Yellow Springs Inn (Bai Fan) Chapter 2: Looking for Qi

"Master Zhu!"

Chen Luo whispered embarrassingly, still looking at Zhu Bianque with some unwillingness to give up, forced a smile on the spot, and then begged loudly: "The so-called small hermit lives in the wild, and the big hermit lives in the city. Experts in the nearby ten miles and eight villages know that you are an herbal doctor who makes a living by opening a Chinese medicine shop, but in fact, you are an expert in Zhuyou's thirteen yin and yang secret arts."

"For these strange and mysterious witchcraft techniques, you must have a unique way to rescue them. I also ask Master Zhu to spare no effort to save my poor nephew for the sake of being a neighbor. Let's go."

While speaking, he bent his legs again, and unexpectedly knelt down with a plop in front of everyone. His resolute expression was quite touching.

Zhu Bianque's complexion changed when he saw this, and his bushy brows were also wrinkled, feeling extremely hesitant in his heart.

It's not that he doesn't want to save people, but that the poison of epilepsy is really weird. Apart from being extremely poisonous, the onset process is completely different from other Miaojiang poisons, and the person infected by the poison has already been delayed for a while. In the day's time, I am afraid that Da Luo Jinxian will also be exhausted.

What's more, the epilepsy gu that had disappeared for decades suddenly appeared, there must be some ulterior secret hidden behind it, Zhu Bianque had some concerns in his heart.

"Qinghong, quickly help your uncle up." Zhu Bianque stood in front of the coffee table and ordered calmly.

"Yes!"

Qinghong walked forward obediently and quickly, and helped Chen Luo up, who was full of grief, and comforted him softly beside him.

"Uncle, this matter is not as simple as it appears on the surface. You should take Ma Sange to the east of the village to find the Wulong King. Maybe he really has a way, after all, he is a famous man. Huangquan leads the way!"

"Qinghong."

At this time, Zhu Bianque was staring at him with great interest, and asked back: "From your tone of voice, I seem to have seen something?"

"Hey."

Qinghong turned sideways and smiled at his grandfather pretending to be clever, with a hint of complacency floating across his face.

"Just now I used the Zhu You Wang Qi technique you taught to look around, and found that Brother Ma San was not just poisoned by Gu poison. I calculated it from the cloud of black energy in his Yintang and Tianmen. If I didn't If he made a mistake, he might have bumped into Xie Chong."

"Crash evil?"

Before Zhu Bianque could open his mouth to speak, Chen Luo had already stretched out his big hand like a thick cattail fan, grabbed Qinghong's strong wrist, and asked in surprise and anger: "What's going on here, Qinghong, please tell Ah Uncle!"

For a man like Chen Luo who has been working in the fields all year round, the strength of his wrists is naturally a bit stronger than that of ordinary people. It hurts.

Immediately, I couldn't help but reminded in a loud voice: "Uncle, let go first."

At the same time, he struggled to pull out the wrist tightly held by his iron palm, and frowned unconsciously under the tremendous pain.

"Oh, sorry."

Chen Luo smiled awkwardly at Qinghong, with guilt written all over his face.

"Qinghong, just now you said that Ma Laosan also ran into evil, what is going on?"

Seeing his anxious expression, Qinghong stopped playing tricks with him.

After straightening his expression, Qinghong analyzed with a serious face: "Just now I seem to have noticed a trace of black air seeping out of his forehead, and it has the tendency to reach Baihui acupoint of Tianting."

"There is also a hint of coldness in the black breath. From the point of view of Zhu You's onmyoji lineage's qi-watching technique, this black breath is also called death breath."

"This also indicates that your nephew Ma Sanlao may not live long. People who are haunted by this kind of death will only live for three to five days. If they are lucky, they may only live for three to five years. In short, you can't live long."

"However, judging from his current physical signs, except for the temporary unconsciousness caused by the epilepsy poison in his body, other physical characteristics seem to be no different from strangers."

"There are only two versions of the death energy in a stranger's body."

"Either he is a professional tomb robber. Because he has been active underground all year round, his body absorbs the stale and corpse qi in the mausoleum all the time. Over time, it will affect his own aura, thus forming an ordinary person's breath." It's hard to find the dead air, but under the scrutiny of Zhu You's onmyoji Wang Qi technique, this breath is invisible."

"Another theory is that he contradicted the undead or evil spirits, causing the righteousness of the body to be invaded by the ghosts, and the body was surrounded by death."

"Seeing that your nephew Ma Laosan is also an honest farmer, and he doesn't have the stench of underground soil on his body. It is impossible for him to be a grave digger."

"So I judge that he may have provoked something that he shouldn't have provoked, thus causing today's disaster."

"I'm just curious, how could he, an honest farmer, be bewitched for no reason, and at the same time be entangled by evil spirits?"

"Hoo..."

After listening to Qinghong's analysis, Chen Luo took a deep breath, and looked at Ma Lao San who was unconscious on the ground with a sad face~IndoMTL.com~ If it is really what Qinghong said, then Is my nephew hopeless? "

"No, no."

At this time, Zhu Bianque waved his hands indifferently, and reminded: "There are no absolutes in this world. I suggest that you immediately take someone to the east of the village to find Wulong Wang. He is one of the guides of Huangquan in western Hunan. , It can be said that few people can hold a candle to Zhu Youke's yin and yang secret arts."

"And he is also proficient in black witchcraft. Epilepsy Gu was the poisonous poison extracted by the Yinli Gu master among the black witches back then. If there is Wulong Wang, the guide from the underworld, maybe your nephew still has a glimmer of hope. "

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Chen Luo hurriedly winked at the two middle-aged uncles behind him, and the three of them lifted up the talisman and the third child rushed out the door, heading straight for the soul-inducing inn opened by the Wulong King at the head of the village. It can be said to be extremely agile, with a sense of resoluteness.

After the figures of the group of people completely disappeared into the night outside the fence wall, Zhu Bianque slowly let out a foul breath.

Immediately, he sat on the teacher's chair and waved to Qinghong with a serious face, and said: "Qinghong, I think this incident tonight is very unusual. The Yinli Gu master back then is closely related."

"I'm worried that the Wulong King may not be peaceful tonight, so you have to rush over and help me pass the message."

"What words?"

Qinghong stood at the same place and asked solemnly, but he was already a little unhappy in his heart, thinking about going to the Huangquan Station to spread the word at night, his scalp felt a little numb.

Although Qinghong didn't know much about Wulongwang, but Wulongwang's profession - Huangquan guide, as well as his Huangquan station, were all existences that people respected and kept at a distance.