Chen Hai stepped forward quickly and shouted: "Your Majesty has orders, stop the car quickly!"
The bullock cart stopped.
Chen Cuo got out of the car and ran non-stop towards where the old beggar was, but when he arrived, there was no one there.
"Where are the people?"
How could Chen Cuo give up? He immediately called Chen Hai and a few servants, briefly described the appearance of the old beggar, and asked them to search the nearby streets.
Of course Chen Hai and others were full of doubts. The master suddenly got out of the car and asked for an old beggar. What was this? But after a few days, Chen Cuo gradually became more dignified. They did not dare to disobey, so they still obeyed the order.
And go.
Chen Cuo himself didn't rest, he identified an alley, rushed in, and ran all the way, taking a look at any branch or house.
After a cup of tea, Chen Hai, who had returned without success, gathered with his servants, found Chen Cuo, and reported the situation to him. Chen Cuo also found nothing.
"Perhaps the evil ghost put too much pressure on me, which made me overly sensitive. I randomly saw an old beggar, the same one who was with Chen Jiao Zhihe? How could it be such a coincidence! And here in Jiankang City
, beggars are not uncommon, and elderly beggars are also not uncommon. It’s just that we don’t see many on both sides of the Qingxi River. How can I see one along the street, and he is an expert who is playing in the mortal world? This is not a novel!”
With a sigh, he returned to the bullock cart, but he felt a little unwilling.
"So many people went looking for him but couldn't find him. Is there something wrong?"
He rubbed his forehead and sighed repeatedly.
"Alas, I hope for chance and a savior. After all, my fate is out of my control. If I could get the method of incense and fire, this problem would be solved directly. It's a pity. Judging from Taoist Master Zhou's performance, even if there is, if I don't become a disciple,
I'm afraid it's difficult to get one, so I'd better find a temple to avoid it for now. I just don't know which one to choose. I don't have much research on temples, and there are too many temples in the Southern Dynasties."
After thinking about it, he glanced at the box at hand.
"In addition, there are pills and black ink cranes. If this ink crane can warn evil spirits, it is indeed a good thing. You must use it when you get home to avoid long nights and nightmares..."
He couldn't help but recall the facial makeup in Mengze, and then shook his head to dispel distracting thoughts.
Chen Cuo patiently waited until he arrived at the Hou Mansion and went straight to the study. He couldn't wait to put the ink crane in his bag first.
Taking out the tips bag given by Zhou Youzi, after opening it, Chen Cuo took out a piece of paper, unfolded it, and couldn't help but be stunned——
Just one sentence above.
"If blood is shed on it, the virtuous will dwell there, and they will be protected."
Chen Cuo began to think deeply.
"..."
Is it too simple?
"Even many novels feel that the plot is too childish, very imprecise, and innovative in all kinds of ways. How did it end up like this?"
He frowned and thought, then turned the note over and read it upside down for a while. Finally, he lit an oil lamp and a candle in broad daylight and took the note and made some gestures on it.
"There are no hidden words. Let's soak it in some water?"
Finally, he stopped and started laughing.
"Under the heavy pressure of evil spirits, I am a little anxious. I don't rush to soak it with water or burn it with fire. When the Taoist priest left, he gave me a tips bag and said that it contains the usage of Mo He. There is no need to hide any secrets. In such an urgent moment,
Not that much."
Thinking about it, he stretched out his finger and touched the phrase "the virtuous live" repeatedly.
"These words are usually used by masters when they seize treasures. If placed here, they should refer to merits. Otherwise, Daozhang Zhou wouldn't have emphasized people's expectations in the first place. Alas, it's just the people who expect bad things! But if you say it like this,
The so-called dripping of blood may be just the first step. What really works may be merit! So the usage comes second, and the prerequisites are the constraints. I even got rid of the evil ghost, how can it be enough to open the item? "
After thinking this, Chen Cuo no longer hesitated and just rummaged through the study. There was no sharp weapon, so he called the maid and asked her to bring a needle.
"Speaking of which, I didn't see much Aster today..."
Taking the silver needle from the hand of the maid, all the distracting thoughts disappeared in a flash, and then he carefully opened the wooden box and took out the jade crane, which was all black in color.
I took a quick glance at it before and couldn't see it clearly. I held this in my hand. Chen Cuo looked at it carefully and couldn't help but sigh. This thing is really a work of art. It is so finely carved, smooth and integrated, as if it was born naturally. There is no trace of it.
Ax chisel marks.
Not only that, but looking closely, Chen Cuo could even see tiny lines on the surface, just like the surface of rough paper.
"This world is magical. Maybe this thing can turn paper cranes into jade!"
He muttered, put down the ink crane, picked up the fine needle, took a deep breath, and pricked a finger!
The note didn't say how much blood should be used, it just said to use drops, so Chen Cuo pricked his finger, smeared a drop of blood on the surface of the ink crane, looked at it, and waited quietly.
"Why is there no mutation? Is it activated?"
