Chapter 248

Chapter 242

Li Sanjiang's lips moved, wanting to offer some comfort, but he didn't know what to say. He could only walk to Shan Deye's side, reach out and pat his shoulder forcefully, then grab his clothes, trying to pull him up.

Shan Deye wouldn't get up, swinging his arms.

"Shan Pao, the children are watching, what kind of talk is that?"

Shan Deye inhaled deeply, his eyes red, and said, "Runsheng Hou is also my child, my child... is gone."

Li Sanjiang steeled himself, simply stopped holding back, and turned to spit:

"Peh, in our line, the emphasis is 'alive, must see the person; dead, must see the corpse.' Now you don't even have concrete news, you just started pronouncing Runsheng Hou dead because you won money?"

"Li Sanjiang..."

"I'm just saying, Runsheng should still be alive and well. If he's unlucky, it's just you, his grandfather, cursing him."

"You!"

"Xiao Yuan Hou." Li Sanjiang turned his head to look at Li Zhuoyuan.

"Great-grandfather."

"When you last called, did you hear Runsheng Hou's voice?"

"Heard it."

"Isn't that right?" Li Sanjiang lowered his head to look at Shan Deye, "Today isn't New Year or a holiday, I invited you here for a meal, just because Runsheng Hou said on the phone that he missed you."

Shan Deye turned his head away, still unwilling to get up, saying, "Sanjiang Hou, but I won money!"

"Winning money is worth squat." Li Sanjiang raised his voice, "Probably someone set a trap for you. You never lose every gamble and never borrow money to gamble. People are trying to give you some sweetness to lure you into the pit."

"Lure me into the pit, what do I have to put in? Just that broken house, pawning it won't get much money."

"Runsheng Hou is doing quite well now, isn't he? Last time Xiao Yuan Hou's teacher came to my house, our local leaders all accompanied them."

"People should have also heard the wind, knowing your family's Runsheng Hou now has prospects and can earn money."

"You're squeezed dry, but if you really get into the pit, fall into a trap, the money you owe, can Runsheng Hou not help you pay it back?"

Li Sanjiang pointed at the money scattered on the ground by Shan Deye:

"Do you think this money is yours to win? No, this money is just temporarily placed with you. After a while, you'll have to spit it all back with interest, flipped several times over!"

Shan Deye's face showed surprise: "Really...?"

Li Sanjiang: "Shan Pao, we've known each other for so many years. I'd rather the sun rise from the west tomorrow than believe you, boy, can win money at the gambling table. Touch your own conscience and ask yourself, do you damn have that fate?"

Shan Deye immediately shook his head: "No!"

"Isn't that settled? You, boy, are just getting old, your brain is starting to get muddled, you don't even understand this simple thing."

"I..."

Li Zhuoyuan spoke up and said, "Shan Deye, Runsheng brother's work site is quite busy. Later, when they return to the work site dormitory, I'll call over, and then you can talk to Runsheng brother yourself on the phone, okay?"

Li Sanjiang looked at Li Zhuoyuan with some surprise, his expression clearly saying: 'His mother, did something really not happen to Runsheng Hou?'

Although he had been guiding Shan Pao all along, after Shan Pao said he had been winning money this whole time, Li Sanjiang had actually already assumed that something had likely happened to Runsheng.

Shan Deye looked at the teenager excitedly: "Really?"

"Really. How about this, after we finish eating, I'll first call the work site and ask the people there to inform Runsheng brother in advance to contact him in the evening."

"Okay, that's fine, that's fine."

Shan Deye rubbed his eyes forcefully with the back of his hand. With no one to help, he quickly stood up on his own, soon breaking into laughter through his tears.

Li Zhuoyuan knew that Shan Deye wasn't persuaded by himself, but by himself.

At this time, as long as people can see a little hope, even if it's just a dream, they will hold on for dear life.

Li Sanjiang: "Quickly pick up the money, haven't you played enough? Scattering money to show off, what are you doing?"

Shan Deye bent down and started picking up the money, and Li Sanjiang helped pick it up together.

Li Zhuoyuan didn't go to pick it up. Lin Shuyou subconsciously wanted to walk over to help, but his eyes immediately widened, and he stopped in his tracks.

Li Sanjiang is of the same generation, it's fine for him to help pick it up. If a younger generation member goes up to help pick it up, how can the elder kindly take it from your hand and put it into their own pocket?

