Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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The light of the morning light is still so soft, pouring down to Xianxian Town.

Only when the sky was bright, Ye Chen got up, carried his desk and chair, and went to the street.

In front of the restaurant, Yang Ge has long waited.

Seeing Ye Chen's arrival, he hurriedly greeted him, with a smile on his face, very diligent, and helped Ye Chen set up the table and chairs. He was obviously a senior, but he looked like a junior.

Seeing passers-by, they were even more aggressive, and became more curious about Ye Chen.

Everything was settled, Ye Chen just sat down, still yawning, and not pulling a few.

"Little friend, it's a blessing to help the old man die." Yang Ge also sat down and waited all night. Some couldn't wait. He didn't sleep all night, and looked more spiritual than Ye Chen.

"You are very stable." Ye Chen smiled.

"Gone?" Yang Ge said suddenly.

"Moreover, it's a secret. Don't divulge it."

"Uh ..." Yang Ge laughed, his lips twitched, and he waited all night for such a sentence. How did he feel so lost? This is also due to Ye Chen. If he switched to other fortune tellers, he would have already set up a stall. However, the noble man in front of him cannot provoke him.

"Ask you something!" Ye Chen asked with a smile.

"You can say everything, you know everything."

"Are there any weird things happening in this town, or something weird?" Ye Chen looked at Yang Ge with a smile, his eyes were deep, so as not to be fooled by the goods.

"There are so many strange things." Mr. Yang Ge raised his sleeves.

"A few days ago, the Sun family gave birth to a cub, and it had three eyes. You said it was strange."

"The mother-in-law of the Yang family sleeps in the middle of the night."

"The fruit tree in the east of the town has been in bloom for fifty or six decades."

Yang Ge has always been a babble, saying one after another, and talking endlessly, without thirst. He really touched the matter of Puxian Town, and there was nothing he didn't know.

The corner of Ye Chen's mouth was pulling straight. Is this a master of martial arts? Is it a cryptic predecessor? How about a broken mouth? I look at you like Ba Ba, special gossip.

"Moreover, the youngest son outside of the king, looks nothing like him." Yang Ge said, chattering, the spitting stars flying all over the sky, and did not mean to stop.

"It's no use reorganizing them, I can call my mother." Ye Chen glanced.

Yang Ge coughed and smiled, "Let's talk about strange places."

Then, he pointed to one side remotely and said, "Fifty miles from the east of the town, there is an old grave. The thief is evil. In the past few years, several grave robbers went in but did not see them. After that, more than a dozen martial arts masters joined forces. When I went inside to search for treasure, I didn't see it. People in Xianxian Town knew this. There are even more rumors that the people buried in the old grave have turned into zombies. "

"Who is buried in that old grave!"

"I don't know, it's been there since the old age came to Xixian Town, at least for hundreds of years!" Yang Ge Lao slowly said, "It's a restricted area, which is rarely mentioned in weekdays."

Ye Chen didn't say a word, his fingers were moving in his sleeve, and he secretly deduced the old grave.

Forget it, he raised his eyebrows and murmured to himself, "No!"

"Little friend?" Yang Ge Lao waved.

Ye Chen closed his thoughts and looked at Mr. Yang Ge. "Can you help me find something?"

"Little friends are polite, but it doesn't matter." Yang Ge old smiled immediately.

"A piece of peach, the older the better, the better; the yellow paper and cinnabar used for drawing; baby boy urine; white sticky rice and black dog blood; plus a bronze mirror." Ye Chen said leisurely.

Opposite, Yang Ge's subconscious scratched his head.

Although he is different from yin and yang, the functions of these objects are clear. They are all evil things, and they are a bit confused. Why does Ye Chen want these? Is it difficult to catch ghosts?

"Difficult?" Ye Chen laughed.

"I don't." Yang Ge smiled old, resisting the urge to ask, and then got up and rushed to the side of Xunxian Town, which was required by Ye Chen, and he couldn't be careless.

After Yang Ge Lao left, Ye Chen slightly bowed his head and looked in the direction of the old grave.

Obviously, he was going to look at the old grave. He was not curious, it was the old grave, which was very weird. As for the object that he asked Yang Ge to look for, it was used for evil purposes. Now his whole body is sealed, no different from mortals, even martial arts. Masters can beat him, and they are also afraid of the dirt in the grave, and he is determined that the people buried in the grave must have become corpses, but they must be fully prepared.

"Grandpa, can you help me figure it out?"

When Ye Chen was thinking, he suddenly heard a childish remark and was slightly milky.

When Ye Chen looked back, he saw a one-five-six-year-old child standing at the table, wearing a tattered, thin yellow complexion. He was so hungry and malnourished that he was standing there. But his eyes were clear and free of impurities.

"Doll, how about your father and mother?" Ye Chen smiled mildly.

"Listen to Grandpa, I went out of my door early," said the child immaturely, with a small head buried in his head. "I want Grandpa to figure it out.

Talking, the child also handed a dry and hard hoe, holding it with two small hands, hoping to look at Ye Chen, "the family has no money, can you use this hoe?"

