The heavens: pushing across all realms

"That reporter, your friend?"

Feng Ji walked out, saw A Cong at the door, and asked.

Ah Cong smiled awkwardly: "No."

Feng Ji smiled and Huang Yongfa followed.

"If she keeps chasing her, something will happen sooner or later."

Huang Yongfa said as he rode on his bicycle, seemingly ready to go back.

Feng Ji said: "Don't worry about her, she just wanted to die on her own."

Huang Yongfa sighed and asked: "She wants to be interviewed, why don't you agree?"

"Didn't you agree too?"

"It does no good for ordinary people to know that ghosts exist."

Feng Ji smiled: "I don't think so. At least ordinary people know that there are ghosts and they are afraid when they do bad things."

Huang Yongfa shook his head: "In that case, people will live in fear forever, and some powerful people will reach out to interfere with the Yin and Yang worlds."

Feng Ji smiled: "Do you think no one will intervene now?"

Huang Yongfa was startled, then looked at the female ghost beside Feng Ji with her neck crooked, and thought thoughtfully: "Is she related to those two amnesia girls?"

Feng Ji nodded slightly: "She was the girl who died on the set."

Huang Yongfa nodded: "Then get busy, I won't ask any more questions."

With that said, he got on the bike, turned around, and was about to leave when he suddenly asked again: "Since you are not worried about ordinary people knowing about the existence of ghosts, why don't you accept her interview?"

Feng Ji chuckled: "It's just because the female reporter is unhappy."

Huang Yongfa suddenly laughed and rode home.

Feng Ji looked at A Cong and said, "Do you know Aunt Mei?"

Ah Cong was stunned and looked a little nervous: "What's wrong?"

"Take me to her and ask her something."

Ah Cong hesitated for a moment and said: "Master, that woman is a bit virtuous. She is different from Fa Zai. She is a bit evil."

Feng Ji patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, just take me there."

"good."

Ah Cong immediately got into the car and Feng Ji sat in the back seat.

At this time, the reporter Fang Zining hurriedly chased him out, shouting: "Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Feng Ji said: "Ignore her."

Ah Cong glanced at Fang Zining's long legs reluctantly, but still stepped on the accelerator and roared away.

Fang Zining stomped angrily from behind, immediately ran to his car, started the car and followed closely.

Feng Ji sat in the car and said, "Tell me, why are you looking for me?"

A Chong was stunned: "What?"

"Not talking to you."

Ah Cong's scalp went numb for a moment, and she looked around and in the rearview mirror, but she didn't see anyone.

He immediately understood that there was a ghost in the car.

His heart was pounding and he was sweating profusely.

In the back seat that he couldn't see, a female ghost with a crooked neck was floating next to Feng Ji.

"Please, save...save Tongtong."

Feng Ji frowned and asked, "What happened in the hotel that day?"

"I have no idea."

"Then why do you want me to save her? What danger is she in?"

"There's... there's a ghost following her..."

"It's impossible. I've seen her and there's no ghost."

"have……"

Li Yuehan said stubbornly.

Feng Ji frowned and recalled that the two women seemed to be entangled with Yin Qi, but he really didn't see any ghosts entangled in them.

After thinking for a while, Feng Ji said: "When I finish my work, I will go over and take a look."

Li Yuehan tilted her neck and sat next to him.

Feng Ji glanced at her: "Is there anything else?"

"I can not go back."

"What's the meaning?"

"Something won't let me go back."

"What?" Feng Ji asked doubtfully.

Li Yuehan shook his head, unable to explain.

Feng Ji thought for a while: "You should follow me during this period."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and rested.

Ah Cong looked back carefully for a few times. After finally arriving at the destination, she secretly took out the jade pendant, covered it on her eyelids, and turned to look in the rearview mirror.

Seeing this, Li Yuehan tilted her neck and rolled her eyes, staring at him.

Their eyes met, Ah Cong suddenly put down the jade pendant, her heart was beating wildly, the words "fuck" rolled in her heart, and she almost screamed.

"Nima, it's not easy to meet a female ghost. Why is it so scary?"

He complained in his heart, then turned to look at Feng Ji behind him, and whispered: "Master, we are here."

Feng Ji opened his eyes and looked to the side of the road. It was so late and only one shop was open.

Under the dim neon lights, red lantern signs flickered on the windows upstairs.

"[A date in this life]"

The LED formed these four words, which made Feng Ji slightly stunned.

"This is where Aunt Mei stays?"

