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Chapter 17 We Don't Do Metaphysics

Shen Nanxiang's face changed drastically: "Is Caici unable to return to the ancient tomb?"

"Officer Wei will escort the artifacts to the museum, don't worry."

Lu Qingfei paused and asked, "Do you know what his occupation is?"

Although Shen Nanxiang is an ancient person, he has lived for thousands of years and should know that the police are trustworthy.

Shen Nanxiang's expression eased slightly and he nodded: "I know, Commander Gao Leng."

Lu Qingfei: “…”

She shouldn't have asked.

After hearing from Wei Ze that Liu Guanyun would also come, Lu Qingfei stayed a little longer.

"Just now, that someone..." Wei Ze didn't know how to address Shen Nanxiang. Ghost? Princess? Neither seemed polite.

Lu Qingfei understood his hesitation and said, "It's still there, but you can't see it."

When she retracted her evil spirit, no one could see Shen Nanxiang anymore.

Wei Ze seemed to understand, but didn't ask any more questions. He chose to look at Mei Kaihan, who looked as pale as death.

The demonic aura of the third senior brother was jumping in his palm.

Lu Qingfei looked at the rosy clouds in the sky, his eyes turned slowly and a smile appeared on his lips.

Shen Nanxiang picked at his fingers and stammered, "That, that..."

Lu Qingfei glanced sideways: "Which one."

"Can you burn a copy of the novel for me?" Shen Nanxiang sighed, "I haven't read the finale yet. According to the author's update rhythm, it will take another 135 years to finish."

The colored porcelain is safe in the museum and there is no need to worry about it being stolen by tomb robbers. Shen Nanxiang will enter the cycle of reincarnation and will no longer be dependent on ceramics.

Lu Qingfei: "Do you think the author will still be alive one hundred and thirty-five years later?"

Shen Nanxiang was refreshed and said with a happy smile: "That's right, then I'll wait for the author at Naihe Bridge."

Author: Help! Readers are waiting for me at Naihe Bridge!
Looking at Shen Nanxiang, Lu Qingfei looked thoughtful.

If every cultural relic had a Shen Nanxiang, archaeologists would probably be laughing in their dreams.

Without too much research, you can know the past and present of the cultural relics.

The carnival in the archaeological community allows the cultural relics to tell their own history!
After a while, Lu Qingfei rejected this idea in his heart.

Shen Nanxiang was too wronged, and there can't be another one. Besides, if the cultural relics are allowed to explain their past and present lives, what are archaeologists for?
As a mascot?
Sirens sounded in the distance, getting closer and closer.

The police arrived quickly and were extremely efficient.

Lu Qingfei aimed at his target, walked straight towards the thin old man, and handed him the talisman paper that had been restored to its original state.

"Master Liu, thank you for the talisman paper."

Liu Guanyun and his apprentice were a little surprised. They didn't expect that the loan would be returned.

Liu Guanyun took it and asked casually, "Which Taoist temple is Wuji Sect?"

He searched through various channels but could not find any information about the Wuji Sect.

Lu Qingfei smiled slightly and said, "It's not a Taoist temple. We don't do metaphysics."

She seemed to be saying, "I am a scientist and don't believe in metaphysics."

Before Liu Guanyun opened his mouth, the middle-aged policeman called him over.

Lu Qingfei was focused on the live broadcast, so he didn't stay long. He returned the talisman paper and left.

Arrest Mei Kaihan and search the house thoroughly to see if there are other illegal cultural relics.

After a while, I was busy all over.

The middle-aged policeman saw Weize playing with his phone and patted him on the back of his head: "How is the matter going?"

"Ms. Lu doesn't want a banner. She said that following the account is her way of thanking her."

"Is there such a good thing?" The middle-aged policeman was suspicious. "Are you being clever and not giving them the banner to save money and brains?"

"It's unfair. She really said that just following the account would be enough!"

