[Shuili Township, Xiacheng].

Qi Wuhuo looked at the address left by the murdered girl at that time, but he still made a fool of himself to go out of the door. However, when he walked out, he turned around and saw the city gate. There was a very majestic city tower above the main gate of the city. On the highest point of the hall, there were majestic bronze statues of the divine beasts lying on both sides, which were for the Mocking Feng and Jiaotu.

He likes to look far away, while Jiaotu is disgusted with the enemy entering his nest.

There are many statues above the city gate and tower.

But Qi Wuhuo always felt that the mocking wind on the gate of Zhongzhou City seemed a little strange.

I always feel like I am alive, and I seem to have looked at myself just now.

Then he immediately turned his head away.

Now my eyes were staring straight at the clouds over there.

‘Is it an illusion?’

The young Taoist was surprised, and then noticed the mockery wind staring at him.

A slight salute towards the statue.

I saw that the mocking wind seemed to shake a few times, and my eyes were obviously slanted. It was obvious that the stone sculptures seemed to have a stiff feeling.

"It's indeed a big city in Zhongzhou, which is different from dreams."

Qi Wuhuo thought about it and recorded this matter in his heart.

Immediately, the only method of operating the land follows the direction of the jade book recorded by Tao Taigong. Even if you use the help of the earth veins, you don’t have to worry about losing your way. Zhongzhou Prefecture City is the most prosperous place in Zhongzhou. Even in the empire, it is only inferior to the capital of the capital. The people who can live in the city [inside the yard] only occupy a small part, most of them are in the villages outside.

There are still such divisions as villages, towns, and villages.

Shuili Township is not too far from the Fucheng.

It is based on a village near the river and near the water in the capital city. When Qi Wuhuo went there, it was still early, and the river flow rate in winter seemed to be a little slower. The whole village was considered wealthy. You can see people coming and going, and the expression on your faces was happy and happy. Many families have posted couplets and are ready for the New Year.

The young Taoist saw an old man sitting on a lounge chair, lazy and basking in the rare warm sun in winter.

So he went up to ask, and based on what the girl told him at that time, he only said that he was the one who recognized the girl and entrusted him to come to the village. The old man was holding a book in his hand, looked up at him and said, "You are talking about Zheng Xiu's family. Her daughter has been lost for a long time. Is there any news coming back?"

"Dare you ask the old man, where is her home now?"

"Her family? Oh, things are complicated. Little Taoist priest, please follow me, I will lead you."

The old man shook his head, put the book in his hand around, and then signaled Qi Wuhuo to follow him.

While chatting, Qi Wuhuo knew that the old man had studied and passed the exam for a scholar, but he had been unsatisfied in his career. He returned to his hometown when he was old, read and appreciated flowers every day, and taught the children to read. He was happy. He mentioned the missing child and sighed for a long time, saying that he had taught her to read books and write words, but he never thought that it would disappear suddenly.

The old man walked to the door, stopped suddenly, looked at Qi Wuhuo, and said, "Little Taoist, tell me."

"Is that child already..."

The old man wanted to speak but stopped.

Seeing the expression of the young Taoist, I had guessed something, but I was just sighing.

He patted the door and shouted, "Xiao Lian, Xiao Lian?" After shouting a few times, no one answered, he pushed open the door and signaled Qi Wuhuo to come in. The yard seemed to be an ordinary farmer. The land on one side should have been cultivated, with some vegetables planted, but it was deserted. The yard was dust everywhere and weeds were clustered. It was already the New Year, but there was no preparation.

The old man patted the door, and a voice came out after a while.

A person was groping out of the door. The girl's mother should be less than forty years old. Now she looks withered face and bones. Most of her black hair has turned white, and the remaining black hair is full of withered colors, just like the dead grass after autumn.

The roots have been broken, and without nutrients, the vitality has dissipated like a floating flower.

The old man sighed.

His expression was gloomy.

"I hugged her when she was a child."

"When she was born, I was just your age and was young. I watched her grow up and never thought that she would become like this."

The old man quietly spoke up with Yumao.

The woman just said, "Ah, is it Brother Zhou?"

"You are here to find me. Did my girl find it? Or did you know about her?!"

The woman said expectantly, but her eyes were dull and her direction was not right. Qi Wuhuo did not ask, but said, "I have news about her..."

"ah!"

The woman became excited when she heard this. She stepped forward, but instead hit the table next to her. The thing fell down. She staggered and fell to her knees on the ground, but she just stretched out her hands to hold Qi Wuhuo's palm that she wanted to support her. Her voice was almost dissatisfied, saying:

"Thank God, thank God!"

"Thank you to the Bodhisattva, to the Buddha, to thank you to the Jade Emperor, my daughter, daughter..."

She cried.

The old man was about to say that this was a Taoist priest. How could you say that he was a Buddha and Bodhisattva if you want to thank him?