Ah Cong nodded repeatedly: "Aunt Mei opened a matchmaker shop here, where she introduces people to people. She also does fortune telling, divination, dream interpretation, etc. part-time. I heard people say that she also does ghost marriage and other things. It’s wider than Fat Tsai.”

Feng Ji couldn't help but marvel, who would have thought that the psychic would actually become a matchmaker.

"Let's go up and have a look."

At that moment, Ah Cong took Feng Ji and pushed open the shop front.

The decoration on the first floor is quite European and American, selling some paintings, flowers, suits, wedding dresses, rings and the like.

At the front desk, there was a middle-aged woman, dressed in a very fashionable style, with lips dyed bright red, as sexy as if they were stained with blood.

She was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, her nails were long and dyed blue, and she was giggling while looking at the computer.

She didn't know what she was looking at, but the light from the computer screen was a little green, which reflected on her face, making it look indescribably weird.

"Aunt Mei?"

Ah Cong greeted him cautiously. He was very carefree and carefree towards ordinary people, but when facing a psychic, he was as cautious as a cat seeing a mouse.

Aunt Mei looked up and saw Ah Cong, and immediately laughed: "Is it you? If you don't follow Huang Yongfa, why are you here with me? Looking for a partner?"

Ah Cong immediately smiled and said: "No, I don't have a partner. My master wants to meet you."

"Oh? Are you still a disciple? Huang Yongfa has accepted you as his apprentice?"

After saying this, she still set her sights on Feng Ji.

"Huang Yongfa was born with yin and yang eyes and can see ghosts. You can't learn this."

Ah Cong smiled and said, "No, Fa Zai is my good brother. I know all his abilities. I have a master as my master. He wants to ask you something."

"Are you his master?" Aunt Mei looked at Feng Ji and said with a smile.

Feng Ji also smiled and said: "I heard that you can invite ghosts? Can you still communicate with ghosts?"

Aunt Mei smiled and scolded: "It seems that this little thing has told you everything. Are you an exorcist? I don't see anything special about you."

Feng Ji's eyes flashed slightly, he had already opened his eyes and looked at Aunt Mei.

But I saw that Aunt Mei's body had a dim yin energy and a strong yang energy. She didn't look like she was dealing with a ghost at all.

Feng Ji smiled and said, "I'm also curious, how do you, a psychic, exorcise ghosts?"

Aunt Mei laughed: "Hahaha, who told you that I can exorcise ghosts?"

Ah Cong quickly whispered beside Feng Ji: "What Aunt Mei is good at is inviting ghosts. Helping people in the world to communicate with people in the underworld."

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows: "So powerful? There are so many ghosts in the underworld, and she can invite them just by asking?"

Aunt Mei smiled and said, "As long as you have money."

Feng Ji laughed: "Okay, then I'd like to try it."

As he spoke, he asked: "How much does it cost you to make a move?"

"One price, one hundred thousand yuan."

Feng Ji nodded slightly: "It's not much, it's very reasonable. In this way, you can help me invite a ghost. When it arrives, I'll pay."

"Why don't you do business? Come with me."

With that said, Aunt Mei waved and led Feng Ji and A Chong towards the second floor.

The decoration style of the second floor is very different from that of the first floor. As you go up the stairs, there are paper talismans like runes being pulled up and dotted on the ceiling.

There are many Buddhist niches on the surrounding walls, and there are candles everywhere.

In the center of the room, there is an Eight Immortals table with two white candles standing on the table. In the middle is a bowl of uncooked rice with a pair of chopsticks inserted upside down.

In addition, there are pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table. The pens are ordinary pens, but the paint inside is red.

The paper is also an ordinary A4 paper, but the runes have been drawn on it in advance.

The overall style here is full of mystery, horror and other elements, which is completely different from the one below.

"Sit down. These A4 papers are the guide to the underworld. You will write down the person you are looking for later and tell me the person's death date. Then I will cast a spell and ask the ghost messenger to bring the person up."

Aunt Mei handed over a piece of paper, and Feng Ji took it casually and looked at the talisman on it carefully.

It seems that this talisman is natural and the writing is smooth.

"Aunt Mei, why are you asking about the date of death?" A Chong couldn't help but ask.

Aunt Mei chuckled: "A living person's fortune is told about his or her birth date, and a dead person's fortune telling is of course about his or her death date."

For the dead, the date of death is naturally the time when they become ghosts. It is regarded as the day when ghosts are born, a different kind of birth.

Feng Ji picked up the signature pen and thought about it, but didn't know who to write.

He originally wanted to write about the bald ghost, but he had not yet found out the origin of the bald ghost, so naturally he had no way of knowing the date of his death.

