Baiyun Town, Zhao Family.

When Zhao Qing'er heard that the servants had gone out to cause trouble, she decided to go out and see what was going on. As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw Qin Luo and Zi Yue being escorted by servants to the Zhao family.

"Young Taoist priest, are you alright?"

Zhao Qing'er thought that Li Dazhuang had forced them to come.

"We're fine."

Qin Luo smiled and said softly, "Miss Zhao, I came here to see your father."

Zhao Qing'er frowned slightly. The talisman she bought at the Dragon Tiger Temple yesterday had no effect. Now that Qin Luo had come to the Zhao family, did he think her money was so easy to swindle?

"Young Taoist priest, I have just invited a renowned physician from Nanyang City, so I won't trouble you." Zhao Qing'er politely declined.

"All right."

Qin Luo did not insist.

Li Dazhuang quickly stepped forward to remind her, "Miss, the immortal masters at Longhu Temple are truly capable."

Zhao Qing'er noticed Li Dazhuang's disheveled appearance and guessed that Qin Luo might not be simple. "Young Taoist priest, if you want to see my father, please come with me."

"I apologize for disturbing you."

Qin Luo cupped his hands in greeting, indicating that after observation, the courtyard was very clean and there were no traces of evil spirits.

Zhao Qing'er pushed open the door, and Qin Luo saw Zhao Fugui lying on the hospital bed. Beside the bed, an old man with white hair and beard was taking Zhao Fugui's pulse, his brows furrowed.

"Dr. Xiao."

Zhao Qing'er bowed respectfully.

Xiao Changshou shook his head helplessly, "Miss Zhao, your father's illness is very strange, and I am powerless to help him."

"Thank you for making this trip, Dr. Xiao."

Zhao Qing'er tried her best to remain calm.

After Xiao Changshou left, Qin Luo walked to the bedside. He looked at Zhao Fugui, who was on the verge of death on the sickbed, and said, "These symptoms are not those of being possessed by an evil spirit. No wonder Master's exorcism talisman was ineffective."

"Not possessed by an evil spirit?"

Zhao Qing'er's eyes were full of doubt.

Qin Luo explained with a smile, "A person has three souls and seven spirits. Your father is unconscious because his soul is missing. There are no evil spirits in his body, so taking talisman water will not help."

"Does the Immortal Master have a solution?"

“I can give it a try.”

Zhao Qing'er's attitude changed instantly.

Qin Luo made a sword-finger gesture with his right hand, the fingertip resting on Zhao Fugui's brow, and he concentrated his energy.

"Return, soul!"

As Qin Luo softly chanted, a gust of cold wind blew into the room, while the sun shone brightly outside the window.

A moment later, Zhao Fugui's fingers began to tremble. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw a blurry figure in front of him, dressed in white, like a celestial being.

"Master has woken up."

Li Dazhuang said excitedly.

Zhao Qing'er came to Zhao Fugui's side, knelt on the ground, her eyes filled with tears, "Father, you've finally woken up."

"Senior brother is really amazing."

Ziyue continued eating her meat bun.

Zhao Fugui gradually regained consciousness, "Qing'er."

"Father, I'm here."

Zhao Qing'er wiped away the tears in her eyes.

She quickly stood up and said respectfully, "Thank you for saving me, Immortal Master. Please just ask if you need anything. The Zhao family can provide anything they have."

At first, Zhao Qing'er doubted Qin Luo's abilities, calling him "little Taoist priest," but now she realizes her ignorance.

Qin Luo was not interested in money. "Master often said, 'A family that accumulates good deeds will surely have abundant blessings. A family that accumulates evil deeds will surely have abundant calamities.' I originally did not intend to help you, but I did not want to ruin the reputation of Longhu Temple because of you."

Zhao Qing'er felt a wave of fear. She dared not think about the consequences of provoking Longhu Temple. She immediately knelt down and bowed, "Immortal Master, we will refute the rumors about Longhu Temple. The Zhao family is willing to fund the repair of the temple and help the people in need around it."

"Miss Zhao, please rise."

Qin Luo gently raised his hand.

A gentle breeze made Zhao Qing'er stand up.

Zhao Fugui struggled to sit up. He knew that Qin Luo had saved him. He clasped his hands and said, "Thank you for saving my life, Immortal Master. I am deeply grateful."

Qin Luo asked curiously, "Patriarch Zhao, I wonder what happened to you that made you lose your soul?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fugui tensed up. "Reporting to the Immortal Master, I remember it was a dark and windy night when I encountered a woman in a red dress on my way home. Her back view was extremely beautiful. I wanted to go up and say hello, but when she turned around, she turned out to be a skeleton."

"Huh!"

Zi Yue got goosebumps all over her body.

Zhao Qing'er and the others were quite frightened.

Zhao Fugui clasped his hands in a fist again and said weakly, "I beg the immortal master to slay the demons and rid the people of this scourge."

"Since you didn't die, it proves that the White Bone Demon didn't intend to kill you; it was you who harbored ill intentions."

The White Bone Demon did not indiscriminately kill innocent people, and Qin Luo did not want to meddle in other people's business. He believed that not all demons were bad.

Zhao Fugui blushed and did not refute.

"Junior Sister, let's go."

Okay.

Ziyue was chewing on a steamed bun.

Zhao Qing'er immediately chased after her. She instructed her maid to bring various gifts, including top-quality tea, brocade and silk, a whole box of pastries, and so on, and put them all into Zi Yue's basket.

Ziyue wanted to cry but had no tears. With her increasingly heavy basket on her back, she could only quicken her pace to get away from the Zhao family.

"Farewell, Immortal Master!"

Zhao Qing'er and her servants respectfully saw them off as they departed.

...

The sky is high and the clouds are light, a gentle breeze is blowing.

Zi Yue walked ahead carrying a heavy bamboo basket, while Qin Luo followed behind, holding the Daoist Manual. He made a hand seal with one hand, and suddenly a strong wind arose, followed by lightning and thunder.

Qin Luo quickly learned how to command the wind and rain.

When they reached the foot of Sunset Peak, Ziyue couldn't hold on any longer. "Senior brother, can we rest for a while?"

"OK."

Qin Luo saw that his junior sister was covered in sweat. "Junior sister, if you can't carry it, let your senior brother carry it."

"Senior brother, I can do it." Zi Yue's eyes were firm; she didn't want to be seen as a burden by her senior brother.

I also hope that I can go down the mountain with my senior brother in the future.

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