The eighth elder of the Taoist sect was at a loss and said: "She has paid the deposit, and we have made it known that we will definitely solve this weird thing for her."
"Who would have thought that it would be difficult to get to the root of the problem and hit a wall everywhere."
"It concerns the reputation of the Taoist sect. As a last resort, I discussed with the fifth senior brother and asked the little ancestor Huo'er to help."
Speaking of this, the Eighth Elder lowered his head in shame and said: "This matter is really our fault. We took everything for granted and thought it was right. As a result, we are now riding a tiger and it is difficult to get off, and we are in a dilemma."
After hearing the cause and effect, Suning considered it carefully and said: "The dead man asking for a dream is nothing more than a restless soul."
"August fell into the water and died. It stands to reason that he has already entered the gate of hell."
"But some people die in vain for no reason and are unwilling to face reality, let alone go to the underworld to report."
"They wander around in the world and become lonely ghosts wandering around."
"You start from the tombs of the dead, and then look at the feng shui of the living people's houses to verify that you are on the right track."
"What's wrong is sticking to the rules and not knowing how to adapt."
The Eighth Elder bowed and cupped his fists and said, "Senior, please teach me."
Suning said angrily: "You don't know how to summon spirits, so you still need me to teach you?"
Dao Huo'er interjected: "I've tried it a long time ago, but I couldn't recruit him at all."
The Eighth Elder echoed: "The deceased's birth date is used to summon the soul, the blood origin is used to summon the soul, the relatives call the soul to summon the soul..."
"I have used almost all the methods available to summon spirits, but I can't get any response."
Suning asked back: "Where are the ghosts? Let's contact them and ask them whether the soul of the deceased is imprisoned in the underworld."
The Eighth Elder replied: "As you said, the ghost messenger said that the souls of the deceased did not go to the underworld to report."
"There is no such person in the underworld, and it is difficult to summon his soul in the upper world."
"It seems to have disappeared into the realm of Yin and Yang out of thin air, leaving no trace to be found."
Suning was surprised: "The dream is still going on?"
The Eighth Elder smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, the mistress who is tortured day after day is worse than death."
Suning fell silent and walked straight to the tea table in the living room.
The Eighth Elder hurriedly followed and respectfully served tea and water.
Dao Huo'er twirled the lollipop in his mouth and said, "Let me tell you, lonely wild ghosts are timid. They may be hiding in any corner and dare not come out."
Suning retorted: "No, I think the probability of being imprisoned is greater."
"For example, some vicious evil masters with evil intentions will refine ordinary lonely ghosts and transform them into ferocious ghosts for their own use."
"There must be other clues left in the tomb. The Taoist disciples' cultivation is too low to find them."
"Well, I'll go over there and see for myself early tomorrow morning."
The eighth elder said gratefully: "Senior's helping hand will be engraved in the heart of the Taoist sect."
Suning greeted Dao Huo'er to leave and said righteously: "As a family, there is no need to be polite to me."
"When Tai Xuzi gave me soul blood, he wasn't as open-minded as you."
"Really Huo'er?"
He smiled playfully, and his figure slowly disappeared.
The Eighth Elder stood there with his eyebrows darkened and his lips trembling as he asked: "Is that for?"
"Is it okay to grab it tomorrow?"
...
After leaving the Daomen headquarters, Suning took Dao Huoer and sneaked into the Chen family mansion.
Under the cover of night, the mind spreads out and flows out continuously.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes...
Ten minutes later, Suning frowned and said, "It's strange, he's not at home."
Dao Huo'er sat on the wall of the courtyard, swinging his legs out of boredom and said, "I'm not a fool. I know you're coming to seek revenge, but I still wait for you at home eagerly?"
"Xi Dongci died in Puji Temple, and various forces in Kyoto discussed it."
"Chen Xuanjun is such a thief, it's normal for him to run away."
"Besides, your family is in his hands, and he has a master of the 17th level of martial arts sitting beside him."
"In an honest fight, we may not be able to take advantage."