After picking up the money, Li Sanjiang handed a stack to Shan Deye. Shan Deye took it, wiped his lower lip with his fingertip, and then started counting the banknotes.

"Xiao Yuan Hou, this is yours."

"That, You Hou, this is yours."

Looking at the thickest stack remaining, Shan Deye's gaze swept over the dam, and he said doubtfully, "Where's that girl Meng Hou?"

Li Sanjiang lifted his foot and gave Shan Deye's butt a kick, laughing and scolding, "The sun really came out from the west today, it's your turn to give money to the kids? Look at the life you live, who would dare want your money? They want it today, and tomorrow you'll lose it all again, and then let the kids see you have no food to eat?"

"You've calculated it well, putting it here to lend interest to the kids?"

"Li Sanjiang, you're spouting dog shit!"

Li Zhuoyuan: "Shan Deye, when Runsheng brother comes back, if you still haven't lost all your money, just give it to Runsheng brother and let Runsheng brother be the host to treat us. We can also be more at ease."

Shan Deye's face turned red, and he said to Li Zhuoyuan, "Xiao Yuan Hou, why are you like your great-grandfather, also teasing your granduncle?"

"Peh, you're even feeling wronged now. Let's go, I just asked Ting Hou to make several dishes this morning. Let's have a drink first, finish drinking and sleep for a while, and then it'll be good to talk to Runsheng in the evening!"

Li Sanjiang pulled Shan Deye into the house, and Liu Yi quickly served the wine and dishes.

"Come, Shan Pao, let's have one!"

"Let's go!"

The two old men touched cups and gulped it down.

When Li Sanjiang poured wine for Shan Deye, Shan Deye took out several sticks of incense from his sleeve, lit them with a match, and inserted them into the cracks of the bench.

Although Runsheng had often missed meals while following Shan Deye since childhood, every time Shan Deye had wine and meat and could feast, Runsheng was absolutely not absent from his side.

Over time, he also got used to it. Without the smell of incense, this wine tasted bland.

Li Sanjiang saw the situation and didn't say anything. There were human traffickers in the village last night. When he found Xiao Yuan Hou's room empty, he was almost scared to death.

"Come, let's have another one!"

"Let's go, who's afraid of who!"

Just like that, one wanted to comfort his old friend, and the other deliberately sought to get drunk. The two old men soon had red faces and were not far from being drunk.

Wang Lian had already taken his family to leave, and everyone else was eating breakfast normally, smelling the wine.

A Li peeled a salted duck egg and handed it to Li Zhuoyuan. Li Zhuoyuan took it, picked at it with chopsticks while paying attention to the situation behind him.

Just as the last bit of salted duck egg was eaten with the last mouthful of porridge, there was a "putong" sound from behind. Shan Deye flipped off the bench and lay on the ground, unconscious.

Li Sanjiang smiled sheepishly and pointed at Shan Deye: "Useless thing!"

After saying that, Li Sanjiang also knocked his head forward and fell unconscious from drunkenness.

Li Zhuoyuan put down his chopsticks and looked at A You.

A You stood up, first carried Li Deye up and arranged him on the bed in the second floor room. Li Zhuoyuan followed, adjusted his great-grandfather's sleeping posture, covered him with a quilt, and before leaving, poured a tea pot of huoxiang tea and placed it on the bedside cabinet.

When he went downstairs, he saw that A You had already arranged Shan Deye in a small cart.

Liu Yumei and Liu Yi sat at the table, watching Li Zhuoyuan and Lin Shuyou push Shan Deye away, still slowly drinking porridge.

At Big Beard's house, Li Zhuoyuan went into the room to get something, and Lin Shuyou first pushed Shan Deye to the side of the pit where Runsheng was lying.

Yin Meng carried a chair with a back bench, signaling A You to arrange Shan Deye on it.

Looking at the drunk and dirty face, Yin Meng found a cloth, rubbed it with hot water, wiped Shan Deye's face, and tidied his collar a bit.

Lin Shuyou: "Shan Deye made a fuss when he came this morning."

Yin Meng: "What happened, did he lose all his money again?"

Lin Shuyou: "No, he won money, scattered money, and cried, saying something had happened to Runsheng."

When Yin Meng heard this, she was startled.

Li Zhuoyuan walked over, first drew lines on Shan Deye's face. The purpose of these lines was to secure the body and help it sleep. For safety, after drawing the lines, he also put a new version of the Qingxin Talisman on Shan Deye's forehead.

