Chi Yan's current job is the best at this point. The work pressure is not too high, and there are not many tasks. It is relatively easy to take a leave of absence if something happens. Of course, the relative salary and benefits will be poor, and the room for improvement is limited. However, he didn't dare to look for a job that was very stressful and often required overtime, because he knew that if he didn't have enough rest time, those things would be more easily entangled.
He drove straight to Xiqingshan outside the city. There is a Taoist temple on Xiqingshan, which is well-known in the province and is usually worshipped. There was a Taoist priest surnamed Zhang in the Guanli. He was quite capable. Chi Yan asked him for advice when choosing a house and setting up the room.
Halfway through the road, the sky suddenly became cloudy, and then there was a faint sound of thunder in the distance. Chi Yan felt a little uneasy in his heart, and stepped on the accelerator. He has never liked cloudy and rainy days without sunshine. At this time, those things are particularly rampant, and the suburbs are sparsely populated and their popularity is weak, which is even more detrimental to him.
Fortunately, it was early in the morning. Vientiane was renewed and full of vitality. When Chi Yan saw a figure on the roadside reaching out for a car, he didn't dare to stop, so he sped up and rushed over. The man didn't dare to hit him either. I don't know if it was because of the morning or because he thought too much. That man was really a passerby who wanted to hitch a ride—although the possibility of a lone hitchhiker appearing on this kind of national road was very slim.
He is like an ordinary person in a supernatural movie. He usually can't see strange things, but if he wants to see those things for various purposes, he can naturally see them.
Walking into the Taoist temple, Chi Yan felt relaxed from the inside out. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. Here, the sense of voyeurism and malice were slightly reduced.
Since it was a working day, there were not many people in the temple, so Chi Yan walked to the inner courtyard with ease and knocked on the wooden door of the second room on the left.
There lived a young Taoist boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. He was a distant relative of Taoist Zhang and his apprentice. He usually studied in the city, and returned to the temple to help during weekends and winter and summer vacations.
Daotong already recognized Chi Yan, and it was not surprising to see him coming, so he said naturally, "I'll go tell Master."
Zhang Daoren looked to be in his forties, a little rich, and there was still a big gap between the image of the world-renowned master in the public imagination, but Chi Yan knew that he had some real skills. When he first came back to work in Sumin City, he still didn't live in the current house. Because the suite left by his parents had always been rented by a tenant, he naturally did not move back, but rented a suite close to the unit. One room.
The house looked transparent and bright, but it was not as clean as it looked on the surface. Chi Yan lived there for two weeks before being entangled by something—although he could feel the things around him, he would often It's a weird situation like this morning when you're running out of energy, but there aren't many horror movie-like situations where you get caught up in exactly specific "something".
When Chi Yan was looking for a way to save him, it was the Daoist Zhang who finally helped him solve the problem and chose a new residence for him. Chi Yan felt that during that time, Lingyu blocked his life and death three times in succession, and after that, the effect of the protection seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.
Chi Yan explained the purpose of his visit to Zhang Daochang, and told him about the situation he had encountered in the past few days, including this morning, and asked him expectantly if there were other objects or methods to replace Lingyu to protect him. But Chi Yan also knew in his heart that the possibility was very slim. Although many years had passed, he still vaguely remembered how many people and how much effort his grandfather and grandmother had entrusted to find out about this Lingyu. With such a piece of spiritual jade, she could save Chi Yan's life with relative peace of mind.
I want to know that similar jade is not common, and it is definitely not easy to get something that can keep him safe. Most of the people who can hide this kind of thing are short of life and not short of money. Even if he exhausts his family wealth, he may not be able to get another piece. Today, Daoist Zhang can provide him with some clues, and then give him some pointers on ways to temporarily save his life.
Zhang Daochang did not disappoint him, he pondered for a moment and said slowly: "It's also a coincidence. If you came two days ago, I might not be able to show you a clear path, but I really know a way to come here today."
