Chapter 140 Guardian Spirit 8

Returning to the basement, the first thing Xie Yinian did was to clear the table and gently place the small clay pot on it.

He touched the wall of the clay pot and asked Yao Rong: "Do you want to burn some candles, paper money or something?"

"It's up to you."

It was night now, and Xie Yinian kept this matter in mind and planned to buy it tomorrow morning.

He was in no hurry to pack the things in the suitcase. Holding a bottle of green tea, he came to Yao Rong and confirmed again: "Are you really going to teach me how to become a Heavenly Master?"

"Of course it's true."

Xie Yinian not only handed over the green tea in his hand, but also pretended to kneel down: "Then should I change my name to call you Master?"

Yao Rong stopped him: "You should still call me Ms. Yao in the future. Also, I can't drink the beverage, you can drink it yourself."

Xie Yinian smiled immediately, revealing some of the unique youthful vigor: "I'll listen to you, I'll call you whatever you like me to call you."

System: [……]

[You are just bullying him for not having common sense. ]

Those young Heavenly Masters who were trained step by step all know that it is impossible for a Heavenly Master to become a ghost after death, and ghosts are also impossible to understand the Heavenly Master's magic.

Yao Rong's situation was not normal at all.

But Xie Yinian didn't know.

Yao Rong smiled slightly: "Why bother?"

"He started too late. If other heavenly masters were to train him, they wouldn't be able to maximize his potential."

The next morning, Xie Yinian and Yao Rong drove the navigation and found the incense shop in a small alley.

He whispered to Yao Rong: "Are the candles sold here of good quality?"

"Average, but you can't afford the good quality ones."

Xie Yinian: "..."

Xie Yinian whispered: "Then is this useful to you?"

Yao Rong was stunned for a moment, and asked with a smile: "Do you want to buy it and burn it for me?"

"I haven't prepared any apprenticeship gift for you. Although I can't afford better quality ones now, I will definitely buy them when I make money in the future."

Yao Rong's lips curled up slightly. Even if she didn't need it, she would not refuse Xie Yinian's kindness: "Okay, with you helping me burn paper money and candles, I don't have to worry about the incense running out."

This was the only thing he could do for Ms. Yao in a short time, so Xie Yinian walked into the store and bought two large bags of candles and paper money.

Yao Rong taught Xie Yinian how to burn the candles and paper money for her and the little ghost in the jar.

Xie Yinian followed Yao Rong's instructions one by one and looked at Yao Rong with a nervous look on his face.

Yao Rong nodded and praised, "You did a good job. Follow these steps in the future and you can guarantee that the candles and paper money will be burned for those who want to burn them."

A stream of white smoke came out of the jar, swaying gently, as if echoing Yao Rong's words.

Yao Rong stretched out her fingertips, touched the stream of smoke, and separated a stream of Yin Qi to feed the little ghost.

Xie Yinian dragged out the suitcase from the corner and counted the harvest from last night.

There were many things he didn't recognize, and he was too embarrassed to ask Yao Rong about them all. Fortunately, there was a treasure catalog in Master Zhang Tian's collection. Xie Yinian looked at the catalog and recognized most of the talismans, materials, and magic weapons. Just

after he sorted out these things, Xie Yinian's phone rang.

Twenty minutes later, Xie Yinian rode his bicycle to a coffee shop in a nearby shopping mall.

He pushed open the door and saw Xie Zuo, Xie Chuan, and an unfamiliar middle-aged man sitting together, with a drink in front of them.

"Thank you, little friend." Xie Zuo smiled and waved at Xie Yinian.

Xie Yinian walked over and the waiter brought him a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Xie Zuo said, "I don't know what you like to drink, so I ordered you a glass of orange juice. If you don't like it, you can order another one yourself."

Xie Yinian picked up the cup and took a sip, then said awkwardly, "It's okay, I'm fine with anything."

Xie Zuo said, "I was in a hurry yesterday and forgot to introduce myself to you, Mr. Xie. My last name is Xie, and my given name is Zuo. This is my nephew, Xie Chuan. And this one is Mr. Zhou from the Zhou family."

