Chapter 112 Chapter 112 Search (III)

People were coming and going in the Taoist temple. When passing the front hall, several believers were kneeling in front of the statue with their hands clasped together, their eyes full of piety. There was a lottery box next to them. By paying some money, they could ask for a lottery and ask the Taoist priest to interpret it.

Fang Hui looked at these people and then moved his eyes to the solemn statue: "Are there really gods?"

Ning Helan also looked at the statue, his eyes moved slightly, and after a long time he opened his mouth: "There are no gods in this world." Fang

Hui heard that Ning Helan's tone was not right, so he turned around and looked at him, but Ning Helan did not stop and walked through the hall to the back.

There were several young Taoist priests chanting in the side hall in the backyard. Ning Helan stood at the door and watched for a while. When the chanting was over, the young Taoist priests stood up and left. Ning Helan asked the last young Taoist priest who came out: "Excuse me, have Xu Qingyang and Zhao Fang come back?"

The young Taoist priest was about to speak when his eyes fell behind Ning Helan. He obviously saw Fang Hui and his expression changed, as if he was a little confused.

Ning Helan called him again, and the young Taoist priest came back to his senses: "Senior brother and the others haven't come back yet. Is there anything the donor wants to see them for?"

"Then may I ask if their master is here?" Ning Helan asked again.

The young Taoist looked at him and said, "My uncle should be here. What can I do for you?"

Ning Helan said, "I have something very important to tell you, and we need to talk to you in person."

Ning Helan paused, looked at the young Taoist with his eyes, and smiled softly, "Please be flexible, young Taoist."

Then the young Taoist pointed the way to Ning Helan as if possessed by a ghost. After watching the two leave, he suddenly came to his senses and said, "...Did I see a ghost just now?"

Past the backyard was a lush bamboo forest. It was midsummer, and the green bamboo was growing very well. When the breeze blew, bamboo leaves fluttered to the ground. The new leaves fell and the old leaves withered, forming a thick layer.

Ning Helan stood outside the bamboo forest and picked up a thin bamboo pole with green leaves on it. He touched it and seemed to be in a trance.

Suddenly, a fierce shout came from behind: "Demon! Stop!"

The sound of a sword came with the sound of wind. Ning Helan subconsciously took a step to the side to avoid the attack in front of him. He didn't expect that the person who came was not going to hit him, but Fang Hui next to him.

Fang Hui quickly bent down to avoid it, and when he looked up, it was the little Taoist priest from before: "Hey, what are you doing!"

The little Taoist priest held a peach wood sword in his hand and stared at Fang Hui seriously: "Evil spirit! How dare you set foot in the Taoist place of meditation! Die!"

"No..." Fang Hui was about to explain, but the little Taoist priest didn't listen to him at all, and stabbed him again with the sword. Fang Hui didn't take it too seriously when he saw that he was holding a peach wood sword, thinking that being stabbed by the wooden sword would not be a big deal.

Just when he was careless, the peach wood sword cut a hole in his arm. A sharp pain came from the wound. He was shocked and covered his arm to avoid the next attack of the Taoist priest: "Fuck you, are you really going to hit me?"

"Humph!" The Taoist priest saw Fang Hui was injured and muttered something. The peach wood sword actually cut through a stream of light, which looked sharper than before. The

Taoist priest rushed to Fang Hui in the Seven Star Step and raised his sword to chop. Fang Hui was so scared that he hugged his head, but he didn't expect the pain. Fang Hui opened his eyes and saw Ning Helan blocking the Taoist priest's sword with a bamboo pole.

The young Taoist priest was obviously a little surprised. He took a step back: "Impossible... How could you block my sword so easily?"

Ning Helan smiled slightly: "What is your name, young Taoist priest?"

"... Just call me Yun Yan." The young Taoist priest paused before saying,

"Taoist priest Yun Yan." Ning Helan called him solemnly.

Hearing being called Taoist priest, Yun Yan waved his hands hurriedly: "I don't deserve the title, just call me Yun Yan."

"I brought him here," Ning Helan glanced at Fang Hui, "He's not some demon."

"You brought him here?" Yun Yan looked at Fang Hui in disbelief, then looked at Ning Helan, "Why do you carry a soul around? A lonely soul at that?"

Fang Hui rolled his eyes secretly when he heard the last two words.

"This is a long story, but he is not a demon, and he only has one soul and one spirit, only demons can eat him." Ning Helan said.

"Okay." Yun Yan put away the peach wood sword.

"Hey, you cut me, apologize to me." Fang Hui said, covering his arm.

"..." Yun Yan frowned. For people like him who practice Taoism, seeing Fang Hui, a wandering ghost, being killed with one sword was already a mercy, but he actually had to apologize to him.

Fang Hui didn't care about that: "I didn't do anything, but you cut me with a knife. Shouldn't you apologize?"

Yun Yan didn't understand: "You are not a living person. I cut you because I was afraid that you would hurt others. Why should I apologize to you?" "

Hey you..." Fang Hui glared and wanted to fight with Yun Yan, but he was stunned and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Fang Hui?" After a long while, Fang Hui didn't say anything. Ning Helan turned around and saw two talismans falling down. The talismans on Fang Hui fell off, and there was no one in front of Ning Helan.

Without the revelation talisman, Ning Helan couldn't see Fang Hui anymore.

Yun Yan saw Ning Helan standing there without moving or speaking, so he stepped forward to take a look at Fang Hui. Fang Hui's brows were knotted, and his lips were shaking with pain: "Ning Helan, my arm hurts so much!"

