Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 90
"It seems that someone forced your master to do these things, right." Fatty Wang licked his lips and said.

Ye Feng nodded, and there are four pieces of information he has learned so far:
One, the master was indeed under some kind of threat. The elder brother's wife and children were all locked up there as bargaining chips, and the purpose is still unknown.

Two, I was indeed the most critical part of the whole incident, but I was only four or five years old at that time, why did that force take a fancy to me?

Third, Master said that those forces can be organized directly to accomplish the ultimate goal, but they seem to have some difficulties and have no choice to organize, or in other words, there is no possibility to organize together again.

Fourth, since I am the most critical link, what Zhuge Ming said "you will die" probably has something to do with that ultimate goal.

Ye Feng laid out these, and everyone who listened was stunned. Shu Bing spoke first: "What do you mean by this purpose and power? Could it be the Shenxiao faction?"

"The Shenxiao faction is not worthy." Ye Feng shook his head, "At most they are at the same level as Maoshan. Although they have the Zixiao Shenlei who is the head of the seven unique skills, but with all due respect, the Shangqing Thunder method will not be inferior to it."

"What else could it be?"

Ye Feng didn't know either, and could only sigh. The information brought out by this tape at most explained the matter of the elder brother's wife and children, and at the same time brought out more mysteries.

What do you have on yourself?He doesn't have more arms and legs than others, so why must the ultimate goal be to die by himself?
If it was really that simple, it would be enough to just kill myself when I was four years old.

Ye Feng felt that it was not right to think this way. This was a tape made more than ten years ago. They should have a very long-term plan to accomplish that goal, but the core of this plan is what they want to do by themselves? ...

After a night of nothing, the next day, the fat man received an unfamiliar number:

Excuse me, is it Daoist Ye?
"You are?" The fat man had just woken up, but his mind was still in a daze.

"Oh, I'm Fu Letie, about yesterday's incident..." The voice on the other end of the phone was a little anxious.

"Wow! Fu Letie actually called me! I'm not dreaming!" Fatty Wang jumped up from the sofa, "Can you sign me?"

"Uh... yes, but is Daoist Ye here..." Fu Letie asked.

Ye Feng answered the phone, "I am."

"Daozhang Ye..." Fu Ledie breathed a sigh of relief, "You can't really be Ye Feng, a disciple of Maoshan's inner sect, right?"

"If not, would you call me?" Ye Feng asked back.

"Then yesterday, I really couldn't see Mount Tai. Mr. Hou is probably going to regret it now." Fu Ledie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you going to tell me about the blood-raised kid?" Ye Feng asked directly without going around the corner.

"Well, where are you now, is it convenient for me to go there?" Fu Leti seemed to think that he couldn't explain clearly on the phone.

"Send me your address, and I'll go over there." Since Liu Lin's sister and brother lived temporarily in Xia's villa, Xia Shihan's resentment has grown, and Ye Feng has brought many girls home one after another.

In order to avoid suspicion, it is better to go out by yourself.

"Then please trouble Daoist Ye." Fu Ledie sent an address, and Ye Feng dragged Fatty Wang there.

It was a high-end residential area, and Ye Feng went through a lot of trouble, and finally Fu Ledie came out to pick up his security guard before letting him go.

"Ma Dan, a security guard is so rampant!" Fatty Wang scolded disapprovingly.

"Okay, it's all for me to eat, and I'm doing my duty." Ye Feng patted the fat man on the shoulder.

Fu Letie smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, Daoist Ye."

However, Ye Feng's indifferent attitude made Fu Ledie feel good about it. Those people from the Taoist circle in the past were not arrogant and domineering.

After Ye Feng entered Fu Letie's house, she smelled an evil smell of blood emanating from her bedroom.

Seeing Ye Feng staring at her bedroom, Fu Ledie let go of her hanging heart: "Daozhang Ye is indeed an expert."

She took Ye Feng into the bedroom, and Ye Feng saw the incense altar on the table and a magical golden little ghost.

The little ghost's head was big, his legs were crossed, his eyes were half-closed, he looked like a Buddha.

It's just that the color is really weird, and it's the first time he's seen the golden-yellow kid.

"You little devil, where did you invite me?"

"A friend." Fu Letie replied somewhat covertly.

She didn't want to say, and Ye Feng was not in a hurry to ask. After watching this little ghost, the three of them returned to the sofa in the living room: "You are looking for me, what's the matter?"

Fu Letie was a little surprised that Ye Feng asked this question, "Of course it's about that kid..."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Ye Feng smiled, "According to what Fatty said, it should be very easy to find an expert in the kind of Dao circle parties you go to and from. How could you find someone like me who was still despised yesterday? Where is the Taoist?"

