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Was this magic skill taught by his so-called adoptive father?
Is Duan Rui’s “schizophrenia” related to this?
Is his adoptive father really crazy or just pretending to be crazy?
Putting aside all his doubts, looking at Duan Rui's aggrieved and stubborn eyes, and Huang Huafeng's excitement to take revenge, Meng Qi said in a deep voice:
"The murderer is Duan Rui, but not Duan Rui."

"Ah?" Everyone, including Duan Rui himself, looked puzzled.

Meng Qi explained:
"I suspect Duan Rui suffers from soul separation syndrome, or the legendary dual soul syndrome. The one who killed your sect leader is another Duan Rui hidden in his body."

There are cases of soul separation syndrome and two souls in one body in this world. Meng Qi didn't need to explain much, as Captain Wang, Sha Wanhao and others could understand what he meant.

"Really?"

Huang Huafeng said with a complicated expression:
"But even if you suffer from soul separation syndrome, you still have to pay with your life if you kill someone!"

"What is dissociative disorder?"

Duan Rui was confused.

Meng Qi thought for a moment and said:

"There is an evil demon hidden in your body. It will occasionally control you and make you do things you normally don't want to do. When you wake up, you have no recollection of having done anything. Think carefully, have you ever encountered a similar situation, with inexplicable changes around you?"

Duan Rui's symptoms are relatively mild. If the two souls or two personalities can talk and communicate freely, then they are in the late stage of a serious illness, such as Gu Xiaosang.

Duan Rui's face changed drastically, and he was silent for a while before saying:
"Yes, when I was a beggar, if someone bullied me, I would find their body nearby the next day..."

"Master Su, Master Su, save me, I don't want to be controlled by the evil spirit!"

He begged bitterly.

No one else interrupted, only Huang Huafeng said anxiously:
"Young Master Su, if you kill someone, you must pay with your life. My father cannot die in vain!"

Duan Rui turned his head and looked at Huang Huafeng:
"Fifth Brother, regardless of whether it was controlled by the evil spirit or not, since this matter was caused by me, I must take responsibility. Once the evil spirit is eliminated and everything returns to normal, you can do whatever you want with it."

He had a simple idea. He didn't want to die with the evil spirit, for fear that he would be entangled in his next life.

Huang Huafeng, Xiao Liang and the others fell silent, considering the situation. Revenge was indeed satisfying, but if Duan Rui could redeem himself and gain merit, adding such a powerful fighter would be more valuable to the sect...

"We'll talk about it after we get rid of the evil demon. If we can't get rid of it, we'll kill it all at once."

Huang Huafeng gritted his teeth and said:

"Oh, by the way, we need to invite a famous doctor to confirm that it is really a soul separation syndrome."

It's impossible that whatever "Mad Blade" Su Meng says is the truth, right?

Captain Wang stepped forward:
"Young Master Su, Duan Rui is carrying an 'evil spirit' and is extremely dangerous. We cannot let him move around and he must be detained in prison. If you want to try to treat him, you can go to the prison."

"it is good."

Meng Qi had no idea how to cure the soul-separation syndrome. He just wanted to find a quiet place to interrogate Duan Rui to find out if he was practicing the Yi Jin Jing and where his magic skills came from.

Duan Rui looked dazed and had no objection to this treatment.

Seeing Meng Qi's expression, Qi Zhengyan guessed what Meng Qi was thinking, and then sent a voice message:
"Junior Brother Meng, your great and invincible magic of subduing demons has the ability to subdue his heart, and perhaps it can help Duan Rui recover!"

Meng Qi nodded thoughtfully after hearing this.

The dungeon with six doors here has three floors. The deeper you go, the colder it gets, and the prisoners are becoming more and more dangerous, including notorious bandits and bloodthirsty demons.

When Meng Qi, Qi Zhengyan, Duan Rui, Captain Wang and the jailer stepped into the third floor, they immediately felt a stream of gazes shooting at them, all of which seemed tangible, and it was obvious that they all had extraordinary strength.

"Mr. Wang, I am like your mother. If you have the guts, let me out and fight me openly. What's the point of conspiracy and ambush?" A rough voice sounded, full of curses, full of anger and excitement, causing the fine steel chains to rattle and the special iron bars to shake.

