Chapter 111 Chapter 111 Search (Part 2)

Early the next morning, Fang Hui heard rustling noises outside. He opened the door and saw Ning Helan was already awake. He looked at the time. It was only nine o'clock. Why did this little Taoist priest get up so early today?

He watched Ning Helan wash up, change clothes, and tie her hair. He walked over and asked, "Little Taoist priest, are you going out?"

"Yes." Ning Helan packed up her things, put on the army green bag, and shouted to the chicken brother on the balcony, "Chicken brother, we're leaving!"

"Hey." The chicken brother finished drinking the water, shook his comb, folded his wings, and strolled over from the balcony.

"Where are you going?" Fang Hui blinked, "You're not going to leave me here alone, are you?"

Ning Helan put on her shoes and looked up at him, "I have something to do."

"I want to go too," Fang Hui said.

"What are you going to do?" Ning Helan took a hat from a hook beside her and put it on, with a half ponytail hanging down behind her head. With the hat covering her face, her face looked even smaller.

"Hey Ning Helan, we are now friends who have risked our lives. You've saved me so many times. I must help you if there's anything you need," Fang Hui said seriously.

"..." Ning Helan didn't think there was anything special about what she did. "Fang Hui, you haven't found your container yet. You're just a soul and may not be able to help me."

"..." Fang Hui was speechless. Ning Helan was telling the truth. "Then tell me where you are going first?"

"The Taoist temple." Ning Helan said.

"Taoist temple? Are you going to that sect?" Fang Hui said immediately, "Then I want to go too."

"This has nothing to do with you."

"Why not? You are going to investigate your parents' graves, right? My mother's grave was also destroyed, how come it has nothing to do with me?"

Ning Helan was a little surprised: "How do you know..."

"Guessed." Fang Hui said with his hands on his hips, "Aren't you investigating this matter?"

"..." Ning Helan neither agreed nor refused. Although Fang Hui was right, he was thinking that Fang Hui was now a lonely soul going to the Taoist temple, and it was very likely that he would be chopped to death by those little Taoist priests with peach wood swords on the way.

"Ding."

At this time, Ning Helan's mobile phone message alert sounded. He took it out and took a look, his pupils shrank, "【Tong'an Bank】1,000,000.00 yuan was transferred to your bank account ending in XXXX."

Ning Helan was dazzled by the string of numbers. Fang Hui came up and took a look: "Oh, it's arrived."

"One million?" Ning Helan confirmed twice that he did not count wrong, and looked at Fang Hui in surprise.

Fang Hui put his hands in his pockets and said nonchalantly: "Didn't you make a 1 yesterday? I thought it couldn't be just ten thousand, so I sent a dream to my father and asked him to transfer one million. After all, you saved my whole family's lives. My father said in the dream that he would give you ten million... After all, human life is at stake..."

Ning Helan's ears were a little tinnitus, and he couldn't hear what Fang Hui said later. He put his fingers lightly on his lips, looking at the balance on the bank card in a daze. In the past, grandpa took the commission and then gave some to himself. He always thought that grandpa's fees were not high. He didn't expect that a commission fee could make so much money?

"...... Ning Helan, hey! Are you listening to me?"

"Well, what did you say?"

"Me!"

Fang Hui clenched his fists to hit someone, but he suppressed his temper and gently placed his hands on Ning Helan's shoulders: "The money has been received, can I go with you now?"

"......No." Unexpectedly, Ning Helan refused again.

"Then, then I will provide the commission fee, okay?"

"......"

Ning Helan was concerned about Fang Hui's situation. It was indeed inappropriate to go to the Taoist temple in a big way. How could a soul bump into the Taoist temple on its own? But Fang Hui was thinking, if it doesn't work, does it mean he has to pay more?

"Well, little Taoist priest, I'll go with you for 50,000 yuan. After all... it's my mother's business." Fang Hui's eyes trembled. When he mentioned this, he was angry and sad. "When I think about my mother's grave being destroyed like that, and her ashes are missing..."

Since it has come to this, Ning Helan had no choice but to agree.

Chen Xuanzong's Taoist temple is in the next town, and it takes less than two hours by bus. The bus driver didn't let Ning Helan carry the chicken on the bus at first, so Ning Helan put the chicken in a pet box before taking it on the bus.

The conductor saw that Ning Helan had bought two seats, one for herself and a pet box in the other. He thought there was some cute little pet in it, but upon closer inspection, he saw that there was actually a chicken inside.

The ticket inspector turned around and said to the driver while chatting casually: "The pets raised by these young people nowadays are really special. Not only are they put in such beautiful cages, but they also buy special seats for them."

