Silently in the Dragon King Temple, the fingers of the white-clothed young man lying on the ground moved slightly.

When he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little cold, and subconsciously sat up from the ground, putting his hands to his mouth and sighing.

"So I'm not dead...... he muttered in a low voice, looking at the empty and dilapidated temple.

He thought that the two men who spoke strange words would directly kill him, although the book given to him by Mr. Su was missing, but he finally picked it up.

Ling Jiang opened his left hand, looking at the black mark on his palm, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly. Glancing up at the burned yellow incense on the altar, he got up and patted the dust on his clothes.

Ling Jiang couldn't help but feel a trace of doubt in his heart, what did those two strange men want to do? They ran all the way to this Dragon King Temple just to snatch a book from him?

Obviously unreasonable.

Ling Jiang couldn't help but laugh at himself, "It's just a book, why should I care so much?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the closed temple door was suddenly pushed open. It was already afternoon, and the sun was shining down obliquely, looking slightly dazzling in the gloomy temple.

Ling Jiang tensed his mind, clenched his fists and looked out along the crack in the door, and a bloody palm reached in!

Ling Jiang's scalp suddenly tingled, fortunately, it was not the first time he had seen this kind of thing in the past few days, otherwise he would really be scared half to death in such a strange place.

Constantly pushing the door open in front of the bloody hand, Ling Jiang, who was stunned, realized that it was a person!

She seemed to be very tired, and walked into the threshold with both hands on the door panel, and she raised her head with difficulty, looked at the white-clothed scholar standing alone in the temple, and stretched out a hand towards him with difficulty, and then looked sluggish and passed out.

"Girl!" Ling Jiang shouted, hurrying to the temple gate.

Her face was very pale, and the green clothes on her body were stained with blood everywhere, and the scene was extremely shocking.

Ling Jiang cautiously reached out to probe the tip of her nose, and found that there was still a vague exhalation, although he was relieved, he was still a little helpless.

"The girl is offended!" Ling Jiang whispered a word to the woman, and then bent down to hold her up, then picked her up and ran towards Pinghai Town.

The girl's body was cold, but there was no blood spilling from her body, and Ling Jiang couldn't figure out what was going on. The girl who waved goodbye to him in the mountain temple this morning has only been seen for a long time, and she is injured like this.

Ling Jiang trotted on the beach, looking at the blood stains on the soft sea sand, and couldn't help but feel a little numb in his scalp. The matter of sacrificing to the sea has not stopped, and many people in the town, like him, are still quite sensitive to such unlucky things.

"Could it be that the two people who robbed the book did it?" Ling Jiang couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and looked at Pinghai Town, which was already close in front of him, and accelerated his pace again.

It is said that after the fortune teller ran away in a gloomy manner, he was immediately stopped by someone before he could unload his outfit.

It was no one else who stopped him, it was a beautiful woman carrying a small flower basket, Su Xiaoxiao.

"Little doll, what are you doing here?" the Taoist looked a little anxious, as if he didn't want to delay here.

"Dao Chief, it's only been a day, have you forgotten me?" Su Xiaoxiao had a smile on her face, "Yesterday, you helped me tell my fortune." ”

"Is there one?" The middle-aged Taoist priest scratched his head and swept his eyes around, "Little doll, you shouldn't admit that you are mistaken, poor Dao never tells your life." ”

After that, the middle-aged Taoist priest was about to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, a woman in red fell from the sky, and her body landed briskly in front of him.

"Daoist Chief, stay here, my young lady still has something to tell you. The woman in red loosened the bones on her fingers in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest, making a crisp clicking sound.

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and said, "Little doll, I still have urgent business today, if you have anything to say, we will talk about it next time." ”

"You said that within three days, Ruyi Langjun will come to the door, and the past two days have already passed, what about people?" Su Xiaoxiao stood behind him and scolded.

The middle-aged Taoist priest turned around with a smile, "It's only the second day, don't worry, little doll, maybe you're already on your way." ”

"Give me back the fortune teller's 500 wen, and this matter will be settled. Su Xiaoxiao glared at him and said.

"Dao Chief, I advise you to listen to my young lady obediently. Red Sleeves fanned the flames behind him.

