Dao Fruit

Tonight, Qiu Yan first abolished Song Nu's cultivation, and then sent Bi Ying away. Then he took advantage of the opportunity to stabilize his heroic spirit, and captured three masters of life cultivation in one fell swoop, shocking and frightening away two living souls.

Establish your authority!

There have been so many things before and after, but now the night is dark, the moon is high, and ordinary people have already rested.

But Zhang Zhen came to the door at this time. Judging from his appearance, he looked in a hurry and his clothes were messy. It was obvious that as soon as he heard the news of Qiu Yan's return, he put aside other things and rushed over as soon as possible.

From these details, Qiu Yan could tell how anxious and in a hurry Zhang Zhen was when he came this time, and then realized that the other party must be in a lot of trouble and needed his help.

Many thoughts passed through his mind, and Qiu Yan said, "If you have anything to say, please say it slowly."

"This matter is too urgent. I have been living in Qingchang County for the past half month. I just want to come over as soon as my brother comes back..." At this point, Zhang Zhen realized that he was indeed a little abrupt. Qiu Yan had just come back from a long journey, and before he could rest, he came to the door in the middle of the night, which was quite disturbing to the peace. "Look at me, I was just in a hurry and didn't notice the time. Please don't blame me, dear brother."

He made a complaint, and Qiu Yan took the opportunity to ask.

Zhang Zhen then revealed the reason: "In the past month, there have been too many evil spirits in Yuanning City. First, several residential buildings collapsed for no reason, causing many casualties, and then there was an epidemic. Fortunately, the prefect responded appropriately and controlled the epidemic. , opened Huimincang and Changpingcang, and even mobilized wealthy households to survive the crisis. Who would have thought that once the epidemic subsided, the prefect and the wealthy households who did good deeds would all fall ill!"

After hearing this, Qiu Yan said thoughtfully, "I guess your father must be one of these rich families."

Zhang Zhen nodded and said: "That's it. My Zhang family usually does business. Although we do some things, we still know the right and wrong. When it's time to spend money, we will never be stingy with money. Otherwise, we will lose our moral character and be happy in this life and in the next life." ”

When he talked about what happened at home, his face was full of worry: "Something strange happened this time. All the officials and merchants involved fell ill. They sought medical treatment but there was no improvement. People said that it was because of the evil spirits. Brother He invited a Taoist priest to perform the ritual, but before he could perform the ritual, he fell ill and didn't know how to do it. Only then did he realize how powerful it was!"

Hearing this, Qiu Yan knew that the matter was by no means simple. Thinking of the fact that Yuan Ning Mansion's Shinto was empty after Yin Xiao'e left, he couldn't help but said: "Since even the Taoist priests who practice it have been affected, it is indeed not an ordinary thing. However, maybe it is. Because of Feng Shui, why not take my uncle away from the city and find another place to cultivate, maybe he can get rid of the evil spirits in a different place."

Zhang Zhen sighed and shook his head: "No one has thought of this method. Two families took people out of the city. As a result, the patient died suddenly as soon as he left the city!"

At this point, he suddenly bent down. Coughing violently!

The servant who was following him quickly stepped forward, tapped his back and shoulders, and began to hold it. The servant's muscles and bones crackled as he moved his hands, clearly possessing a certain level of martial arts cultivation.

Seeing this, Qiu Yan's heart moved. Although the person stood still, the living soul quietly came out of the body. As soon as the living soul came out, the heavenly soul mist in the soul spread and spread, covering Zhang Zhen in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, three sparks appeared on Zhang Zhen's shoulders.

Fortune, wealth and longevity.

People have three souls, each of which is different and connected with luck. Ordinary people have no way of sensing it without practicing. However, Qiu Yan has condensed the heavenly soul and can know blessings and misfortunes. Although he has not studied this method thoroughly and is not yet proficient in its use. But after leaving the body, when the smoke of the heavenly soul envelopes a place, one can see the happiness and longevity of others, and remotely sense gains and losses.

At this moment, Qiu Yan immediately discovered the clue.

The three fires on Zhang Zhen's shoulders were swaying unsteadily. Among them, the Lu fire was dim and showed signs of being extinguished. The remaining two fires also appeared to be floating, as if shrouded in mist. This was a sign that the foundation was shaken.

"It seems that someone is coveting the Zhang family's money."

The most important thing is simplicity. Sometimes things seem complicated. Once you find the key, you can sort out the priorities, clarify the context, and deal with it.

With a change of thought, he collected the Heavenly Soul Smoke, and Qiu Yan's living soul returned to his body.

At this time, Zhang Zhen also stopped coughing, but his face was red from holding in and he looked out of breath.

But regardless of anything else, Zhang Zhen still wanted to speak, but was stopped by Qiu Yan.

"Brother Zhang has roughly explained what happened. You can't solve the problem by being anxious at this moment. You might as well calm down and collect your thoughts first, and then tell them in detail so that you don't miss anything. In this way, you may be able to notice the things you originally neglected. "

After Qiu Yan finished speaking, a "woo woo" sound suddenly came from the kitchen.

"This is the water I boiled. Brother Zhang will go to the study to sit down first. He is not suffering from any serious illness. He is not happy with the medicine."

When you get a disease, if you don't think about it, sometimes you can heal yourself without medicine.

There was a hint of calming power in Qiu Yan's words. Although Zhang Zhen was anxious, he gradually calmed down after hearing these words and was helped into the study by his servants.

Qiu Yan walked into the kitchen.

