Qi Chen has completely recovered, the two of them can come and go much more freely, and the permission to enter and exit between provinces has already been opened, and the green light is green all the way, without restrictions.
Wanling Temple is on a mountain on the border of the town. Qi Chen came several times at night, and he didn't even feel that there was any popularity here. This time, when he came during the day, he found that it was not far from the town. Standing at the entrance of Wanling Temple, you can overlook most of the town.
Qi Chen looked down, only to see black mist shrouding the whole town, and he couldn't see the people in it at all.
"It's getting thicker..." he said, frowning.
"Yeah." Longya glanced at it, then dragged him into the door of Wanling Temple: "So we have to hurry up! I don't know when Director Dong and the others will arrive."
The two passed through a few doors and came to the small courtyard where Hui Jia lived alone.
However, he saw the master in plain robes just straighten up from the well in the courtyard. There was an extra lamp on the well, and it fell down, and another layer of lights was spread on the well.
"What? Those underground can't hold back anymore?" Long Ya asked.
"Why did you come earlier?" Huijia looked up at them, pointed to the wellhead, and replied, "Last night, the sky almost turned upside down, and the poor monk's Wanling Temple was almost in danger. You came by coincidence and just pressed them back. ."
He clapped the non-existent ash on his hands, made a gesture of invitation toward the room, and said, "Go in."
"Yo - it's not easy, this is the first time I heard from you, please come in, not please get out." Long Ya took a sentence and dragged Qi Chen into the room behind Hui Jia.
"Oh?" Huijia swept the table indifferently, raised her hand to pour three cups of tea, and said, "I hope there will be less chance for the poor monk to ask to come in in the future."
Longya: "..."
Thinking of the last time Huijia suppressed the resentful spirit and lost his sense of smell, Qi Chen asked, "Master, did you get hurt this time?"
Huijia was as inhospitable as always, and only made a gesture to them, then sat down and took a sip of tea, saying: "I just lost my sense of taste, the poor monk has not eaten fast food for many years, only occasionally sip tea, If it doesn't taste, it's just used to quench thirst, it doesn't matter."
Long Ya frowned: "Then you are still responsible for this matter, do you want to die?"
Huijia looks very young and looks about the same age as Qi Chen, with a red mole on the center of her eyebrows. She usually speaks without expression. Hearing Long Ya's words at this time, he rarely raised the corners of his lips and smiled. With his delicate skin and those red moles, he really had the potential to be a demon monk.
But what he said did not relate to the demon monk. He said with a small smile: "The merits and virtues that the poor monk has accumulated for so many years are useless. Do you keep it as a plaque?"
When Long Ya heard this, he raised the corner of his lips and said, "Keep it for a good pregnancy!" He pointed at Qi Chen and said, "The negative teaching material is here, the merits are exhausted, look at him What are these lives all about?"
Qi Chen: "..."
Huijia took another sip of tea and said, "This life is not over yet, it's too early to think about the next life."
As soon as the three said these words, they heard a little movement outside the hospital.
When Qi Chen turned his head, he saw Director Dong, with a middle-aged belly that was prosperous, came tumbling over.
As soon as he was about to enter the door, a person flew over like a cloud, and at the moment of landing, the long sword in his hand turned into a whisk, and with a flick of the trend, it landed on the person's arm. superior.
As soon as the man stood still, he turned to the side, made a gesture to Director Dong, and let him enter the door.
This person is wearing a silver-lined Taoist robe, and his every move is expressionless, cold, and at first glance, it is produced by Yundu Mountain. The people who came out of that place were more like ice slag, the only exception was their leader Li Daochang.
"Senior brother on behalf of the headmaster, greetings to you all." Not only did he have a cold expression, but his voice was also cold, as if he had just been immersed in an ice spring.
This person is none other than the Great Elder Yundu Mountain, the junior brother of Li Daochang, Shen He.
On weekdays, Daochang Li and his junior brother Shen take care of everything big and small in Yundushan. In essence, their status is similar, but the one who really speaks on behalf of Yundushan is always Daochang Li, and Shen He never gets involved.
But this time, it was uncharacteristically uncharacteristically that it was Shen He who came forward, and Daochang Li stayed in Yundu Mountain.
Thinking of the current situation, Director Dong's old mother was heartbroken and couldn't help worrying: "Is he okay, Daochang Li?"
Bing Zhazi nodded and only spit out one word: "Well."
Director Dong: "..."
None of the people in this room are serious people. Except for Director Dong and Qi Chen, who are better, the other three are not very good at speaking, and they are used to going straight.
Huijia said directly: "Then why is it that Daochang Shen you came forward?"
Shen He still had an iceberg face, moved his lips, and said three words: "He talks a lot."
Everyone: "… "
What he means is very clear - this incident is very urgent. If a person like Li Daochang who is talking a lot comes, it will take a lot of time to discuss, so he is here, and he plans to hurry up. Quick decision.
Hearing this, several other people immediately followed the words and went straight to the topic.
Director Dong raised his hand and pointed at Qi Chenlongya, Shen He, and Huijia one by one: "West, north, east—then it's me from the south."
Huijia nodded: "To strip that layer of filth from the human soul, we must pick the time when the human soul is relatively stable."