"It's easy to say, poor Dao will go back to you to get money. The middle-aged Taoist priest said, and snapped his fingers lightly.

Su Xiaoxiao watched the middle-aged Taoist priest finish snapping his fingers, and a shocking echo came from his ears. When the echo died down, Su Xiaoxiao was about to stop the middle-aged Taoist priest, only to find that the person had long since disappeared!

"It's really ......" the middle-aged Taoist priest shuttled through the sea of people and scolded with a big grin, "In the future, you really can't easily calculate, you can't count anything good all day long, but there are a bunch of." ”

"Isn't it just curious to calculate a bloody disaster, this little moth can also give the Dao chief a whole debut thunder split, it's really fucking unlucky. The middle-aged Taoist priest then scolded, he pinched the knots on his middle finger with his thumb as he walked, and after a while, his face suddenly changed greatly, "Oh bad, I actually missed that kid." ”

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"Doctor Qiu, you are the most skilled Lang Zhong in Pinghai Town, you haven't even mastered this vein, how can you say that you can't be saved?" Ling Jiang stood in front of the door of the medical hall, his left foot had already stepped into the threshold, but his right foot stopped outside.

A sixty-year-old man in the medical hall who was pounding medicine shook his head and said, "You look down on me too much, go back, while people still have half a breath, let's take care of the aftermath." ”

Ling Jiang carried the girl in Tsing Yi on his back and stared at the old doctor in the medical hall heavily, his eyes suddenly filled with a touch of despair.

He felt more and more that the girl's body became colder.

"If even Dr. Qiu can't be saved, then who else in this town can be saved?" Ling Jiang thought to himself.

He glanced back at the girl on his body, after all, people had saved his life, so he couldn't just leave it alone, right?

But if she really dies and her family comes to trouble herself, how can she get out of it when the time comes?

Ling Jiang stood in the alley, stumped by this simple question.

"Ahem, hexagram, hexagram ......"

At this moment, a long voice came from Ling Jiang's ears.

He looked up and saw that it was a blue-robed Taoist priest holding a green flag with the words "Divine Calculation" written on it.

He recognized this person, it was the middle-aged Taoist priest who wanted to slander him yesterday.

"Hey, young man, we'll meet again. The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Ling Jiang and greeted him with a small face.

"What do you want to do?" Ling Jiang said in a deep voice, "I don't have time to play tricks with you right now." ”

When the Taoist chief heard this, he couldn't help but nodded, "Well, that little girl's time is indeed running out." ”

Ling Jiang was about to turn around and leave, but when he heard the Taoist priest's words, he was stunned. He raised his head and looked at the Taoist with fixed eyes.

"Young man, this person's life is at stake, if you listen to me, maybe she can still be saved. The middle-aged Taoist priest said seriously.

Ling Jiang's heart sank, and he hurriedly asked, "Dao Chief, please speak." ”

"This girl's injuries are not serious but not light, but she can live or die, as for whether she is dead or alive, no one in Pinghai Town can control it. The Taoist chief looked at the girl's pale face and said.

"What do you mean?" Ling Jiang asked.

"Hehe......" the middle-aged Taoist priest smiled awkwardly, "Poor Dao means that if you want this girl to survive, you have to leave Pinghai Town." ”

"Leave?" Ling Jiang immediately retorted, "Pinghai Town is surrounded by wilderness, where can you go if you leave?"

"Poor Dao said to let you leave the town, but didn't you say to let you go far away?" The middle-aged Taoist priest said helplessly, "If Poor Dao guessed well, your home should be in a nearby village, right?"

Ling Jiang's eyes lit up, and he nodded hurriedly.

"Your name is Ling Jiang?" the middle-aged Taoist priest then asked.

Ling Jiang then nodded.

"How is your reputation in this town?" the middle-aged Taoist priest then asked.

"I don't understand. Ling Jiang was anxious, "Daoist, do you want to save people or not?"

"Don't be in a hurry. The middle-aged Taoist priest waved his hand, "If the poor Dao is not sure to solve this mess, why should he talk to you?"

Ling Jiang wanted to speak and stopped, so he had to stare dryly on the side.