The man in his thirties mentioned by Zhang Fan was naturally referring to Fang Yan.
After saying that, Zhang Fan took out his cell phone, found Fang Yan's photo, and handed it to the middle-aged man, "This is that man's photo."
The middle-aged man took a look at the photo and said: "Yes, that's him. He comes about once every three to five days. He didn't come yesterday. If he doesn't come today, he will come tomorrow night. The time he comes is probably every night.
Around eight o’clock.”
Zhang Fan and the three of them looked at each other. It seemed that they couldn't catch Fang Yan tonight.
"What happened to the incense candles in the Taoist temple?" Zhang Fan asked, "Did Fang Yan also light them?"
"No..." the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I lit that incense candle."
"Did you order it?" Zhang Fan was a little surprised.
The middle-aged man nodded heavily.
"A year ago, my dad came to my farm for a walk and stopped by the Po Tao Temple. The night after he came out of the Po Tao Temple, my dad got sick. I didn't think much about it at the time. I just went to the hospital when I got sick.
So, I took my dad to the hospital. After the hospital was unable to do anything, we returned home.
When I got home, I realized that my dad got sick after going to the Po Tao Temple. I felt that it was probably when my dad went to the Po Tao Temple that he did something that was against the immortals enshrined in the Taoist temple, so it was just right.
Therefore, I go to offer incense every day, once in the morning, noon and evening. If it weren’t for me going to offer incense, I’m afraid I still wouldn’t know about the person you are looking for.” said the middle-aged man.
According to what this middle-aged man said, his father got sick because he went to a Taoist temple. Could it be that there are spirits in this Taoist temple?
Zhang Fan didn't feel the slightest bit of weirdness from this Taoist temple.
"Then when you went to the Taoist temple, did you encounter any other strange things? Or you may have heard about it from others." Zhang Fan said.
The middle-aged man thought for a while and said: "I have never encountered it before. In the eyes of others, this Taoist temple is just an ordinary Taoist temple."
"How many years has your chicken farm been built?" Zhang Fan asked.
"This is the third year." the middle-aged man replied.
Zhang Fan nodded slightly. Five years ago, the evil spirit of the old man with white beard was involved in this broken Taoist temple by a Taoist energy. The momentum should have been quite big. If it had been five years ago, this middle-aged man's chicken farm would have been built.
, you should be able to feel what happened that time.
"Okay, you take me to your house to see your father first." Zhang Fan said.
Now Zhang Fan's investigation into the Po Tao Temple has reached a dead end. If this middle-aged man's father really became evil because he entered the Po Tao Temple, this could be a breakthrough.
Hearing this, a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he said cheerfully: "Okay, sir, I will take you to my home."
Then, I saw the middle-aged man sitting down and making an invitation gesture.
After Zhang Fan and others went out, the middle-aged man locked the door, and the four of them got on the Highlander. Following the middle-aged man's guidance, they went to the middle-aged man's father's house.
Through introduction, I learned that the middle-aged man’s name was Xie Guoqiang.
Xie Guoqiang's father lives in the village, but it is not far from the middle-aged man's chicken farm, at the end of the village.
It was an old bungalow, the yard was kept very clean, and there were a lot of vegetables in the yard.
"mom…
..." After entering the courtyard through the gate, the middle-aged man called out.
"Son, you're here." The next moment, an old voice was heard coming from the house.
An old lady who looked to be in her seventies and wearing a floral vest came out of the hallway.
"Mom, how is my dad?" Xie Guoqiang asked.
The old lady sighed heavily and said, "Still like that..."
"By the way, Mom, let me introduce you." Xie Guoqiang said, and then pointed at Zhang Fan and said, "This is Master Zhang Fan. He said he can cure my father's disease."
After hearing Xie Guoqiang's words, the old lady looked at Zhang Fan suspiciously, obviously not believing it.
"Mom, despite his young age, Mr. Zhang is very capable. He could tell from my face at a glance that both my father and daughter were sick," Xie Guoqiang said.
Hearing this, the old lady raised her eyebrows and subconsciously asked, "Really?"
"Why did I lie to you?" Xie Guoqiang asked.
After hearing Xie Guoqiang's words, the old lady looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Hello, little sir."
Even if what Xie Guoqiang said was true, the old lady still didn't believe Zhang Fan at this time. After all, Zhang Fan was too young.
"Hello, old lady." Zhang Fan smiled slightly. Zhang Fan also understood the old lady's thoughts. Indeed, he was a bit young.
After saying that, Zhang Fan looked at Xie Guoqiang and said, "Let's go, take me inside to meet your father."
Xie Guoqiang nodded slightly, and then led Zhang Fan through the corridor and came to the east room.
On the kang in the east room, there was an old man in his seventies lying in an undershirt. The old man stared straight into his eyes, his face was pale, and he was breathing heavily. The flesh on his cheeks was slightly sunken.
He looked even more skinny.
At first glance, this old man looked like he could hardly hold on anymore.
Looking at her old man's appearance, the old lady touched the tears from the corners of her eyes, and Xie Guoqiang's eye circles were also slightly red.
Zhang Fan walked up to the old man and took a closer look at his face. The green light flashing in the old man's hall was so intense that it seemed to devour him.
"Mr. Zhang, how is my dad? You must save him!" Xie Guoqiang begged.
"We can't save him yet." Zhang Fan replied.
Hearing this, Xie Guoqiang was slightly startled, and then followed up: "Mr. Zhang, you said you could save my father when you were at the farm, why can't you save him now?"
Xie Guoqiang's mother sighed heavily.
"To save your father, we need your daughter's cooperation." Zhang Fan said bluntly.
"My daughter?" Xie Guoqiang was even more confused.
"Yes, she is your daughter!" Zhang Fan said with certainty, "Your father's illness and your daughter's illness are both caused by the same spirit. There is no use for your daughter to be hospitalized."
Zhang Fan was right. Half a month ago, the couple found out that their daughter was sick, so they sent her to Pingshan City No. 1 Hospital. After half a month of treatment, his daughter's condition did not get better, but worsened.
Quite a few.
This also left the couple quite at a loss.
"Son, what's going on? Xiao Pan is sick?" the old lady looked at Xie Guoqiang with concern.
Xie Guoqiang glanced at his mother, and then nodded heavily.
It appears from this that Xie Guoqiang did not tell his mother about his daughter's illness before.