The old version of the Qingxin Talisman had the effect of driving away distracting thoughts and calming the mind. The new version of the Qingxin Talisman could suppress the mind.

Mainly because Shan Deye had real abilities, and although he and Runsheng were nominally "grandfather and grandson," they actually had a father-son-like relationship.

When he first adopted Runsheng, Shan Deye knew that Runsheng was not an ordinary child.

Later, he also realized the price he had to pay after adopting Runsheng, but he always bore it silently.

With such a deep emotional bond, Li Zhuoyuan was really worried that when he revived Runsheng's consciousness later, Shan Deye would get excited and wake up.

"A You, if Shan Deye still wakes up later, just give him a hand knife."

"Understood!"

After making all the arrangements, Li Zhuoyuan sat cross-legged and activated Soul Walking.

In the peach forest, a figure appeared.

It was watching the teenager's actions.

It always knew that the teenager was not Wei Zhengdao, very similar, yet extremely different, just like now, Wei Zhengdao would not do this kind of thing.

Li Zhuoyuan seemed to guess what it was thinking and said, "You are hiding yourself and suppressing it."

"Right."

"So, later he, should not find you, if he can find you, I think, he should also come to help you relieve the pain."

"I can't face that kind of scene, and besides... this situation of mine, since it has happened, there is no solution."

"Indeed."

Li Zhuoyuan didn't say anything more to it, spreading both hands open, two red threads spread out from his palms, one wound around Shan Deye's palm, and the other around Runsheng's hand.

After a moment of hesitation, Li Zhuoyuan spread out a third red thread and wound it around Yin Meng's hand.

Adding another anchor point could reduce the difficulty for himself.

Li Zhuoyuan started trying to enter Runsheng's consciousness. This was the process of turning Runsheng into a puppet, but the teenager would only take the first half step.

Under the peach forest, it extended its palm forward, and an ancient zither appeared in front of it.

Its fingertips lightly touched the strings, but finally, it retracted its hand and put away the zither.

It just wanted to help, but finally chose to give up, not afraid of bearing the price of karma, purely feeling that it was redundant.

Since the teenager had arranged the formation well, he must have a grasp of success.

And like the original Wei Zhengdao, no matter what problem he encountered, as long as he started to handle it, that thing would definitely be solved in the end.

Li Zhuoyuan perceived dense malevolent qi, it was madness, it was killing, it was hatred, a very traditional death inversion instinct, and Runsheng's current situation was already beyond ordinary death inversion.

The teenager perceived the pain. After separating from the body, which originally had no trace of emotion, it would now have an impact on him.

Fortunately, knowing the body's current attitude, Li Zhuoyuan was also not polite. He simply continued searching downwards while throwing this emotional garbage to the body to digest.

The body did not resist, not even making the slightest protest, just accepting everything.

Perhaps, from the body's perspective, he couldn't stop Li Zhuoyuan from wanting to revive Runsheng's consciousness. In this premise, to maximize the guarantee of Runsheng's strength, he just needed to let Li Zhuoyuan revive Runsheng's consciousness as completely as possible, thereby laying a solid foundation for Runsheng to be able to suppress and utilize the malevolent qi later.

The most frightening thing was when consciousness was revived but still wrapped in malevolent qi. Often, consciousness would be unclear and affected, leading to improper actions.

Finally, Li Zhuoyuan found Runsheng's consciousness, very weak, very small, yet extremely strong.

The scene before Li Zhuoyuan's eyes began to change rapidly, appearing from a child's perspective. He even saw a much younger Shan Deye.

At that time, Shan Deye's back was not this hunched, his stature was taller, his body was wider, he didn't have a water pipe hanging from his waist, he was biting a rolled cigarette in his mouth, and even the clothes he wore... looked brighter than they did now.

To put it bluntly, most people disliked and rejected the line of feudal superstition. If the income wasn't better than farming, who would do it?

Li Zhuoyuan had to seize the time and search for the position where Runsheng's consciousness was suppressed.

The reason he wasn't waking up was that at some node, Runsheng's consciousness was suppressed. To wake Runsheng up, he just needed to help him break free.

The teenager waved his hand, and the memory pictures began to pass quickly, so fast that it was literally a "white horse passing a gap".

Li Zhuoyuan still felt it wasn't fast enough, so he simply tiptoed and continuously drew several lines on the ground, dividing Runsheng's consciousness into several segments again, letting several segments flow simultaneously.

One, two, three, four...

Many pictures, like many huge mirrors, flickered rapidly around Li Zhuoyuan.