Captain Wang remained calm and ordered the jailer, "Starve him for three days."

Turning around, he introduced Meng Qi, "This is the lone thief Yuchi Gong. His martial arts skills are extraordinary. We went to great lengths to make him fall here. We plan to escort him to Beijing after the New Year."

He was quite proud of this. Being able to catch a lone thief who had committed crimes repeatedly but had never been caught was enough to prove his ability. As for how he was caught, what did it matter? I have never heard that the head of the police would care about the method of catching criminals!
Yuchi Gong's voice was loud and clear, shaking the entire third floor and causing dust to fall. He was eight feet tall, with muscular body. Even though his scapula was pierced, his tendons in his hands and feet were ripped, and his acupuncture points were sealed, he was still arrogant and full of malice: "Wang, you eagle claw and dog leg, if you let me escape, I will kill your whole family, like your mother!"

Captain Wang ignored him and ordered the jailer again: "Three days is not enough. Keep starving him until he has no strength to speak. If that doesn't work, give him eighty lashes."

Yuchi Gong's roar suppressed the clamor of other prisoners, making him look like the bully of this floor.

The prison boss nodded repeatedly, went to an empty cell, took out the key, opened the iron door, and locked Duan Rui's hands and feet with fine steel chains.

"It will take about three hours to replenish the acupoints." Meng Qi reminded.

Captain Wang didn't want to be in the cold, damp and noisy environment, so he agreed and left. The jailer bowed and said, "Master Su, I won't hinder your interrogation. If you have any instructions, you can find me at the entrance to the third floor. You can also shout loudly."

When Yuchi Gong saw Captain Wang and the other man leave, he immediately changed his target, pointed at Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan and cursed, "You two immature brats, are you still imitating others in interrogation? Judging from your attire, you must be from aristocratic families or disciples of a sect, relying on the influence of your ancestors to curry favor with the hawk claws and lackeys."

"In fact, hey, your skills are as mediocre as they can be. If I hadn't been imprisoned, I would have beaten you up severely if I met you on the road. If you brought your women with you, I would have enjoyed them without hesitation. If I said I wanted to fuck your mother, I will fuck your mother!"

He used foul language, trying to provoke Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan into doing irrational things, such as opening the cell and beating him, so as to find a chance to escape.

Meng Qi looked at him with a smile, without saying anything, just watching quietly.

Suddenly, Yuchi Gong, who was cursing, heard a strong heartbeat.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom, the sound has a strange rhythm, as if it is ringing deep in the soul and can cause resonance.

"What are you looking at? If you have the guts, do it yourself." Yuchi Gong continued to curse.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, the sound of the heartbeat became clearer and clearer. Yuchi Gong felt his own heart beating with this rhythm. Meng Qi on the opposite side still smiled without saying a word.

"He's as timid as a mouse, with a greasy face and a powdered hair. You can tell at first glance that he's a prostitute..." Boom, boom, boom, boom, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. Yuchi Gong felt the blood rushing up and his head was swelling. He couldn't continue.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, the beating of his heart was beyond Yuchi Gong's endurance. He felt dizzy and his eyes were bloodshot. He felt like his heart would explode at any time.

He took a few steps back and suddenly sat on the ground. His face was flushed and he was gasping for breath. He looked extremely miserable and it felt like he would die at any moment.

The boy in front of me is so weird!
It's just like an evil ghost or demon!
What kind of skill is this?
"Brother Qi, please watch the door for me." Meng Qi restored his heartbeat to normal and said with a leisurely smile.

He had read a martial arts novel before, in which there was a demon who could use his own heartbeat to control other people's heartbeats, causing them to die inexplicably. It was very cool, so he took advantage of the three-month retreat to ask Ruan Yushu for advice on the technique. Ruan Yushu first demonstrated his strength by using the sound of the piano to control other people's heartbeats, so Meng Qi had this idea a long time ago, but due to lack of strength or time, he was unable to ask for advice.

