After hearing this, the deputy headmaster sighed, "Yes."

Who hasn't imagined that one day he would be extremely powerful or have supernatural powers?

But who can guarantee that when he is dominating the masses, he will still keep his original heart and not be tempted by power, sex and wealth?

This longevity lamp was left by the founder of their Qingyuan Temple, and he passed down a rule.

But those who want the longevity lamp must crawl up from the lowest point of the mountain gate, kneel down every three steps, and kowtow every nine steps. Only with a sincere heart can they obtain it.

Just for this sentence of "sincerity", Yan Zixiu didn't even use spiritual energy to protect his body, and he kowtowed to himself.

For a whole day and night, he never stopped for a moment.

If it were him, he would not say he would take it by force, but he would definitely not do as he was told. At most, he would just ‘borrow’ it and return it after he had used it.

After listening to his words, Taoist Master Zhen Qiong stroked his beard and said, “If the year is not cold, one cannot know the pine and cypress; if things are not difficult, one cannot know the gentleman.”

“Master, it is because of this kind of character that you can cultivate to become a heavenly master.”

When the two of them were about to go back to rest after watching the moon, the deputy headmaster said, “Tomorrow I will ask the disciples to wash the bloodstains on the steps…”

“No need.” Taoist Master Zhen Qiong smiled and said, “It will be useful if you keep it.”

Useful?

The deputy headmaster’s eyes changed immediately. He did not expect that his senior brother would have such a weird habit.

After Jing Shaoci finished speaking, Yan Zixiu lowered his head.

He was going to chase him away.

After an unknown amount of time, he raised his head and said word by word: "Okay, then, goodbye..."

Seeing that he was really leaving, Jing Shaoci stood up suddenly.

But the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat and turned into a cold sentence, "Take all your things away."

Yan Zixiu's eyes dimmed, and he laughed at himself in his heart.

Anyway, people like him can only end up like this.

He nodded, and then walked to the closet.

Yan Zixiu wanted to take out his clothes, but when he was packing, he realized that except for the two pajamas given to him by Xie Wanxin, all his clothes were bought by Jing Shaoci.

The ones he originally had were secretly thrown away by the person behind him.

Just as he withdrew his hand, a trembling voice sounded behind him: "Yan Zixiu, do I, Jing Shaoci, not deserve to hear your explanation?"

Yan Zixiu didn't even think about his birthday.

He originally thought that it was Yan Zixiu's character that didn't know how to give people surprises.

But when he saw Jiang Yu's birthday, Yan Zixiu not only recorded the VCR in advance, but also wanted to go to the show at this critical juncture.

Even though he had just woken up from a coma, he couldn't stop the other party from leaving.

At that moment, he clearly realized that it was not that he didn't understand, but that the person he wanted to surprise was not him.

Jing Shaoci felt his breathing stagnate just thinking about this, and that uneasy fear almost burst in his chest.

Because he realized sadly that no matter how he treated Yan Zixiu, he would never be able to see this man's true heart.

When Yan Zixiu heard this, his nose suddenly felt sore, but his tone was calm as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Jing, we are already divorced, I don't think I have the obligation to explain to you."

He turned around, looked at Jing Shaoci without blinking and said, "Let's say goodbye."

Just as he walked towards the door, Jing Shaoci held his arm tightly.

"Can you just explain one sentence, just one sentence."

Please.

Yan Zixiu's gloved hand drooped weakly, and after a while, he pulled back his arm.

The blood from the wound on his knee had soaked his trouser legs, and if he continued to linger, it would only reveal the scar.

"I don't have anything to say."

After Yan Zixiu left, Jing Shaoci sat there all night.

He wondered if the man would come back after waiting like this.

This time, Yan Zixiu did not go to find Li Fengzhi, but went to the small house he rented.

He poured all his spiritual power into the longevity lamp, and now he couldn't even heal himself.

He couldn't go to the hospital in his current identity, otherwise those entertainment paparazzi would probably rush here in less than five minutes.

Xiaohong was not there, and Han Xiangchen stood by the bed worriedly, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Yan Zixiu, who was lying on the bed, had a frighteningly pale face, and even his breathing was very heavy.

He had never seen an adult so weak.

"Sir, even if you don't go to the hospital, you can ask your friends to buy some medicine for you."

Yan Zixiu closed his eyes slightly, and said in a weak voice: "No need, you can go out."