Until the youth period, Runsheng's most profound memory came from often not being full.

The feeling of hunger was really hard to bear.

But Li Zhuoyuan did not perceive Runsheng's resentment, because when he was hungry, Shan Deye was also hungry.

Each mirror was "from left to right", therefore, in each memory process, Shan Deye became more and more hunched and old, and his living standards continuously decreased.

In this large memory, Runsheng's happiest thing was going to Li Sanjiang's house. This was even happier than New Year.

Because he didn't necessarily eat his fill at New Year, but when he went to Li Deye's house, he could definitely eat to his heart's content.

And unlike sitting down quickly when eating at the host's house, where he needed to light incense while also enduring the strange looks around him, at Li Deye's house, Li Deye would laugh and scold him for being able to eat like a mule, but every time he would ask if he had enough, and if he wanted more.

Li Zhuoyuan wanted to search for the anchor point related to Yin Meng, but perhaps memory cannot reflect everything inside a person's heart. The boring memory monologue is just a part of a person's self-conscious composition.

In short, in the memory pictures where Yin Meng appeared, Li Zhuoyuan did not feel too strong emotional fluctuations from Runsheng.

In many pictures, it was all about the busy Runsheng, who would look at Yin Meng wearing new clothes and feeling good about herself in front of the mirror during his work breaks.

Runsheng himself was frugal in life, but he was willing to give money to Yin Meng to let her go shopping and buy new clothes; Runsheng didn't have the habit of eating snacks, but he liked to watch her eat.

Having experienced hardship in the past, he didn't think of compensating himself double after his conditions improved. Instead, he liked to watch Yin Meng compensate herself.

After all, Yin Meng's past was actually quite similar to his. She grew up living with her grandfather after "losing her parents" from childhood, and her life was also quite difficult.

Li Zhuoyuan waved his hand again. Since it wasn't in the previous memories, it must be in the later ones.

Soon, Li Zhuoyuan found it.

A stick suddenly appeared, smashing all the mirrors.

This stick was very familiar, it was that monkey's.

However, this stick was already severely damaged when it accompanied the monkey out of the black and white boundary line. After experiencing the battle, it was refined into an existence like high-temperature iron by the monkey's fresh blood. After the monkey was defeated, this stick also couldn't withstand it and broke.

If not for that, this stick would have also been brought back by itself.

The surrounding scenery changed back to the great hall inside Sun Baishen.

Li Yuan Zhenjun holding the stick stood in front, his body more majestic than in reality. This was its image in Runsheng's heart, the height representing its strength.

Opposite, Runsheng knelt on the ground, raising his head, his eyes white, his teeth clenched, his blue veins bulging.

Li Zhuoyuan understood that the reason Runsheng's consciousness was deeply buried was that Runsheng didn't know that things outside had ended. In his subconscious, he didn't dare to let himself relax, afraid that if this breath leaked, he would be powerless to entangle with this monkey again.

To put it bluntly, Runsheng was continuing to protect himself.

And therefore, even though Runsheng absorbed a large amount of polluted merit from Sun Baishen, he actually wasn't lost. Unlike Tan Wenbin who was protected by two god-sons, Runsheng had the ability to suppress the wildness of these instincts.

But he didn't dare to suppress it, preferring to sink his consciousness, and also wanting the wildness to be completely revealed, afraid that his strength wouldn't be enough.

Li Zhuoyuan walked behind Runsheng. Because Runsheng was kneeling, the teenager could hug Runsheng's neck with both hands, and he hung on Runsheng's body.

"Runsheng brother, the monkey is dead, we won."

At this sound, Runsheng's white eyes trembled slightly, but soon regained their firmness.

He didn't dare to believe it, afraid that this was a mental attack, trying to induce him to give up resistance.

"Runsheng brother, the monkey is dead, we won."

Li Zhuoyuan kept repeating these words.

The way to wake Runsheng was simpler than imagined, which was to let this extremely tight consciousness relax.

Li Zhuoyuan had made many preparations for this, basically all useless work, because Runsheng's will was much firmer than the teenager thought.

Gradually, the white in Runsheng's pupils began to recede.

Finally, Runsheng's voice came through:

"Xiao Yuan... really?"

"Um."

"How... was it done?"

Such a powerful monkey, how was it defeated? This was Runsheng's last worry.

Li Zhuoyuan: "Let Zhuangzhuang explain it to you, I'm too lazy to say it."