Feng Ji glanced around and suddenly saw today's newspaper not far away.

Above is a news about a car accident, with the girl's name and birthday written in the news.

"The deceased, Lin Sitong, was 26 years old and worked as a model..."

The newspaper is from today and the date of death is from today.

Feng Ji casually wrote down the person's information and handed the directions to him.

Aunt Mei took the ticket and said, "Who are you?"

"Be friends." Feng Ji said casually.

His goal was naturally not the ghost of the girl named Lin Sitong. What he wanted to see was how the other party cast spells and how they invited ghost messengers to come up.

Now he stood aside and watched Aunt Mei prepare with interest.

But I saw Aunt Mei lighting two incense candles on the table, then lighting the road guide and gently placing it in an empty bowl aside.

Then she took off her glasses, pulled the rice bowl over, and gently opened the rice on the surface, revealing a hard-boiled egg.

But I saw Aunt Mei gently inserting the rice grains, closing her eyes and mumbling something.

Her fingers were long and her nails were faintly blue, which looked very strange in the candlelight.

As she continued to insert the rice, as the rice grains jumped, there seemed to be a cool breeze blowing in the air.

Ah Cong was a little nervous and quickly moved away, getting closer to Feng Ji.

Feng Ji's spiritual consciousness had already covered his eyes, and his heavenly eyes were opened, staring closely at Aunt Mei.

After a while, the strange words in Aunt Mei's mouth suddenly became even weirder.

Her emphasis instantly turned gloomy.

There was a lot of gloom in the air, and the temperature dropped rapidly by several degrees.

Ah Cong couldn't help but tremble all over, she hurriedly picked up the jade pendant, put it on her eyelids, and looked around nervously.

Suddenly, the candlelight swayed, and a shadow slowly appeared next to Aunt Mei.

Feng Ji fixed his eyes on this figure. His spiritual consciousness was powerful and could be seen more clearly than Ah Cong using his jade pendant.

This is a middle-aged man who looks pale and has no obvious injuries.

He was wearing a black suit and a top hat, with blurred eyes. He first glanced at Feng Ji and A Cong, and was surprised when he saw that they were also looking at him.

But without thinking much, he scooped up the ashes of the burning road guide, took out a road guide, glanced at it, and quickly disappeared.

A moment later, the dark wind roared in the air again, and a female ghost with a wretched figure and blood all over her body appeared in the house.

Her face was full of horror, and she screamed: "Where is this? Where is this? Who are you? Please, let me go, let me go, wuwu..."

Before the female ghost could react, the man in a suit suddenly pushed the female ghost onto Aunt Mei.

Aunt Mei suddenly raised her head, her whole voice changed into that of the female ghost, and she shouted quickly: "Where am I? Who are you? Who are you?"

The man in the suit laughed, turned to face Feng Ji and grinned, and suddenly grabbed them.

Immediately, the female ghost was caught again and pushed towards Feng Ji.

He actually wanted this female ghost to have sex with Feng Ji!

Feng Ji didn't panic. He waved his hand gently, and his magic power surged out instantly.

It turned into a fierce sword energy in the air, roaring and slashing towards Ghost!

The ghost was instantly surprised and immediately retreated to dodge!

Poof!

Suddenly the wall in the house was penetrated by the sword energy.

The ghost immediately shouted in horror: "Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

This time, Feng Ji was surprised. He suddenly shouted: "Do you recognize the Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

Guizha looked panicked, and immediately his Yin Qi dispersed and disappeared quickly!

Feng Ji's expression darkened, and he immediately turned back to look at Aunt Mei.

But she saw that Aunt Mei had recovered, and the ghost that had just taken over her body didn't seem to have any impact on her.

She stared at Feng Ji: "Do you know Taoism and the Six Meridians Divine Sword? Are you from the Duan family?"

Feng Ji's eyes sharpened: "You also know about the Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

Aunt Mei didn't say anything and kicked out suddenly.

Wow!

The entire table of Eight Immortals turned over and slammed into Feng Ji!

Feng Ji casually punched out!

Boom!

In an instant, the Eight Immortals Table exploded!

Looking up again, Aunt Mei jumped up and jumped from the second floor window!

Feng Ji immediately ran after her, but saw that Aunt Mei was like lightning. The height of the second floor did not seem to be any difficult or dangerous for her. She stepped on the air conditioner, kept jumping and running, and fled towards the street.

Feng Ji looked surprised, this Aunt Mei could actually know kung fu?

