Chapter 129 Chapter 129 Search (Twenty)

"I was hit by a truck that suddenly broke in. But when my soul was taken to the underworld by the ghost, a ball of light said that my morals were not up to standard and would not let me reincarnate. They told me to go find Ning Helan and that I could only reincarnate when I had accumulated a thousand good deeds." Fang Hui felt his temples swell and ache. "Could it be that because I harmed Ning Helan's parents, they let me accumulate good deeds? Am I atoning for my sins?"

Xuan Yu Zhenren looked at Fang Hui in front of him, his face full of pain and disbelief. He gently pulled Fang Hui's hand and placed it in his palm: "Fang Hui, listen to me, Actually..."

In the guest room, Ning Helan was awakened by suffocation. He opened his eyes and saw Brother Ji lying on his chest pressing him. No wonder he felt breathless.

After sending Brother Ji away, Ning Helan covered his chest. The injured area had scabbed over, but it still hurt from time to time.

After getting out of bed, he saw a hot breakfast on the table, millet porridge, pickled vegetables, and salted duck eggs. It looked like they were just put there.

After opening the door, Ning Helan saw Yun Yan sweeping the fallen leaves outside. When she heard the noise, she turned around and saw him, so she grinned: "Ning Helan, you are awake. Eat breakfast quickly, it will be cold later."

"...Thank you." Ning Helan looked at the sky. The morning sun was just right, bright but not dazzling.

Ning Helan sat back at the table and took a sip of porridge: "Where is Fang Hui?"

"He, he went down the mountain." Yun Yan said.

"What?" Ning Helan was a little surprised, "What did he go down the mountain to do?"

"I don't know." Yun Yan swept the bamboo leaves into the dustpan, and then shook the dustpan backwards, "He seemed to have talked to the immortal and left. I don't know what they talked about all night. It was almost dawn when they left."

Ning Helan didn't say anything else, but just finished his breakfast silently. Yun Yan handed him the phone that Ming Xin had taken away before, and Ning Helan thanked him.

There were several missed calls from Ning Guohua in the phone, and she called back to report her safety to her grandfather. She wanted to hide where she was from her grandfather, but how could he not know what was going on here.

"Xiao Lan, you don't have to hide it from me. I know everything. It's about time these things happened."

"Grandpa, weren't you the one who hid it from me?"

"What did I hide from you?"

"About mom and dad, I know the reason."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and then Ning Helan's earnest voice came: "Xiao Lan, I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to get into trouble. You were too young at the time, and I didn't want you to live with hatred."

Although Ning Helan understood her grandfather, she was also very sad: "What about now?"

"Now...now you've grown up, do whatever you want to do, I can't stop you, many things do have to have a result."

His words were full of worry for his grandson. Ning Helan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes brushed across his eyelids, and after a while, he smiled: "Grandpa, don't worry, your grandson is not going to be unable to handle it."

In a side hall of the Taoist temple, the ground was cleaned very cleanly, and fresh fruits were placed on the altar in front of the statue of Zhenwu Emperor. Xuanyu Zhenren lit three incense sticks and then inserted them into the incense burner.

He raised his head and looked at the solemn and solemn statue, his eyes flickering, he seemed to be thinking about something, and stood there for a long time.

The sunlight shining on the statue had moved from the corners of the clothes to the face. At first, the statue seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light. Later, as the sun rose, the light was completely blocked by the wall, and the statue returned to its original quiet and solemn appearance.

A person stood at the door of the hall at some point, and it seemed that he had been standing there for a while.

Xuan Yu Zhenren turned around and saw Ning Helan standing there. He was tall and straight, wearing Taoist casual clothes, with his hair tied up in a bun at the back of his head. This casual feeling on him made him look more like a Taoist than some authentic young Taoists in the Taoist temple.

Ning Helan saw Xuan Yu Zhenren walking towards him, and then handed him an empty sword sheath.

The scabbard looked very old, and many of the carvings on it were blurred. One could barely make out some auspicious clouds and ocean patterns.