As soon as this sentence came out, the last worry disappeared.

Because this was just the reaction Xiao Yuan would make. Xiao Yuan would rather write it down than do redundant narration.

The monkey in front became broken, gradually collapsing and falling. Runsheng also slowly stood up.

Li Zhuoyuan left Runsheng's consciousness.

In reality, the teenager slowly opened his eyes and retracted all the red threads.

Finished. Next was the process of Runsheng's consciousness waking up and him suppressing the malevolent qi in his body himself. This would take a certain amount of time.

Just at this moment, the drunk Shan Deye seemed to be dreaming, suddenly bouncing up on the chair, crying out:

"Runsheng Hou, my Runsheng Hou!"

"Bang!"

A You's hand knife appeared, and Shan Deye's body went limp, falling back unconscious onto the chair.

Just at this time, Li Zhuoyuan turned his head to look here.

Lin Shuyou scratched his head with a sheepish smile, meaning, Xiao Yuan brother, I was quick, right?

Li Zhuoyuan nodded. Since the person was already knocked unconscious, there was no need to tell A You the truth.

Furthermore, Shan Deye had been worrying too much recently, and even in his drunkenness, he was suffering. It was better to let him faint for a while, which could also be considered a conditioning.

"Ka cha... ka cha... ka cha..."

In the pit, a continuous crisp sound came from Runsheng's body. His already healed, or even further developed body, was welcoming back its master.

Lin Shuyou was soon attracted by this sound. Earlier, the change in Runsheng's body wasn't obvious, but only a body with self-consciousness could circulate the "Qin Clan View Jiao Method" and revive its true physique.

A You's eyes widened, this was the weight in the child's heart.

He had just become White Crane Zhenjun, thinking he could replace Runsheng and become the first main member of the team later. He didn't expect that before even experiencing one wave, this position was taken back by the original occupant.

He was still diligently improving the body for the diviner, who would have thought that someone would just come and overtake him with one hand, thoroughly transforming the body into a death inversion.

The air gates were opened one by one, sucking in the remaining malevolent qi liquid in the pit.

Just at this time, the liquid that was about to reach the bottom suddenly rose and overflowed again.

Li Zhuoyuan raised his head and looked into the depths of the peach forest.

What, did he unintentionally provide it with emotional value again this time, making it comfortable again?

Runsheng's eyes changed from white to green, then the green receded, revealing black and white pupils.

He stood up from the pit, and the removed formation began to suppress him again.

Li Zhuoyuan deliberately didn't unlock the formation, letting it become the first round of tempering for Runsheng after he woke up.

The malevolent qi inside Runsheng's body began to flow faster, and his arms gradually spread out to the sides, like a person struggling to break free from shackles.

The ground formation flags broke one by one. This time, no one went to repair or replace them.

After the contest between the formation and the body reached a critical point, a loud bang was heard, and an air wave swept out. The formation was temporarily broken open by Runsheng with brute force.

Runsheng was back.

...

Li Sanjiang woke up from his drunkenness, sat up on the bed, first picked up the tea pot and drank fiercely with "gu du gu du" sounds, then wiped his mouth and took out a cigarette to light for himself.

He had a bit of a headache, not from drinking wine, but from thinking about having to continue comforting that Shan Pao when he went down later.

He threw the cigarette butt into the Jian Li Bao can and got out of bed and out of the room.

When he went downstairs, he saw that Shan Deye was also awake, hugging his head and muttering "wu ah wu".

"Shan Pao..."

"Sanjiang Hou, my head hurts so much, did you invite me to drink fake wine today?"

"I peh!"

Li Sanjiang had no intention of comforting him. That wine was brought to him by A You from his hometown last time, and he was usually reluctant to drink too much himself.

Li Zhuoyuan walked in. Shan Deye looked at the teenager, subconsciously wanting to ask, but then didn't dare to ask.

"I called over there at noon, and they said Runsheng brother had finished work and returned home. According to the schedule, he can be back tonight."

"Xiao Yuan Hou, really?"

"Really."

Just at this time, Liu Yi's voice came from outside: "Runsheng is back."

Shan Deye only felt dizzy, his mind happily went blank, he stumbled back several steps, subconsciously reaching out to support himself, but supported thin air, causing him to lean back and fall directly into the coffin.

Li Sanjiang was startled and hurried up to check. He saw Shan Deye sprawling inside, scratching to get up, but limited by the narrowness of the coffin, he was for a while awkward like a flipped turtle.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Li Sanjiang laughed while reaching out to pull Shan Deye out of the coffin.