Without involving the specific sound of the zither, Ruan Yushu generously told him the skills and methods. Meng Qi also practiced the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills, which gave him a strong control over every part of his body, including his heart. So he finally copied a similar method. It was not a particularly powerful method, but it could be used for assassination or scaring people. The main purpose was to relax and entertain himself. Qi Zhengyan nodded and transmitted his voice:

"Duan Rui should have mastered the Yi Jin Jing without a doubt. You should think carefully about this matter!"

Meng Qi nodded.

Qi Zhengyan still had that dead look on his face and nodded gently: "Okay."

He held the red-gold sword with dragon pattern in his hand and looked at the surrounding cells.

All the prisoners around fell silent. Even Yuchi Gong, who was one of the strongest and unruly among them, was in such an embarrassing state. When the other party did not make any move but just watched quietly, he was in such an embarrassing state. It would be better for them to keep a low profile!

What kind of weird trick is this?
He actually dealt with Yuchi Gong without moving or saying a word!

In complete silence, Meng Qi stepped into the cell and stood in front of Duan Rui:

"If you want to cure the soul separation syndrome, you must understand the whole story."

After Qi Zhengyan's reminder, Meng Qi had already figured out how to cure Duan Rui's soul-leaving syndrome. At the same time, he also remembered that the sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple had used a similar method to save two masters who had secretly learned Shaolin martial arts and become possessed. Is this the characteristic of Shaolin martial arts? If it is not a true inheritance, it is easy to go astray?
Duan Rui didn't know what Meng Qi was thinking, but said with expectation:
"Mr. Su, feel free to ask any questions."

Meng Qi first asked in a roundabout way: "When was the first time you felt the signs of soul separation syndrome?"

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Duan Rui thought carefully and said, "It should be not long after my adoptive father went mad and left. He became a beggar. It should not have been serious at the beginning. Because he was bullied many times, he had the 'evil's revenge'."

"What is the origin of your adoptive father?" Meng Qi asked.

Duan Rui said blankly: "Adoptive father is adoptive father."

"When did you meet your godfather?" Meng Qi asked bluntly.

Duan Rui finally understood what he meant. "Ten days before the monster went out of control, I found an injured old man in a hidden place outside the village. I bandaged him and helped him stop the bleeding. After he woke up, he didn't want to see outsiders, so he hid in a nearby cave. I often brought him yam and listened to his stories. I was very happy. Later, when he recovered from his injuries, he thanked me for saving his life and adopted me as his adopted son. He taught me a set of exercises to strengthen my body and has always been very good to me, like his own child."

Well, Duan Rui really doesn't have the strength to enter the depths of the back mountain. If he has learned the Yi Jin Jing, he must have been brought out by someone. Could it be that his adoptive father is a giant who practices poison skills in the poison pool in the back mountain? It seems that it is not that simple for the monster to get out of control... Meng Qi remained calm and continued to ask: "What are the characteristics of your adoptive father?"

"My godfather has very light eyebrows, a thin face, is probably in his forties or fifties, and has messy hair..." Duan Rui described carefully.

In the absence of obvious features, Meng Qi had no way of sketching out his appearance or guessing his identity based on the description of words alone, so he asked, "Besides this, did your adoptive father teach you any other skills or give you any other things?"

"No." Duan Rui answered affirmatively.

Meng Qi frowned and asked, "Does your foster father practice that set of physical fitness exercises?"

"Yes, I practice every night." Duan Rui answered affirmatively.

Meng Qi took a breath and asked, "Did your godfather go crazy later?"

Duan Rui's eyes froze, his expression full of shock. His adoptive father, who had practiced physical fitness exercises, went crazy, and he himself also suffered from soul-leaving syndrome and was close to going crazy. Could it be because of this?

Although there were only two samples and it was impossible to make a judgment, Meng Qi still went with the flow and said, "It seems that the cause of the Soul Separation Syndrome is related to this set of physical fitness exercises. You should stop for the time being and see if there is any impact."

"Okay, I'll do it." Duan Rui replied quickly. He was relieved to find the source.

Meng Qi pondered for a moment and said, "If you want to cure the Soul Separation Syndrome, you will probably have to start with this set of exercises. Why don't you practice it once and let me see if there are any problems?"

He was very curious about this. Could it be Yi Jin Jing? Shaolin Temple had been established for so many years, and there were countless monks who practiced Yi Jin Jing, but he had never heard of anyone being possessed by a demon or going crazy.