Xuan Yu Zhenren said, "This is the scabbard of the Black Chi Gunjiao Demon-Breaking Hero Sword, which was used by the Great Emperor Zhenwu."

Ning Helan lowered her eyes and looked at the scabbard: "Where is the sword inside?"

"The sword... is lost."

"..."

"Xiao Lan, I know you want to find Ming Xin, and I won't stop you. Keep this scabbard well, and he will find you when the sword comes back."

Ning Helan didn't say anything else, but just put the scabbard behind her.

Ning Helan looked around the hall, looked at the statue, and then his eyes fell on the cardboard box next to the altar, where there were several stacks of talisman paper, all of which were unopened.

Xuan Yu Zhenren followed his line of sight to look at those things, and then smiled: "You don't need these now."

When Yun Yan brought tea to Xuan Yu Zhenren, he happened to see Ning Helan walking out of the yard with the chicken. Yun Yan noticed the sword sheath on Ning Helan's back and was a little surprised.

Xuan Yu Zhenren was holding a shower and watering a few pots of sedge grass by the door. The soil here is fertile and the sun is sufficient. These pots are growing well, and it is estimated that they will bloom in October.

"Master, I saw Ning Helan left with the scabbard..." Yun Yan put the tea on the low table next to him.

"I gave it to him." Master Xuanyu picked up a few weeds from the soil.

"But the Black Chi Sword has no blade, so the scabbard is useless, right?"

"The scabbard originally belonged to him."

Yun Yan was full of doubts. Is this sword Ning Helan's? Isn't this sword from the Great Emperor Zhenwu?

Master Xuanyu stood up and patted the dirt off his body: "Yun Yan, you follow Xiaolan."

"Me?" Yun Yan was surprised.

"Mingxin is hiding, and your two senior brothers must not be able to stay. I guess they have all gone down the mountain now. Go and help Xiaolan." Master Xuanyu said.

Obviously, the two senior brothers the real person was talking about were Zhao Fang and Xu Qingyang. Yun Yan put his finger on his chin and thought carefully. After Taoist Mingxin and Senior Brother Hu You ran away last time, there was no news for several days. Ning Helan must be looking for them now. Senior Brother Xu and Senior Brother Zhao will definitely follow. Does he really need his help?

Yun Yan thought of the spells Ning Helan used that day, his spiritual power, and even the ability to summon gods to the world... How can he help such a powerful person?

"Yun Yan." Xuan Yu Zhenren called Yun Yan several times, and Yun Yan suddenly came back to his senses. Zhenren patted his shoulder and said, "You can go with them and take a look. Maybe you can see the scenery you have never seen before, which can help you hone yourself."

"Yes, Zhenren."

Ning Helan took Ji Ge to the foot of the mountain. Zhenren Xuan Yu just told him that Ming Xin and Hu You should have gone to Linglan Mountain in the northwest. There is a Linglan Taoist temple on it. Ming Xin came from there before. He

checked on his mobile phone and found that Linglan Mountain is not far from Tong'an City. The bus only takes two hours.

When he was staring at his mobile phone and thinking about where to buy tickets, he heard someone calling him. He looked up and saw that it was Yun Yan.

Yun Yan grinned: "Ning Helan."

Ning Helan nodded at him: "Yun Yan."

"The Immortal said that I should go with you."

"......?"

Seeing Ning Helan looking at him without saying anything, Yun Yan said again: "The Immortal said that this can also be considered as experience."

Ning Helan suddenly laughed when he heard this: "Who did the Immortal ask you to help?"

This laugh made Yun Yan unable to laugh: "Help who... Help you, of course it's you."

Ning Helan looked at him: "Ming Xin should be considered your uncle, right? Don't you help your uncle?"

"No, no, no..." Yun Yan waved his hands repeatedly, but didn't know how to explain, "Uh... Although Mingxin is our uncle, we all know what he did, and Zhenren will not favor him..."

Ning Helan wanted to sneer in his heart. If it weren't for Zhenren Xuanyu's favoritism, he wouldn't have known the truth at the age of 19.