"Shan Pao, you damn near scared me to death. I thought you had a heart attack and was just about to kick your legs and go!"

Shan Deye glared at Li Sanjiang with a bad mood, too lazy to debate with this old man on the topic of who entered the coffin first.

Runsheng was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and carrying a bag, walking up the dam, with Yin Meng following beside him.

Liu Yi sized up Runsheng, his tongue lightly touching his upper palate.

Just at this time, Qin Shu came back carrying a hoe. When he passed Runsheng, Runsheng bowed his head to him: "Uncle."

Qin Shu hit Runsheng's arm with his fist and nodded to him.

When he put down the hoe, Liu Yi asked him softly: "How did it turn out?"

Qin Shu: "Everyone has their own fate and opportunity, just walking the river. This is also why from ancient times to the present, so many people flock to that river water."

Liu Yumei sipped her tea, also staring at Runsheng with her peripheral vision. She was very satisfied.

The stronger Xiao Yuan Hou's people were, the smoother this river could naturally be walked.

Moreover, the things given by the previous wave might have been truly rich, it seemed everyone had new changes.

"Runsheng Hou!"

Shan Deye rushed out of the house.

"Grandfather."

"I'll call you grandfather, I'll call you grandfather, you are my grandfather!"

Shan Deye both kicked and hit Runsheng.

Runsheng stood still, letting him hit.

As he hit, Shan Deye felt pain in his hands and feet, and a vague pain like being pricked by needles.

"Next time you go out, remember to call the village. You're not even the boss yet, you've already started letting people pass messages. When you really become a contractor later, it'll be okay, your tail won't be cocked to the sky!"

"Ai, okay!"

Li Sanjiang said to Liu Yi: "Ting Hou, let's have dinner early."

Liu Yi: "It's all ready."

At the dinner table, the drunk and just woken up Shan Deye had no appetite, so he simply sat next to Runsheng and helped Runsheng peel green onions.

After Runsheng finished eating the "green onions" in his hand, he quickly handed over a new one.

Runsheng had a very good appetite. The dense malevolent qi nourished his body greatly, but it couldn't flow into his stomach to be digested, so he was really hungry.

Li Sanjiang exhaled a smoke ring and said, "Is the work site not even feeding fodder?"

Runsheng: "Home-cooked rice is better, Liu Yi's rice is the best to eat."

Li Sanjiang: "Ting Hou, make some more noodles, it doesn't look like enough."

Saying that, Li Sanjiang glanced at Lin Shuyou who was also eating ravenously on the side.

This boy didn't know what kind of stimulation he received tonight, he also ate like a thief.

Damn it, earlier he had mocked Li Weihan for "running a school" at home, making the family only drink thin porridge. If these several mules couldn't work and earn money, he, Li Sanjiang, couldn't support them either. This grain consumption was too scary.

After eating, Shan Deye refused to stay here overnight, saying that a family in Xi Ting town had made an appointment for him to go to a fast tomorrow, so he needed to hurry home tonight.

Runsheng offered to take him back on the tricycle, but Shan Deye refused, saying he wanted to walk back by himself. Anyway, he had slept well during the day, his spirits were high now, and he probably wouldn't sleep tonight either.

Yin Meng shouted to stop Shan Deye: "Shan Deye."

"Eh?" Shan Deye's back shrank, and he slowly turned around, looking at Yin Meng, "What, girl?"

He was really afraid of this girl.

"I heard, you won a lot of money."

"Ah..." Shan Deye subconsciously covered his pocket, quickly saying repeatedly, "Sigh, I'll definitely lose, I'll definitely lose!"

Yin Meng spread out her hand to Shan Deye.

Shan Deye had a bitter expression. When he came in the morning, he could generously scatter money because he thought something had happened to Runsheng. Now, he was reluctant.

But looking at the pale and tender palm in front of him, Shan Deye still took the money out of his pocket, a thick stack, and put it in Yin Meng's hand.

Yin Meng counted out a part of the money and handed it to him: "This is your card game money for this month. Try to lose slowly. It's okay to lose a little more than you can afford when you can't help it."

"Okay." Shan Deye nodded and took the money.

The remaining money was put into Yin Meng's pocket.

"Tomorrow, Runsheng and I will go home and buy you rice, flour, grain, and oil."

"Okay, the key to the house... the door is broken."