After introducing himself, Xie Zuo got straight to the point: "I'm sorry to bother you today because I have a few things I want to tell you. Master Zhang died last night."

Looking at Xie Yinian's expression of no surprise, Xie Zuo said, "It seems that you already know."

Xie Yinian only said one sentence, "My master has told me about this."

But the information revealed in this one sentence was enough.

Xie Zuo was surprised: "I wonder who your master is?"

Xie Yinian said: "It's the master who saved me yesterday."

Xie Zuo was very sad. A good seedling slipped away from his eyes.

Xie Chuan didn't say anything, but just frowned slightly, constantly guessing the identity of the female master in his mind.

The Master Zhou Tian suddenly asked, "Did your master kill Zhang Yongyuan?"

"Yes."

A smile appeared on Master Zhou Tian's serious face, but there was an indelible pain in his eyes: "Five years ago, my eldest son Zhou Liao died at the hands of Zhang Yongyuan. Since then, I have always wanted to seek revenge on Zhang Yongyuan, and have been hanging his whereabouts on the Xuanjie Forum. Unfortunately, I have never found him. I heard that he was dead last night, so I rushed to City D overnight."

"Please tell your master my gratitude."

At this point, Master Zhou Tian took out a defensive bracelet and a soul-fixing talisman: "The bracelet is a thank-you gift from the Zhou family. It can release three protective shields to resist three attacks that are beyond the tolerance range."

"The situation at Taixu Temple has not been very peaceful recently. They are temporarily unable to come to City D, so they asked me to send you a thank-you gift. This Soul-Settling Talisman was prepared by Taixu Temple. Wearing it every day can calm your mind and soul, and can also increase the speed of entering into meditation and cultivation."

Xie Yinian took it all. When he gave the things to Yao Rong, Xie Yinian also repeated what Zhou Tianshi said to Yao Rong.

Yao Rong opened the Xuanjie forum, and sure enough, there were several posts discussing Zhang Tianshi's affairs.

"These things are useless to me, you can take them."

Xie Yinian looked at the bracelet: "This bracelet looks very retro."

"This is an antique."

Xie Yinian was shocked, but then he thought that it was not unusual for a family of Tianshi with a history of thousands of years to casually take out an antique magic weapon: "Isn't this very expensive?"

"When you become a real Tianshi, you will know that Tianshis are very good at making money, but they are also very good at spending money."

Xie Yinian thought of the 200,000 yuan in his card and asked Yao Rong how she made it.

When Yao Rong said that she made 200,000 yuan by answering two questions, Xie Yinian was stunned, and then plunged into the ocean of knowledge.

Knowledge is priceless, and this is true.

In the next few days, Xie Yinian stayed in the basement to read and study. Occasionally, when he encountered something that he really couldn't figure out, Yao Rong would give him some pointers.

The little ghost in the clay pot was slowly regaining consciousness after being fed by Yao Rong and Xie Yinian.

In a blink of an eye, seven days had passed, and the director's birthday had arrived.

It is not so easy to recover from a fracture, not to mention that the director is old, and the recovery from the injury will be even slower. When

Xie Yinian returned to the orphanage, he saw Zhuzi and the director sitting in the sun and chatting.

He shared the fruit in his hand with the children, and then walked over: "The sun is so strong, why don't you go inside to chat?"

Zhuzi said: "Didn't the police tell me to get more sun? The director is accompanying me."

Xie Yinian asked him how he felt these days.

Zhuzi moved his shoulders: "I feel pretty good, but I didn't sleep well these few days, and I'm always sore all over."

Xie Yinian smiled, pulled over a small stool, sat on the other side of the dean, and chatted with the dean in a gentle voice.

"What have you been doing these days?"

"Is work going well? Did you eat well?"

Every time he came back, the dean would ask repetitive questions, but Xie Yinian would answer them patiently.

The afternoon wind was lazy, with the unique sultry heat of summer. Several children wanted to play Eagle Catches Chicken, and pulled Zhuzi to be the hen.

Two other children quarreled and pulled the dean to judge them.

Xie Yinian watched this scene with a smile, and suddenly, he felt his whole body lighten, and a warm current flowed from his fingertips into his heart, completing a whole cycle in his body.

He successfully drew Qi into his body.