"You were despised yesterday because we didn't know Taishan with our eyes. As an inner disciple of Maoshan, he will be respected wherever he goes." Fu Letie smiled embarrassingly.

"You didn't answer my question directly." Ye Feng shook his head, "What I asked was why you didn't find other masters in the Dao circle, but directly came to me.

And judging from your confirmation of my identity just now, it is obvious that you still maintained a skeptical attitude before, how could it be purely aimed at my identity as an inner disciple of Maoshan. "

"I..." Fu Ledie was a little overwhelmed by Ye Feng's questioning, rubbing the corner of her clothes, not knowing how to answer.

"Because you raise a kid, you don't want anyone to know about it, especially the man who attended with you last night." Ye Feng guessed it first, "There should be something unspeakable about the origin of this kid."

Fu Letie looked at Ye Feng with his mouth wide open in surprise, "I never thought that Daoist Ye is very good at catching ghosts, and his analytical ability is second to none. That's right, I really can't let my boss know about this little ghost."

"Are you looking for me just because you are afraid? According to my guess, this kid shouldn't have caused you any serious backlash yet." Now that he guessed the motive, Ye Feng is the purpose of the search this time.

"You made a mistake this time." Fu Letie smiled wryly and shook her head, "Recently, I've started having nightmares about this kid."

Ye Feng was a little surprised, how could he come so fast.

Fu Leti said that she has been troubled by a nightmare recently. She dreamed that this little ghost kept tearing her scalp.

The first day was to tear off the scalp, but as time went by, this brat began to peel off his skin, starting from the head and continuing to peel off, until today, it has peeled off to the chest.

During the whole process, Fu Letie could only watch his body being torn apart step by step like an outsider, unable to make any sound, unable to make any movements, until the day was bright and he woke up. From time to time, you will find that the bed can be left with a human shape by sweat, and the kid is also placed on the table neatly.

She recalled the horrible scene in her dream, and really wondered if there was something wrong with her support, but she never heard from the seller.

She wanted to find a master in the dao circle, but her network of contacts in the dao circle were all expanded by the boss Ren Qiang. Once she found them, Ren Qiang would definitely know.

"You have indeed started to raise your blood, right?" Ye Feng was concerned about this point, Fu Letie nodded, saying that there is no way, an audition for a popular film and television drama will be held soon, and this time she must win the heroine .

"Couldn't it be the Gongdouju with an investment of [-] million yuan!" Fatty Wang interjected, and Fu Letie hummed.

"Your purpose of raising a kid is also to make your star journey more smooth.

Similarly, because of the existence of this purpose, you don't want Ren Qiang to know that you have achieved your current achievements by relying on the little devil, so that he will no longer reuse you, right? "Ye Feng asked, Fu Ledie nodded as an admission.

"Crazy, I've been listening to you talking about blood nourishment. Is this a way to raise little ghosts?" the fat man asked.

"Yes, but it is the most crooked one. Generally speaking, it is enough to raise a normal little ghost by offering incense and tribute every day. If you want the little ghost to help you as quickly as possible, you have to leave some food on it every morning. Sprinkling three drops of blood to speed up his practice, but this method can easily cause the person who raises the kid to suffer backlash."

After Ye Feng explained, he took a look at Fu Letie: "You are really confused."

When Ye Feng said that, Fu Ledie also blushed.

"Hey, you can't say that. Die Die is so beautiful, and she doesn't want to be ruled by unspoken rules. It's a helpless move to raise a kid." Fatty Wang even started to defend his idol.

"Oh, what do you mean, the stars who became famous through their own efforts are extinct? All of them rely on unspoken rules?" Ye Feng asked back.

"You said it, I didn't say it." Fatty Wang shrugged and stopped arguing.

"What kind of ghost does this little ghost belong to? Do you know?" Ye Feng knew very little about this kind of little ghost, especially the Gumanthong culture in Thailand. Once it went beyond the scope of Taoism, he would be blind.

"I don't know, he just said, as long as I buy this, it will definitely make me a star, and I will become famous within three years." Fu Ledie shook his head.

If you want to cut off the connection between the little ghost and the donor, you must know what it is. After thinking about it, I took a photo of the little ghost sculpture with my mobile phone and sent it to Senior Brother Chen Liang. Ask what it is.

Brother Chen Liang's Maoshan carving technique is similar to that of Thai amulets, and he may understand this Gumanthong culture.

Chen Liang didn't seem to be busy there, so he quickly replied to Ye Feng.

"Guizai Ditong Guman." Chen Liang's answer was very concise.

Ye Feng couldn't laugh or cry, this brother Chen Liang really cherishes words like gold, so can't he tell himself a little more information?

Just as Ye Feng was about to put away his phone, he received a long message from Chen Liang.

(End of this chapter)