluish-white light.
In the dim light, three figures flickered and swayed.
"Okay?" It was Luo Jiutian's voice, "Is this okay?"
"Maybe..." This is the Taoist priest.
"Ah!" Wen Ling let out a weak scream.
After that, a thunder sounded from outside the door, and at the same time, a piercing roar exploded unexpectedly.
All four people were shocked.
"Come here and help!" the Taoist priest shouted loudly.
Without him having to say anything, several people had already rushed over, pushing and shoving.
Wen Ling held a blue stone lamp in the shape of a lotus and waved anxiously to them. The Taoist priest and Luo Jiutian stood on both sides of a stone bed, trying desperately to control the things on the bed.
That scream came from a man with a ferocious face who was struggling desperately on the stone bed.
"Fool Baomu! Press his feet into the groove!" The Taoist priest turned his head and shouted while pressing the man's left arm.
As soon as he finished speaking, the fool jumped up, clamped the man's ankles with both hands, and directly pressed the man's twitching feet into the arc-shaped depression on the stone bed.
In an instant, the screams disappeared and the man finally became quiet.
"Jiutian, cast the spell quickly!" the Taoist Master directed hurriedly.
Luo Jiutian waved his right hand, and the Luo Family Panlong Pond appeared in his palm. He moved the pointers on various places in the Panlong Pond a few times and murmured in his mouth.
Not long after, several golden rays of light appeared on the stone bed. The light circulated on the stone bed and slowly stopped on the limbs and head of the person on the bed.
"Ask the spirit, rope."
The Taoist priest stretched out his hand, and Wen Ling handed over a thin snow-white rope.
The Taoist Master took out a dagger from his arms and carefully cut the rope into five parts.
"Okay," the Taoist priest sighed, "it should be fine now."
"Oh my god," Luo Jiutian heard this and finally wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I'm so exhausted."
The Taoist priest lowered his head and tied five pieces of rope to the man's limbs and neck respectively. He raised his head, looked at them, and grinned.
"You are here."
He spoke as if he had just discovered them.
"Who is this?" Qin Yin walked around the stone bed, "Taoist Master, you have to explain everything carefully, otherwise I will never understand."
"Don't worry, I will explain." The Taoist priest leaned on the corner of the stone bed, seeming a little tired. "Let's talk about this person first. Don't you recognize him?"
Luo Jiutian reached out and pulled away the messy bangs from the man's forehead, "Take a good look."
Wen Ling also brought the lamp closer.
Everyone poked their heads in and took a closer look.
"Isn't this..." Xiaolan's eyes widened, "Isn't this Zhang Boyin?!"
The person lying on the stone bed is Zhang Boyin, the unlucky guy they met during the case of the Eight Immortals Village, who was invaded by part of Wan Sheng's consciousness!
"Isn't he well? Why is he like this again?" Qin Yin asked.
The Taoist priest and Luo Jiutian looked at each other and smiled bitterly together.
"Of course it's because he's not well at all," Luo Jiutian shook his head, "That part of the invasion consciousness has always been in him."