Chapter 52: Suppressing Yin and Expelling Spirits, Heavenly Master Qing Dou

  "Knock knock knock..."

  "Knock knock knock..."

  The sound was still ringing beside Qin Feng, and Qin Feng carefully identified the source of the sound, but this sound seemed to be coming from all directions, and there was no way to investigate.

  Realizing something was amiss, Qin Feng hastily got out of bed and looked around. The quiet surroundings made it easy for him to hear such strange noises. "Who is it?"

  The strange noises around him still didn't stop, which made Qin Feng even more uneasy. In such a situation, if there was no one else around, then only one explanation remained.

  "Is there a ghost?" Qin Feng muttered curiously to himself.

  The more Qin Feng doubted it, the more reasonable he felt, so he simply tried to communicate with the ghost himself to see if he could find anything.

  To be honest, Qin Feng had never tried it before, only that time when Master Qin Tongling Zhang came, he learned by himself with his eyes wide open, but later Master Qin taught him again, and Qin Feng finally learned.

  It seems this thing is useful at critical moments. With that decided, Qin Feng prepared to communicate with the spirits.

  This time, Qin Feng used the Descending Spirit Method. The Descending Spirit Method is the easiest to learn among all spirit communication methods, so Qin Feng was able to master it quickly. However, this method required using one's own blood to summon the spirit.

  On the ground, a iron basin was placed, Qin Feng burned some paper money, then dripped his own blood onto the paper money. At this time, the fire of the paper money grew bigger and bigger, as if gasoline had been added, burning more and more fiercely.

  Taking advantage of the moment, Qin Feng pulled a thin rope from the wutong branch outside the window to the iron basin, wrapped it around the iron basin in a circle, which is called "pulling back the soul", then Qin Feng silently recited the soul-calling incantation...

  The knocking sound seemed to have sensed Qin Feng's intention, and the sound became more frequent and louder. Fortunately, there was no one in the surrounding dormitories, otherwise they would have been discovered.

  The lights went out, and everything began in this darkness.

  "Who are you?"

  "Quickly appear!"

  Like this, Qin Feng softly shouted a few sentences, and suddenly, a gust of dark wind blew in from the window, blowing the paper ashes in the iron basin all over the floor.

  In the quiet night, there was an additional sound of heavy breathing, and a faint sense of movement in the shadows.

  "Who are you!?" Qin Feng asked once again.

  The other party did not speak, standing by the window swaying slowly. That "thumping" sound still did not stop, as if telling Qin Feng something.

  Qin Feng's gallbladder trembled for a moment, feeling puzzled and unsure what was going on. However, in the midst of this, another figure had appeared, and it wasn't a ghost, so what was it? Since they couldn't communicate, Qin Feng could only open his eyes to yin and yang.

  There are many methods for opening the eyes to see yin and yang, but in Taoism, the most commonly used ones are wiping the eyes with willow leaves dipped in clear dew and using Kaiyuan Tongbao to gaze at the eyes. Wiping the eyes with willow leaves is complicated and requires the use of clear dew and willow branches. The method of opening the eyes with Kaiyuan Tongbao involves sticking one's own blood onto an ancient coin, then looking through the center of the copper coin to see ghosts. This method is generally difficult for ordinary people to learn because their Taoist skills are not sufficient, so even if they shed blood, it would be useless.

  He took out two Kaiyuan Tongbao coins and Qin Feng looked at them in the same way. Indeed, the figure in the mirror was so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. The swaying of the figure slowly came to a stop, and the drumming sound also stopped. Gradually, the figure approached Qin Feng's side.

  It wasn't until now that Qin Feng understood. "Old Man Wang, is it you?"

  Qin Feng dared not confirm that the old man Wang had become a ghost, his pale face and lack of vitality were no longer enough for Qin Feng to recognize him.

  "Qin Feng is me, Wang Zao is blind."

