"Brother, you're in a better mood now." Wang Wogua looked treacherous and pulled a chair to sit down, "Our old man is still waiting for you, please help?"

Chen Fan was amused and crying, "What's wrong with your old man?"

"Evil syndrome." Wang Wogua said carefully.

"Is it serious?"

“It’s serious.”

Chen Fan leaned on the chair and thought, "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

Wang Wogua clapped her hands and jumped up in excitement, "Okay!"

Twenty minutes later, in the community that was not very high-end, Chen Fan, a small building of more than 60 square meters, saw an old man twitching slightly in a wheelchair. The old man was gray and short, and he was already in a state of shape and bones. He was very weak. Chen Fan sat beside the old man and looked at him. Seeing that the blue thread on his neck was like a spider web, he was secretly shocked in his heart. Then he touched the old man's pulse. Three long and two short, which was obviously a sign of evil energy entering his body.

Wang Wogua whispered, "My father is fine usually. When he went out that day, he fell down and foamed at the time. At that time, we were sent to the hospital. We rescued him and saved his life. But the old man kept doing this, trembling and unable to eat. He got better and worse. The doctor checked it and couldn't find out the cause of the disease. He asked us to think about it elsewhere and see if he offended someone. We couldn't figure out what was going on. So he invited a few experts to see it. Someone could tell at a glance that this was an evil disease and someone had a technique. But the man said that although he could see that the old man had been attacked by someone, the technique was very poisonous and he couldn't solve it. Even if it could be solved, he would not dare to do it easily. His meaning was

He said that he couldn't control his Taoist practice. I knelt down to him at that time, but he still refused. Later, he told me that if I want to understand this, I have to find a real expert. I asked him who is the expert. He said, "Just in your area, I know there is an old man named Chen Guangdou. The old man has some Taoist practices. You can try it." As a result, I went there and asked, "Hey, the old man is gone, but someone listened to me after listening to my affairs, so he told me, "It's not that the old man is gone, he has a grandson named Chen Fan. That ability is even better than his master. Go back and ask! I've been back these days and don't know if I'm leaving! I'm looking around. I heard that someone nearby saw you, so I came to look for it..."

"This is an evil disease. To be precise, it is a witch technique, a silk silkworm gu." Chen Fan sucked his nose and rubbed his hands, "What are the big grudges about you old man and others? He has made such a ruthless trick, and it seems that he is rushing to death."

"This, this..." Wang Wogua grinned, "It's hard to say. My father used to be a job as a job. No one who can't offend anyone if he eats this bowl of rice."

"Is there anything that has a deep hatred with your family? That's the kind that's irreconcilable."

"this……"

Chen Fan turned to look at him, "Although there are only a few names in terms of the name, there are thousands of options. Basically, if you want to treat Gu poison, you have to specialize in specializing in the treatment of Gu poison. If you are a young and strong man, I can pull the poison hard in civil and military force. In this way, it can solve his difficulties. But the old man is so old that he can't withstand such trouble. I'm afraid that once I use this technique, the poison will not be solved, and the old man will disappear first. Isn't it a bit of a loss at that time?"

"Hey, that's it, that's it!" Although Wang Wogua had a bad reputation, she was obviously a filial son. Zhang Haoran followed behind Chen Fan and whispered to Chen Fan, "Boss Chen, think of a solution. Brother Wang is really a filial person. He is very nice to his father, we all know."

"The truth is that, but each line has its own rules." Chen Fan hugged his shoulders and walked around the room for a while. "If this is a matter of the Ghost Sect, it is easy to solve. I will be almost done with one sentence, but there are actually many sects of Gu using Gu. As far as I know, there are at least twenty or thirty people who will lay this kind of silk silkworm Gu. Where can I go to investigate who did it? So, the person who tied the bell must be unfinished. If you don't find out who dares, this matter will not be guaranteed."

"If we understand the investigation, will my father still be saved?" Wang Wogua looked bitter, "The master said that in a few days, the old man will be gone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly twitched, and then his whole body shivered like an electric shock. His neck seemed to be filled with a spring. He kept twitching and twitching. The foam in his mouth rushed out, and his whole body shrank into a ball...

"Dad! Dad!" Wang Wogua burst into tears and hugged the old man quickly.

Xiaoman looked a little moved on the side. He turned to look at Chen Fan, but found that Chen Fan was still holding his shoulders and watching coldly, without much emotional fluctuation.

"Don't worry, I can't die for the time being." Chen Fan squatted down and asked the guy standing next to him, "Who was there to guide you to come to me?"

The young man looked at Chen Fan and stammered, "Yes, yes, it's Master Hongren."

"The Master of Dharma Propaganda in Ziguang Pavilion?"

"Um."

Chen Fan photographed Wang Wogua, "Think about who you have offended. I will also meet Master Hongren and see what he thinks."

After Chen Fan said that, he waved his hand and took Xiaoman out together. Wang Wogua winked. A young man came up to follow him. Chen Fan understood at a glance. He was afraid that they would run away. He felt a little disgusted in his heart, but he didn't say anything. The three of them came to Ziguang Pavilion together. In fact, it was not a particularly awesome place, but a slightly larger Buddhist utensil shop. The owner of the store called the Dharma name Hongren. In fact, he was a monk. The layman Chen Fan had met him several times before, and they knew each other, but they could only be regarded as a nod. There was no friendship with too deep.

When Chen Fan came over, Master Hongren was pinching a young model who could be in his twenties to show his palms. His expression was serious and his technique was quite experienced. The young model asked him delicately, "Master, why are you not popular? Do you have to offer something to bring luck to him..."

Master Hongren grinned and said strangely, strangely, looking like he was eager to speak, "I can't see the specific reason just from the perspective of my palm..."

"What should I do?" The young model twisted her body and looked at him affectionately.

"You have to touch the bones." Master Hongren said, lifting up his eyelids and looking at the young model. Seeing that the young model pursed his lips and gave him a blank look, an indescribable throbbing appeared on his face. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, when he saw three people coming in outside. If you love reading novels, how can you not follow this official account? V-letter search: rdww44 or popular online articles, let's talk about online articles together.

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