Chapter 39: The Five-Colored Banner Recruits Soldiers, Exorcising the Heavenly Master of Green Beans

  The big fire was burning fiercely on Zhou Qin's body, and the snake essence was suffering greatly. "Will you stop or not!" Qin Feng looked at the warning without any reaction, so he warned it again.

  At this time, it finally reacted, borrowing Zhou Qin's body and making a hissing sound from her mouth. It seems that the snake that has become a spirit cannot speak.

  Facing such a situation, Qin Feng had no choice but to continue letting Ai Gou burn, and soon the fire almost covered the entire Zhou Qin. Considering Zhou Qin's safety, Qin Feng controlled the fire, silently lamenting that while this method would indeed have an effect on the snake spirit, it also had a significant negative impact on the human body itself. The thick smoke alone could give Zhou Qin tracheitis or bronchitis.

  But as it turns out, this move is indeed effective against the snake spirit. Borrowing Zhou Qin's body, Qin Feng can see its almost unbearable expression and painful wails. Sure enough, not long after, a gust of dark wind suddenly blows by, dispersing all the burning mugwort grass around Zhou Qin in an instant.

  This scene even surprised Qin Feng himself, but fortunately Zhou Qin was fine, indicating that the snake spirit had escaped earlier. Rushing to Zhou Qin's side, his pale face was stiff and lifeless, and his body was also very weak, apparently due to the large amount of spiritual energy sucked away by the snake spirit earlier. "Brother Zhou Qin, are you okay?!"

  "Where am I?" Zhou Qin weakly asked in a mosquito-like voice.

  Still on the mountain of subduing demons. Big literary work. Qin Feng helped Zhou Qin lean against a rock below and told him in detail about what had just happened. After listening, Zhou Qin's originally pale expression became even more rigid, and he cursed as soon as he opened his mouth: "Damn it, I've never encountered such an evil thing before, today I finally got to experience it personally. By the way, where is that snake spirit?"

  "It's already been exhausted, I just burned it with wormwood grass, now it's badly injured, this is the best time to catch it!"

  After hearing this, Zhou Qin finally understood why he felt like his body was burning up. It turned out that Qin Feng had used mugwort to steam him, and now was the best time to catch snakes. So Zhou Qin immediately said: "Let's go quickly, let's catch that beast and have a snake meat hot pot! Damn it, this is actually on my body, I won't forgive it!" On one side were endless curses, while on the other side Qin Feng wasn't in such a hurry. After all, Zhou Qin's wound hadn't healed yet, and even if they wanted to chase that big snake, they should at least conserve their energy. So Qin Feng simply turned around and helped Zhou Qin back home.

  "What's going on? Are you leaving now? Aren't you catching the snake spirit anymore?" Zhou Qin asked with a puzzled expression.

  "Seize it! I'm just waiting for a good opportunity!"

  "What's wrong with now?"

  "It's not possible now, besides, you're still injured. I can handle the snake spirit, but if even a yin corpse comes out, who will save you?!" Qin Feng's words were quite right, and Zhou Qin thought about it, feeling that it was indeed true, so he simply decided to go back and rest for now.

  In the hospital, Zhou Qin looked even weaker than imagined, lying in bed like a withered grass after a rainstorm, powerless and listless. The great writer Qin Feng told Zhou Qin to take good care of himself here and entrusted He Miao, Fang Yu's girlfriend, to take care of him. As for himself, he would go to Dongtou Village tonight to catch the snake spirit.

  "What? You're going tonight? Then I'll go too!" Lying on the hospital bed, Zhou Qin heard this news and excitedly wanted to get up and go with Qin Feng.

  Qin Feng looked at Zhou Qin and naturally wouldn't agree, so he said: "Don't go, take care of your body for at least a week. This snake spirit has been injured, it will definitely sneak down the mountain to heal its wounds tonight, so we must catch it tonight, can't let it get away with it again!"

  "So how do you plan on catching it?"

  "Easy, catch thieves by closing the door!"

