Hearing me say this, he nodded and sighed, "It turns out that the world is really a circle."

"The boss went out of this courtyard to find you, and you came back today to find the boss."

With that, he dodged away and made a way: "Please."

His frank appearance is also impossible to fault, and I followed him all the way to the Sanqing Palace.

He took a square box from the side and gently handed it to me, "Look at it."

Trembling, I opened the box and pulled out a sheet of paper from it.

What is written above is all posthumous affairs, such as who will be the head of the house after death, and how to arrange the big and small things in the Baiyun Palace.

Looking down again, there is Zhi'an's payment below.

I shook at the light, "This is written by Zhi'an?"

"Exactly."

"Are you sure?"

The hesitation in his eyes was fleeting, and then he nodded again, "Sure."

The reason why I asked him this was definitely not to scare him, but to think of one thing.

"You said before that when Zhi'an confessed his last words, he was already terminally ill?"

"That's right."

I rushed the suicide note to him: "But the handwriting on it is very clear, and the pen is very strong."

hurriedly defended: "The master's calligraphy skills are very high, after all, people who have drawn charms all their lives will not shake their hands."

I smiled and nodded, not piercing him.

Is he using me as a dirty hat?

There is a saying that words are like people, those calligraphers, before lifting the pen, not only look at the physical condition, but also look at their own mood, and even look at the weather.

If there is a little unqualified, you will never use your pen, lest you be taken out and lose your reputation.

From one word, you can see the spirit of a person at that time.

When you are upset, you will never be able to write good things, let alone how can Zhi'an write such neat handwriting in that state?

As if he saw something, he explained vigorously, "This handwriting is absolutely fine. I don't believe you can compare it with the ink treasure left by an old master."

laughed a few times, took out his mobile phone, and took a photo of Zhi'an's handwriting.

"You're joking, after so many years, how can I still have his handwriting?"

With that, I returned the suicide note to him and said softly, "I haven't lived in Baiyun Palace for a long time, I wonder if the *** head can take me in for a few days?"

"Of course!"

One bite agreed: "The old friend of the head of Zhi'an must be a guest of honor in Baiyun Palace!"

Xiao Daotong quickly sent me to the guest room, and I sat in the room, just feeling like a dream.

I sat on the bed to sort out my thoughts, Peach and Ji Canghai once brought them to Zhi'an.

If you don't keep it, Zhi'an will leave some traces, in other words, if I follow the vine, I may be able to find a clue to the peach.

I'm blindly looking for someone outside, the chances are too slim, it's better to wait here for work, maybe there will be results.

Thinking of this, I decided to stay here for a few days.

At night, the yard is quiet.

I took advantage of the darkness to open my backpack and pull out the charm from inside.

This charm was given to me by Zhi'an before.

Just now, *** Xing was deliberately playing with me, thinking that I couldn't find Zhi'an's handwriting now.

All I can say is that he is still too shallow.

In the early years, Taoist charms were not only used to ward off evil spirits, but also had a role - business cards.

In the past, there were many wandering Taoists, and when they were alone on the road, they would inevitably encounter difficulties.

As the old saying goes, rely on your parents at home and rely on your friends when you go out.

If there are really three disasters and six diseases, someone can help them, and then you need to prove your identity.

There are only a few tokens in the sect, so you can't send one by hand, right?

This spell written by the master came in handy.

The front of the charm is the talisman gall

runes, but at the back, be sure to write your own name.

When it is practiced, it is used to show the heavenly court, and when it goes out, it is used as a business card.

When you meet your peers, send this charm forward, and no difficulty is a big deal.

I flipped the charm over and compared it to Zhi'an's handwriting little by little.

If it was just my guess before, then at this moment, I am sure that this matter is definitely not as simple as I see.

Under Zhi'an's handwriting, there is one less horizontal in the middle of the word An, and what is written on the suicide note is written on the board.

Even if what *** said before is true, but now with this handwriting, all doubts are self-defeating.

I suddenly thought of someone, where did Le'an go?

I quickly took out my phone and reopened the suicide note on it, only to find that there was no explanation about Le'an on it.

Obviously, something is not right.

Le An is the top of Zhi'an's heart, and he would rather die than protect him.

Now that he is going to die, how can he forget his heart?

I gently lifted the curtain and looked out through the gap, only to see a figure flickering outside the window.

Good guy, this is really worrying about me!

The more this happens, the more ghosts they have in their hearts!

It doesn't matter, a good meal is not afraid of being late!

Lying on the bed, I muttered silently: Zhi'an, Zhi'an, you said that you have been sober all your life, how did you leave such a mess in the end?

In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard the faint sound of footsteps outside the door.

When I sleep, both ears are always on guard, and the slightest sound can wake me up.

I tilted my head to look, pretended not to hear, and closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

I want to see, what do you want to do?