That night, Jiang Huo did not return to school, but lived directly in Leng Bai's house.

The three of them slept in the same bed, and Jiang Yu hugged his sister all night, for fear that Jiang Huo would disappear out of thin air inexplicably.

The next day, when Leng Bai made breakfast, he came to the bedroom and woke up Jiang Yu, who was sleeping.

After eating breakfast, Leng Bai and Jiang Yu walked together, leaving Jiang Huo alone in the entire family.

After tidying up the dining table left by the second daughter, Jiang Huo sent a text message to Xiao Xiao, asking if the other party had time now.

Soon, Xiao Xiao replied to Jiang Huo's message. Xiao Xiao apologized to inform Jiang Huo that this morning, there was a meeting in the group company, and he couldn't take a break for the time being, but he could ask for leave in the afternoon.

Because today was a working day, Jiang Huo didn't show any surprise on his face after seeing Xiao Xiao's reply message. After agreeing with the other party on a place to meet in the afternoon, Jiang Huo changed his clothes and went out.

Stopping a taxi at the entrance of the community, Jiang Huo reported a place name to the driver, and the other party stepped on the accelerator without hesitation, and the yellow and white taxi immediately jumped out. After more than an hour's drive, the elder brother sent Jiang Huo to his destination. After paying the fare, Jiang Huo thanked the other party in a friendly manner, opened the car door, and got out of the taxi.

The scene in front of me is crowded with people.

Jiang Huo stood in place, looking at the crowd of people coming and going, and sighed: "Although I am a monk, it is really difficult for these masters to practice in this world!" ”

Just as Jiang Huo sighed, a small novice wearing a gray monk's robe came from a distance. Xiao Shami came to Jiang Huo, folded his hands, and said, "Amitabha, Master Jiang, Uncle Qing Shui, have been waiting for you in the guest hall for a long time!" ”

Seeing this, Jiang Huo returned a salute to the other party, and immediately followed behind Xiao Shami and walked into the Zen temple.

Not long after traveling on the winding road, Jiang Huo came to the guest hall of the Zen temple. The old monk Qing Shui, who had not been seen for a long time, was sitting upright in the main seat, and after the other party saw Jiang Huo coming in, he waved his sleeves and signaled the little novice who led the way to retreat by himself.

"Miss Jiang, please sit ......" After the old monk Qing Shui beckoned Jiang Huo to sit down, he said: "Miss Jiang, you are a few days later than the old man estimated......

"That's because the master came back too early......" The corners of Jiang Huo's mouth hooked, picked up the tea cup in front of him, and took a sip.

Jiang Huo didn't believe that the old monk Qingshui would wait for him here for no reason.

Sure enough, after Jiang Huo drank the third cup of tea, the old monk Qingshui finally couldn't sit still.

"Miss Jiang, after entering the temple, do you feel anything?"

"Feelings?" Jiang Huo put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Of course you have a feeling, is it magnificent?" ”

Jiang Huo was talking nonsense with her eyes open now, and since she approached the Wanshou Cihua Temple, she had discovered the difference of this temple. On the surface, this temple is magnificent, shining with golden light, and the Dharma is strong, but in fact, Jiang Huo can feel the dead air hidden under the temple.

That's right, it's dead air.

the kind of dead air that exists only in hospital morgues; The kind of dead air that exists only in mass graves; The kind of dead air that only exists in mass graves; The kind of dead air that only emanates from the body of the dead.

How could there be such a dead air in the Zen Temple? Jiang Huo couldn't believe his perception at all.

"Miss Jiang, don't laugh here, the old man is serious." The old monk Qingshui had a serious look on her face, she looked at Jiang Huo, and said, "Do you feel the dead air in the Zen courtyard?" ”

Since the old monk Qingshui made the words clear, the river fire was no longer hidden, she pointed to the bluestone bricks under her, and said: "The dead air comes from the ground, and under the cover of the strong Buddha qi, it doesn't seem real, but it is real......

The old monk Qingshui nodded approvingly, and his hanging heart finally let go.

The old monk Qingshui had not fought with Jiang Huo, and he didn't know what Jiang Huo's strength was, since the other party could now feel the dead air coming from the ground, it meant that he was not wrong.

"Since Miss Jiang can sense the ghost qi, then everything is fine......

The words of the old monk Qing Shui made Jiang Huo a little confused, she didn't understand what the other party meant.

Next, the old monk proposed a deal to Jiang Huo.

That's right, a monk proposed a deal to Jiang Huo, or rather, ...... Compel? Threat?

"Miss Jiang, the old man knows what the purpose of your coming to the Zen Temple is, the treatment method of Lord Xiao, the old man has already prepared, and now the old man only hopes that Miss Jiang will agree to one condition......

"That seems a little different from what we said at the beginning, right?" Jiang Huo's eyes flickered as he stared at the old monk Qingshui.

The other party listened to Jiang Huo's words, and did not show any abnormality at all, but said to himself: "Lao Wei just hopes that Miss Jiang can do a little favor, and in the middle of July this year, she can come here to help......"

"Is this a threat?" Jiang Huo leaned back in his chair, stared at the old monk Qingshui expressionlessly, and said, "What if I don't come?" Won't the cure be given to me? ”

"Give, of course I will, why not?"

The old monk Qing Shui took out an old book with a local yellow cover from his arms and sent it to Jiang Huo.

Jiang Huo took the book handed over by the other party and glanced at the cover.

There is no writing left on the surface of the book, and the footer of the book has been torn due to long reading.

"By following the above steps, you can get rid of Lord Xiao's illness......" Old Monk Qing Shui coughed and said, "If Miss Jiang doesn't have the medicinal materials mentioned above, Old Man can also provide ......."

Seeing that the old monk Qing Shui handed over the book to him so easily, Jiang Huo suddenly felt a little strange in his heart.

"I don't need any medicinal herbs, master, tell me what the hell is going on, right?" Jiang Huo directly put the book into the system space, and immediately opened his mouth to ask about what the other party said.

"Amitabha, this matter should be explained to Miss Jiang after it officially happens." The old monk Qing Shui shook his head and refused to say a word: "If Miss Jiang is interested, please rush here in the middle of July this year......

Jiang Huo was really impatient with the old monk Qingshui's pretending to be mysterious, she waved her hand and said, "Master, I know, if I have time, I will come, there is nothing else, go first......"

Before the words fell, Jiang Huo's figure flashed and disappeared into the guest hall.

Looking at the empty seat, the old monk Qingshui sighed and immediately got up and left.