The stove fire was rising, and there was no boiling water anywhere. But Qiu Yan picked up the cooking utensil, took water from the air, and put the water on the fire to steam. Within a moment, the water actually boiled.

"Zhang Zhen and I have a close friendship. He is now shaken. If he doesn't settle down as soon as possible, even if he gets through the current difficulties, there will be sequelae that will affect his longevity."

After pondering slightly, Qiu Yan's soul came out of his body, released the Sutra bookshelf and turned around in the air. His calming breath fell down and landed in the tea cup.

After doing this, he poured water and made tea, found a tray, and carried it into the study.

This scene was seen by the long sword and ancient seal script in the corner of the courtyard, but it made the two spirits with extraordinary origins feel cold in their hearts.

"This Qiu Yan has just taken down a few three soul masters, and now he is drinking tea and chatting with others like a normal person." The sense of the long sword extends to the straw not far away, feeling the blood under the grass Fluctuating, feeling cold in my heart.

"Did you see it? This is the effect of the way of sexual cultivation. Mount Tai collapses but the color remains unchanged!" Even though the eight-character ancient seal script was equally frightening, he would not let go of the opportunity to strike the long sword.

"Joke!" The long sword retorted with a clang, "Don't forget how those three people were captured by Qiu Yan! That was a real life-cultivating skill! Besides, those two sex-cultivating monks didn't even dare to take action. Scared away!"

"You are too shallow," the eight-character ancient seal script shook, "I did not see the traces of sexual cultivation in Qiu's words and deeds. Sexual cultivation does not only refer to cultivation, but also has the meaning of cultivating hope and building momentum..."

"I think it's your strong words!"

As soon as they started arguing about long swords and ancient seal scripts, they suddenly forgot about everything else.

On the other side, in the study room, after drinking tea, Zhang Zhen became calmer and his expression returned to normal.

"My father is seriously ill and cannot be cured. I never thought that Sun Xingming, who was also ill, suddenly got better. I went over to inquire in person, and then I found out that it was because of your calligraphy!"

"My words?" Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes.

Zhang Zhen's eyes lit up: "Yes, Sun Xingming is a person who loves calligraphy. Since I saw your calligraphy, I came to your door twice, but by some strange combination of circumstances, I couldn't get what I wanted, so I asked for two of them. This time He was seriously ill and thought he could not be cured, so he gave up on seeking medical treatment and instead spent all day admiring calligraphy and painting. Unexpectedly, after reading your calligraphy one day, his condition actually improved! My father followed the same method and got better!"

Speaking of this, he showed excitement.

"I have often heard that ancient people's writing had rhyme and could ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters. I thought it was a fiction, but now I know that I am not deceived! I think it is the sage's way in my heart that flows into my pen when I am writing, so that it can have such effects!"

He spoke so hastily that he couldn't catch his breath and started coughing again.

Qiu Yan shook his head secretly, he knew his own family affairs.

The characters on Zhang Zhen's hand were written by Qiu Yan when he was practicing calligraphy. When he was practicing calligraphy, he not only practiced calligraphy, but also integrated it into the soul method, which was considered a kind of skill.

Every time you write a stroke, you must mobilize the memory of the article in the soul, which has the effect of shaping the soul. Therefore, although the pen practice does not reveal the charm, it still contains literary spirit. Even if it cannot mobilize the power of order in the world, it can still control the gate and settle the house. It's just that, as time goes by, the literary spirit in the words will fade away, and they will eventually become commonplace, unlike the calligraphy and painting of sages and great Confucian scholars, which are timeless and difficult to change through the ages.

Sure enough, Zhang Zhen calmed down his cough and continued: "With the incident of Sun Xing's name, and the reputation of my good brother in Wu Xin Wenhui, many patients knew that I had your calligraphy treasures and asked for them one after another. The government Several adults also sent people over, but out of sympathy, they had to scatter all the words. Unexpectedly, after a few days, the remaining paintings gradually withered and turned yellow, and my father fell ill again..."

At this point, he sighed.

Qiu Yan thought for a while and then said: "I'm not very clear about the reason, but from Brother Zhang's description, those words can only delay the disease at best, but treating the symptoms rather than the root cause will ultimately be difficult to eradicate."

"It's not like I don't know, I just have no other way! I heard that my dear brother is now a master of calligraphy, maybe..." Zhang Zhen shook his head, his face turned gloomy, and his whole spirit gradually became decadent.

Seeing this, Qiu Yan frowned and said, "How about this? Brother Zhang will rest for the night in Qingchang. Tomorrow, I will pack my bags and go to Fucheng with you. If some ink is really useful, I can write a few more by then." That’s it…”

"How can this happen! You have just come back, and the Yuanning Mansion is very evil now. What if the good brother goes there and is contaminated with evil..." Zhang Zhen shook his head repeatedly.

"It's fine if I don't know. Now that I know, how can I be timid? Brother Zhang helped me back then, and the prefect also valued me a lot. He wanted to go there because of both emotion and reason."

"Alas..." Zhang Zhen still wanted to refuse, but thinking of his old father who was ill in bed, he couldn't speak.

Seeing his tired face, Qiu Yan stood up to see him off.

When Zhang Zhen and others were going out, a sleepy bug flew out of Qiu Yan's sleeve and stuck to Zhang Zhen.

"Yuanning Mansion has indeed undergone great changes."

After closing the courtyard door, Qiu Yan did not go back to the study. Instead, he went straight to the corner of the courtyard, looked at the pile of straw, and said, "Since you are all awake, stop pretending. Do you still want to ambush me and take me by surprise?" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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