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Chapter 343 He Yingqiu

"Let me go! I need to go see my mom. I heard someone calling my name!"

Zhang Meiqian was very anxious. She was so anxious that she forgot to think about why she was being held down by a living person.

"Quiet."

Hong Chen tapped his fingers lightly, and the power of the Heart Purifying Mantra calmed his soul.

Zhang Meiqian suddenly calmed down and her eyes became clear.

After a moment of hesitation, she looked at Hong Chen in surprise: "Can you see me?"

"Stop talking nonsense. What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Meiqian explained the situation before her death in a depressed mood: she had asked Ah Ping to make a dress for her mother, and she wanted to give it to her mother on her birthday. However, when she came to get the dress, she found that she did not have enough money, so she ran away with the dress on impulse. Later, Ah Ping did not call the police to investigate, but only asked her to give it back when she had money in the future. Zhang Meiqian felt bad, so she sold all her things at a low price for 600 yuan to pay for the dress.

Last night, she came to deliver the money and happened to meet Jin Zhengzhong, the Xuanwu boy of Jiajia Building, so she asked him to pass it on. As a result, she was strangled to death on the way back, and she didn't know who killed her.

After listening to her story, Hong Chen nodded.

Zhang Meiqian suddenly looked up at the top of the building and begged, "Sir, could you please let me in for a moment? I heard Xuanwu Tongzi calling my name again. Please let me go see my mother. I won't hurt anyone. I just want to see her."

"Oh, then go ahead."

Hong Chen let go and walked past her.

Zhang Meiqian was startled: "Sir?"

"Go have fun by yourself, and pretend you haven't seen me." Hong Chen didn't even turn his head.

Zhang Meiqian blinked, bowed, and flew directly onto the building.

Hong Chen got in the car, opened his phone and found an address, and the confinement started immediately.

After a while, Hong Chen took over the driving authority.

It’s not that he’s not good at walking because of confinement, but mobile phones in this era are really not fun at all, and it’s really boring for him to sit alone.

After delivering the clothes, Ping hurried back immediately, seemingly unaware of the sweat on his forehead.

When he entered the house, his mouth was very dry, but he did not go to get some water to drink immediately. Instead, he went to his mother's door, pushed it open and peeked inside.

Seeing the figure on the recliner in the dim room, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to drink some water.

"Ah Ping."

The call was cold and hard, without any ups and downs, which was creepy.

But Aping didn't care about these. He just felt that this voice gave him infinite sense of security.

"Mom!" Putting down the cup of water, he quickly walked into the room.

On the recliner, Ping's mother looked pale, her eyes were wide open, and her lips were dry and white. "A Ping, you went to deliver the clothes. Did you get the money?"

"Mom, I got it." Ah Ping quickly took out the money from his pocket, "Look, it's all here."

"Well, that's good. You're too shy. You'd be embarrassed to ask for it even if someone says they don't want it. If mom is gone one day, how would you live?"

Ah Ping did not feel constrained, but smiled and said, "Mom, don't say that. Aren't you always by my side now? We are living a good life."

"Yes. But you have to remember, don't have any contact with that slut next door anymore, do you hear me?" Ping's mother suddenly said sternly.

"Okay, I get it, Mom."

A Ping nodded awkwardly and reached out to gently pat the back of his mother's hand.

It was such an ordinary gesture of intimacy, but it made half of the people in the building hear Ping's mother's already unpleasant, sharp and piercing wail.

The eighteen generations of Aping's ancestors once again welcomed warm greetings from every household.

A ray of golden light suddenly burst out from A Ping's fingertips, and it rushed towards Ping's mother's body as fast as thunder and lightning. The wailing sound was heard at this time.

Thick smoke rose in the swirling golden light, and an extremely unpleasant fishy smell instantly spread.

In shock, Aping couldn't help but dry heave.

After he finished vomiting, the golden light had disappeared and Ping's mother was lying motionless on the recliner. Her originally pale and creepy face was covered with black cracks, like a piece of broken porcelain that was forcibly glued together, and seemed like it would break at the slightest touch.

A Ping cried out immediately but didn't dare to reach out and touch her. However, Ping's mother had no reaction at all.

After a long time, he seemed to have thought of something, turned around and rushed out.

"Mom, don't worry, I'll find someone to save you right away. She's saved you once, so she can do it this time too!"
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Elysium Arcade Center.

Through the locked rolling door, Hong Chen heard the noisy sounds coming from inside.

Although these voices do not come from living people, they do sound full of life.

In modern times, these ghosts seem to live more freely than their predecessors did a hundred years ago.

After all, in the past, these things had to be sealed in wine jars, and burning a stick of incense every morning and evening was considered happiness.

Hong Chen knocked on the door.

All the sounds inside suddenly disappeared.

If it were someone else, this instantaneous change would probably be enough to scare them away.

Hong Chen continued to knock on the door.

A few seconds later, a voice came from inside: "It's closed. Don't you check the business hours at the door?"

Hong Chen: "You don't want to do big business anymore?"

"How big a business is considered big?" "Do tens of millions or even hundreds of millions count?"

Soon, the rolling door opened, revealing a man in his forties.

His magical powers are average and one of his legs is lame.