"Yes, I can." Ye Chen smiled and took the hoe.

Immediately, he deduced.

With this calculation, he frowned, and figured out that the child's father and mother had long since passed away. The so-called trip away was a Huangquan Road, but the child was still waiting.

"Grandpa, you're here." The child's eyes flickered.

Ye Chen smiled. "Your father and mother will return soon."

The child's eyes widened and he jumped, jumping away.

Hey!

Looking at the child's back, Ye Chen sighed. He couldn't bear to tell the bad news. The fate of the child is like him, no father, no mother, no clothes.

Fate, it's all fate.

"Little friend, what you want." Yang Ge returned, still carrying a sack on his shoulders. The efficiency of the work was very high. Just a quarter of an hour before and after, Ye Chen needed to find everything.

"Thank you." Ye Chen took it.

"Raising a hand." Yang Ge wiped his sweat, but smiled.

In his opinion, it is a great honor to help Ye Chen run errands.

"Old man, that child, you can recognize it." Ye Chenyao pointed to the street and settled on the child. The little baby was standing in front of a bun shop and swallowing hard.

Yang Ge always glanced, nodded slightly, and sighed.

"You are childless, if you can, keep him!"

"This……."

"This is a good destiny, his life is fire, and it is good for you." Ye Chen laughed.

"It's not that bad as the friend said." Yang Ge laughed and sent the second child of the restaurant to bring the child back. He believed Ye Chen unconditionally. Moreover, he didn't lack money and raised one more child. There is no burden. According to the Buddhists, saving one's life is worthy of creating a seventh-level floating slaughter. If no one is accepted, the child will starve to death. This time, he can also be regarded as doing good deeds.

"Good people have good rewards." Ye Chen smiled and began to clean up.

"Why, let's close the booth?" Yang Ge's old face looked startled.

"Get ready, go and see that old grave." Ye Chen returned casually.

In a word, the corner of Yang Ge's mouth twitched, and his liver was also fluttering. It was a terrible place. I do n’t know how many people died. The world was afraid to avoid it. This one is better. Can also be understood, why Ye Chen wants to ward off evil things.

"Would you like to go together?" Ye Chen smiled at Yang Ge.

"I ... I won't go!" Laughed Yang Ge, "the old tomb is very fierce."

"Where is the master of martial arts? Just this guts?"

"Little friend, non-aging talkative, you still can't find it."

"Don't underestimate me." Ye Chen picked up the table, clutched the chair in one hand, and sack in the other, and went straight to Xiaoyuan, and a word came back, "If you want to go, I will show you to the world."

Then, Ye Chen has disappeared into the figure.

Behind him, Yang Ge shrugged his hands and wondered what he was thinking. He felt Ye Chen was weird, and he knew pharmacology, fortune-telling, and being able to ward off evil. These strangers were strange in nature.

At last he glanced over there, and he turned back to the restaurant.

The child who had been brought back had been taken to take a hot bath and put on clean clothes. At this moment, he was eating a big cake in the back kitchen, and the little one was hungry and gobbling.

Here, Ye Chen has arrived in Xiaoyuan.

Then, all the evil objects were taken out.

Ye Chen took the dagger, cut the peach into a peach sword, and ordered a bit of black dog blood, followed by a yellow rune. He dipped his pen in cinnabar, like a flowing cloud, and drew a spell on the road. Such yellow runes are dirty. The nemesis of dirty things has no effect on monks.

Next, there is pediatric urine, absolutely genuine, that is, smell, a little bit.

He was cautious. He was afraid to be sloppy and sloppy. The martial arts masters were planted in it. It can be seen how fierce the old grave is. He, as a mortal, will be killed if he is indifferent. Folded in a grave, then it was nonsense.

Originally, he could not go, the problem is that in the old grave, there are things he is familiar with.

This is what he figured out. As for what, he couldn't figure it out. It wasn't that he had not evolved mysteriously every day, but that he became a mortal. Many rules have become his boundaries.

He didn't stop until night fell.

The objects to deal with the evil spirits have been prepared, and we will wait for tomorrow to explore the cave.

At night, quiet and quiet, occasionally I can hear the direction of the streets, and the cries of drunks come, and there are also one or two restless masters, swaying with the wine, singing the big show.

Ye Chen sat under the old tree again, staring at the stars.

Homesick, he really misses homesickness, especially the children who look for his fortune-telling today, more and more homesickness, his little Ye Fan, has lost his mother since he was a child, and he was brought out to practice, the little guy ’s childhood It should be very lonely. He can imagine the picture: In the middle of the night, Xiao Yefan slid on the window, looking forward to his father and mother's return.

Speaking of mother-in-law, he looked stunned.

He was ashamed of Xiao Yefan, and he was equally ashamed of Ji Ningshuang. Really parting from life and death, he realized how painful the past is. The so-called Xiang forget the rivers and lakes, they deceived themselves from beginning to end.

"Ji Ningshuang, miss you." Ye Chen had tears in her eyes, and her voice was hoarse.