The driver blew out a puff of smoke and said: "That's nothing. Last time, someone booked the entire back seat just to let his pet pig have a good sleep. Those pigs were rare. The largest weighed only 20 kilograms, that's all."

Ning Helan originally wanted to buy only one ticket so that he could hold the chicken's cage. Fang Hui didn't need to buy a ticket anyway. He could just hang anywhere in the car as a soul. But Fang Hui said that he couldn't stand for two hours, so he had to buy an extra ticket and let him hold the chicken.

Fang Hui had only taken the bus when the school went on an outing. He usually drove for short trips and took a plane or high-speed train for longer trips. He was a little excited to be on the bus now.

Looking at the street scene that was rapidly receding outside the window, Fang Hui asked, "Little Taoist priest, why were only your family's grave and mine destroyed? There must be more than just our two graves on the mountain, right?"

"I don't know." Ning Helan put on his Bluetooth headset and tuned up music. This was also a question he wanted to find out.

Fang Hui held Ji Ge's pet box and leaned against the glass to look at the scenery outside. He left the city with tall buildings and saw rows of low-rise buildings in an orderly manner.

Away from the city, the green belts on the streets became wider and more numerous, with fewer artificial colors and more natural colors. The rolling hills and vast fields kept coming into view, and the green all over the mountains was very pleasing to the eyes.

Fang Hui saw the old yellow cow in the field, with a calf beside it, and the old man smoking a dry pipe on the ridge of the field wearing a sweat vest. Looking from a distance, it was like a beautiful oil painting. He suddenly remembered the time when he was scratching his head and couldn't come up with a composition based on the pictures. Now, looking at these scenes, his inspiration surged.

Ning Helan closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly with the frequency of the vehicle's movement. She looked back at the scenery outside the window with excitement, staring all the way to know where she was going.

After getting off the bus, we had to take a small car to get to the gate of Chen Xuan Zong. The taxi driver was very talkative. When he saw Ning Helan holding a chicken, he said, "In the past, young people didn't like to come to these places. Most of the people who came here were middle-aged and elderly. Later, young people also gradually liked to come here. Sometimes it seems that there are more people than middle-aged and elderly people. But this is the first time I see someone bringing a chicken to burn incense. Is this chicken an offering?"

"Ha!" Fang Hui couldn't help laughing.

Ning Helan leaned back in the chair and looked at the scenery outside the window until a mountain surrounded by clouds appeared in front of him.

Chen Xuan Zong is halfway up this mountain. Ning Helan remembers that it has been more than ten years since she last came to this place.

When he was five years old, he ran away from home. A five-year-old child ran on the road for two whole days. When he ran to the foot of Chenxuanzong Mountain, it started to rain heavily. He fell into the mud pit while climbing the mountain and slipped many times. He got up and continued to run. His clothes were torn by branches, and his body was scratched by stones and plant thorns.

When the little Taoists saw the muddy little Helan appear at the gate of the Taoist temple, they were all shocked.

"Grandpa Immortal! Please save my mom and dad!" Xiao Helan knelt at the gate of the Taoist temple, and it was unclear whether the tears or rain were on his face. "Please!"

Immortal Xuanyu stood under the eaves and looked at Xiao Helan, with a restrained and complicated expression on his face. A thunder exploded behind Xiao Helan. He didn't hear clearly what Immortal Xuanyu said, but only saw Immortal Xuanyu shook his head. After another deafening thunder struck, Xiao Helan fell down in the rainy night.

"Junior Master Uncle!"

"Junior Master Uncle!"

Later... Ning Helan remembered that he had a high fever for three days. After his body recovered, he became night blind. Not only could he not see ghosts, he could not sense monsters either. At first, his grandfather thought he was stupid because of the high fever.

But later, he never came to Chen Xuan Sect again, and he was no longer a "Junior Master Uncle".

If these things had not happened, he might never come here again in his life.

"Ning Helan... Ning Helan!" Fang Hui stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Ning Helan, "We're here, what are you daydreaming about?"

Ning Helan collected her thoughts: "Nothing..."

Ning Helan's eyes drifted to the mountain, and Fang Hui's eyes also moved over there. Where there are temples or Taoist temples, this mountain always has an indescribable fairy air.

The bluestone stairs at the foot of the mountain have some cracks, and it looks like they have been repaired many times. You can see a lot of tourists.

There is no tourist cable car here, only climbing up step by step. Fortunately, it is not far, and you can reach the Taoist temple in less than an hour.