Xie Yinian took out his mobile phone and shared the good news with Yao Rong: [I have successfully entered the door! ]

Drawing Qi into the body is just the beginning of the path to cultivation.

Children born in a family of Heavenly Masters have basically completed this step before the age of six.

Xie Yinian still needs to work hard to catch up with their progress.

However, at this moment, Xie Yinian is not in a hurry to continue his cultivation, but plans to rent a two-bedroom, one-living room house again.

If he is alone, it doesn't matter where he lives.

It's good to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

But he can't let Ms. Yao and him squeeze in the basement all the time. Even if she doesn't need to sleep, she should have a private space.

After Yao Rong heard what he said, he said, "Just rent a villa. The money will be deducted from the 200,000 yuan."

Looking at the expensive rent, Xie Yinian whispered, "Isn't it too extravagant and wasteful?"

Yao Rong glanced at him indifferently, and Xie Yinian silently said in his heart, "It's not his money, it's not his money, he doesn't feel bad about it," and paid the deposit and rent with a painful look on his face.

The villa is not far from the basement. After Xie Yinian completed the formalities and packed his luggage, he called the landlord. After all kinds of soft persuasion and soft talk, the landlord returned 450 yuan to him because he had only lived there for less than ten days.

Xie Yinian's face was full of joy.

When Xie Yinian finished cleaning the villa, the sun was setting outside.

The clay pot was placed in the living room. Xie Yinian took out the incense candle and just about to light it, a wisp of white smoke floated out of the clay pot and turned into a three or four-year-old boy with delicate appearance.

The boy's figure was very illusory, as if it would be dissipated by a gust of wind.

"Brother, brother."

Xie Yinian was not scared, but very happy: "You can show up now."

Yao Rong came down from the second floor. The little boy looked at Yao Rong and showed a flattering smile: "Auntie. Hello, Auntie."

Most ghosts would be afraid of Yao Rong's aura. But the little boy was able to successfully show up because Yao Rong fed him Yin Qi every day. He felt Yao Rong's breath and felt very close to her.

Xie Yinian found the basin for burning paper money, and while burning paper money for the little boy, he asked: "Do you still remember your name?"

"My parents call me Xixi."

"What's your last name? What are your parents' names? Do you still remember?"

Xixi's face flashed with confusion, and she lowered her head and said sadly: "I don't remember a lot of things."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Xie Yinian comforted, "You just appeared, and you will remember more things after a while."

Yao Rong took out his mobile phone and clicked on a photo: "Look, do you recognize the people in it?" Xie

Yinian dropped the stick in his hand and went over to take a look.

There was a man and a woman in the photo.

The man was wearing a suit and the woman was wearing a dress. The two were holding hands, as if they were attending a party.

Xixi imitated Xie Yinian's actions and went over to take a look. His vague memories suddenly became clear. He was obviously very sad, but he couldn't cry. He could only shout: "Dad and Mom! It's Xixi's dad and mom!"

Xie Yinian looked at Yao Rong in surprise.

Yao Rong looked serious: "Then it seems that I was right. The person in the photo is Zhao Zhenghao, the richest man in H City. Half a month ago, his only son went missing and has not been found until now."

Xixi's emotions were too excited, so his soul became weaker.

Xie Yinian has been in the orphanage for so many years, and he is very good at comforting children. After comforting Xixi, Xie Yinian asked him to go back to the clay pot to sleep first.

Xie Yinian and Yao Rong walked into the yard.

Xie Yinian discussed, "Now that we know the identities of Xixi's parents, should we... send the child back?"

The coldness on Yao Rong's face melted a little, and she said, "Of course."

"It's not convenient for us to take the high-speed rail with ashes. I'll ask the pillar to contact the driver and charter a car to go to H City tomorrow morning?"

Yao Rong had no objection to Xie Yinian's arrangement.

Xie Yinian thought for a moment, and then said, "There must be a lot of news on the Internet about the son of the richest man being missing. I'll go back and check to see if I can contact Xixi's parents in advance."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Yinian hurried back to the house.

The last ray of setting sun in the distant sky was swallowed by darkness, and the street lights outside the villa were all lit up. Yao Rong still stood there.

