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On the way back, Zhang Daoxuan took the Tianguan Blade from me, turned it over and over in his hand, and looked at it, as if the black fire stick could turn into flowers if he looked at it too much. Sometimes he frowned, and sometimes he looked at it.

He looked like he was deep in thought, his expression changed a lot, and he seemed to have many things on his mind, but he never smiled.

If he is like this, how can I be better?

When I went back to my hometown this time, I originally wanted to find my dad to answer my questions, but after a conversation, I didn’t get many answers, and my doubts doubled.

About ritual officials, about this business, about that tomb, and even my own future destiny...

I have too many things to think about, and these problems cannot be understood by my brain. If I think too much, I will inevitably feel dizzy, and I will sigh in response.

When we returned to Taiyuan, it was already past three in the afternoon.

When the car passed the expressway toll station, Zhang Daoxuan finally returned the Tianguan Blade to me, touched my head, and said softly: "Jingzhe, from now on you can live with me in the Zhenwu Temple. As for that store

It's better to stay away. I'm not worried about you being alone outside. Why don't you follow me? After all, you can be regarded as the successor of Qingwei Taoism. You can learn as much as you can from the Taoist skills."

It is very strange between people. There is something called status mixed in the middle. Once this thing is established, we can become much closer in an instant.

This is the case for Zhang Daoxuan and I. When Master shouted out, it seemed that there was a silent bond between the fate of the two of us, binding us together so hard that he became confused when talking to me.

It was too gentle and no longer cold, which made Zhang Xinya, who was driving, curl her lips with jealousy.

I was a little hesitant. I didn't care much about that store, but my father did. He always emphasized that giving up the business would end the inheritance. If he really closed the store, I always felt a little sorry for my father's perseverance.

"Even if you tell your dad, he will agree."

Zhang Dao

Once you understand the subtle way, it will be better to say that you are a Taoist priest in the future."

He said it implicitly, and I probably understood that it was a disguise. I don't know why. The courtesy officer was quite taboo, so this was probably a way of protecting me.

After thinking again and again, I finally nodded in agreement.

"This thing should be used with caution!"

Zhang Daoxuan knocked on the Tianguan Blade in my arms and said: "It has been covered in dust for two thousand years, and I always feel that there is something wrong with it. It is different from the legend. In your current state, you should avoid provoking it less. If you really want to use it, you can't use it."

You have to use it in a human state, just wipe your blood and unseal it, then you should know what a true ritual officer is."

I glanced at Tianguan Blade and wanted to try it now, but after all I didn't have the courage and I still had some psychological shadow about this thing.

It's better to choose the right date than to hit it. Since I had decided to move to Zhenwu Temple, I was too lazy to go back and move, so I just took advantage of Zhang Xinya's ride and went directly to the store.

That night I was chased away by ghosts, and I was too busy running around to pay attention to things in the store. When I came back, I was immediately dumbfounded. The store door was wide open, and most of the things that should be thrown inside were thrown away.

Except for tables, chairs, and benches, everything of value was swept away, although there really wasn't much of value.

I rushed upstairs like a gust of wind to make sure that all the notes left by my ancestors were not lost, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

What surprised me the most was the string of wind chimes, which was still hanging at the door. The thieves had no eyes for gold and jade, so this antique, which was obviously old, was not taken away.

I know very well that this wind chime is very magical. If it had not been for this thing that day, I would most likely have been tied up by a ghost.

However, when I handed this thing to Zhang Daoxuan, he looked at it for a long time and couldn't see any clues.

"It looks like a magic weapon, but it doesn't look like it. As you said, if there is a person in this wind chime, it should be regarded as a Horcrux, an artifact inhabited by ghosts. However, there is no one in it now.

It's that thing. It probably didn't end well after it helped you. It's soul is gone. You can keep it. It may be useful in the future and other ghosts may also live in it."

Finally, Zhang Daoxuan made this inference.

After hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. I was so impressed by the macho man holding two maces, who beat Yin Chao like a dog. How could such a ferocious master lose his mind in the end?

Maybe I was a little unwilling, so I called my dad again. When I heard his voice on the phone, I felt a lot more at ease. Although Zhang Daoxuan had already roughly explained it, I was still a little hesitant to confirm.

After he was fine, I asked about the wind chimes.

My dad’s reaction refreshed my perspective. He had forgotten that such a thing existed!

After I reminded him again and again, the old man on the other end of the phone said "oh oh oh" several times, as if he suddenly realized something, and said: "That thing..."

I thought he was pretending to be sophisticated and was trying to show off. After waiting for a long time, he didn't say anything. After asking again and again, he awkwardly told me that he didn't know what the wind chime was. It was left by my grandfather. He only said that it could be done.

To ward off evil spirits in the house, the things belong to our family and have been passed down for many, many years. I’m not sure which generation it was passed down from, but no one found anything special. When my second uncle was strangled to death by a ghost,

, this thing is hanging on the bedside, and I haven’t seen any tough guys jumping out. I’m probably the first to see something unusual about this thing!

The reason why my dad left this thing to me was because he didn't expect it to really be able to ward off evil spirits in my house. He just wanted me to feel at ease. After all, he was doing the job of burying dead people. Who could be really panicking?

After experiencing the landslide of father's love again, I hung up the phone angrily. The moment I put away the phone, I was shocked. This was the first time in my life that I hung up on my dad without saying anything. It felt very bad.

With the wind.

As for the string of wind chimes, after much hesitation, I put it away solemnly, instinctively thinking that this thing was not as simple as my dad and Zhang Daoxuan said.

Apart from that, I actually had nothing to move. I had more than two thousand dollars in total under the bed. After being stolen by a thief, my pocket was cleaner than my face. I just packed up the notes left by my ancestors and packed them up.

Just a few pieces of clothing and that's it.

After that, we found a small restaurant in front of the door to have something to eat before driving away.

When I returned to the Zhenwu Temple, the sun had almost set. The mountains were densely forested and seemed a bit gloomy. From a long distance away, I vaguely saw a person sitting on the steps in front of the mountain gate, with a bag beside him.

A big bag of stuff, but because it was too dim, I couldn't see the person's face clearly. I could only see a little red light that flickered, which suggested that the person was smoking.

"Help is coming!"

Zhang Daoxuan also saw this person, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "As soon as this person arrives, our safety in the tomb will be guaranteed, and I am 70% sure of solving your problem!"

Is it the helper hired by Zhang Daoxuan?

He said that to get down to that tomb, some preparations needed to be made. Could it be that he was just waiting for this person?

I also cheered up and stared at that person through the car window. If Zhang Daoxuan could comment like this, he must be a capable person.

Crunch!

Without any warning, there was a sudden sound of brakes. Zhang Xinya seemed to have lost her mind and went crazy. She suddenly braked on the rugged mountain road. The car almost rolled over and my head hit the window.

It makes a "bang bang" sound.

"he is……"

Zhang Xinya stared at the man in front of the mountain gate, her whole body was shaking, her hands were holding the steering wheel, and her knuckles were turning white. It was obvious that she was not calm in her heart, so she asked in a trembling voice: "Uncle, isn't this person Brother Yaozi?

?”

Zhang Daoxuan nodded with a smile: "Do you recognize it?"

"This is impossible!!"

Zhang Xinya's voice suddenly rose to the point of screaming, and she lost her voice: "Isn't Brother Yaozi dead a long time ago? I saw with my own eyes that his head was cut off!! How could it be him?"

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Chapter completed!