  It was indeed Old Man Wang. Qin Feng was greatly surprised and didn't expect him to still be here, so he asked: "Old Man Wang, why aren't you reincarnating instead of following me?"

  Wang Lao Han sighed and said, "Qin Feng, I didn't misjudge you at first. Fortunately, I told you about the matter, otherwise that painting would have really fallen into the wrong hands."

  Qin Feng felt somewhat curious and asked: "What's wrong?"

  Listening to Qin Feng's question, Old Man Wang paused for a moment before saying: "Qin Feng, since you can guess my riddle and we have fate, I'll tell you some things. You might as well help me finish it."

  Qin Feng responded with a sound, "Whatever it is, just say it."

  "When you and that little girl came to my house at first, I said it. Fangzi's painting is very important, you must find it, don't let it fall into the hands of bad people. Even if it's burned, it should be burned on our Chinese land."

  Listening to Wang Lao Han's words, Qin Feng felt that this Wang Lao Han seemed to be somewhat excited. Qin Feng was unclear about the situation, so he asked again: "Wang Lao Han, are these things you're talking about related to Liu Qi Fang's old jade from Mount Yu?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "What other unknown secrets are hidden on that jade?" Qin Feng asked again.

  "I've never seen this before, I just heard Fang Zi mention that this jade is the key to solving the mystery and finding that painting."

  The room fell silent for a while, Qin Feng was deep in thought. Later, Old Man Wang said to Qin Feng again: "Kid, as a cultivator, I trust you. The rest of the matter will be handed over to you. Find the national treasure and don't let it fall into foreign hands, understand?"

  At this moment, Qin Feng felt that the weight on his body was getting heavier and heavier, and the entrustment of the previous life was rising. Suddenly, putting aside this topic, Qin Feng asked again: "By the way, Old Man Wang, how did you die?"

  "I'm not clear about this either, I only remember that night when I was just about to go to bed, but was torn apart by a mysterious force. At my age, I don't have much strength, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't tear it open. Slowly, my throat was..."

  "Mysterious power?" Wang Lao Han said up to here Qin Feng seemed to have understood something, and guessed: "Could it be that there is someone behind the scenes?"

  "No way, although I'm blind, but my ears are extremely sensitive. I can tell if there's anyone around just by listening. It was very quiet at that time, except for my breathing sound, I don't think there were any other sounds."

  "How could that be..." Qin Feng became more and more confused about what was going on, Wang Lao Han didn't have any enemies, he had a kind heart, and even helped poor children, who would want to kill such a good person?

  Thinking of this, Qin Feng asked Old Man Wang: "Then do you remember who came looking for you on the day you were killed?"

  After listening to Qin Feng's question, Old Man Wang suddenly seemed to have thought of something. "Right, someone came to me before and said he was a reporter from the Chinese News Agency, wanting to interview me. I was puzzled because they had just interviewed me a few days ago, so why were they back again? But then this guy suddenly asked about Liu Qi Fang and Guo Songling's affairs. I thought this person must be up to no good, with a sinister and greedy tone in his voice, so I didn't tell him anything. But he became arrogant and even threatened me, saying that if I didn't hand over the painting, he would break my legs... Ah..."

  "This beast is really hateful! Old Wang, you tell me, who is he? I will not let him go!" Just as old Wang finished speaking, Qin Feng was furious.

  A dignified journalist actually dares to break the old man's leg, such behavior is simply worse than a beast.

  Wang Lao Han silently shed tears, for him, the shame did not come from the journalist's words, but from those people's destruction and insult to their own dignity.

  Qin Feng comforted old man Wang for a while, and he slowly calmed down. Qin Feng said: "Old man Wang, don't worry, I will handle this matter well, after the matter is done, I will go to your grave and tell you."

  At this point, Qin Feng suddenly thought of a question and said: "Old Man Wang, I want you to help me with something, explain the meaning of this poem."

  As he spoke, Qin Feng took out the "Tai Yi Xuan Ji" that Zhang Lai had left behind and handed it to Old Man Wang.