Han Xiangchen opened his mouth. He wanted to talk about Xiaohong not coming back for many days, but now seeing Yan Zixiu like this, he couldn't open his mouth.

After Han Xiangchen went out, Yan Zixiu soon fell into a coma. The

next morning, Li Fengzhi picked up the phone as soon as he got up, but when he heard the power-off prompt tone in the receiver, he immediately became confused.

He wanted to take Yan Zixiu to the hospital after the recording was finished yesterday, but the other party said that he had already seen a doctor.

He originally wanted to call and ask about the situation, but Yan Zixiu's phone has been turned off since last night.

Li Fengzhi sat on the bed and thought for a while, then called Jing Shaoci's number again.

Turn off the phone too?

He suddenly felt a little uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, he quickly got up and put on his clothes.

More than an hour later, the assistant knocked on the door and entered the office.

"President, the front desk said that a Mr. Li wants to see you."

Jing Shaoci still lowered his eyes and looked at the documents in front of him, and said expressionlessly: "Go and tell him in person that I'm in a meeting and let him go first."

"Okay."

After the assistant left, Jing Shaoci leaned back in his chair, his eyebrows full of dejection.

He didn't know why Li Fengzhi came, maybe to persuade him to reconcile, or to explain something.

But he had already given Yan Zixiu a chance yesterday, and he didn't want to hear the reason from another person.

The assistant went downstairs and walked in front of Li Fengzhi.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Li, the president is in a meeting, I'm afraid it's not convenient to see you now."

Li Fengzhi frowned, then raised his wrist to check the time.

"What about lunch? Can I have lunch with Mr. Jing?" He emphasized, "I have something important to ask him."

The assistant hesitated, then said, "Please wait."

The other party went to the side to make a phone call. After a minute, he came over and said politely with a smile, "Sorry, I can't give you an accurate answer now."

Li Fengzhi nodded disappointedly, then smiled reluctantly and said, "Okay, thank you." He was

originally passing by Yunsheng to try his luck. After all, according to the degree of Mr. Jing's concern for Zixiu, he might not come to the company if Zixiu was injured.

As a result, not only did he come, but he also seemed to not want to see him.

What on earth is going on?

Li Fengzhi had an appointment with an advertising agent in the morning to discuss something. Seeing that the time was about to come, he had to leave first.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, he came to Yunsheng again.

This time, the assistant told him to go to the underground parking lot. After Li Fengzhi got out of the elevator, a black Bentley stopped in front of him.

The driver got out and said, "Mr. Li, the president asked me to take you to the restaurant."

"Okay, thank you."

After driving for about ten minutes, the car stopped on the side of the road.

Li Fengzhi walked to the door of the restaurant, and the waiter took him to the compartment inside.

As soon as the door was closed, he couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Jing, is Zixiu okay?"

Jing Shaoci's expression was particularly cold, and his voice was flat: "He couldn't be better."

Li Fengzhi was surprised and puzzled, but before he could ask any questions, Jing Shaoci said coldly: "Do you have anything else to say?"

After saying this, he looked at Li Fengzhi without blinking, as if he was expecting him to speak.

But at this time, Li Fengzhi suddenly became confused, because he felt that Jing Shaoci seemed to have become the same as he was a year ago.

Cold and arrogant, he didn't want to hear anything about Yan Zixiu.

"Then... nothing's wrong." He said hesitantly, then stood up and said, "Mr. Jing, I'll leave first."

"Wait!"

Jing Shaoci regretted just after he stopped the other party, but he could only pretend to be indifferent and said, "I'll take you home."

He asked the driver to drive slower on the way. Li Fengzhi should have taken the opportunity to say it, right?

The two walked out of the restaurant door, and while waiting for the driver to drive the car over, a man wearing a mask and a hat noticed them.

The man originally wanted to come forward and say hello, but hesitated for a moment and didn't come over.

"Mr. Jing, you should usually pay more attention to Yi Xiu."

Li Fengzhi had been holding back these words since morning. According to the current trend of their relationship, his reminder was redundant.

But seeing Mr. Jing's attitude today, he couldn't help it.

After hearing this, Jing Shaoci's expression did not change, but he sneered and said, "Yan Zixiu is always calm and composed, why should I care?"

When he thought of Yan Zixiu's nonchalant attitude yesterday, his heart seemed to be pierced by something sharp.

