He Has To Be Human, Right? ! - Chapter 94

By the time the three of them climbed up the mountain and stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple, it was already eleven o’clock at noon.

Ye Ying panted heavily, looked at the closed door in front of her, and asked, “This…isn’t it going to be a lunch break?”

“You…brought a lunch break…?” Zuo Huai couldn’t believe it.

He was the weakest, out of breath. Ye Ying couldn’t help but look at him: “Your body is so stooped.”

“Taoist priests have to eat too.”

Hui San looked helplessly at the two good-for-nothings. It seems that even Ms. Ye, the Great Immortal of Strange Power, couldn’t bear it after a long day and a night of tossing: “Why don’t we go find something to eat too?”

Ye Ying sat down in the shadow on the side of the gate of the Taoist temple, and waved her hands profusely with sweat: “If you want to go, go, I can’t go.”

What are you kidding, after finally climbing up, you still have to go down? !

Zuo Yu sat on the other side of the gate, and the two of them leaned against the wall together, rolling their eyes and panting.

Gray Three: “…”

They were lively and aggressive when they first came out, but now they are no longer lively, and there are only two aggressive ones left.

He walked over and pulled two dead fish: “Is it reasonable to lie dead at the gate of someone’s house?”

While pulling, the door slowly opened.

The movements of the three of them stopped, and they saw a figure standing behind the opened door.

Wearing Taoist robes, he bowed politely: “Master has been waiting for you distinguished guests for a long time, please follow me.”

Three people, you look at me, and I look at you.

In the end, Ye Ying and Zuo Huai Wangba got up from the ground as if turning over, patted the dust off their bodies, and walked into the Taoist temple.

When entering the Taoist temple, Ye Ying was still secretly on guard. Although she and Zuo Huai are both human beings, they still have a gray fairy with them.

Daomen and Xianjia… It seems that they have not dealt with it very much since ancient times.

But without changing color on three sides, he entered the Taoist temple.

Ye Ying felt relieved and walked inside with the little Taoist priest.

All the way through the courtyard, they were finally taken to a house in the backyard.

The carved doors of the big Chinese-style house were all wide open, and the little Taoist priest led them in and respectfully said, “Master, the distinguished guest is here.”

“please.”

The little Taoist priest got the order, turned around and lowered his eyebrows: “Everyone, please.”

Ye Ying looked at him suspiciously: “Couldn’t it be that as soon as we go in, there will be a net waiting for us?”

She raised her mobile phone and shook it to the little Taoist priest: “I’ve already pressed Yaoyaoling, if you-“

Hui San was annoyed to death by her, and stretched out his hand to push her behind: “Okay, Grandma Six.”

Sure enough, there is no age for menopause, only the coincidence of menopause.

Ye Ying was hit in the back by her horse boy, and stepped into the main room involuntarily.

As soon as he looked up, he saw an old Taoist priest with a kind face, wearing a beautifully embroidered cassock, sitting in the middle. Seeing them, he nodded kindly.

Ye Ying looked at his white hair and long beard, with a red face, and couldn’t help sighing: “Well, this looks like a master of Taoism.”

Yuan Zhen’s old cabbage gang looks like a live rice dumpling. With a wrinkled face, he didn’t need makeup when he was cast in Lin Zhengying’s movie, so he was not a good person at first glance.

Or say that it is born from the heart.

Ye Ying thought for a while and came here, so she naturally walked to the seat opposite him and sat down: “Master Daoist, you are the master here… Master Xue?”

In fact, she doesn’t know the various names of the Daoist sect very well, so she can only call blindly based on the limited knowledge she has acquired on TV.

Fortunately, Daoist Xue didn’t care about this, and nodded with a smile.

The little Taoist priest from before appeared quietly, served tea for them, bowed slightly, and left again.

Ye Ying looked at Daoist Xue, who was of immortal demeanor, and couldn’t help but ask, “Do you know we’re coming?”

After asking, I thought it was nonsense.

Everyone has something to do with metaphysics, divination or something, not sprinkle water.

So she asked again: “Then you also know why we came.”

Daoist Xue didn’t expect her to be so direct, so he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled helplessly: “If I guess right, it’s for my poor uncle.”

Straight **** are always pleasant, Ye Ying tilted her head unexpectedly: “Is Yuan Zhen your uncle?”

Xue Daochang sighed: “That’s right.”

Ye Ying’s eyes flashed, and she said sincerely, “Then what is your relationship with Lin Wangshuo?”

Hearing this name, Daoist Xue’s eyes flashed with obvious sadness.

Ye Ying didn’t let go of this detail, but she didn’t say anything, just waiting for Daoist Xue to answer.

Sure enough, Daoist Xue replied: “He is the grandson of Pindao’s cousin, so he called Pindao uncle and grandpa.”

“The poor Taoists practiced Taoism in Longhu Mountain when they were young, and returned to their hometown when they were middle-aged. They repaired this old Taoist temple and practiced here.”

Daoist Xue’s eyes were slightly out of focus, and he fell into memories: “One time when I went down the mountain, I saw Wangshuo. The poor Taoist pitied him for losing his parents, and saw that he had a destiny, so he took him up the mountain.”

Ye Ying remembered the information she got from Zhang Jiufan before—Yuan Zhen also studied under Longhushan.

No wonder Daoist Xue said that Yuan Zhen was his “uncle teacher”, and he was indeed from the same school.

She frowned: “Lin Wangsuo is obviously your disciple, why is Yuan Zhen called ‘Master’?”

“Uncle, he…”

Daoist Xue said very vaguely: “…He caused some troubles in the early years, and Longhu Mountain removed him. Later, he practiced here from time to time.”

