Yan Ge led the way in front and came outside a yard. Before he could enter the house, he smelled a smell of medicine.

The elderly maid was cleaning the snow in the aisle. When she saw a few people coming, she spoke:

"Young Master."

"Are you okay with mom?"

"well……"

The old maid shook her head, without saying anything, and made way for the way.

There was a stove in the yard and the medicine was boiling. The door of the bedroom was closed and the door was locked.

Yan Ge was very filial. When he walked here, his face disappeared without a smile and only a sense of worry was left. He gently picked up the key outside, opened the copper lock, glanced carefully, and made a swear gesture after confirming that his mother was asleep and asked several people to come in.

Zuo Lingquan and Xie Qiutao entered the house together and looked at it. The bed was covered with thick quilts and ropes tied to the quilts. A woman with white hair was lying inside.

The woman is about the same age as Zuo Lingquan's mother. She has a fair and stern face, but she has a pale face and thin skin. She has no blood in sight. Her hair is scattered and her breath is weak. She looks not much different from those who are seriously ill and bedridden.

Tang Jingyun frowned and was about to ask Yan Ge's mother's condition, but she didn't know if the door was opened. The air conditioner entered the house on a heavy snowy day and woke the woman up. Before she could speak, she heard a sound:

"ah--"

The shrill scream was almost harsh.

The woman lying on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes fiercely, and she struggled wildly on the bed, even the tied hemp rope made a "clog".

The sudden and scattered scene scared Tang Jingyan's face white, and Zuo Lingquan also held his sword tightly and took a step back.

Yan Ge's face changed drastically and he hurriedly spoke:

"Mom, mom! It's me, it's me..."

The woman on the bed couldn't listen to anyone's words at all, her eyes were covered with blood. When she looked at Yan Ge, she looked at him like an enemy and let out a vague roar.

Yan Ge was anxious and distressed, and had no other choice but to wave to let a few people go out soon, but at this moment, a sudden sound in the room:

"Dangdang~"

The crisp pipa tone seemed to contain some power, but the sound was not loud, but it made people feel stuffy in their chests.

Zuo Lingquan turned his head and looked. Xie Qiutao was holding the iron pipa in his arms, and he played his fingers lightly. He didn't move much, and there was no trace of the true energy. However, the fur on the fur on the people, as well as the dumplings hiding under the fur, all followed the rhythm.

Although Song Fu, who was standing outside the door, could not see the inside, he could see a strange color in his eyes when he heard the unique sound of the pipa, and what surprised him even more was still behind him.

The woman who was originally struggling with tears, heard the soul-sucking tune and her body stiffened significantly, and then fell softly on the bed, her eyes turning from fierceness to loss and confusion.

"this……"

The master and servant of the Yan family inside and outside the door were ecstatic to see this scene.

Yan Ge's reaction was almost the same as his father's reaction when he saw the reaction of Yunbao Taoist, so he fell down on the spot and said:

"Xie Female Hero... No, Fairy Xie, please save my mother..."

Incoherent.

Zuo Lingquan quickly supported Yan Ge, signaling people inside and outside the door not to be excited and wait quietly for Xie Qiutao to do it.

Xie Qiutao is not using immortal arts, he only plays the family's Soul Requiem tune, which is similar to the Three Qing Bells of the Taoist Sect.

She played for a moment, and after the woman was completely quiet, she walked up to her and asked:

"Aunt, what did you see?"

People get crazy and go crazy, and they all see illusions. The reason why monks who eliminate ghosts and exorcises evil spirits ask this question is because hallucinations will not arise out of thin air. Just like "thinking on the sun and dreaming on the night", they can judge the reasons for hallucinations through hallucinations.

The woman's eyes were dull and her lips stuttered a few times. Although she couldn't speak clearly, she still said:

"Gourd...Gourd..."

It's exactly the same as what the eldest son of the Yan family said.

When Xie Qiutao heard this answer, she naturally frowned.

When a person goes crazy, the hallucinations that he produces are strange and impossible; being able to see the same illusion can only show that the madness of two people is the same origin and is caused by something unknown.

After waiting next to him for a while, Zuo Lingquan asked:

"how?"

Xie Qiutao was holding the iron pipa, a little worried:

"From the reaction, it was not possessed by evil spirits, but rather that he was stimulated and had an overreaction. Well... it was almost like the new recruit Danzi being frightened on the battlefield. He either dared not move or chopped people around, and he couldn't even hold back."

Tang Jingwen probably understood the meaning and said:

"Is it because I've hit the gourd spirit?"

Judging from the words of the crazy man, it is indeed possible, but Zuo Lingquan thought about it and shook his head and said:

"Unlike. Plants and trees become essences. Logically speaking, they will only be in the deep mountains and forests that are rarely visited. Moreover, the one that can become essence must be gourd vines. Gourds are similar to peaches, and they are still seeds, and they have not taken root and sprouted. How can they become essences?"

Xie Qiutao interrupted, "It's not impossible. The mother vine can be tall enough, and the gourd that grows can directly enlighten the mind..."

The discussion between the three people was a bit off topic.

Seeing Yan Ge waiting with anticipation, Zuo Lingquan asked:

"Let's not talk about the gourd, can Aunt Yan cure it?"