"Later, if you lack money, just figure it out yourself..."

"I understand, I'll figure it out myself."

"Figure out an excuse, ask us for it, make up your own reason, make it a bit more convincing."

Shan Deye's eyes lit up. He heard the different meaning within this. The money was given, but it brought him a guarantee.

Immediately, Shan Deye looked at Runsheng intently, then turned to Yin Meng and said:

"Okay, girl, I'll make it up well."

Standing on the dam, Li Sanjiang scolded: "Where's your face, Shan Pao?"

Shan Deye didn't talk back, put his hands behind his back, and hummed and hawed as he swayed back.

Yin Meng had specifically asked Li Zhuoyuan about this matter earlier. Li Zhuoyuan's answer was: control is still necessary, like this one can cherish blessings.

Shan Deye was used to this kind of making-do, but the problem was that Runsheng had already followed him in walking the river. That making-do opening just needed to be slightly collected, and the original path dependence also needed to be changed a bit, otherwise even Runsheng's river-walking merit would continue to leak from Shan Deye.

Li Sanjiang threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, stepped on it with his foot, and murmured:

"When will Zhuangzhuang be back?"

...

Runsheng could go back because his injuries had recovered and he was still in human form.

Tan Wenbin now, could only sit at the same table with Benben.

Benben had a napkin, and Tan Wenbin had a napkin, both tied around their necks.

Even so, Tan Wenbin was now not as good as Benben. Benben could hug his milk bottle and drink milk by himself, while Tan Wenbin needed Xiao Yingying to personally feed him the tonic.

Both big and small finished eating. Benben ate very cleanly, no need to wipe, but Tan Wenbin's mouth corners, Xiao Yingying had to wipe several times with a cloth.

Tan Wenbin: "Trouble you."

Xiao Yingying shook her head, signaling it wasn't a trouble.

She still liked staying with Tan Wenbin quite a lot, mainly because the dense ghost qi on the opposite side also belonged to the yin and evil side, which made her feel very comfortable.

Because she still needed to go downstairs to pack the paper offerings, Xiao Yingying put Benben's crib in front of Tan Wenbin, and she went down first.

The full and well-fed Benben should have been sleeping originally, but perhaps he was afraid that the one outside would be bored, so he proactively crawled out, grabbing the crib railing with both hands, supporting himself to stand up.

He still couldn't speak, only "a ba a ba" with his mouth.

Tan Wenbin was not like Xiao Yuan brother who disliked children, he was still quite patient, echoing and teasing Benben for a while.

After his interest waned, Tan Wenbin planned to take a shallow nap, so he signaled his two god-sons to float out and let the children play together.

Just like this, Benben, holding the railing, looked left and right, muttering words non-stop, chatting very lively with the two resentment babies that normal people simply couldn't see, like they were having a meeting.

But this lively yet quiet atmosphere did not continue for too long, because the expressions of the two resentment babies suddenly changed, and just then, Tan Wenbin, who had finally fainted, also opened his eyes.

He sensed it:

Someone was trying to break his curse!

...

"Binbin brother, can you still hold on?"

"Don't worry, Xiao Yuan brother, three people have already changed, and their levels are not too good, they can't break it."

Everyone stood in the room, surrounding Tan Wenbin.

Just now, three people tried to break the curse, but they all failed.

This curse was specially sent down by Tan Wenbin with the two children. It could be said that it was very deeply combined with the two children themselves. To break this curse, one needed to fight with Tan Wenbin across the air.

Li Zhuoyuan: "The speed is really fast, they should have already gone back."

Only that Taoist temple could immediately invite out three people with true Taoist skills to break the curse.

Tan Wenbin: "They've changed people again, this time this one has a little something!"

Li Zhuoyuan: "Need help?"

Tan Wenbin: "I feel I can continue to wrestle with him."

Li Zhuoyuan: "No need to force yourself."

A light flashed in Tan Wenbin's eyes, and he said with a smile: "Understood, Xiao Yuan brother."

Immediately, Tan Wenbin's face started to show pain, and his breathing was weak.

The two children were in a fierce battle, but their godfather became weak first. Although they didn't know why, they also felt their hearts lead, and their gods followed suit and became weak.

A scene where the opposite side was strong and their own strength was insufficient.

Li Zhuoyuan: "You all go out first."

Runsheng, Lin Shuyou, and Yin Meng all walked out of the room. Li Zhuoyuan picked up the bronze mirror from the table, pressed his finger on the red mud, rubbed it on the mirror surface a few times, and then stood it up.