Duan Rui was anxious to cure the disease, and since it was just a set of ordinary kung fu to strengthen the body, he did not keep it secret. He lay down, curled up into a ball, put his hands on his lower abdomen, and pressed his legs against his chest. His posture was weird, and his breathing slowly became long.

Meng Qi's spirit was outward-looking, his mind was clear, vaguely reflecting the trajectory of Duan Rui's true qi flow, observing its changes and peeking into its core.

"It's like Buddhist Zen..." Meng Qi tried hard to remember the running route and the speed of the true energy. Duan Rui did not hide his thoughts at all.

After practicing for a week, Duan Rui changed his postures, and finally performed nine postures in total. They were all strange and bizarre. Moreover, the more he practiced, the stranger they felt to Meng Qi, as if they were becoming more and more incomplete and sinister.

Huh... Duan Rui exhaled and looked at Meng Qi eagerly: "Master Su, my godfather said that the order of posture training cannot be wrong, otherwise it will go astray. Could it be that the order he believed to be correct has been wrong all along?"

"It's possible. Please repeat the qi flow path of the posture in words again." Meng Qi wanted to verify what he sensed, and this would also show whether Duan Rui was lying or not.

Duan Rui answered honestly, which was consistent with the trajectory of the true energy flow reflected by Meng Qi.

He asked a few questions from time to time, and Duan Rui answered fluently, which was consistent with his cultivation status and did not seem like he was lying.

Neither of them expected that Qi Zhengyan, who was watching at the door, had already replicated the nine movements in the bronze bell in his body and was deducing the correct order. If Qi Zhengyan was given some time, he would be able to deduce the correct speed of practice.

This is because Qi Zhengyan's own realm is not high enough and his accumulated wisdom is insufficient. If it were Shang Yi, he would be confident that he could deduce the Yi Jin Jing's chapters on accumulating Qi, opening up the orifices, and even the exterior scenes in the near future.

Meng Qi memorized the nine postures and said:
"These nine postures are extraordinary when viewed individually, but if you practice them together, they will feel incomplete and mysterious, so it may really be a problem of sequence. You should stop practicing for the time being and forget about it."

Then, Meng Qi flipped his right hand and a thunder knife appeared in his hand, which startled Duan Rui.

"Mr. Su, what is this?"

Meng Qi smiled and said:

"Don't worry, although you have soul separation syndrome, you are definitely not evil. Or you can think of yourself as yang and the evil as yin. Yin and yang are of the same origin!"

As he spoke, he swung his sword, and the jumping silver-white snakes converged. Meng Qi slashed at the void with his sword, and the sound of wind disappeared. The sword's force seemed both hard and soft, both yin and yang, as if it was constantly transforming, and the yin and yang were interdependent and difficult to distinguish from each other.

The triad of yin and yang, what is the origin and what is the transformation?
The long sword fell, and at the last moment it turned from yin to yang, from soft to hard, shaking the room and causing a cloud of dust to fall from the roof.

"Yin and Yang are mutually rooted and have always been one and cannot be completely separated. This is a portrayal of you and the evil spirit. But as long as you can control it and all the dark thoughts in your own mind, you are you. How can there be any talk of the evil spirit? Do you understand?" Meng Qi used the sword to convey the truth and taught Duan Rui in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Duan Rui finally understood: "Thank you, Master Su, for your advice."

Then, golden light appeared around Meng Qi's body, and the Eight-Nine Profound Art was activated. He used the breathing method of the Great Freedom and Invincible Vajra Demon-Subduing Magical Ability to control his energy and placed one palm on Duan Rui's forehead.

It has a bit of the charm of an immortal touching my head, tying my hair and granting me immortality. It would be even better if what emerged was not Buddha's light, but the lingering immortal air.

Meng Qi complained in his heart, and the true meaning of Vajra Subduing Demons emerged, covering Duan Rui.

At this moment, Duan Rui seemed to be stimulated. His eyes turned dark and he stared at Meng Qi with malice and murderous intent. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of black liquid. This was Duan Rui's magic power that turned his saliva into poison. (End of this chapter)