The hot summer wind blew through the thick woods, and Fang Hui felt a burst of coolness. He took a long breath. It might be cooler in the mountains. No wonder so many people choose to come here to escape the summer heat.

The chicken was released. It was suffocated in the small pet box. It ran around happily when it came out.

Although the stairs were not high and it was not tiring to walk, Fang Hui felt tired after a while. He also felt that his body was getting colder and colder. Something was wrong. He was obviously exercising. Even if he became a soul and could not exercise to generate heat, he should not be so cold, right?

Half an hour later, Ning He glanced at Fang Hui with his remaining eyes, but found that there was no one beside him. He looked back and saw Fang Hui sitting on the stairs next to him and breathing heavily.

When she walked over to take a look, she saw Fang Hui frowning and looking very tired.

"What's wrong with you?" Ning Helan asked.

"I can't take it anymore. The further I go up, the more uncomfortable I feel. I feel like I'm freezing." Fang Hui said while rubbing his arms. He looked up at Ning Helan, "Aren't you cold?"

Ning Helan shook her head. Fang Hui clicked his tongue, "That's strange. Why do I feel cold?" "

Dad, hurry up! Run faster!" A boy about ten years old ran past the two of them, followed by a middle-aged man. The man had a flushed face and was panting, begging, "Hey, don't run so fast. Wait for Dad!"

The boy laughed and took a few steps forward, "Dad, hurry up!"

The middle-aged man took a few breaths, slowed down, and followed helplessly. His back was already wet.

"Young Taoist priest, I think there is something strange about this mountain. How is it possible... A-choo! It's so cold... There may be monsters, or it may be a demon mountain." Fang Hui sniffed.

"There is a Taoist temple here, how can it be a demon mountain." Ning Helan said, "and this mountain is full of fairy spirit, demons generally can't get close. You feel uncomfortable because you are just a soul now, you are not some fairy or beast, it can only be..." "

...Okay, you think I'm a demon?" Fang Hui sighed speechlessly, "Are there any demons as weak as me?"

Ning Helan looked up the stairs: "Or you can stay here, the higher you go, the closer you are to the Taoist temple, and the more uncomfortable you will feel."

Fang Hui pouted, but still stood up: "No, I said I would accompany you, little Taoist priest, do you have any way to relieve it?"

"If you are in the container now, you will basically not be affected by the spiritual energy in the mountain."

"Then, then find a container quickly!"

"...I don't know how to possess souls."

"What should I do?"

Fang Hui hugged Brother Ji, who was looking for bugs on the grass on both sides: "Brother Ji, why don't you take me up?"

"Click!" Brother Ji obviously didn't want to, and struggled twice.

Ning Helan took out two talisman papers from her bag, one was a waterproof label paper, and the other was a yellow talisman paper.

"Stick the talisman paper on your body, at least it can guarantee that you won't feel uncomfortable for a while. You take this note container yourself. When you get to the Taoist temple, you can find a Taoist priest to put your soul in it." Ning Helan said.

"...Oh." Fang Hui took the paper, "How long is the period of time you are talking about?"

Ning Helan looked at his phone: "From the time you put it up... there are still 20 minutes."

Fang Hui looked at the high stairs: "Can we get there in 20 minutes?"

"I can, but you may not."

"Who are you looking down on?"

But when Fang Hui climbed to the gate of the Taoist temple, he felt that the remaining soul and spirit were about to fly away. He had never thought that climbing a mountain would be so tiring, it was almost like taking his life.

Brother Ji walked to Fang Hui calmly, rolled his eyes to show his contempt, and then walked to the side to catch insects.

"Not only can he not compare to a child, he can not compare to a chicken either." Ning Helan said in a dark voice. Fang Hui wanted to retort. If he was still alive, it should not be a problem for him to run up in one breath

. But now that he is a spirit... he really can not compare to anyone. He can not accept it. At the entrance of the Taoist temple, a Taoist priest in his twenties was interpreting divinations for several girls nearby. He glanced over here and saw Fang Hui on the ground first. He frowned and his eyes fell on the boy next to him.

As if he felt that Ning Helan looked familiar, he squinted his eyes and looked at her carefully for a while, and suddenly his face changed.

He hurriedly thrust the fortune sticks to the Taoist friend next to him: "You help them first, I have something urgent to do."

The Taoist friend looked at him strangely as he ran away: "Huh?"

The Taoist priest trotted into a monastery: "Master, something bad has happened!" The

Taoist priest in the room was lighting incense without turning his head: "What's wrong?"

"Master, that...that Ning Helan is back!" The

Taoist priest who was lighting incense paused: "What did you say?"