Chapter 12 That sickly guy is actually a master of metaphysics?!

"Why are you talking like that, young man?" The man was a little unhappy: "No one I've ever met has ever said anything bad about me."

It's really bad luck, but besides the dark expression on his forehead, the rest of the words were pleasant.

"Be careful with water sources and vehicles lately," Ji Huaizhi said, adding no further.

He actually has a knack for seeing things in this world.

The man felt a chill run down his spine: "Really?"

The old woman who had just spoken up said, "You should believe this young monk. Wan'an Taoist Temple is very effective around here."

The man looked at Ji Huaizhi: "Little Master, tell me more about it. My heart is pounding as I listen to you."

Wang Gui said, "My junior brother is right. Your face suggests you are a blessed person, but the dark color between your eyebrows indicates that you are about to face a major disaster. Be careful of the villains around you."

"Huh?" the man exclaimed in panic. "What do you mean by 'a terrible disaster'?"

Wang Gui: "We only don't charge three types of people when we tell fortunes."

"One group consists of those whose lifespan is nearing its end, another group consists of those facing an unavoidable great calamity, and the third group consists of those who have no more good fortune."

Upon hearing the young Taoist priest's words, the man's face turned pale.

None of these three are good omens.

"Master, save me!"

The man tried to kneel down, but Wang Gui stopped him first: "Sorry, you belong to the second type."

The man's lips trembled with fear: "Unavoidable?"

Ji Huaizhi opened his eyes and said, "The wall behind the bed in the master bedroom of your newly built house in your hometown needs to be demolished."

The man immediately perked up: "Then everything will be fine once it's torn down?"

Ji Huaizhi continued, "There's something inside the wall. After you find it, burn it. Then have your family throw your old clothes into the river. After that, it's best not to travel far for a year, as you'll have a rather unlucky year."

The man broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this.

Is that all?

Ji Huaizhi took out a talisman: "Keep it on your person."

The man accepted it with both hands: "Thank you, thank you, Master!"

Ji Huaizhi put his hat on his face, preparing to take a short break.

Wang Gui was puzzled. The man's situation was already unavoidable. Was he trying to comfort him?

The bus stopped, and the man stuffed something into Wang Shan's arms before hurriedly getting off the bus and taking another shuttle bus back.

"Sigh!" Wang Shan looked at the banknotes in his arms and then looked at his senior brother in confusion.

Ji Huaizhi glanced down at it and said, "Keep it."

“Junior brother, we can’t accept his money given his condition.” Wang Gui frowned.

"It's nothing." Ji Huai coughed lightly after getting out of the car. "The talisman I gave him can help him avoid some of the damage."

Wang Gui's eyes lit up: "Really?"

The three arrived at the wealthy area of ​​Liancheng and followed the address to the Li family's residence.

After receiving the message from the security guard, the Li family came to pick them up in person. They were a little disappointed to see that the Taoist priest did not come down the mountain in person, mainly because there was a little bean sprout among them.

"Masters, you must be tired from your journey. Why didn't you contact us sooner to pick you up?" The Li family invited them into the car.

"No need for that. It just so happens that it's my junior brother's first time coming down the mountain, and we're thinking of taking a look along the way."

Ji Huai coughed a few more times after getting into the car.

The Li family members sitting opposite sighed inwardly, thinking of the little bean sprout and the sickly child.

The Taoist priest's eldest disciple, on the other hand, appeared calm and composed.

As soon as Ji Huaizhi got out of the car, he looked up at the Li family's house...

“This is our General Manager Li,” the Li family member introduced, then said to Wang Gui, “These are the three masters from Wan’an Mountain.”

When Ji Huaizhi saw this man, he knew that something had happened to the Li family.

"You must be tired from your journey. The Taoist priest just called to say you've almost arrived." Li Jinfa appeared calm and reserved, though he was a bit overweight.

"I'll have someone take you down to rest first, and we can talk about it tomorrow."

The three people's rooms were next to each other.

Ji Huaizhi tidied up a bit before hearing a knock on the door.

Upon opening the door, one's eyes are greeted by a view of the mountains.

"Senior brother, that room is so big, I want to sleep with you tonight."

"No."

The junior apprentice stayed in the room and wouldn't leave. Before long, a servant came up and said that the meal was ready.

Wang Shan wanted to call his senior brother, but the servant stopped him: "That Taoist priest has already gone downstairs; you can just go down directly."

The Li family's house was magnificent, and Wang Shan couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "What a beautiful house! It's like a castle!"

"Senior Brother Ji, look how beautiful that lamp is."

"Hey! What's Senior Brother saying over there?" Wang Shan asked curiously.

Ji Huaizhi glanced down and said, "Let's chat."

