The time turned, and it was more than nine o'clock in the morning.

Yuan Feng, who was sleeping on the bed of Zhao Sheng's daughter, suddenly opened his eyes because of habit.

Smelling the aroma of the futon, he remembered that it was not at home.

Recalling last night's incident, Yuan Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

After Zhao Sheng's severed finger was taken away by the dog demon, there was no more connection between the two.

As soon as the dog demon left, Yuan Feng could see that the blood light and anger in Zhao's Life Palace were gradually dissipating.

After lying down for a while, Yuan Feng got up.

Zhao Sheng was resting on the sofa with a pale face because of a lot of blood loss.

Hearing the movement, he opened his eyes and asked Yuan Feng what he was going to do.

"It's okay, you just rest, I'll take care of the rest."

Invisibly, Yuan Feng's attitude towards Zhao Sheng was much gentler.

What touched Yuan Feng was Zhao Sheng's move of lifting the pig-killing knife and slashing at his finger without the slightest hesitation.

Yuan Feng knew that he used the knife to cut off his fingers, and few people could do it as neatly as Zhao Sheng.

The dog demon did not take away the cub's corpse, and after Yuan Feng opened the big bowl on the table, the thick stench suddenly spread throughout the house, and Zhao Sheng coughed dryly.

Qimen secret technique, once time passes, dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth.

Yuan Feng found a plate to carry the cub's body outside and burned it with firewood.

After that, the pup's incomplete bones are removed from the ashes.

"This thing, you worship three incense sticks every morning and evening for eighty-one days, and then bury it."

Yuan Feng handed over the burned bones to Zhao Sheng.

Although the matter of the dog demon was dealt with, these four unborn cubs died because of Zhao Sheng.

Worshipping and burying is regarded as helping Zhao Sheng reduce cause and effect.

After sitting down, Yuan Feng carefully showed Zhao Sheng his face.

The blood light in the palace is about to dissipate, and the bad luck and anger are almost dissipated.

The only place where there is still a problem is the Heavenly Court and the Children's Palace.

"Little master, didn't you say before that after my affairs are dealt with, you will help me see my daughter?"

Before Yuan Feng could say this, Zhao Sheng was anxious about his daughter's situation, worried that the situation would become serious after a long time.

"Your daughter's illness is related to your ancestral tomb, it is the ancestral tomb feng shui that has a problem, condenses the poison, and manifests it to her."

"Ahh

Zhao Sheng stood up in shock, lamenting and stomping his feet, as if he had known that something had happened to the ancestral tomb.

"...... a month ago"

Zhao Sheng, who sat back on the sofa, looked annoyed and talked about the ancestral grave.

Zhao Sheng said that about a month ago, a torrential rain in his hometown washed away a lot of the mountains in the back mountains.

The next day, a neighbor called and told him that his family's ancestral grave had been buried because of the collapse of the mountain, so that he had time to go back and repair it.

"At that time, I happened to have a lucrative errand and was busy, thinking that I would go back to it when I had time, so I didn't care too much."

The regret in Zhao Sheng's tone was very strong.

He knew that if he hadn't fallen into the eyes of money, his daughter wouldn't have had a strange illness, and if he hadn't spent money on treatment, he wouldn't have taken the evil path of eating misfortune.

Everything has a cause.

Just because he wanted to make money at that time, he ignored the burial of the ancestral grave, so now in order to treat his daughter, his pockets are empty, not to mention, he has suffered a lot of torture, and he almost gave his life.

Pay for one's whistle.

How many people, for the sake of immediate interests, have been implicated in greater disasters.

Yuan Feng has seen a lot of this kind of thing, and he has long been accustomed to it, and said: "Don't get entangled, regret is useless, now if you want to solve the strange disease on your daughter's body, you must solve the problem of ancestral tomb feng shui." ”

It's not too late to make amends.

Most people understand this truth.

How to remedy the feng shui of the ancestral tomb depends on Yuan Feng, Zhao Sheng asked him when he had time, because the ancestral tomb is in his hometown, a little far away from Nanshan City, and it will take a day just to travel.

"The funeral poison has been born, not a day or two, you will pick up your daughter from the hospital first, I will come to her at night to temporarily suppress the funeral poison on her body, and then go to your hometown."

Diseases that cannot be cured by the hospital, and continuing to lie in the hospital are just a waste of money.

Before leaving, Yuan Feng made a list for Zhao Sheng, asking him to take time to prepare the things he needed during the day, and he could do it when he came.

When he returned to his residence, he read a book for a while, and he was sleepy, so Yuan Feng collapsed and rested.

I slept until five o'clock in the afternoon and was woken up by Liu Ling's phone call.

This little girl opened her mouth and asked Yuan Feng if he had received any work, and wanted to come to watch, Yuan Feng replied no, and hung up the phone ruthlessly.

Those things, in this day and age, are very sensitive, and it is no good to know more.