If she guessed correctly, Xixi's disappearance was inseparable from the family infighting.

The child is three years old this year.

A few months older than when Xie Yinian was lost.

It was because she vaguely guessed Xixi's identity that she took the earthen jar away. But she was also worried that she had guessed wrong, giving Xixi's parents hope and then leaving them in despair, so she did not contact Xixi's parents immediately after taking the pot away, but waited for Xixi to regain consciousness.

Of course she had to send Xixi home.

Just like she would take her child home in the future.

***

Xie Yinian called Zhuzi first.

Zhuzi had a wide network of contacts, and after listening to Xie Yinian's request, he patted his chest and agreed: "I'll call you back in half an hour."

Xie Yinian thanked him and began to search for news about the Zhao family in H City.

When he saw the news that "Mrs. Zhao encountered a car accident on the way to find her son and has been in a coma ever since", Xie Yinian sighed.

"It's a heavy blow to parents when their children go missing."

"And Xixi's disappearance is not just a normal one... He fell into the hands of the evil master at such a young age, and I don't know if he suffered any torture before his death..."

Xie Yinian stopped thinking and continued to search. Finally, he found the bounty content and contact information on Zhao Zhenghao's personal Weibo.

H City, hospital.

Zhao Zhenghao sat in front of his wife's bed to handle official business.

Since his youngest son and his wife had accidents one after another, Zhao Zhenghao has almost lived in the hospital. Especially five days ago, he almost got into trouble, and Zhao Zhenghao moved directly into this VIP ward.

After staring at the computer for a long time, Zhao Zhenghao rubbed his temples with his fingertips, got up to wash his face, and suddenly there was a knock on the door. Before he could answer, the secretary pushed the door open.

Zhao Zhenghao looked unhappy, and just as he was about to scold, he heard the secretary say, "Chairman, there may be news about the young master!"

"What did you say!" Zhao Zhenghao stood up suddenly, his expression ecstatic.

Since Xixi went missing for three days, Zhao Zhenghao lost confidence in finding the child, but he was holding on to the last glimmer of hope.

Sometimes, he would rather kidnap Xixi's people and threaten him to hand over hundreds of millions of ransoms to exchange for his only son, which is much better than no news at all.

Zhao Zhenghao suppressed his bitterness and asked repeatedly: "Where did the call come from? What did the other party say?"

The secretary said: "It's from D City. The other party said that he will bring his children to H City to see you tomorrow afternoon."

The other party actually came in person, no wonder the secretary felt that it was credible.

Zhao Zhenghao asked again: "What else did the other party say?"

"The other party didn't say anything else, just told me a WeChat number and asked me to pass it on to you."

Zhao Zhenghao entered the WeChat number and sent the friend application.

The process of waiting for the other party to approve the application was particularly difficult. Time was stretched to an extremely long time at this moment, like a knife hanging in the air that could fall at any time to make the final judgment on him.

In fact, it didn't take long.

In just a few seconds, the other party approved his application, and then the words "the other party is typing..." kept appearing in the dialog box.

Zhao Zhenghao asked the secretary to go out first. He sat paralyzed in a chair, holding his wife's hand, closing his eyes and praying.

Finally, a text message filled the entire screen.

Zhao Zhenghao read it over and over again, struggling to understand the text that was not difficult to understand.

Soon, another voice message came from the other side.

Zhao Zhenghao clicked on the voice again and again.

The clear voice of a child, calling "Dad" and "Mom" again and again, Zhao Zhenghao burst into tears.

Although only half a month had passed, this familiar and intimate call had already separated the distance between life and death.

He held the phone and wanted to send a message to the other party. After trying several times, he finally controlled his shaking hands: [Can I hear the child's voice again? Can I call you?]

[Nian Gao: I'm really sorry, he's weak now]

Zhao Zhenghao quickly replied: [That's okay, let him have a good rest, let him have a good rest]

After a long while, the other party sent another message: [My master asked you to be careful of your younger brother (the man called you big brother)]

The sadness in Zhao Zhenghao's eyes turned into indifference. He stared at the line of words, and his expression gradually turned into determination.

***

Putting down the phone, Xie Yinian felt a little heavy.

