"What happened to the blood spot?" Qi Chen asked.
"When I think about it again now, I always feel that your explanation at the time was not quite right. According to your meaning, only one blood spot will appear after a major disaster, and the first one should have appeared a long time ago, but I don't remember. —" He thought about the details of the past as he spoke, dragged the tone for a while, then frowned and shook his head: "Forget it, it's nothing, go back and check again."
Finally, Long Ya folded his arms and looked at the broken stars in the sky that he hadn't seen for a long time, and said to Qi Chen: "It's almost there, I've said everything that needs to be said, and the rest will be discussed when you think about it yourself. Let's go! Tsk - Ancestor, don't look at the stars and look stupid, there is still something to do, can you move your hoof with me downstairs?! Otherwise, I'll use it!"
Before Qi Chen could look back, Long Ya, who had been patiently exhausted, swept away from the roof all the way down the mountain, and the cool breeze of the night swooped on his face, making Qi Chen's brain twitch, and he said in a strange way: "Dragon Captain, I have another question."
"Speak." Long Ya replied succinctly.
"I'm wrapped in a fox fur, how did you see four blood spots on my heart?"
The dragon claws of a certain demon sword shook, almost shaking Qi Chen into the valley, so shocked that Qi Cen immediately used both hands and feet, clenching the dragon's teeth. After all, he doesn't have the skills of the previous life, and he can still fall to his death. life matters.
Long Ya glanced at Qi Chen, without explaining, he fell directly to the side of the car at the foot of the mountain, shoved Qi Chen towards the co-pilot, raised his hand and pulled the safety belt to him and buckled it, and answered without raising his head. : "I said, the rest, when you think of it, you can talk about it!"
Qi Chen: "..." Why does this sound so wrong...
Long Ya often likes to break things up in two when speaking, and he fights so much that he can say "a fight" in his mouth. He was talking like a book, and it was hard to imagine how good the relationship between the two people was back then.
If he really wants to know all the details of that year, he will probably have to wait until he remembers it himself.
Qi Chen thought so, so he obediently shut his mouth, nestled in the co-pilot as quiet as a chicken, and Ren Longya drove the car as if it were about to fly.
When they drove all the way from Xishi back to Jiangshi, and finally stopped by two trees with crooked necks, Qi Chen felt that it was also a kind of adventure that he felt airsick in a car for the first time in his life.
This was Qi Chen's second visit to Wanling Temple, and it was still at night.
The paint on the door of the temple has been chipped into pieces, and the color has faded to gray. It looks very old. The holes in the lampshades of the two wall lamps are still there, and no one has come to renovate it, but Zhaolong They said that the less conspicuous these places are, the better.
When he came back last time, Qi Chen was hung on Longya's shoulder, but this time he finally entered the door while standing, so he could see more clearly.
The structure of Wanling Temple is very simple. When you enter the temple gate, you can see the main hall at a glance. However, the main hall is very shabby, and its scale is probably only comparable to the side halls of some small temples. There is no incense burner in front of the hall, but there is a huge ancient bell. I don't know what material it is. It has been hung here for a long time. The whole body is not even shiny at all.
Qi Chen originally thought that at this point in time, Hui Jia would probably be in his room again, sitting at the table and playing games with headphones. But who knows, this time Huijia did not stay in the side courtyard as usual, but in the main hall.
The two walked around the dumb bell following the dim yellow candlelight and walked to the door of the main hall. They saw Huijia sitting cross-legged on the futon in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall. There was a small lamp in front of the futon, which was filled with lamp oil. A thin wick protrudes from the edge of the lamp, shining a bean-like light.
This is the only bright spot in the entire Wanling Temple.
Long Ya didn't rashly cross the threshold and enter the hall, but he grabbed Qi Chen easily, fearing that he would make a fool of himself.
It's just that Qi Chen is naturally not such a reckless person. He stood beside Longya and saw that Huijia didn't even turn his head back, as if he didn't know they were coming. He whispered the Buddha's name, and his right hand was empty. Form a fist, lift it directly above the lamp, and stretch out a middle finger.
I heard a very light drop of water, a drop of blood squeezed out of the middle finger and landed in the lamp, the bean light suddenly rose a foot high, and then returned to normal, but the light was much brighter than before. .
Qi Chen and Long Ya just leaned against the door of the hall without saying a word, watching Hui Jia drip nine drops of blood from his fingertips into the lamp one after another. As more and more droplets of blood dripped, the bean light became brighter and brighter, and finally turned white to a dazzling sight.
After the nine drops of blood were dripped, Hui Jia stood up, picked up the small and ancient lamp, turned to Longya and Qi Chen and said, "The two donors are very diligent, what did you bring this time?"
The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows became even redder, as if it had just been dripped with blood.
Long Ya's wrist flicked, and a pair of rolled scrolls fell into his palm. He held up the picture scroll and said to Hui Jia, "A little resentment. Could it be that the smell is too bland to smell?"