Zhang Daochang took out his mobile phone, fiddled with it twice, handed it to Chi Yan and said, "Do you know this person?"
On the phone is a photo of a young man. He is wearing a smart and clean white shirt and black trousers. He wears a leather watch with a slightly retro style on his hand. This person is very outstanding in both appearance and temperament, and it is easy to leave an impression on people. Chi Yan felt a little familiar, thought about it, and said, "Ye Yingzhi?"
The Ye family is very powerful in Shiming City, Linshi, and naturally very famous. Shiming City is the economic center of the east, and it is more prosperous than Sumin City, so his uncle gradually moved his company headquarters to Shiming City, and he also took his grandparents over after Chi Yan went to college. Chi Yan also often goes back to accompany the elderly during winter and summer vacations, so I have some impressions of this face.
Zhang Daochang tapped the phone screen, exited the photo, and handed him the phone again. I saw a piece of news on it, with the headline "At 7:00 this morning, Ye Yingzhi of Ye's Group passed away due to illness."
Chi Yan vaguely remembered that his uncle's company seemed to still have business dealings with the Ye family. He also forgot when he heard about this Mr. Ye Yingzhi. People who knew him in Shiming City called him "Ye Yingzhi". "Third Young Master", it sounds like he is the third in line, but he is the actual controller of the Ye family. I just heard that his health was not good since he was a child, and some people who came and went were careful not to disturb him, let alone offend him. Now he died suddenly of illness. It's just that he has never met Ye Yingzhi in person, let alone dealt with him.
Chi Yan took a closer look at the photo attached to the report, and sure enough, even before the camera, he could still see that his face was a little pale. Ye Yingzhi doesn't seem to take pictures very often. In all the reports mentioning him, this is the only clear picture.
Zhang Daochang looked at him and asked, "You know him?"
Chi Yan shook his head: "I don't know... I know him, he doesn't know me."
He looked at Zhang Daochang: "Why did the Daoist show me this?"
Zhang Daochang said: "I sensed that you should be coming this morning. I happened to see the picture of Mr. Ye when I was watching the news, and found that he seemed to be the legendary evil ghost. I was not sure at first, after all, the evil ghost It’s rare to see him in a thousand years, and after checking his background, combining his birthday and death date, and thinking about his extraordinary life but his untimely death, it’s even more certain.”
Chi Yan wondered, "What is the evil ghost?"
Zhang Daochang said: "I have never met it, but I have only seen records. In the records, people with evil spirits are full of strong evil spirits, ghosts and gods evade, and their fate is wide open and unscrupulous, but because it is a ghost, it is not Human lives often die young.”
Zhang Daochang has dealt with Chi Yan many times, and he is familiar with him, and the conversation is more casual, but he still pondered for a while before saying: "I saw this Mr. Ye, and I thought that your life should not die. You should be caught up to save your life. But I didn't know this method from the inscriptions handed down by chance, it's not orthodox, I can tell you, but you can't tell others that I told you."
This condition is very simple. Even if he takes the initiative to tell others about this kind of strange and confusing things, others will not believe it. Chi Yan was eager to save his life, and immediately assured: "Okay, I will never say it."
Zhang Daochang nodded and said: "You can find a way to get this Mr. Ye's ashes, take it with you, and enshrine his tablet at home every day, you can suppress those ordinary monsters who dare not get close."
The method of taking the ashes of a person and taking them with you sounds a little weird, and Chi Yan couldn't help but hesitate: "This..."
Zhang Daochang didn't answer, he turned around and took two safety talismans and handed them to him: "It's up to you to use this method, you can try it if you want."
Chi Yan has actually been moved. The world he has faced has been different from others since he can remember. With the loss of Lingyu's aura, it will only be more dangerous in the future. Anyway, the situation is already like this, it is better to use a dead horse as a living horse doctor, just give it a try.
But he still asked, "It doesn't affect that Mr. Ye, right?"
Zhang Daochang waved his hand and said casually: "It's not a lonely ghost, ordinary people are dead, what effect can it have."