Director Dong gave a "um" and agreed: "The yin qi is too strong in the week before and after Qingming, and people's souls are uncertain, so we have to wait until after this week..."
Shen Daochang closed his eyes for a moment, swept away the dust, and said, "Noon on the 13th."
Long Ya frowned: "Too late! Before that time, the world will be turned upside down, the sooner the better!"
After hearing this, Taoist Shen replied lightly, "Then tonight."
Director Dong worried: "The yin qi is too strong. It's too hurtful to peel off like this. When you remove the black qi, people can't keep it-"
Qi Chen, who had never spoken, interrupted Director Dong's voice and said lightly, "I have me."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they reacted. This is the master who is in charge of thousands of living souls in the human world, but he has been away for too many years. Everyone is used to thinking from the perspective of no one protecting the living souls. .
Qi Chen added again: "Tomorrow is the nineteenth of the lunar calendar."
Everyone immediately understood that the nineteenth of each month was the day of Yinghuo Xingjun's lower realm. Qi Chen and Yinghuo Xing are inextricably linked. If Yinghuo Xing is prosperous, he will also prosper, and if Yinghuo Xing declines, he will also decline. The nineteenth day was naturally the most suitable day for him.
"Then there is no need to worry, it can't be better, it can't be better!" Director Dong continued.
"It's midnight tonight?" Hui Jia said.
"Yes!" Long Ya nodded with his arms crossed, and said, "Zi Shi happens to be the time when the black qi is at its most impetuous and eager to move. It's easy to peel it off. Besides, Zi Shi is nineteen years old."
"Then it's settled!" Director Dong said, "Xiao Qi, tell us how to arrange the talisman array."
Qi Chen nodded.
In Wanling Temple, everyone has already agreed on most of them, and they are learning how to set up the formation.
Outside the Wanling Temple, and even the entire Jiang City, the entire province, and the entire human world, there is a black smoke.
Old Qin, who had been living on the top of Mount Qu, packed up early in the morning and hurried down the mountain road.
He still had a pile of talisman paper on his body, but he covered it with an old coat and carried a duffel bag with clothes and supplies. In the eyes of others, his whole person was gray. Children are also inconspicuous.
Lao Qin walked a hundred meters at the foot of the mountain, found the bus stop, and waited for the bus after a while.
It's just that every door and window of the car was bubbling with black gas, and when it was driving from a distance, it was almost half covered by the black gas. Unlike ordinary people, Lao Qin could see the black gas, so even if he was shocked After a jump, when the first car stopped in front of him, he waved his hands again and again, but he didn't dare to get up.
The driver opened the door in vain, and when he saw that he didn't get in the car, he closed the door again, turned his head and cursed in a vicious voice: "If you don't get in the car, you'll be a dead body here! You're sick!"
This driver, Lao Qin, has met before. He goes down the mountain to buy something every month, and most of the time he encounters this driver. This young man is definitely not such a person on weekdays. When Lao Qin's bag was lost in the car, he specially drove back the empty car.
Lao Qin looked at the black air shrouded in the car, tightened his jacket again, and patted the paper charms on his chest through the jacket.
But the next car still looked like the black air hood, Lao Qin hesitated again and again, and had to get into the car with his luggage.
From Qushan all the way into the city center, more and more people on the bus, more and more crowded. Over an hour's drive, Lao Qin witnessed no less than five disputes, big and small. Before he got off the bus, two people were about to fight because of grabbing seats.
And the driver is also very anxious to drive, and he brakes and rushes at every turn, as if he had saved most of his life's impetuousness and vented it today.
But when Lao Qin got out of the car, walked through the alley, and walked towards his old house, he found that the black air on the street was no lighter than that on the car.
The old streets and alleys are already a bit messy. Breakfast stalls, vegetable stalls, and noodle stalls are crowded in those alleys, and they are crowded downstairs in residential areas. On weekdays, disputes are prone to occur, and today it is even more chaotic.
Lao Qin had just squeezed a short distance with his luggage bag in his hand when he heard a bang in the back. Looking back, he saw two people grabbing the booth and directly lifted a pot of hot oil, burning several people passing by. Yelling, scolding, and crying became a film.
Old Qin was so shocked that he didn't know how to react. He was pushed aside by people, and was scolded for blocking the way. He accidentally stepped on something soft.
He looked down and saw that it was a torn bun, and the dough and filling had fallen to the ground. What was frightening was that the dough that had been trampled into ashes was still stained with blood, and there were also two spreads on the ground. The undried blood stained on the soles of Lao Qin's shoes, leaving a few bloody footprints on the ground along with Lao Qin's steps.
He didn't dare to stop any longer, and hurried through this smoky alley and went straight to his old house.
When passing by the house next door, I happened to look through the window and saw the people in that house watching the news, and the voice from the TV came out through the half-opened window—
The host talks about the events happening in various places in the standard broadcast tone that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Lao Qin couldn't help standing by the window for a while, when he heard someone from somewhere entered the school with a knife, slashing dozens of teachers and students, killing and injuring others. Hospitals are also unstoppable, as well as airports, stations...
But where there are many people, it seems to be in high risk...
It's like purgatory, no place is safe.