The young Taoist half-kneeled down, gently supporting the wrinkled palms with both hands, with a gentle voice, and replied:

"Well, the Bodhisattva will bless her... and bless you." The woman seemed to have suffered a huge impact, cried and fell asleep in a drowsy sleep. Qi Wuhuo pushed open the door, and even the breath felt like he was about to slowly decay. He helped the girl's mother back on the bed.

Then take the pulse for him.

The old man stood beside him.

Qi Wuhuo raised his hand after a long time and said, "I have a stubborn disease in my body... I am sad and hurt my body, and my soul is consumed greatly; I also have less food, and my body's vitality has been greatly damaged... I have to rest in peace and calmness, otherwise I may not live long."

"Just her eyes."

Qi Wuhuo looked at the old man.

The old man said, "...She was not in good health at first, but later she tried to get her eldest daughter up. You know, many people in the village were sick and couldn't bear to see a doctor. They worked hard to get sick and stood up, and then got sick. My daughter finally got angry and asked us to help find a good husband's house. But later, she pushed her to see her and said that if she went there, she was too far away from home."

"The in-laws don't want her to go there either, they even had a big fight."

"Later, the girl disappeared."

"Her mother dragged her body to search, searched and searched, but she couldn't find it after searching for several months. She couldn't do anything and couldn't walk. She had to cry, and her eyes were blind."

"But I dare not die yet."

"I'm afraid that my daughter will not be able to find me when she comes back one day."

"Just hold on, we will give her some food, and we will come to eat."

"As human beings, this is how hard it is. No matter how hard it is, you always have to endure it if you don't want to die."

The old man was talking.

Qi Wuhuo was quiet for a long time. He stretched out his hand and pointed it out. He just instantly tapped the acupoint on the woman's body on the bed. In an instant, even the old man felt her breath becoming stable. The young man seemed to have a little pale face. The old man was surprised and said, "This is..."

Qi Wuhuo said: "The so-called acupuncture is just to strengthen the righteous energy and drive away evil spirits."

"Since that's the case, it is a more direct and simple method to use my energy as a needle to stimulate its own vitality."

"I will help her recover her energy and recuperate before leaving."

The old man looked at the young man with needles and couldn't help but say, "Do you have anything to do with her?"

The Taoist replied: "It doesn't matter."

"Then why did you do this?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Promise."

"And, the one who harmed her daughter was a Taoist priest, and after all, he was a Taoist disciple."

“It should be like this…”

The old man was even more puzzled and asked:

"I am a Taoist disciple, what does it have to do with you?"

The young Taoist did not answer, and in the end he just smiled gently:

"My cultivation is low."

"It doesn't matter if you can help."

There was a roll of white paper in his sleeve, which read the experiences of countless people. He once sighed that a person's life and death was just a line of words and a little ink mark. Now, I know that the little words and a little scratch are so heavy.

The young Taoist helped clean up the chaotic house, and the old man also helped.

Finally it was much cleaner and completely refreshed.

The old man sighed: "It's rare for the Chinese New Year, I'll bring some red paper couplets here, and I have to write a post from the Kitchen God."

He went to get the red paper, and Qi Wuhuo picked up his pen and wrote the words.

The young man wrote a couplet, and the old man couldn't help but applaud and said, "What words are good, what words are good!"

"I write better than the old man. Come on, come on, you can write this post from the Kitchens."

Qi Wuhuo picked up his pen.

The things and emotions that Huang Liang Yimeng experienced were gradually forgotten, but what he had mastered had actually survived. The practitioner's control over his body allowed him to use his calligraphy that had been unconfused by the Master, so he wrote a text post for prayer and blessing, hoping that the Kitchen God would bless this miserable man in the second year.

The old man admired the young man's words and suddenly shook his head and smiled: "I wrote it wrongly, I wrote it wrong."

"Um?"

Qi Wuhuo looked down, but didn't see any word written incorrectly.

The old man stretched out his finger and pointed, "Look, this has been Jingyun for five years, why are you still writing about Jingyun for four years?"

"Five years of Jingyun? But..."

The young Taoist was stunned. He clearly remembered that he had to celebrate the fourth year of Jingyun when he left.

At that time, when I chatted with Li Puyu's uncle, I also talked about "Ascending the Deyin" three years ago.

When the old man saw that he didn't believe it, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Young man, don't think I can't remember it when I'm old."

"I was promulgated four years ago, and I was able to return home because of the benefits of "I can't remember it?"

Four years ago? "Ascending the Deyin"

Qi Wuhuo was stunned, and in an instant, countless possibilities were circling in his mind. He had obviously not been away for so long.

After leaving out my experience on that island, I only took a day and night to take a boat. How could it be a year?

His thoughts suddenly stopped.

I thought of the sneer of the sloppy fortune teller and his smiley expression today.

‘Yesterday?’

‘If it were yesterday, nothing happened, little Taoist priest.’

An absurd idea emerged in the young Taoist's mind.

"I've been meditating on that river for a whole year?"

Just when he realized this.

It seems like the obstacle of knowledge and insight has been broken.

The vital energy in the body suddenly began to change.

Several times, then—
Chapter completed!