Ye Chuzhi is a Taoist and has a natural affinity for people with pure minds. Therefore, despite the risks, he tried his best to answer the other party's questions: "That Wang Hui killed too many people in his previous life. Unless he has great merit, Otherwise, you will be destined to die violently for several lifetimes."
"As for Zhang Fan..." He hesitated, and finally chose to tell the truth, "He is a little better than Wang Hui, but he has been miserable for several generations, but... before I sent him away, I clicked into his soul. He has a little merit and gold, and he is a pretty good person. If nothing happens, he should live a good life in his next life."
The different situations between the two surprised Sun Shao, but after thinking about it carefully, it made sense.
This time, he didn't say much. He just sent Ye Chuzhi downstairs with a complicated expression, told him to have a good rest, and would visit him another day, and then left.
It was a day full of living corpses and ghosts. Ye Chuzhi was very tired and rushed into the bathroom as soon as he got home.
There was no hot water in the water heater here, and Ye Chuzhi didn't care. He just took a quick cold shower and lay down on the only single bed in the room.
The original owner's single bed seemed hard and small to others, but to Ye Chuzhi, an "old man" who had never slept on a soft mattress, it was already very comfortable.
As soon as he lay down, he realized that he was very tired, and almost all the muscles and bones in his body were telling of fatigue.
But even so, his mood was quite exciting—
Although he now has almost nothing, still has the original owner's elders to support, and is burdened with a large amount of medical expenses, he once again has a new life and a new future.
Although there is no news about his master, and many things in his previous life are still a mystery, he now has clues and knows that someone is plotting against him in the dark, and he will not be blind to the potential malice. ignorance.
and…
He took out his mobile phone and was not surprised to see many text messages from Mr. Qiao -
[returned home?]
[Why haven’t you gone home yet?]
[Reply me when you see it.]
[have you slept? are you hungry? Do you want me to send you dinner?]
[I asked Sun Shao, he said you have gone home, are you exhausted?]
[Are you sleeping? Have sweet dreams and good night.]
Ye Chuzhi's heart warmed as he read the messages one after another. He clicked the reply button, typed the word "Good Night" unskillfully, and pressed send.
Then, he put the phone aside, closed his eyes, and almost fell asleep in the next second.
On the other side, Qiao Ershao, who was tossing and turning, felt relieved after seeing these two words.
There was a smile on his lips that he didn't even know he had, and his slender fingers caressed the two words back and forth. He finally put down his phone and fell asleep.
It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and most of the people in the city had gone to sleep, but the Sun family father and son were sitting opposite each other in the study, both of them looking solemn.
Sun Yan happens to be at the age when he knows his destiny this year. He pays great attention to health and takes good care of himself. He looks about forty years old at most.
At this time, he was looking at his son solemnly, and asked again what he had just heard as if to confirm: "You mean... he can not only subdue evil cultivators who suck people's anger, but also subdue living creatures. Corpse, and he can help you open your heavenly eyes with just one click."
"What's more, he can also draw talismans floating in mid-air, and he can also summon ghosts and nourish their souls, and finally he can use the golden light of merit to save them?"
"Dad, I saw this with my own eyes. There is no exaggeration in it." Sun Shao thought for a while and added, "Moreover, he also saved Director Cheng from the Imperial Capital."
He did not explain the process of the matter in too much detail. Although he knew very little about Xuanmen, judging from Cheng Yan's serious attitude at the time and his swearing, Ye Chuzhi had the method to treat corpse poison. It is best not to spread this matter to anyone for the time being. If others find out, Ye Chuzhi might be in danger.
Therefore, even though Sun Shao wanted to ask his father to verify this matter, considering the trouble it might cause, he finally covered up the matter of treating the corpse poison and simply said that he saved Cheng Yan from the mouth of a living corpse. the process of.
These were all things he had seen with his own eyes. As for the things he had not seen, he simply mentioned it. He only said that the cause of the matter was that he helped Shuyu Pavilion deal with the magic weapon that could absorb the antique spiritual energy.
"A magic weapon that can absorb antique spiritual energy? Shuyu Pavilion?" Sun Yan's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this. "During the day, I also received a call from Zhao Laosan of Shuyu Pavilion. I thought at the time He was so nervous, he didn’t expect it to be true?!”
"It's true." Sun Shao nodded, "Later, the bureau and the insurance company sent people there. Most of the jade antiques there had turned into gray-white powder. It was indeed a heavy loss."
"You actually have such ability..." Sun Yan was fascinated by this and murmured, "I thought the Taoist Master was lying to me back then..."
"Dad?" Sun Shao didn't hear clearly and couldn't help but ask, "What were you talking about just now?"
"Ah? Ah, it's nothing." Sun Yan came back from his thoughts, seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly asked urgently, "Is the Master Ye you are talking about already very old?"
If it is really the person the Taoist priest mentioned, he should be eighty or ninety years old.
"Eh? Didn't I tell you?" Sun Shao asked, "He is about eighteen years old, right? After all, he just took the college entrance examination."
"What did you say? This is impossible!" Sun Yan lost his voice.
Drawing talismans in the air and opening the heavenly eye are legendary abilities in the eyes of today's Xuanmen!
Now his son told him that not only was this true, but it also existed in a boy who was only 18 years old!
Even if he had been practicing since he was born, he had only practiced for eighteen years. How could he have such powerful means? !
"Sun Shao..." He murmured, then slowly said, "Please help me ask Ye... when will little friend have time recently? I would like to invite him to my home as a guest."