Ning Helan? He was calling this donor, right? But why didn't he answer? Yun Yan looked at Ning Helan in confusion: "This donor, you..."

"When you chopped Fang Hui just now, you knocked off the talisman on his body. Now I can't see him." Ning Helan said lightly. Yun

Yan was a little surprised. Can't see? Strange, even someone like me who has only practiced for a few years can see souls clearly. This person's spiritual power must be higher than mine. How can he not see even the most basic one?

"Yun Yan, please tell me how Fang Hui is now?" Ning Helan looked at him.

Yun Yan's eyes moved to Fang Hui's arm. There was a deep wound where the peach wood sword had just chopped him, and some green and black gas kept coming out from it.

Yun Yan lifted his chin and said, "Strange, his wound is very deep... and some black-green gas keeps coming out of the wound."

"Fang Hui is now a spirit body, and the peach wood sword is originally a pure yang object, specifically designed to overcome his current cold and yin state." Ning Helan said.

Yun Yan beside him quickly explained, "I didn't cut so deep just now..."

"How dare you say that! Hiss..." Fang Hui's face turned bitter after he was fierce to Yun Yan, "Little Taoist priest, I'm not going to die, am I... Why do I... I see myself becoming more and more transparent..."

Yun Yan looked at Ning Helan again: "He asked you if he was going to die... But I think he's almost dead."

"Bullshit! I'm not going to die!" Fang Hui cursed.

This dirty word was so powerful that it scared Yun Yan: "How can you say dirty words like that?"

"You chopped me to death and you don't allow me to curse?!"

Ning Helan sighed: "I guess if you can curse, you won't die for the time being..."

Fang Hui grabbed Ning Helan's sleeve quickly: "No, no, no, I'm in trouble. My wound hurts so much. Help me, little Taoist priest, I paid for it..."

Yun Yan looked at Ning Helan again: "He said he paid."

Ning Helan was silent, and the people next to him Yun Yan looked at Fang Hui and then at Ning Helan: "You guys..."

At this time, a deep male voice came from the side: "Yun Yan."

Yun Yan immediately stood up and bowed to the person who came: "Master."

Ning Helan lifted the curtain and looked at the person who came. It was a Taoist priest about fifty years old, with a thin face, thick and black eyebrows, bright eyes, a head of black hair tied in a Taoist scarf, and wearing the Taoist robe of Chen Xuanzong.

He and Ning Helan looked at each other, Ning Helan narrowed his eyes, and the expression on his face became serious.

"Yun Yan, bring them in." The Taoist priest turned and went into the room after saying this.

"Yes, Uncle Master." Yun Yan made a gesture of invitation to Ning Helan, "Please come in, both of you."

Ning Helan helped Fang Hui into the house. Fang Hui's soul now looked fainter. The Taoist looked at him, stretched out his hand to take out the note in Fang Hui's hand, and waved his hand. A formation suddenly appeared under Fang Hui's body. The note in his hand slowly rose, and Fang Hui's soul was sucked into the note next to it bit by bit.

Fang Hui's soul entered the container.

Ning Helan saw Fang Hui jumping up from the ground happily: "Hey, I have a container, hey, my wound doesn't hurt anymore!"

Yun Yan beside him opened his mouth wide: "Wow... This is the first time I've seen..."

Fang Hui was excited for a while, and then he saluted the Taoist priest next to him in a proper manner: "Thank you, Taoist priest."

"It's a small matter, don't take it to heart." The Taoist priest looked at Ning Helan after saying that, "The poor Taoist is Mingxin."

Mingxin? Xu Qingyang and Zhao Fang's master. Ning Helan's eyes sank, and he looked at him without saying a word.

Taoist priest Mingxin gestured to the two to sit down first, and asked Yun Yan beside him to serve tea to the two: "Yun Yan, you go down first."

"Yes." Yun Yan left the room and looked at the two again before closing the door.

The Taoist priest sat in the main seat, picked up the tea, blew on it, and then slowly drank it.

Fang Hui didn't know what the two were going to say, so he turned around and looked around the room. The room was not big, but it was very clean and bright. There was a yellow wooden bed, a brown wooden wardrobe, and a round table next to it. On the table was a square inkstone and a piece of off-white rice paper, with only half of the words written on it.

In the corner of the table, there was an incense burner burning, emitting a faint sandalwood fragrance.

The table was close to the lattice-shaped window, and the sunlight shone through the paper window, making the light in the room soft and comfortable.

Fang Hui looked to the other side, but saw a very modern bathroom, which had a water heater, a smart toilet, and a suspended sink. The ancient and modern decorations collided in the room, but there was no sense of separation, but a unique feeling.

"I didn't see you when I came to the Taoist temple before." Ning Helan spoke first.

Taoist Mingxin slowly put down the teacup: "When I was young, I traveled around the world. I was outside for almost twenty years and only came back here the year before last."

Ning Helan leaned back and crossed his arms: "Why let Xu Qingyang and Zhao Fang trap me?"

Taoist Mingxin glanced at him: "My apprentice should have told you that I just don't want you to participate in the election for the headmaster."

"Heh." Ning Helan chuckled, "If you didn't let them come to me, I wouldn't know about this. Even if I knew, I wouldn't come. But you sent them to bother me for a few days, and I suddenly felt..."

He looked at Taoist Mingxin, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "I'm interested."