"Would you like some milk?" Yao Rong stood outside his door with a glass of milk.

Xie Yinian quickly invited her in and said to Yao Rong, "I don't know if it's right to tell Mr. Zhao about this so casually."

Yao Rong said calmly, "We have to tell him about this."

That's right.

No matter how euphemistic the text is edited, no matter how gentle the words are whitewashed, the truth is so cruel.

Xie Yinian put these worries behind him and talked about business first: "Mr. Zhao said that he has a partner in D City. He wants to contact that partner and ask the partner to send someone to send us to H City overnight. What do you think?"

"Xixi and I don't need to sleep. As long as you think it's okay, then it's okay."

Xie Yinian breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I will tell Mr. Zhao the address. I can understand his feelings. Anyway, I can catch up on sleep on the way." Besides, he is so young that he can survive even if he doesn't sleep for a night.

"By the way, take the peach wood sword and other things with you." Yao Rong reminded him.

This trip is expected to have twists and turns.

Half an hour later, Xie Yinian, holding a clay pot in one hand and pushing a suitcase in the other, got into a car with Yao Rong.

Before dawn, the car arrived at the H City People's Hospital.

Taking the elevator straight to the ward, Xie Yinian and Yao Rong met Zhao Zhenghao, who had not slept all night.

Zhao Zhenghao's eyes were glued to the clay pot, wanting to touch it but not daring to.

Zhao Xi's figure appeared in the air.

"Xixi!"

"Dad!"

Zhao Xi rushed towards Zhao Zhenghao as before, but his body completely passed through Zhao Zhenghao's arms.

"Mom!"

Zhao Xi looked at the woman lying silently on the hospital bed again, and tried to touch her, but couldn't touch her again.

He stood there in a daze, looking at himself and then at Zhao Zhenghao, as if he finally realized that something was wrong.

Yao Rong sighed lightly, pinched his fingers, and a stream of Yin energy continuously fell into Zhao Xi's body.

Zhao Xi's body slowly solidified, and if it weren't for his pale face, it would be almost exactly the same as in Zhao Zhenghao's memory.

Zhao Xi exclaimed, tapped Zhao Zhenghao's arm with his chubby fingertips, and smiled happily: "I touched Daddy again. Daddy, Daddy, I miss you so much, I miss you and Mommy every day, but I've been locked in a black little jar and can't come out to find you."

Zhao Zhenghao's eyes were sour and he hugged Zhao Xi tightly.

When the father and son embraced each other, a chill that penetrated the soul spread from Zhao Xi's body to Zhao Zhenghao's body.

Zhao Zhenghao hugged Zhao Xi even tighter: "Xixi, Dad and Mom have been thinking about you."

Zhao Xi got out of Zhao Zhenghao's arms and looked at his mother on the hospital bed: "Is Mom sick?"

"Yes, Mom missed you too much, so she got sick. Now that you are back, her illness will get better soon."

Zhao Zhenghao touched Zhao Xi's head and turned to look at Yao Rong and Xie Yinian.

Without waiting for him to speak, Yao Rong understood and said, "I know Mr. Zhao misses Xixi very much. You should be alone with Xixi for a while. When you calm down, we can talk about other things."

Yao Rong and Xie Yinian walked out of the ward and sat on a bench in the hospital corridor. Zhao Zhenghao's secretary poured a cup of tea for the two of them, and Yao Rong waved her hand to indicate that she didn't need it.

She asked the secretary, "Mrs. Zhao has been in a coma for such a long time, has she never woken up?"

The secretary shook his head, "Never."

Yao Rong thought for a while and asked again, "Then has your president Zhao encountered any danger these days?"

The secretary said excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes. A few days ago, when our president Zhao returned to the hospital from the company, he was almost hit on the head by a flower pot falling from the upstairs."

Yao Rong knew what was going on.

Zhao Zhenghao did not let Yao Rong and Xie Yinian wait for a long time. In less than ten minutes, he opened the door of the ward and invited Yao Rong and Xie Yinian in.

"Thank you both for sending my son home."

No matter what...

no matter whether he was alive or dead...

at least, his child finally returned to his side and would not die alone in a corner where no one knew.