Instantly, the formation opened. This formation had no lethality, its only role was to make the situation inside the room appear gray, like adding a layer of gray light effect, making the people inside look miserable.

After doing these, Li Zhuoyuan activated Soul Walking.

Tan Wenbin erected a finger, and Li Zhuoyuan's right hand red thread flew out, winding around this finger.

Vaguely, a wail seemed to be heard by his ear:

"Ah... ah... pain... so painful... so uncomfortable..."

Tan Wenbin's was a slow-acting curse. Although symptoms would appear in the early stage, they were not too severe. The Taoist now showing this pain was possibly because he was really not up to par, and possibly also deliberately exaggerating to gain sympathy in the Taoist temple.

In the Soul Walking state, he could see the two resentment babies holding hands together, a mass of black fog spinning out from around the two children, and immediately some purple qi mixed in the black fog.

The opposite side was trying to conduct a trace through the curse connection.

Seeing the opposite side having some difficulty in conducting, Li Zhuoyuan couldn't help but quietly lend a hand, helping it build the connection.

Soon, a fuzzy mirror appeared in the fog. On the other side of the mirror, stood a middle-aged man wearing a yellow Taoist robe. His specific appearance could not be seen, only that his face was resolute and angular.

Similarly, the opposite side looking over through the mirror was also fuzzy, but because of the atmosphere effect he had arranged in advance, he and the others in the opposite side's eyes should be pale-faced, appearing exhausted, and gritting their teeth for a final struggle.

To catch good fish, one needed to adjust the bait well.

Tan Wenbin had already done the preliminary paving, and next, Li Zhuoyuan appeared to continue the performance.

The teenager might not want to directly tell the other side his identity, and then the other side would just kneel down.

A voice came from the other side, with a majesty that had been in a high position for a long time:

"Performing curses is not allowed by the orthodox way!"

Li Zhuoyuan's face turned pale, but his eyes showed firmness: "Why don't you ask him what he himself did?"

"Those who perform ghost control techniques are hated by the orthodox way!"

Li Zhuoyuan said indignantly: "Then stealing and abducting children is allowed by the orthodox way?"

"That is fate. Wen Chenzi is just following his own fate, following cause and effect, to complete the heavenly cycle."

"I only know that taking what is not given is also theft!"

"Impudent!"

An angry shout came through, and the strength of the other side trying to break the curse suddenly increased.

Tan Wenbin's throat trembled. He really didn't have much blood to spit, he could only urge out the tonic he had just drunk in the evening to cope with the scene.

Anyway, the mirror was fuzzy, and with Xiao Yuan brother's arrangement here, it looked like he had spit out a large mouthful of black fresh blood.

"Why do you say it's the heavenly cycle and it is? We stopped you from stealing children, and that's not allowed by the orthodox way?"

"Based on what do you think you have the qualification to discuss these things with me?"

Li Zhuoyuan: "Then in your opinion, whoever has the bigger fist has the reason?"

"Otherwise? You are actually so naive."

"Okay, I understand now."

"Quickly actively break the curse, and then bring those two children to my Qingcheng Mountain. I see that you and others are young and have strayed into the wrong path. You can still change. Serve as odd jobs in my temple for a Jiazi, and you can clear your crimes!"

"This is also an opportunity that I bestow upon you and others. Ordinary evil cultivators may not be qualified to enter my temple gate. Therefore, after you enter the temple, you should sincerely reflect, painfully change your past mistakes, resolve resentment, and be grateful for my virtue!"

"Otherwise..."

Li Zhuoyuan asked: "Otherwise what?"

"If you do not know how to cherish and do not repent, I will personally go to Nantong and hold the orthodox way sword to sweep away evil for heaven and earth and exterminate your entire family, you evil cultivator!"

Tan Wenbin's face showed fear, and he shouted: "No, don't, this is what I did alone..."

Li Zhuoyuan stared at the opposite side with hatred, and said in a low voice: "You dare!"

"I, Ling Fengzi, have never spoken empty words in my life, I will do what I say!"

Hearing this, Li Zhuoyuan straightened his body, flicked his fingertip, and the bronze mirror fell down.

Instantly, the opposite Ling Fengzi Taoist only felt that the mirror opposite immediately became extremely clear, and where was the teenager's earlier panic, indignation, etc. expression? Instead, he had a calm face, and his eyes were even more icy and indifferent:

"Good, one word settles it."

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