When the middle-aged policeman was hesitating between believing and not believing, Wei Ze asked, "How about you guys pay attention to it too?"

Liu Guanyun's apprentice was very interested: "Okay."

The clever disciple was paying attention to the anchor, while the master was frowning in confusion. The evil spirit in this house flickered on and off, which was really weird.

Liu Guanyun's face was solemn. He caught a glimpse of his apprentice's mobile phone screen, which was the anchor's homepage.

His profile picture is a photo of the Wuji Sect’s stone gate, and his nickname is “I live broadcast my cultivation in the human world”.

Thinking of what Lu Qingfei said, Liu Guanyun felt particularly complicated.

Not metaphysics, but cultivation of immortality, right?
"Master," the apprentice said gloatingly, "she is even more superstitious than us!"

When you take fifty steps, you laugh at those who take a hundred steps; when you engage in metaphysics, you laugh at those who practice Taoism.

Liu Guanyun took his apprentice's phone, squinted to see the words under the avatar, and was stunned.

Personal introduction of the anchor——

I am originally a traveler in this mortal world, but once I enter the Tao, I will enjoy freedom and happiness.

"Master Liu, you are truly amazing this time!" Wei Ze praised loudly.

Liu Guanyun was inexplicably praised and glanced at him.

Wei Ze: "The disciples you taught are super strong. I used to be a little bit skeptical about metaphysics, but after this experience, I completely believe it. I am completely convinced! Even Stanford is not as convinced as me!"

Liu Guanyun's apprentice was confused and pointed at himself: "Me, super strong?"

How come I don’t know?
Wei Ze took his hand away, "It's not you. It's another disciple, Lu Qingfei."

"Fortunately, Master Liu asked her to come in advance, otherwise Mei Kaihan would have run away with the cultural relics. And that evil thing called the Iron Man with a Tender Heart is super spooky."

The veins on Liu Guanyun's forehead jumped fiercely: "Evil thing?"

"Yes." Weizer looked around and shrugged, "I can't see it now."

Liu Guanyun thought of the vague evil aura and felt a chill in his heart. He did not show any signs of evil and only looked serious.

It seems that Lu Qingfei used his name to deal with the evil spirit, and used Wei Ze as a witness to get away with it.

She is so unpredictable.

Liu Guanyun frowned and thought for a while, then he roughly figured out an idea.

The Wuji Sect is most likely fabricated.

He is not a regular Xuanmen apprentice and acts mysteriously. There is only one possibility -

A wild Taoist priest who practices evil magic.

Can't figure it out.

It's clearly looking like the roots are just beginning to grow.

Why do you have to take the crooked path?
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As dusk fell, the sun slowly sank into the horizon, leaving behind a golden-red afterglow that spread over the mountains and forests like molten gold.

The mountains beside Lingxiao Mountain have better forests and water sources than Lingxiao Mountain. In the past few months, when Lu Qingfei had nothing to do, he would go there to breathe fresh air.

By the way, pick up the dead person’s paper ingots.

In the absence of yellow paper, Lu Qingfei usually cut paper ingots and used them as yellow paper.

Although the power will be weakened, it's still free.

The evening breeze blew by, bringing with it a hint of coolness, stirring the leaves and making a rustling sound.

Lu Qingfei leaned against a lush green tree, the red hairband tied on her left wrist fluttering in the wind.

She raised her hand to her brow and looked at the cemetery in the distance.

Not to mention, her behavior of lurking around is quite like that of a thief.

The sun set, the sky and the earth became dark, and Lu Qingfei went out.

She picked up a piece of wild grass, walked slowly to the grave, bent down and picked up the paper ingots.

But before he could touch it, a cold wind blew the paper ingot away.

Lu Qingfei tried to pick up another paper ingot, but it was blown away again.

The cool breeze blew her long black hair and brushed across her fair cheeks. She stood up straight and stared at the weeds.

Who is there.

(End of this chapter)