After a pause, he continued: “At that time, he said that Wang Shuo was destined to be with him, and wanted to accept him as a closed disciple. But he couldn’t register here, so Pindao recorded Wang Shuo under his own name.”

“So Lin Wangsuo is your disciple in name, but Yuan Zhen’s in fact.”

Ye Ying nodded knowingly, and couldn’t help but smile when she thought of Daoist Xue’s words of “provoking some trouble”.

This “right and wrong” is probably not a trivial matter.

With Yuan Zhen’s temperament, he probably did something sinister and extreme, which made him not tolerated by the teacher.

But after all, Daoist Xue is his nephew, and after the sect expelled him, he still sheltered Yuan Zhen, so I’m afraid he has a good relationship.

So Ye Ying didn’t utter the slander, but asked in a flat tone: “Is Yuan Zhen on the mountain now?”

When sealing the 魙, in the cave, even she who was protected by Qing Yan was seriously injured. No matter how powerful Yuan Zhen is, he is only a human being, and he may be seriously injured.

He can probably only come back here to heal.

Ye Ying originally thought so, until she saw Daoist Xue’s embarrassed expression.

She couldn’t help but paused, and couldn’t help but say: “Xue Zhenren, I know you value friendship. But Yuan Zhen has countless grievances on him, even your cousin…”

Ye Ying struggled in her mind for a long time before she sorted out the relationship: “… cousins ​​and grandchildren…”

She didn’t go on. I feel that saying this is too cruel for an old man.

But Daoist Xue smiled wryly and lowered his eyes.

Ye Ying frowned slightly and straightened her back when she heard Lin Wangsuo’s name before contacting Daoist Xue: “You don’t know already…”

“yes.”

Daoist Xue’s expression became calm again: “I know, Wang Shuo has already become a fairy.”

Ye Ying was stunned.

Daoist Xue looked at her stunned expression, and pondered for a second: “His natal lamp has gone out.”

Natal lamp?

Ye Ying looked bewildered, is there really such a thing?

“It’s not just his.”

What made her even more astonished was what Daoist Xue said next: “Master’s natal lamp…is also extinguished. If you don’t believe me, you can follow me to see it later.”

Ye Ying was completely dumbfounded.

What? Yuan Zhen is dead?

How can it be? Did that old thing really kill himself?

Ye Ying frowned, and before she could speak, Daoist Xue handed over something.

He said: “Although I don’t know what my uncle has been busy with all these years…but he sorted out this notebook.”

Daoist Xue’s eyes fell on Hui San, and he nodded slightly: “I figured out what you are asking for today, this booklet…may be useful to you.”

Ye Ying was stunned, subconsciously took the yellowed notebook, and flipped through it.

She frowned and read carefully, chanting words in her mouth. After a while, he looked up: “I don’t understand, you two come here.”

Zuo Huai & Hui San: “…”

So what are you putting on here? !

As the pages were turned, Hui San frowned, “…the method described here is really feasible.”

Ye Ying regained her spirits: “Let’s talk about it.”

Hui San flipped the page clatteringly: “The above are the methods of sealing the 魙, and the method of directly destroying it.”

“It itself contains powerful Yin Qi. If it is forcibly destroyed, the Yin Qi will bite back and corrode all souls.”

As soon as “corrosion” was mentioned, Ye Ying remembered the severe pain in the cave, as if soaked in strong acid, and couldn’t help shivering.

Hui San stopped turning the page, and pointed to a certain line in the handbook: “But here it says… Just like a human has a heart, a gong also has a core. That’s where it’s deadly.”

Ye Ying suddenly raised her head: “…the anger of the mountain god.”

“That’s right.”

Huisan kept his eyes on the notes, flipping through the notes at a glance: “As long as you control that inner core, you can control Yin Qi.”

Ye Ying’s eyes lit up: “At that time, you can release all the bound souls without being backlashed!”

“That means…”

Zuo Huai swallowed his saliva: “… now we need to enter the inner part of the mandrel to find the inner core?”

ah this…

The three fell silent.

Indeed, the 魙 is now sealed and in a dormant state. Even with that, Yin Qi couldn’t take the initiative to attack.

But when I deliver it to my door, the nature is different…

This is like giving it a buffet…

Daoist Xue, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, “Poverty Dao has some ideas.”

The three heads turned to him together, Xue Daochang stroked his white beard, and took out a few pieces of talisman paper from his arms.

Ye Ying took the talisman paper without knowing why, and heard the old Taoist continue to say: “These few sheets include the amulet of concealing breath and the talisman of warding off evil spirits.”

He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes: “It’s all old Taoists who have poured their whole life into it, so that they can get a moment’s respite from the evil spirit.”

Hui San frowned and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the talisman. The moment the talisman was touched, the blazing talisman fire suddenly ignited at the fingertips!

His eyes immediately turned silvery white, and the arrogance on his body surged violently before he extinguished the talisman fire. Even so, the fingertips were burnt to pieces.

Hui San looked at the talisman deeply, and exclaimed in a tone of voice, “What a powerful ‘qi’.”

It is a strong righteousness, and his injury is the best proof.

The kind old Taoist smiled and looked at them indifferently.

So, now the 魙 is sealed. As long as you use these few spells to protect the body, enter the inside of the mandrel, and get its “core”, the matter will be over.

This… went surprisingly smoothly.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhen died, but there was still such an unexpected harvest. If the atmosphere wasn’t suitable, Zuo Huai would have raised his head to the sky and shouted.

But Ye Ying took a look at Hui San, and then looked at Daoist Xue who was in a warm spring breeze.

She stared at the old man for a while, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

“Really Xue, the second half of this note…”

Ye Ying shook the yellowed booklet lightly, and looked at Daoist Xue with burning eyes: “…it shouldn’t be written by Yuan Zhen, right?”