Chen Cuo muttered, and was thinking about applying some more blood, when suddenly his eyes flashed, followed by a wave of dizziness. He stretched out his hand to hold the table, and the breeze itself rose up, and instantly gathered on Mo He - the wind
It is invisible, but Chen Cuo can clearly sense it.
The Mohe vibrated slightly and made a crisp sound, then flapped its wings and flew lightly, as if it was alive!
Chen Cuo's face was full of surprise. He endured dizziness and looked at the exquisite thing in front of him, reaching out to touch it.
In an instant, the dizziness dissipated, his perception expanded, and Chen Cuo's movements solidified. He felt like he had another pair of eyes on the ink crane, and he actually saw his own appearance!
A dizzy feeling of spatial dislocation arose spontaneously, and he quickly closed his eyes.
As soon as the main body closed its eyes, Mo He's perspective became even more prominent - like a short child looking at an adult.
This adult, eyes closed and sitting on a chair, is none other than Chen Cuo himself.
"Interesting! Interesting!"
Chen mistakenly became interested.
"It's like a drone!"
He gave Mo He an order to fly.
As expected, Mo He flapped his wings and climbed up, but suddenly he was hit by another wave of dizziness. Chen Cuo was filled with exhaustion and bone-chilling fatigue!
Vaguely, it seemed as if a string was suddenly tightened, almost breaking!
He secretly thought something was wrong, and the next moment, the perspective extending to Mo He was pulled out!
Mo He swayed down.
Chen Cuo quickly opened his eyes, leaned forward, and caught Mo He in a hurry, for fear of breaking the treasure.
Holding it in his hand, Chen Cuo breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and saw that there was no extension of the perspective. He could still feel the wonderful connection between himself and this little thing. He secretly thought it was magical and cherished it more and more.
"You have to collect it carefully and don't break it. Jade is fragile..."
After placing the Mohe again, Chen Cuo rubbed his forehead and lay down directly on the couch.
"I've been through a lot today, with too many elements, ups and downs, ups and downs, and I'm really tired. It seems like it takes a lot of energy to control Mohe. It's time to rest..."
Soon, he fell into a deep sleep...
As soon as I fell asleep, I fell into a dream.
Looking at the vast white area, Chen Cuo fell into thinking.
"Does this count as a break?"
Shaking his head and looking at the facial mask floating not far away, Chen Cuo gritted his teeth and withdrew his gaze.
After walking a few steps forward, he saw another pile of books, and Chen stumbled.
"If I write another article, can I find a great savior and a living Bodhisattva? Can I also turn the imaginary into reality and let him fight with evil ghosts? I will reap the benefits of the fishermen?"
After thinking for a moment, Chen Cuo made a decision.
Don't continue to seek death.
You know, he originally wanted to write another chapter to solidify his popularity, but now he has given up the idea. Before solving the evil ghost, it is best to stop writing. Who knows what will happen next time.
"I am doing it for the sake of all the people in the world, and I will bear the pain and stop updating!"
With firm will, Chen Cuo took steps again.
"It's time to take a look at the elixir. Mo He can't be used in Mengze..."
Thinking of this, he was suddenly stunned.
"No! If you don't try it, how will you know it doesn't work?"
As soon as he thought of this, Chen Cuo immediately became energetic, glanced left and right, and found a place to sit down.
"I have to break a bed or a chair to come in, so as not to have to sit on the floor in my dream..." After muttering, he silently remembered Mo He and tried to contact him.
brush!
The thought fell and the perspective expanded, allowing Chen Cuo's vision to be displayed on Mo He again!
Not only that, the fatigue is greatly reduced!
"It's done! It really works!"
He was overjoyed!
"You have to control it better this time."
As soon as the thought came to mind, Chen Cuo woke up from his dream, stood up, picked up the lid on the ink crane, and fell asleep again.
"It's really frustrating."
Chen Cuo sat down again in Mengze, thinking about Mo He silently, extending his perspective, giving orders, and actually controlled Mo He in his dream.
In the present world, the ink crane flew up swayingly.
After hovering in the room for a while, he boldly controlled Mo He to fly out the window.
As soon as he stepped out of the window, there was a gust of wind blowing. Chen Cuo suddenly felt cold and cold, so he controlled the Mohe to fly high into the sky, trying to cross the shadow of the wall and look for the sun.
As a result, as soon as I passed the wall, there was a burst of scorching heat, followed by ice cold. The alternation of hot and cold came suddenly!
The heat breath is violent and the cold air is violent.
Chen Cuo's mind suddenly swayed, he felt hot inside, and felt chills all over his body. He was startled, and instinctively asked Mo He to lower his altitude.
As he rose and fell, he flew a few more feet and landed right in the alley outside the house. He was shaky and unstable, but the alley was blocked from light and wind, so the discomfort was relieved a lot.
"What's going on? It's so dangerous to drive Mohe? I almost fainted just now. If I hadn't been in a dream, I might have lost control, and Mohe would have been smashed..."
While Chen Cuo was thinking, a figure appeared in Mo He's field of vision, interrupting his train of thought——
That's an old beggar sitting on the street corner!