After dinner, Ji Huaizhi waited in his room for a while, and sure enough, Wang Gui came to knock on the door.

“Huaizhi, something’s not right with the Li family.”

Ji Huaizhi looked up: "What did you ask about?"

"Li Jinfa made his fortune with the help of his wife. After their marriage, their son died young, and his wife died of illness. At that time, he turned white overnight. After her death, Li Jinfa never remarried and even declared that he would never marry or have children again."

“His wife’s parents died in a car accident, and Li Jinfa handled all the funeral arrangements.”

"After that, Li Jinfa's business flourished and he became a well-known enterprise in Liancheng."

Wang Gui frowned as he spoke.

What do you think is wrong?

Wang Gui couldn't explain: "In our line of work, his condition is called a jinx."

"By overcoming others, you can prosper yourself."

Ji Huaizhi chuckled: "What were you chatting with them about downstairs before you ate?"

Wang Gui: "They said that strange things have been happening in this villa lately. Some people have seen the deceased lady, and others have heard a child crying at night."

"Sometimes I'm woken up by the sound of brakes, but there's no car at all."

Wang Gui's expression was grave: "Isn't that strange?"

Ji Huaizhi nodded: "It's actually very simple. His formation can no longer suppress what's below."

Wang Gui: "You mean? Those four lives?"

“Yes.” Ji Huaizhi’s lips parted slightly: “Those four lives are under this house.”

The Li family lived in peace and quiet at night.

There were no strange occurrences as the servants had described. Everyone simply felt that the three young monks possessed righteous energy and had suppressed the evil spirits.

But a small baby was lying at the door of Ji Huaizhi's room.

Unable to sleep due to the baby's whimpering and crying, Ji Huaizhi had no choice but to get up and open the door: "Can't we talk about it tomorrow?"

The ghost baby looked somewhat aggrieved.

She climbed to the door to indicate that she was waiting for him there.

Ji Huaizhi sighed, "Let's go, it's so late and we can't sleep anyway."

The ghost baby hugged Ji Huaizhi's leg and pointed downstairs.

Ji Huaizhi held a talisman between two fingers. The ghost infant trembled violently upon seeing it, thinking that Ji Huaizhi was also going to hit it, and rolled on the ground in fright.

The talisman spontaneously combusted.

The spiritual energy enveloped Ji Huaizhi's body, and slowly, Ji Huaizhi formed a spiritual body invisible to the naked eye.

Seeing that he wasn't hitting him, the ghost baby floated onto Ji Huaizhi's shoulder.

She carefully lay down on him and said, "Daddy."

Ji Huaizhi: "......"

“I’m a young, unmarried man in my prime, not your father.”

A person and a ghost went downstairs.

Wang Gui's room door opened, and he frowned as he came out to look around the corridor: "Strange, why did I sense spiritual energy just now?"

Upon reaching the first floor, Ji Huaizhi was led by the ghost infant to a doorway in a secluded corner. He drew a talisman on the door lock with his finger, and the lock was opened.

Before even entering, the door opened and I could feel the oppressive atmosphere inside.

A chilling coldness crept into my heart.

Ji Huaizhi took out a flashlight, and the bright light drove away the chilling aura from before.

We walked down for a long time, and the further down we went, the colder it felt.

Finally, we reached the bottom and pushed open the door to find a large basement.

Ji Huaizhi scanned his surroundings. The walls were covered with densely packed runes, but Ji Huaizhi did not recognize any of them. There were also many iron chains wrapped around the four memorial tablets in the middle.

The memorial tablet was also wrapped with many iron chains, like a kind of restraint.

The ghost baby paced anxiously around the memorial tablet several times.

Ji Huai went forward and found that people must come here to worship often.

The iron chains wrapped around the four memorial tablets continuously provide energy to the Li family, but the imprisoned souls suffer greatly and can only endure the pain here day after day.

Li Jinfa is truly ruthless; he spares no one.

He bound his wife, son, and in-laws here, condemning them to eternal damnation and inhuman torment, all so that the Li family could continue to prosper.

"Tsk~"

Ji Huaizhi went around in circles here, wondering who came up with such a vicious idea for him?

Do Master and the others know?

The ghost baby began to feel anxious and restless, looking at Ji Huaizhi with pleading eyes.

"I'm going back to sleep now."

The ghost baby was so anxious that it kept circling in the air, and finally caught up with Ji Huaizhi and clung to his shoulder.

"There's nothing we can do right now. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Save Mommy." The ghost baby couldn't speak very well.

Ji Huaizhi turned to look at the four memorial tablets. He guessed that the reason the ghost baby was alright was because of his mother and maternal grandparents. His gaze fell on the memorial tablet of Li Jinfa's wife.