Revere the dead

ters "ziyi," which means "poetry" or "elegance."My senior brother's surname was Jun. My father, because of this name, decided that all disciples would bear the character "Zi." He also named them after...A little light bulb went off in my head—when his previous wife was showing off at my shop, she pointed at me and I smelled a whiff of incense.

At that time, I even felt moved to start praying and seeking Buddha's blessings for my illness.

Later, I went to Old Madam Zhong's place. Old Madam Zhong seemed to mutter: "There's another woman who came to seek a remedy today..."

Are you asking for ways to harm someone And this woman's actions are very similar to the "borrowing life" method that Old Madam Zhong taught.

"Have you gone home to rummage through her closet and see what she's hiding" I asked.

The old man shook his head: "I saw these videos today, I didn't even dare to go home... I didn't even bring my bodyguard, I came straight to your house for help... Second Miss, when will the Divine Physician return I can't bear to see that woman now—I think she's scarier than a ghost."

"Your brother is out on a long trip, he definitely won't be back today. You should come back in a few days." I said.

He shook his head. "No, no... I feel something bad will happen if I leave here. That woman must be plotting against me. Only here, only here would she not think of it... Can I stay here for a few days"

"Huh My face immediately fell. Although my house has two rows of guest rooms outside the door, we haven't been housing overnight patients for a long time.

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“Second Miss, you, you, are beautiful and kind. Please take me in. I’ll think carefully about how to handle this… I dare not contact my family, I’m afraid that woman will come after me. Let me think, let me think… Oh, yes! I have money, I can pay the rent!” he said incoherentally.

Who cares about that amount of rent anyway! I'm just worried he'll bring trouble!

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My second senior brother glared at me and as soon as he came in, he pushed the trouble onto him.

I stuck out my tongue and snuck out of the room, calling Senior Brother Jun to report this matter.

"Junior Martial Sister, you've caused trouble again"

"No!"

"Then why did you call me"

"Miss you"

"Hmph, really ... Come on, what's going on at home" The sugar-coated bullet had no effect on Jun Shixiong whatsoever.

I told him about the old man's situation on the porch. My senior brother, after a cold snort from his phone, said: "I told you to go see him at his house earlier. He kept pushing back and refusing, probably afraid that I would see something embarrassing. His kind of concealment also falls under the category of avoiding illness... If it weren't for his attitude towards seeking medical treatment being decent, I wouldn't even bother with him."

“... Five million a year for consultancy fees, brother, you have to help him over this hurdle. I think he looks much older than last time, and his mental state seems to be off too.” I helped that old man out of consideration for the money.

Actually, it's because I thought of how terrifying Grandmother Zhong looked. I don't want my own patients to be harmed by sorcery either.

The senior brother pondered for a moment before saying in a low voice, "Junior Sister, the situation here is rather tricky. Master can't handle it alone, and I'm helping out too. I can't go back for the time being... If he refuses to leave home, just temporarily shelter him. In two days, I'll see if I can rush back."

What situation could have caused Senior Brother Jun to be so embarrassed and kept my father trapped there for so long

"Little junior sister, did that Mu Wanchen bully you" he asked in a weary voice.

Hearing his tone, I felt a pang of sympathy for him. Junior Brother Jun had so many things on his mind; I shouldn't have called him.

"No, it's not clear who is bullying whom... My senior brother isn't a bad person, don't worry about me, you should take care of yourself." I said sincerely.

Jun shidi brother chuckled helplessly twice, then gave me a few more reminders before hanging up the phone.

My mood is inexplicably low. Even someone as capable as Jun, my senior brother, can show a hint of fatigue in his voice...

Aren't we too reliant on him

I went back to the room, and Mu Wanchen was still sitting at the Eight Immortals table. He was very interested in the modern books in my study, and almost every time he came, he would go to look for them.

"That old man wants to stay at our house forever." I said it without thinking.

Mu Wanchen chuckled softly: "Who says you bumped into me Some things are fated to happen. You ran into me, there's no way around it."

"What do you know" I asked in surprise.

He nodded and pointed to the two stacks of paper on the table, folded into small figures: "Which one would you like to use"

"What" I didn't react.

"I'll run errands for you, so you don't have to go through the trouble of listening at windows." His fingers moved, and one of the paper figures stood up.

One yellow, one red, directly stacked with paper.

"What's the difference" I saw a paper man moving for the first time and hid behind him a little scared.

“There’s no difference…… The uses of talismans are different. We can let them follow that old man home to check the situation. If that woman is practicing harmful witchcraft, we just need to sever the medium of the witchcraft and she will be backlashed.” Mu Wanchen moved his finger towards the yellow paper figurine.

A cool breeze arose out of nowhere, carrying it to the window. Then the night wind swept it away.

"Does it really work" I questioned with some doubt.

"...You'll know soon enough."

I'm not doubting Mu Wanchen's "professional knowledge," but rather because I have limited experience and find it difficult to imagine the actual effects when these techniques are put into practice.

I slept until the middle of the night, and suddenly something was tugging at my hair. I thought my hair was being pressed down by myself, so I reached out and pulled it a few times, but it was still tugging!

Thinking about a female ghost that rarely appears in my house, I tried my best to open my eyes and reach for the bedside lamp.

"Ah!" A small red paper man hung on her hair.

"Little Princess, Little Princess," the paper figurine uttered in its familiar voice.

"Liang Xiao Ge" I was taken aback.

"Well, it's me! This is the Wuzhi King's soul-binding technique. Come on quickly, that old geezer walked out like he'd lost his soul."

I quickly put on my clothes and grabbed my small handbag and walked out.

Now there's only me in the courtyard, nothing to disturb. I opened the door and saw that the wing room was open, and the old man had come out himself!

But it's late at night, I don't dare to go out.

Fortunately, Mu Wanchen appeared immediately. He took the red figurine off my hair and scolded Ah Liang: "How long do you want to hang it on her hair"

"Hehehe, the paper man's legs are short, let the little princess carry me, come on, that old man who knows what will happen..."hich was further embellished with beaded curtains.A vision of the imagined underworld ruler, as later people conceived him, flashed through my mind.That air of otherworldly grace, that imposing bearin...