  Zhou Qin furrowed his brow, rolling his dull eyes in thought. He didn't know what Qin Feng was trying to do: "Catch a thief at the gate? Be more specific."

  Qin Feng fiddled with his bangs, and after going over the general idea in his mind, he continued: "This is very simple, I'll trap it first, then catch it." After a pause, Qin Feng added: "I think I'll also lure out the Shadow Corpse and catch them together!"

  Upon hearing this, Zhou Qin furrowed his brow and stared at Qin Feng with wide eyes, asking in surprise: "Isn't Yin Shi a formidable opponent? Moreover, you still haven't figured out Yin Shi's origins. Won't acting rashly like this lead to trouble?"

  For this point, Qin Feng himself had not been without consideration, but he wanted to bring out the yin corpse and explore the truth. To be honest, Qin Feng was very suspicious of the background in which the yin corpse was formed. Especially the location of the tomb, generally when someone dies, they will ask a geomancer to choose a good burial site, even if the grave is not good, they can use the flow year transfer method to eliminate disasters and confusion. However, the current tomb is a grave taboo, occupying all eight taboos, which in China goes against heaven's principles and commits a great taboo. There is also that willow forest, in geomancy there is an ancient saying "Mountain shade plants willows, don't let them occupy the tomb head". Therefore, these inexplicable things still need to wait for further confirmation.

  Farewell to Zhou Qin, Qin Feng left the hospital and wandered on the street alone, thinking about whether this matter had anything to do with Guo Songling. Although he told Zhou Qin that he would catch the snake spirit tonight, it was still uncertain whether he would succeed or not, "If there is any magic tool, it might be effective."

  He sighed to himself, not to mention himself, even Qin Ye was also because of his secular life and didn't have many decent magical tools. This time's snake spirit and corpse were not ordinary, they had to be subdued with a magical tool, but precisely because he didn't have one, he got into trouble.

  People flowed back and forth along the road, surrounded by the sound of car horns. The warm sunshine made everything feel comfortable. Unintentionally, Qin Feng arrived at Old Horse Street.

  Lao Ma Street is a famous antique market in Jingjiang City, where antique shops and bookstores often put out some very old items to "bask" in the hope of finding a good buyer.

  Taking advantage of the good weather, Qin Feng also hopes to find some treasures here. There are many people inside, all coming to join in the fun. The business of a family selling ancient books next door is very hot. At first glance, they seem to have spread out all their books on the ground for customers to pick and choose. Further inside, Qin Feng sees an old man sitting on a stool on the right side of the road, smoking a tobacco pipe, seemingly selling something. Curiosity drives Qin Feng to walk over and take a look, discovering that this thin and gaunt old man is selling some miscellaneous goods, such as inkstones, brushes, copper mirrors, and several imitation ancient calligraphy and paintings, as well as books.

  "Little brother, you're a scholar of the Tao!" The old man had already given Qin Feng a shock before he even opened his mouth.

  "Old man, how did you figure it out?" Qin Feng asked jokingly, but in his heart he was really surprised. Before he even opened his mouth, he had already been seen through, this was indeed a remarkable folk master.

  The old man nodded his pipe and smiled: "I'm a bit of an old rascal, I understand the market a bit. I feel that you have a bit of purple spirit on your head, so you must be a beginner."

  "Hmm... I just happened to be interested and studied it, what's your surname, sir?" The old man in front of him really gave Qin Feng a surprise, his eyes seemed to have been blinded by some sharp object, but despite this, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel more and more respect and curiosity towards him.

  "This old man said: 'The name is not important, it's about fate. I've been helping people with divination since I was a kid, and that's also about fate. How about it, young man? Can you tell me your eight characters?"

  It seems that this old man should be a high-ranking person, but Qin Feng didn't want to cause so much trouble again, shook his head, and found five small triangular flags among the calligraphy and paintings on his stall, with colors consistent with the positional colors of Dongqing, Xibai, Nanhong, Beihui, and Zhonghuang. "This is a Five-Color Recruitment Flag!?" Qin Feng's excitement couldn't hide the shock in his eyes, furrowed his brow, and fixed his gaze on the old man.