He originally thought that the spiritual energy in this world was exhausted and no one knew martial arts for a long time, but the appearance of Aunt Mei shocked him greatly.

Without thinking, he jumped up and used Qing Kung to catch up!

Hooray!

Feng Ji was extremely skilled in lightness, and would often fly seven to eight feet with a little help. As his speed surged, he could only be seen whistling in the air, as if he had never landed.

Some passers-by on the street exclaimed in surprise when they saw this scene, and picked up their mobile phones to take pictures.

But they were too slow to follow and take pictures. Almost as soon as they raised their mobile phones, Feng Ji had disappeared.

In almost a few breaths, Feng Ji had already caught up with Aunt Mei.

Aunt Mei was running wildly on the street. When she glanced out of the corner of her eye, her expression suddenly changed again!

"Qinggong? You...you are from the 2002 Bureau!"

She exclaimed, there was no road ahead, it was a parking lot.

At that moment, she turned over, jumped into a car, turned around and stared at Feng Ji.

Feng Ji also stopped and looked at Aunt Mei: "What 2002 round? Why are you running?"

Aunt Mei was stunned and looked at Feng Ji strangely: "You don't know about the 2002 game?"

Feng Ji shook his head: "I don't know, but I'm curious, how do you know that I am using the Six Meridians Divine Sword? Also, what happened to that ghost just now? Why does he also know about the Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

Aunt Mei looked at Feng Ji suspiciously and asked, "Is your surname Duan or Murong?"

Feng Ji was surprised and said: "No, my surname is Feng."

"Impossible! In this world, the only ones who know the art of [Six Meridians Divine Sword] are the Murong family and the Duan family!"

Feng Ji had some vague guesses in his mind, but he was not sure. He just asked in a deep voice: "As for me lying to you? It's easy to catch you."

"You...you really weren't from the 2002 round?"

"I said, I don't know about the 2002 game."

Aunt Mei's expression changed for a while, showing some relief and some surprises.

She thought for a while and said, "Then where did you learn this Taoist skill?"

Feng Ji shook his head: "Answer my question first."

Aunt Mei's eyes flickered and she nodded: "Okay, let me say it first...boom!"

She suddenly took action, kicked a rearview mirror away, and shot towards Feng Ji with a loud bang.

Feng Ji shook his head slightly, a little disappointed, and said: "Don't play with me with these little tricks."

"You didn't know where you were when I killed someone."

call--

In the air, Feng Ji's figure flickered, and an afterimage flashed past.

When she reappeared, Aunt Mei's neck was already held by a big hand. With just a gentle squeeze from Feng Ji, she would die immediately.

However, at this moment, suddenly behind Feng Ji, a dark wind came, the terrifying wind howled and howled.

Feng Ji didn't seem to be surprised, he grinned: "You followed me all the way, and you are finally willing to come out?"

The sinister wind hit Feng Ji. Suddenly, Feng Ji's body suddenly swelled with jade light, and his skin was like crystal jade!

Qi and blood roared and vibrated all over his body.

Zhi——!

The yin energy behind him was like water entering a frying pan, evaporating instantly and making a sizzling sound!

Only a sharp wailing sound was heard!

"ah--"

Aunt Mei's face suddenly changed, and she shouted behind Feng Ji: "Husband!"

Feng Ji turned around slowly, with surprise on his face: "Is this ghost your husband?"

But in the distance, he saw a ghost in a suit, whose whole body was almost dimmed by Feng Ji's energy and blood, staring at Feng Ji with a horrified look on his face.

"Buddhist Taoism? No, that's not right. Although this body-refining method has signs of [Fudo Myooh Method], it is a Buddhist method. There is no Buddhist light in your body-refining method, but a Taoist method! You...who are you?"

This time, it was Feng Ji's turn to be surprised.

The other party could actually see traces of the Buddhist [Fudo Myooh Method] in his own skills.

You must know that my body training method of [Infinite Heavenly Supreme Technique] evolved from Child Elder's [Bahuang Liuhe Only Self-Lord Divine Technique].

The "Eight Desolations and Liuhes I Am the Only Divine Power" was derived from the magical power of the Buddhist "Fudo Mingoh Dharma" by Xiaoyaozi.

If this person had not seen the "Fudo Myooh Technique", he would never recognize the origin of his Taoism.

Feng Ji was greatly surprised. Why do people in this world know the Taoism of Tianlong World?

You know, even the people in the Tianlong World have long forgotten the Taoist techniques. Most of all the Taoist techniques have been lost, and even those that remain have degenerated into martial arts secrets.