Xie Qiutao shrugged slightly: "When the soul is stimulated, it is like a heart disease. If you don't solve the source, it will be useless no matter how well your body is conditioned, so I can only comfort you temporarily."

Yan Ge's eyes were a little disappointed when he heard this, but he could stabilize his mother, so he saw the dawn and nodded:

"As long as it can be solved, my father is arranging someone to find objects related to the gourd. When I find them, I will notify several immortal masters immediately."

Xie Qiutao didn't see the reason, and felt it was difficult in his heart. He didn't want Yan Ge to expect too much from her, so he shook his head and said:

"We are not an immortal master, we just know some magic..."

The few people chatted for a while, because Yan Ge's mother finally settled down and Yan Ge wanted to take this opportunity to feed some food, so he left the yard first, and was taken by the butler Song Fu, and went to the guest room first.

The butler Song Fu saw Xie Qiutao leaking his hand and no longer looked down upon him. The guest on the way greeted him politely. After arriving at the guest yard, he also brought a can of "Immortal Tea".

Immortal tea is not a top-notch product, and its taste and spiritual energy are average, but this pure pastime is not something that ordinary monks can afford to drink in the path of cultivation. I don’t know how much the Yan family spent to buy it back from outside.

Zuo Lingquan drank countless immortal teas at the rich baby. He was not keen on such objects, so he naturally did not let the Yan family spend money and refused these entertainments. After Song Fu left, he and the two girls investigated the situation in the Yan family village.

Yanjiazhuang is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and is very large in scale. The garden is also unique in the world. However, people in the village at this time obviously have no intention of enjoying the scenery. All kinds of "immortal masters" with unknown origins are digging stone slabs, lifting tiles, and standing on the roof to watch Feng Shui.

Zuo Lingquan and the other two had no clear idea. The way to explore was actually not much different from the Jianghu Mr. Zhuangzi. They just walked around and looked for something strange. Tuanzi was very good at this, but she was afraid that the Taoist would find something strange. Tuanzi could only hide under Tang Jingyan's hairball and secretly observe it.

The three of them walked along the villa corridor for a while, but found no abnormalities. When they turned around the corner of the corridor, they saw a man walking through the round door by the lake.

The visitor looked quite rough, wearing a yellow fur coat, an oily iron sword between his waist, and a wooden box in his arms. The expression on his face was like a gambler who had just made a fortune from a casino, and he was humming a small song.

Zuo Lingquan glanced at me and recognized that this person was Fan Jin, the "Sword Immortal" who had once been in the hall. Judging from this, the three thousand taels of silver will be obtained.

Xie Qiutao and Tang Jingwen didn't have a good sense of this person. They pretended that they didn't see it and continued to think about the flowers and plants outside the corridor. Zuo Lingquan naturally ignored it.

But what was unexpected was that Fan Jin came over the round door and saw the three of them. He actually spoke up and said hello:

"Boy, you look like a swordsman, and you are also here to help the Yan family kill demons and eliminate demons?"

Zuo Lingquan frowned slightly, turned his head and responded:

"Fan Jianxian is sure that he is here to help?"

Fan Jin walked into the corridor, put the wooden box of about 300 pounds on the beauty, and rubbed the frozen red hands twice:

"It is normal for you, a young man, to understand the rules of the path of cultivation. Do you think I, Fan Jin, are greedy for money? No, this is the rules of the swordsman in Zhongzhou..."

Zuo Lingquan was amused and glanced at Fan Jin with an oily scabbard around his waist:

"There is this rule for Zhongzhou swordsmen? I have been running around all year round, why haven't I heard of it?"

"At your age, how far can you get? When I was in Jianhuang City, you probably still wore open-crotch pants..."

Fan Jin seemed to like to act like a master. Seeing Zuo Lingquan retorting a few words, he sat down in the corridor and put his sword on his knees in a very sensible manner:

"Depending on whether you are old, I don't mind giving you a few words. Whether it is the path of cultivation or the world, the most important thing is human nature. Our swordsmen are free and easy, and they are even more incompatible with this thing.

"Just talking about the Yan family, if I put on the air of being a hero and righteous, and whether I can get the money after finishing the business, the Yan family will remember me as a favor, and both want money and face. Isn't this shameless? It would be different if I took the money in advance. No matter whether I lost money or made a profit this time, the Yan family hired me Fan Jin to do the business, and the transaction was broken up afterwards, and no one owe anyone. This is like the style of a swordsman, don't you think?"

Fan Jin's words are not unreasonable.

But the premise that makes sense is that Fan Jin has the ability to handle this matter and can do his best.

At present, no one is sure, nor is he offering a price tag. Fan Jin dares to ask for 3,000 taels of silver first. What is this not taking advantage of the situation?

Xie Qiutao couldn't listen and interrupted:

"Fan Jianxian, you have collected all the money. What are you going to do next?"

Fan Jin obviously didn't know, so he didn't answer positively, but said;

"There must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain. Since you have collected the money, you must solve this matter. Don't doubt what I said. Do you know who my guide is?"

The so-called guide refers to the elders who lead themselves to the path of practice. For example, Zuo Lingquan's guide is Wu Qingwan, and Zuo Yunting's guide is Lao Lu, not necessarily a master, but it is also very important and can be used as the guarantor of a monk.

Zuo Lingquan was quite curious about who led such a person to the path of cultivation and asked:

"Who is the master?"
To be continued...