If this is really the reason that affects Mr. Yang and the leader, then this is not a simple matter of interpersonal relationships......
"Brother-in-law?" Jianqi calls me cautiously.
Came to my senses, I heaved a deep, heavy sigh and said, "I'll go to the supervision hall later."
"Go to the supervision hall?" Jianqi looks slightly unnatural.
Of course, I cannot explain so much, just said: "Let's see if Mr. Yang and his team have been there, let's also see if the head of supervision has come back, if Lao Zhou is here, I want to try to invite him to go with me, the chance of saving your sister will be bigger."
Jingqi suddenly understood, and seemed to be much happier.
I did not leave immediately.
Even if one is anxious and restless, they still need to rest.
After Tang Quan had prepared the meal and I had eaten, he arranged a room for me, and I slept soundly.
The time I woke up was in the late hours of the night.
On the bedside, on the night jar with red and white, old Gong hanging head, smiling mouth, see the other side of the house.
I instinctively glanced over and was momentarily stunned.
On the side chair next to the bed, a person was sleeping soundly, it was Jianqi!
Old Gong's head suddenly turned around, he smiled extremely lecherous, making me feel uncomfortable.
"Little wife... ah, such deep sisterly affection, Master has the blessings of a multi-woman household."
"..."
I don't know how to describe it, old Gong is... In the roots of the bone, really too immoral some.
I casually tapped on top of old Gong's head.
He immediately retreated back into the night jar reason.
Turning over and getting out of bed, I saw that a set of clean clothes was still on the bedside table.
I slept too soundly just now.
These clothes weren't brought up by Jianqi, nor were they placed here by Tang Quan himself, and I didn't even notice.
I didn't wake up Jianqi directly, but first went to the washroom, took a shower to clean off the bloodstains and filth on my body, changed into clean clothes, put away all my things, and only then was I ready to call Jianqi.
But I didn't expect to find Jianqi sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling to the side, her hands resting on both sides, and her head slightly tilted.
Her movements indicate that she was watching the door to the washroom.
I emerged, and happened to meet her gaze.
"Brother-in-law, you're pretty quick," Jianqi said with a playful smile.
"I've slept enough, I need to go to the supervision hall as soon as possible, it's not good to waste time," I honestly replied. Before taking a shower, I had checked my phone and neither Mr. Yang nor the leader had contacted me.
"Ah......" I faintly heard the sound of old Gong.
However, he did not come out of the night pot.
Leave the villa with Jianqi.
The night is deep, Tang Quan has not come out.
We waited at the roadside for a long time before a taxi came along. After we told the driver the address of Changfeng Temple, he looked at us in surprise, smiled warmly, and said, "Brother, you're going there in the middle of the night? Are you planning to get the first incense of the morning?"
I'm not particularly interested in chatting with the taxi driver.
And it seems that all taxi drivers have this habit.
On the other hand, Jianqi actually nodded and said, "Yeah, that's right."
On the way, Jianqi and the taxi driver chatted non-stop.
I don't feel annoyed at all.
Lately, I've only been around ghosts, so hearing human voices makes me feel more like a person again.
I was stunned for a moment.
Still like a person?
Why would I think that?
Through the car window, I could see the scenery flying by outside, dimly, and I could also see my own reflection.
For some reason, I felt as if there was a duplicate shadow on my face.
It must be the glass, right?
Drive away the chaotic thoughts in my mind, and the car just stopped.
Only then did I realize that we had already arrived at Changfeng Temple.
As I got off the taxi, the driver was still glancing out the window towards the car.
Of course, he was looking at Jianqi, not me.
At this moment, the old Gong suddenly emerged from my night jar on my waist and spat a thick phlegm at the driver.
Of course, the driver is a normal person and didn't see the old Gong.
The thick phlegm landed on the driver's head, but he didn't notice or feel anything.
The old Gong grinned.
I furrowed my brows again.
The car started, and I moved quickly, sticking a talisman on the side of the car.
Soon, the car disappeared on the path down the mountain.
Old Gong looked up, his dry face filled with confusion.
Jianqi looked a bit awkward, asking unnaturally, "Old Gong, why did you spit phlegm at him... He's going to have bad luck... If the sister-in-law's husband doesn't put a talisman on it, it might not be safe for the car to roll down the mountain."
"Ah!" Old Gong sighed heavily.
"He was thinking of bad things, with ill intent." Old Gong seemed very angry again.
"Ordinary people can think, but they cannot do much. You should not harm others arbitrarily, or else you will be like the ghosts in the ghost niche." I didn't scold Old Gong, but simply reminded him.
"Oh..." Old Gong looked discontented.
Directly walk towards the main gate of Changfeng Temple.
Old Gong retreated back into the night jar, and Jianqi seemed a bit nervous.
The last time, she had come here to find me, but didn't go up the mountain.
In itself, the Jian family belongs to a side branch of the Daoist Church, and its divination is completed through wandering souls, so it has a fear of Daoists.
I reached out and knocked on the door bell, shaking the mountain.
Instantly, the door was opened.
The ones surrounding the door were still a group of green-robed Daoist priests!
They were only alertly watching me, not getting too close to me, but slightly retreating a bit.
I nodded to them, maintaining a peaceful demeanor, and asked, "I would like to see Elder Han."
The first green-robed Daoist priest thought for a moment before saying, "Elder Han just returned today, his body is tired, I'm afraid he won't be able to see you."
My pupils slightly constricted.
Just returned today?
They were in Qijia Village Funeral Hall for so long?
What about the leader and Mr. Yang?
Were they also here today and then something went wrong?
Of course, until now, this is all my speculation.
Taking a deep breath, I asked again, "Can Wu Leader from Huangsi, and Mr. Yang, come to seek an audience with Elder Han?"
"A what do they come to do?" A familiar yet somewhat harsh voice came from the left.
I turned to look where the voice came from, and what I saw in front of me was none other than Elder Zhang Xu!
He should have sustained some injuries, as he appeared quite weak and exhausted. His face had no color, and his lips were dark.
It seems that my words at that time, leading him to the funeral parlor, had caused him some misfortune.
"...They haven't come?" My pupil slightly contracted again, and a sense of uncertainty and doubt rose in my heart.
In this case, where did the leader and Mr. Yang go?
Is it that they encountered a problem on their way here? Did Sun Zhuo discover Han Tui early on?
I think this is unlikely.
If that's the case, Sun Zhuo is truly omnipotent.
"Luo Xian Shen, hmph."
Zhang Xu called me by my name, then hmphed, his eyes seemed even less pleased with me.
My expression didn't change much.
It must be that Sun Zhuo added fuel to the fire and described some things.
After all, he had put on a good show in front of the female Daoist, and he would definitely want to use it.
"I still want to meet Elder Han, and if possible, I want to see Sun Zhuo." I looked at Zhang Xu and said.
"Oh?" Zhang Xu paused for a moment, then said, "Have you come to your senses? However, Sun Zhuo is of what status, and what is your own position? The things you did before were too disappointing to him; he wouldn't want to see you. To prevent you from persistently pestering him, I can have someone inform him."
"As for Elder Han, he indeed wants to see you. We all want to know where Han Qiu's disciple is. You brought him out, but you didn't return him to the supervision hall!"
Zhang Xu's tone became gradually cold.