But forget it, these Taoists always say to follow nature, because it's useless to hate Zhenren for this.

The two people and the chicken got on the bus to Linglan Mountain. The chicken was put in a pet box under the seat, and Ning Helan wanted to sleep as soon as he got on the bus. He remembered that although Fang Hui talked a lot, he was very quiet at this time.

"Yun Yan, what did the Immortal say?"

"This, this I am not sure about either. It seems to be about the Black Chi Sword of the Zhenwu Emperor."

Ning Helan looked at the scabbard standing in the seat, stretched out his fingers and touched it. The scabbard was very cold, but it was not the material that was cold, but an inexplicable cold feeling, as if this thing was placed in the corner, and there was a sense of loneliness that no one cared about for a long time.

"Did the master tell you where the Black Chi Sword went?"

"I mentioned it once before. It seems that the whereabouts of the Black Chi Sword were unknown during a battle with hundreds of monsters."

Yun Yan shrugged: "But we all thought it was a story."

Ning Helan sat up straight and leaned in a relatively comfortable position: "I heard from grandpa that these immortal weapons are different from ordinary weapons. Ordinary weapons are forged first, and then a corresponding scabbard is forged. Among the immortal magic weapons, the scabbard and the sword body of the immortal sword are originally one. There is a scabbard only when there is a sword..."

"Are you saying that this scabbard and the lost sword can sense each other?"

"If they can sense each other, the sword might have returned long ago."

"That's right. I heard that these magical weapons are alive. The sword might be broken somewhere. If it's dead, it won't come back to look for the scabbard..."

Ning Helan suddenly had an idea in his mind, so fast that it was almost instantaneous. He closed his eyes. This idea was too outrageous.

But Fang Hui left without saying a word, which was a bit strange. Let's go find him after this is over. His special spirit is indeed easy to be targeted by those demons and monsters.

Yun Yan is very talkative. It's a rare time for him to go down the mountain. Everything he sees is new and he wants to ask everything. But after seeing Ning Helan drowsy, he was also very interested and didn't say anything more.

Two hours later, the car took the two to the foot of Linglan Mountain, where there is a town called Linglan. Every household grows Linglans. Every May and June, Linglans are in full bloom, and all you can see are Linglans that look like snow. Therefore, it has become a popular place for tourists to check in.

At the entrance of the town, some donkey friends who came to hike asked a local aunt about Linglan Temple, but the aunt said that the Taoist temple was closed and people were not allowed to go.

Hearing this, Ning Helan walked over, smiled politely at the aunt, and asked, "Excuse me, why is Linglan Temple closed?"

She waved her hand and said, "I don't know. Since last month, a quarantine zone has been set up outside Linglan Temple to prevent people from entering. The Taoists inside don't go out either, and they are very secretive."

Yun Yan folded his hands and muttered, "No wonder no one came to the election for the leader this time. Is it because they are all closed?"

The donkey friends next to him complained that they came from a long way just to check in and take a photo at Linglan Temple, but now it's a wasted trip.

"It's okay to go, right? We can just not go in at most. Isn't it the same if we take photos outside?" said one of the donkey friends.

"Yes, yes, we can take a photo from a distance." The others agreed.

Auntie shook her head repeatedly: "No, no."

"Why?" The mood of the donkey friends, which had just recovered, fell again.

"The Taoist priest in the Taoist temple cast a spell there, and we can't find it." Auntie said.

Ning Helan and Yun Yan looked at each other, and the aunt continued, "My grandson is naughty. He didn't go home after school that day. He and a few classmates insisted on going to the Taoist temple to see what happened. But no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find it. Later, they met a man wearing a Taoist robe who told them that the Taoist master in the Linglan Temple had cast a spell on it, and ordinary people couldn't find it." "

Aunt, how old is your grandson?"

"Twelve years old."

"Aunt, your grandson is too young. He must have lost his way and was embarrassed to tell you, so he made up a lie to scare you."

"That's right."

Several donkey friends didn't believe it and laughed.