"He always looks indifferent. You have been his agent for so long. Have you ever seen him lose control of his emotions?"

Li Fengzhi was about to answer, but a muffled voice came from behind them: "I have seen it."

Seeing Jing Shaoci suddenly turned around, the man walked forward, took off his mask, and answered firmly: "When you were injured."

This man was Cao Xing.

Yesterday he finally finished the devilish training of the War Air crew. Today he wanted to go out for a big meal, but by coincidence, he ran into Jing Shaoci coming out of the restaurant. He

wanted to say hello, but when he thought of the other party's identity, he was afraid that the other party would think he was deliberately trying to get close to him.

He didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, but because Li Fengzhi mentioned Yan Zixiu, he didn't leave.

It was inconvenient to talk on the street, so the three of them returned to the restaurant.

"Do you remember the thing in the wooden building?"

After the show ended, they signed a confidentiality agreement with the relevant departments in the hospital. If it was leaked, they would never stay in the entertainment industry again.

"After you were injured and unconscious, Yan Zixiu became, became..." Cao Xing hesitated, and finally said bluntly: "Anyway, I will never forget the expression on his face at that time."

Li Fengzhi was confused. After all, the explanation given by the program team at that time was that several guests were too frightened because of the game segment. As for the real reason, he didn't know anything. After listening to

Cao Xing's words, Jing Shaoci's pupils trembled for a moment, "You mean, Yan Zixiu lost control that time."

"He was more than out of control." Thinking of the female ghost being bitten and swallowed by the hundreds of ghosts summoned by Yan Zixiu, Cao Xing's teeth were cold, "He was a little bit unlike a human at that time."

He was not scolding anyone, but because Yan Zixiu's silent madness at that time really made him unable to find a more suitable word to describe it.

After hearing this, Jing Shaoci's bony fingers curled up subconsciously.

After a moment, he looked at Li Fengzhi and said, "Li Jingji, where is Yan Zixiu now?"

"What?" Li Fengzhi was shocked by the question, "Isn't Zixiu recuperating at home?"

Jing Shaoci's expression suddenly changed, "Recruiting?!"

Yan Zixiu had been unconscious for a whole morning. When he opened his eyes again, his throat and stomach were dry as if they were burning.

He turned over with difficulty, and then climbed up with his elbows.

Yan Zixiu had just stood up, but the severe pain from his knees made him fall to the side of the bed.

He struggled for a while, but could only lie on the ground.

He had no strength left.

Han Xiangchen stood far away, feeling extremely anxious.

The master is so weak now that he can't even get close, for fear that the negative energy in his body will make things worse.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Zixiu grabbed the edge of the bed with his hands, ignoring the rupture of the wound, and climbed up with gritted teeth.

There is no bottled water in the house, let alone hot water.

With a sickly flush on his face, Yan Zixiu walked from the bedroom to the bathroom. In just a dozen steps, cold sweat soaked all the hair on his forehead.

He walked to the sink and turned on the faucet.

The transparent cold water was instantly stained red the moment he reached for it.

In fact, there was a glass on the table, but Yan Zixiu was in a daze at the moment, and he couldn't see it even if it was next to him.

Han Xiangchen watched him drink water and shouted anxiously: "Sir, let's go to the hospital!"

Yan Zixiu didn't answer, but just drank the water mouthful by mouthful.

At this moment, a strong dizziness rushed into the back of his head. He took two steps back and knocked the cup to the ground when he wanted to grab the sink.

This time, Yan Zixiu didn't get up. The wound on the palm of his hand pressed on the glass fragments on the ground, and the bright red blood instantly overflowed.

Xie Wanxin answered the call from Jing Shaoci and just said two words when she was interrupted by her son's almost manic voice.

"Mom, where did Yan Zixiu go the night I was unconscious?"

"He..." Xie Guanxin hesitated. After all, Xiuxiu had been asking them to conceal the truth that night, and she didn't know whether she should tell him or not.

"Mom, please don't hide it from me anymore."

Xie Guanxin hurriedly said when she heard his tone, "Your dad and I really don't know what Xiuxiu did when he went out. He disappeared for a day and a night after you were unconscious, and when he came back, he was holding a copper oil lamp in his hand."

Oil lamp?

Jing Shaoci's heart was in a panic, and Yan Zixiu's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

'No need to do that, just give me the longevity lamp in the main hall of your Taoist temple. '

Qingyuan Temple? !