The other party was also looking at Hong Chen. When he saw his clothes for the first time, He Yingqiu knew that he should be a wealthy man. When he saw his appearance for the second time, He Yingqiu couldn't help but wonder in his heart: How could such a young man with such a pretty face come to me for big business?

After thinking for a while, he frowned and said, "Young man, I rely on the game hall for my livelihood and retirement. I will not sell this store." As he said that, he pulled the door down.

Hong Chen supported himself with one hand.

"You misunderstood. I'm not here to buy your store. Why don't you go in and talk?"

He Yingqiu twitched his eyebrows, glanced at his hand, and stepped aside: "Come in."

Sit down in the inner room.

He Yingqiu poured him a cup of hot water and sat opposite him.

Then he ignored him and continued to burn incense to the tablet representing his master.

After he inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner, Hong Chen also stood up and walked over, took out three incense sticks and lit them on the candle.

He Yingqiu raised his eyebrows and watched him, and waited until he finished burning incense before asking, "Which sect do you belong to?"

"Maoshan Shangqing Sect." Having said that, Hong Chen turned around and sat back.

"Oh?" He Yingqiu's face suddenly brightened with smiles, and he clasped his fists and said, "So you are from the same sect. I was rude just now, I hope you can forgive me."

Hong Chen smiled and said, "Master He, you are too polite. Sit down and talk."

"it is good."

Hong Chen took a sip of tea and took the initiative to say: "Master He, I came here today mainly because I hope you can help me find something. As long as it is complete enough, the more historical it is, the better."

He Yingqiu frowned slightly: "I mainly sell some of the things I made here to save some time and reduce some burden for my fellow practitioners."

"Master He, I know you have a wide range of friends, so I came here specifically to ask you for help. Don't worry, as long as you can find what I want, whether it's you or any other middleman, I will give you a reward as a thank you."

"But……"

"One hundred thousand."

"what?"

"One hundred thousand per person."

"I will handle it!"

It’s not that He Yingqiu loves money, but that Hong Chen gave him too much.

Moreover, although it may be necessary to ask for help in such matters, if the middleman can earn 100,000 yuan, it is not certain who owes whom a favor.

"What are you looking for?" He Yingqiu became interested.

Hong Chen smiled and said, "Alchemy furnace."

Hearing this, He Yingqiu looked surprised.

It should be noted that the Shangqing School emphasizes the cultivation of the essence, energy and spirit in the human body, and emphasizes the practice of meditation and contemplation of the images of the gods. Through meditation, the gods of heaven and earth can enter the human body, and the gods of the human body and the gods of heaven and earth can blend together, thus achieving immortality and flying to the Shangqing realm.

The main methods of practice include meditation, breathing in, swallowing saliva, chanting mantras, and wearing talismans.

Do not focus on refining external elixirs.

Of course, Ge Hong, the founder of Southern Maoshan, is the representative of the Danding School, so Maoshan is not completely against refining external elixirs.

It was just that Hong Chen said that he was from the Shangqing Sect and now he wanted to make an alchemy furnace, so he was surprised.

However, He Yingqiu did not ask the reason. The alchemy furnace was not a prohibited item, so there was no need to find out the reason.

After thinking for a while, He Yingqiu said, "There are fewer and fewer things like alchemy furnaces now. After all, the Taoists themselves rarely make elixirs anymore, and most people in the world believe that elixirs made with alchemy furnaces contain heavy metal poisons."

This is quite true.

Mercury and cinnabar were the most commonly used materials for alchemy in the past, but modern people, unless they are stupid, would not put them in their mouths.

“Master He, don’t worry. Although I need the alchemy furnace, I don’t use it to make food.”

"That's good. However, you said the earlier the better. I'm afraid it's hard to find. Those alchemy furnaces from hundreds of years ago are antiques now, and most of them are in the mainland. It's not easy to transport them to Hong Kong."

Hong Chen said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, try to find someone who can trade, I don't mind even if it's at the price of antiques."

He Yingqiu: "Those that can be traded may not be found very early."

"The Waidan School originated in the Qin and Han dynasties and flourished in the Wei and Jin dynasties. The alchemy furnaces of these times are definitely prohibited from being traded, and I don't expect to get them. But the Qing dynasty is too recent, so I'll try to find one from the Ming dynasty, and it's best if it's large."

He Yingqiu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded gently: "Okay, I'll call and contact my connections early tomorrow morning and help you find it as soon as possible."

Hong Chen nodded, "Okay, thank you very much." After a pause, he added, "Seven days. If you still can't find a suitable alchemy furnace within seven days, then Master He, please change your mindset and help me find a master to customize an alchemy furnace. The design, materials, etc. should all be the best possible. Price is not a problem."

Anyway, it’s all American taxpayers’ money that’s being spent.

"Okay, leave it to me!" He Yingqiu was finally convinced that this was a big deal that could be done no matter what, and the smile on his face naturally became more and more prosperous.

After a moment, Hong Chen stood up and left.

He Yingqiu held up the business card and said, "Hong Chen? This is the first time I've heard of this name. I wonder which master or senior's disciple he is. But he doesn't look simple. It shows that our Maoshan is still full of talents today. Haha, good news, good news!!"

(End of this chapter)