Wearing a thin monk's robe, Huijia led Longya and Qi Chen towards his small courtyard with the lamp, and said as he walked, "I don't know if the smell is mild or not, because the poor monk has not smelled anything in recent days. "
Long Ya listened to the footsteps and frowned, "What's going on?"
The three of them had already entered the small side courtyard. Huijia did not rush to answer Longya's question, but went straight to the well in the courtyard. Chong Longya held up the lamp in his hand, understatement. Said: "The resentful spirits below are not very peaceful these days. The poor monk took some blood to seal the well, which damaged his sense of smell—"
He said looking up at the night sky, and then placed the lamp in his hand on the edge of the well.
In between, the bean lantern suddenly burned into a ball, and then the wick fell in the direction of the wellhead, and the ball of fire was spread on the wellhead, which just happened to seal the wellhead tightly.
When there was no more gap at the mouth of the well, Huijia stood up straight, brushed off the non-existent ashes on the monk's clothes, and walked towards Longya and the others: "What about the thing that you want to clear your grievances?"
Long Ya stretched out his hand and handed the scroll to Hui Jia, and said, "The resentful spirit is not very restful? Why is it so restless?"
Huijia shook his head: "The reason is still unclear. Such a situation has not occurred in hundreds of years. But don't worry too much, it can be suppressed for the time being." He said, took the scroll and unfolded it and glanced, "It's really a small grudge, and it's gone when you catch it."
Qi Chen saw that he was holding the painting loosely in his left hand, and a golden Buddha seal was attached to his right hand to slap the painting, and a wisp of black air escaped from the painting. Huijia's five-fingered, slender right hand raised his hand and grabbed it, grabbing the wisp of black air from the painting and trapping it in the palm of his hand.
With a flick of one hand, he retracted the scroll and threw it to Longya, then walked to the well, and sent the black gas in his right hand to the lamp. The wisp of black air was instantly swept away by the flames and sealed into the well.
"Okay." Hui Jia withdrew his hand and said to Long Ya and Qi Chen, "Is there anything else that needs to be dealt with?"
Long Ya waved his hand: "No more."
Huijia immediately raised his hand and made a gesture to the courtyard gate: "This temple is poor and can't afford tea, so the two donors walk slowly. The time for the copy is almost up, and the poor monk will not give it away." That gesture clearly reflected the two Word - go away.
Longya: "..."
Seeing that he was about to explode, Qi Chen quickly nodded to Huijia, dragged Long Ya and walked out of Wanling Temple.
"This bald donkey is really looking for a fight every year, and when he turns around, he will let the special cut off his net, I will see where he goes!" Long Ya scolded and got into the car, and with a dozen steering wheels, he went down the mountain.
Qi Chen originally thought that everything was almost done, and it was time to return to Guanghe, but saw that Long Ya did not drive into the city after going down the mountain, but went straight to the outside of the city.
"Aren't you going back?" Qi Chen saw that the car drove into Long Huai Ghost Road again, and knew that Long Ya was going to leave the province again, and asked in confusion, "Where are we going?"
Long Ya glanced at the time and said, "While there is still some time, go to Yundu Mountain and go to the gang of Niubi to look at the talisman. They should be able to see the name."
"Talisman paper?" Qi Chen was stunned for a moment, before he remembered that Longya had picked some pieces of talisman paper from the locust tree that had been split in half before downstairs of Li Zhengchang's house. If someone could find out the origin of the talisman paper, it would save them the trouble of going around.
If there is a general direction, it will be much easier to check people who have never shown their faces in secret.
but…
"Where is Yundu Mountain?" I heard Long Ya mention this place on the roof of the ancient building before. It sounds like it is the location of a Taoist temple, but what exactly does it do, Qi Chen has no idea at all.
Longya explained: "Ox-nosed old Taoist gathering place, ghosts are very good at drawing talismans, and my mother doesn't even recognize what they write. The talismans I use are from Yundu Mountain. Every year, they provide enough talisman paper and medicine pills to various institutions. , that medicine pill is getting bigger and bigger every year, choking a hippo is not a problem, and I don't know who it is against!"
Qi Chen: "..." It sounds like it's not reliable at all...
"However, the cultivation base is recognized as high." Long Ya also seemed to think that he was too dark, and after thinking about it, he added: "There are several famous and powerful people in it. Oh yes, you still remember the Longhuai Hotel. A note on the wall?"
"Longhuai Hotel's reminder?" Qi Chen was taken aback.
Seeing that he couldn't react for a while, Long Ya reminded: "It's a reminder posted on the bathroom wall, you can provide anything you want, but don't repeat the broken paper that Li Daochang made. I didn't tell you about Li Daochang. What's the matter? He looks like a dog, but his brain is not easy to use. Once I ordered a bunch of things and found that the money was not enough, I was stripped down to only a pair of pants, and was later taken back by my junior brother."
Qi Chen said "Oh", "I remembered, what's wrong?"
Long Ya said: "Li Daochang belongs to Yundu Mountain."
Qi Chen: "..." It's even more unreliable!