After getting up and eating, Yuan Feng called Zhao Sheng and asked how he was prepared, and learned that he had just brought his daughter home and the things he needed were ready, so Yuan Feng went out to take a taxi.

Zhao Sheng got married late, and his daughter was only twenty-five years old, named Zhao Ru.

Because of the burial poison, she is very weak, and there are a lot of black and red envelopes on her face, which looks a little scary at a glance.

There is also an honest woman named He Chunlan, who looks about the same age as Zhao Sheng.

Seeing that the situation in He Chunlan's children's palace was the same as Zhao Sheng's, Yuan Feng was sure that she was Zhao Sheng's wife.

The things Zhao Sheng bought were piled up in the courtyard, and seeing that it was almost dark, Yuan Feng and Zhao Sheng immediately prepared it.

The burial poison on Zhao Ru's body is not like poison, and it can be directly pulled out at one time.

The only solution is to deal with the ancestral tomb feng shui.

Before this, Yuan Feng planned to use a secret method to expel the burial poison accumulated in Zhao Ru's body to temporarily alleviate his condition.

After an hour of busy work, the two of them set up a cauldron in the middle of the circle drawn in the courtyard, and a shelf was set up one meter above the cauldron, and the middle was covered with willow branches.

"Little master, what are you going to do next?"

Zhao Sheng asked puzzled.

"When the water boils, let your daughter lie on it, not dressed, and I'll take care of the rest."

Zhao Sheng wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he endured it again and began to light a fire to boil water.

Yuan Feng took out all the things he had prepared, including boy urine, rooster feces, old camellia, black dog blood, and several Chinese medicines with heavy yang energy.

Burial poison, because it is something that grows underground, has a very heavy yin qi.

To force it out, you need a very high temperature.

Therefore, Yuan Feng chose steaming, because the temperature of the steam was very high, and the water mixed with various yin-breaking things could force out the burial poison accumulated in Zhao Ru's body.

The water boiled quickly, and Yuan Feng poured all the prepared materials into the cauldron, and surrounded the cauldron and the shelf with plastic film to ensure that the water vapor from the boil could go upward.

The soaring white qi walked upward, penetrating the steel wire and wicker and flying high, Yuan Feng nodded to Zhao Sheng and motioned for him to inform Zhao Ru to go up.

If you want to steam out the funeral poison, you can't have clothes on your body.

There is a difference between men and women, and it is precisely because of this that Yuan Feng chose to do this at night.

Zhao Ru, who was wrapped in a bath towel, climbed onto the shelf above the cauldron and took off the bath towel and lay down with the support of Zhao Sheng and his wife.

Her body is densely packed with red envelopes and black envelopes, which is very terrifying.

"It's going to be hot later, and you can't help but shout."

After explaining to Zhao Ru, Yuan Feng handed over a watering can to He Chunlan, which was the water he prepared with rooster blood and peach wood juice, and asked her to stand next to the shelf, Zhao Ru couldn't stand it and quickly sprayed cold water on her to cool down.

Then, Yuan Feng let out a low cry and began to walk around the cauldron, very fast.

On the side, Zhao Sheng was frightened.

The temperature of the steam was very high, and under the steaming heat, Zhao Ru quickly snorted, and He Chunlan hurriedly sprayed water on her.

When it lasted for five minutes, the water in the cauldron had been completely boiled, and the thick steam was rushing upward, and Zhao Ru was like a loach in an oil pot, churning very much.

He Chunlan looked at her daughter suffering like this, and looked at Zhao Sheng several times for help.

Zhao Sheng looked at Yuan Feng who was still walking several times, but Yuan Feng was now busy sweating profusely, and it was night, the light was already dim, and he didn't have time to deal with him.

"Mom, I can't stand it."

At eight minutes, Zhao Ru screamed miserably, and the water in He Chunlan's watering can was also sprayed dry.

Seeing that her daughter was too miserable, He Chunlan couldn't help but stretch out her hand, wanting to give Zhao Ru next.

But just as she stretched out her hand, she suddenly saw that Zhao Ru's entire arm had turned dark green.

The black pus in the black bag began to gush out.

"Xiaoru, hold on, those things are out."

The change made He Chunlan's anxiety turn into excitement.

Zhao Ru, who was struggling, also noticed that all the black pus in the black bag was flowing outward, and when she saw hope, her tolerance was greatly improved.

Seeing that the steaming had an effect, Yuan Feng stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"How can Yin Qi be so heavy?"

Yuan Feng, who returned to the pot, looked at the black pus dripping from Zhao Ru's body, the yin qi was thick, his complexion changed slightly, and his eyes narrowed.

Previously, he speculated that the corpse in the coffin was an old corpse.

But now seeing the black pus flowing from Zhao Ru's body, Yuan Feng knew very well that it was impossible for the old corpse to bring such a thick yin qi.

Why is this so?

Yuan Feng felt that he seemed to have miscalculated.

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