fox lure

Chapter 28 Build a temple for you and burn incense every day
"Without Yangshou, people will die." The last sentence Huang Yan said clearly.

My dad suddenly felt unsteady and held my hand very hard.

Seeing that my father was going to collapse, Huang Yan added another knife in a light tone, "Your daughter has no yang soul, no yang life, and now she is still living in the yang world, but she is equivalent to a dead person. She is a ghost, and it is very nice to be able to see 'similar' normal."

My dad couldn't believe it, and broke away anxiously, "What kind of ghost is my daughter? Isn't she alive and well? She's still panting."

Saying that, my dad still stroked my breath.

Huang Yan said to us calmly: "If I'm not wrong, her skin is congested, right? She has a heart failure, and she rarely urinates these days, and hardly ever urinates."

He was right. My skin was bruised in many places, and my mouth and eyelid mucous membranes were ulcerated.

It's true that I haven't been to the toilet in the past few days...

Huang Yan looked at me and said quietly, "Soon her subcutaneous bleeding will turn into ulcers. Mucous membrane ulcers are a sign."

My dad finally recognized the matter, "How is this possible? How could you lose your Yang Soul? Why would anyone steal that thing?"

"You also said earlier, your daughter is lucky, the immortal sits down to the earth, and the three souls carry the immortal roots. Is it strange that the Yang soul is stolen?"

Huang Yan raised his eyelids and looked at my dad, his tone was flat, "The dying person can steal your daughter's Yang soul to save her life."

"The cultivator eats your daughter's soul, which can be worth 10 years of practice."

After Huang Yan finished speaking, my dad couldn't stand up completely, and fell to the ground, his arms and legs trembling, and the helplessness in his eyes was strong and clear.

I have never seen my father feel helpless. He has always been the pillar of our family, the support of my mother and brother.

Seeing my dad like this, I suddenly suffocated something in my heart, and I felt fishy for a while.

Who stole my Yang Soul?even ate it?

how to eatSoy sauce, or horseradish?
Why am I so stupid, I don’t even know that my Yang Soul is lost!

Who stole it?
I suddenly looked at Huang Yan with piercing eyes.

At this time, Huang Yan issued an order to evict the guest: "I've finished explaining Jiang Long's illness, please go ahead."

He spoke lightly.

Don't be bored in my heart, I kept looking at Huang Yan, and I just wanted to help my dad up.

"Long, don't help me." My dad sat on the ground, gritted his teeth and stared at Huang Yan: "Master Huang, we are all old men, so I just want to ask you something, and I hope you can tell me frankly."

"Say."

My dad sniffed, "Tell me, my daughter's soul was stolen, did you help steal it?"

Huang Yan was originally a strange person with a weird personality and a cold personality. According to Grandpa Feng, he was at least eighty or ninety years old.

According to the villagers of Bai Township under the mountain, he is estimated to be 70 to [-] years old.

But now we see that Huang Yan is very young, coupled with what he did in Mubin, it is really suspicious.

"I didn't steal it, but the person who stole Jiang Longyang's soul has a deep relationship with me." Huangyan's footwashing water was cold, and the teapot was almost dry, so he poured some water into the teapot.

"Okay, I, Jiang Dahai, believe you." My dad gritted his teeth and wiped away his tears and asked, "Then tell me, who stole my daughter's soul?"

That's what I want to know too.

Even if I die, I have to die clearly.

Huang Yan looked at my dad and me, and said calmly, "Dai Yuemian."

Never heard of this guy.

"No injustice, no hatred, why did he harm my daughter for no reason?" My dad asked angrily.

"Are you asking me?" Huang Yan suddenly smiled, "Jiang Dahai, you are over 30 years old anyway, let me ask you, if someone stole your money, does he have any grudge against you? If there is a grudge, your house will be set on fire, and all It's for profit, don't you understand?"

After listening to Huang Yan's words, the fishy taste in my throat surged again.

Why?I am unwilling!I am angry!Why do they want to steal my Yang Soul and kill me for profit!
I clenched my fists, and Huang Yan also looked at me, and the corners of his lips curled up inexplicably.

The room was quiet for a while, and no one spoke.

My dad calmed down for a while. After all, things have happened, so there is no need to get to the bottom of it. How to solve it is the key.

"The Taoist priest is right, it's all for profit," my dad calmed down now, "I, Jiang Dahai, are suspicious of people, and I don't have any doubts about employing them,"

"I'm here to beg you today, since you know that Dai Yuemian, help me find him, help me get my daughter Yanghun back. From now on..."

My dad was sitting on the ground, but now he got up and wanted to kneel down: "My Jiang Dahai's life is yours, the head of the zodiac. You order me to be a horse instead of a cow."

"No, I don't have any shortage of cattle and horses. Everyone outside drives cars now."

Huang Yan saw that my father was about to kneel, and when he raised his hand, my father's kneeling posture froze.

Is this what is going on?
My dad looked down, raised his head and promised, "What car and model do you want? Tell me and I'll fix it for you."

"How can you climb poles so many times?"

Huang Yan was a little displeased, "I didn't say I could cure your daughter's illness, and I didn't say I could get this Yang Soul back."

Is it hard to find an expert?

I suddenly remembered that when I entered Fengyu Temple, the old man named Changjiang said that it was very difficult to learn scriptures from the west.

On the sidelines, my dad started begging again: "Master Huang Dao, if you have any request, just say it, I, Jiang Dahai, can't even say a word, it's not human."

"Mountain of knives and sea of ​​fire? You have the courage, go find Dai Yuemian." Huang Yan didn't show any face at all, "Don't look for me."

"Is that Dai Yuemian very powerful?" I caught up, and from Huang Yan's words, it seemed that Dai Yuemian was very powerful.

"It's about the same as me. We both fought 70 years ago, and 50 years ago. There is no winner or loser."

When this matter was mentioned, Huang Yan's expression suddenly became ferocious, with deep anger in his eyes.

He had a fight with Dai Yuemian 70 years ago?so?What enmity does he have with that magician Dai Yuemian?

No, how old is he?
"Then why don't we fight again?" My dad said to Huang Yan when he heard this, "We from the Northeast don't quarrel if we can fight."

"..." Huang Yan was speechless for a while.

My dad was talking about it seriously, but he didn't seem to notice that he was talking about it.

"Master Huang Dao, you have cured my daughter, I will build you a temple and enshrine you ~ let's not talk about anything else," my dad promised, "As long as my Lao Jiang's family is not dead, my grandparents will give it to you from generation to generation." Burn incense!"

Don't talk about Huang Yan, I'm 8 years old, and I want to roll my eyes when I hear it.

"Stop, stop!" Huang Yan said angrily, "You are cursing me to death."

"that is not what I meant."

"Jiang Dahai, stop talking, I don't want to listen to you," Huang Yan turned to look at me, "Jiang Long, as the old saying goes, one person does something, one person should be responsible, and one person should repay the favor. If I help you get back the Yang Soul, you Can you do something for me?"

"Yes." I nodded vigorously, two things are fine, three or five are fine, "Huang..."

For a while, looking at his young face, I really don't know what to call him, grandpa?Can't call out.

Uncle?He looked younger than my dad.

Uncle?It seems very rude.

"Just tell me, what do you want me to do?" I asked Huang Yan.

(End of this chapter)