Chapter 443 Changing history is terrible
"I remember that when I was undercover in Wazhou, I saw the No. 7 Regulatory Research Institute. 7 is a symbolic symbol, representing the "Seven Lucky Gods" referring to Ebisu, the wealthy Bishamon."
Ye Xiaomei suddenly exchanged a glance with Tang Buci: "Bishamon is a sect."
Tang Buci added: "It's possible that the envelope is evil."
"Boss is right. Some of them can practice the longevity method under Bishamon. These people are quite evil."
Qiu Ah Man said while driving:
"At that time, I saw even more outrageous things. If you want to start practicing, you must first pass the examination of the sect leader, which is called "passing the spirit bed". To put it bluntly, it means sleeping with the master.
There are even some practices that the Chinese cannot understand, for example, a newlywed bride's first night represents bad luck, so she has to go to such a place to find the sect master to break her virginity."
Ye Xiaomei was stunned after hearing this and looked at Tang Bushi, who was in deep thought.
Afterwards, Tang Bushi, a grown man, couldn't bear to listen any longer and asked a question that Ye Xiaomei never dreamed of.
"Then the disciples can't all be women, what if there is a male disciple?"
Ye Xiaomei stared at Tang Bushi in a daze. This idea was quite novel.
Qiu Ah Man coughed awkwardly: "Boss, just use your brain to figure it out."
Ye Xiaomei felt her anus tighten immediately, but Tang Bushi turned around and looked at her with a confused look on his face and asked:
"You understand?"
"..." Ye Xiaomei's head was shaking like a wave drum.
After thinking for a while, Ye Xiaomei found the key point: "Ah Meng, you mean that the No. 7 Regulatory Research Institute is related to the Japanese?"
Qiu Ah Man smacked his lips and said, "Miss Ye, I'm not sure either, but based on my experience, numbers are generally used in serial numbers. However, I have seen several No. 7 regulatory institutes, which means that the number seven is definitely not a code, but has a certain special meaning."
Yes, Ye Xiaomei thought about it, why not 6 or 5?
"Eternal life?" Ye Xiaomei said to herself suspiciously, "Then what has the longest lifespan?"
Tang Buci saw that he could not get the southern disciple, and said in boredom: "Stone."
Ye Xiaomei looked at Tang Bushi as if he were a monster. Even Qiu Ameng, who was driving, couldn't help but stare at his boss through the rearview mirror.
I felt like he was talking nonsense and I had no evidence.
Tang family residence.
As soon as Ye Xiaomei arrived at Yuzhu Garden, Tang Bushi led the two of them there.
The garden is very elegant, and the room layout still retains the charm of ancient times, but a purple clay teapot is standard, and there are also some spare tea leaves.
Ye Xiaomei just sat down and wanted to drink some tea to sort out her thoughts.
Pa pa pa, several dishes were served. Tang Buci waved his hand and sat opposite them after the two left:
"I'll get used to it."
Ye Xiaomei yawned, but seeing so many delicious foods, she quickly picked up her chopsticks:
"Yeah, not bad."
"It's too late. I'll take you back tomorrow morning. It happens that I also have something I want to know."
"Yeah, okay." Ye Xiaomei ate without hesitation. She had no idea which restaurant he ordered the food from, but the food tasted really good and suited her appetite as a native northerner.
"No, you don't want to eat?" Ye Xiaomei raised her head suddenly, her mouth stuffed like a hamster that has been gathering food.
Tang Bu Ci said calmly, "I'm not hungry." Then he got back to the point:
"I want to hear about the person Qin Xiaoyi asked you to meet, so that I can analyze it for you."
"Oh, about this." Ye Xiaomei said while eating, expressing Mr. Shu's ideas without reservation.
The more Tang Buci listened, the more his eyes widened. After Ye Xiaomei told him what happened when he was taken to the shock chamber, Tang Buci stood up:
“Oh my god…”
This guy who never swears cursed directly: "Beast, beast..."
Ye Xiaomei was stunned, then she ate a mouthful of the soft, boneless pig's trotter: "What's wrong?"
Tang Buci pointed at Ye Xiaomei and opened his mouth. Then, perhaps because he was too nervous to organize his words well or something else, he paced back and forth in front of the table:
"This is the Taoist method of cultivating immortality. If you had told me this on the road, I would have explained it to you a long time ago."
Ye Xiaomei rolled her eyes at him and said, "I didn't tell you because there's something I haven't figured out. You said that according to Master Shu's theory, a person's soul can indeed travel through time. So, where is her own self? The second question is, where did the soul that was originally taken away go?"
Tang Buci hummed and said, "It is mentioned in Jian Jia Pin Jian that it is possible to travel through time, but there are limitations on the preservation of the physical body."
Ye Xiaomei fell into deep thought. She had to admit that Tang Bushi was well-read in poetry and that what he understood could not be replaced by academic qualifications.
Tang Buci continued, "As for your second question, I think there is only one possibility. The soul is wandering because the soul needs a carrier. If there is no carrier, the soul's energy magnetic field will slowly dissipate."
Ye Xiaomei held her breath immediately. If she was told that, her soul would disappear.
"Are you sure?"
Tang Buci narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Xiaomei deeply: "Sure."
Tang Buci frowned and looked at Ye Xiaomei: "I have thought of a terrible result. Can you bear it?"
Ye Xiaomei pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Tell me about it."
Tang Buci repeated what Ye Xiaomei had said before: "Didn't you say that Qin Xiaoyi wanted to travel through time and space to capture the ancestor snake alive?"
Yeah, yes, Ye Xiaomei nodded.
"Have you ever thought that if she really has mastered the method of traveling through time and space at will, and the spirit snake is captured alive, it means that it will directly change the history of the ancestral snake spirit. In other words..."
Ye Xiaomei put down her chopsticks and listened carefully.
But Tang Buci's expression was very tangled. He mustered up enough courage to raise his eyes and cast a painful look at Ye Xiaomei's face:
"You cease to exist."
Ye Xiaomei stared at Tang Buci in a daze. His eyes were originally as clear as water, and his pupils were like the finest black jade just pulled out of the water, but at this moment, they were full of red bloodshot.
This was very similar to the look in Ma Qijun's eyes when he was in the car sending her to Chaocheng for the first day of school.
In an instant, Ye Xiaomei had an exploding idea in her mind.
His intuition told him that Ma Qijun should know something, an irreversible result, but he didn't say it.
Just like when he saw the "tattoo" on his body, his reaction was beyond his imagination because he was too calm.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaomei focused her eyes on Tang Buci's face, and a conclusion came to her mind:
I will die? The year I saw the white snake when I was ten?
That is to say, if Qin Xiaoyi achieved practical results in her research, and if she could go back thirty years and capture the white snake alive, then Ye Xiaomei would no longer exist.
According to the normal course of events, he will die at the age of nine and a half to ten years old.
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