The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 893 Three Paths
Xie Zhifei's eyes were red and he was getting more and more anxious every time.

Can you be in a hurry?

How many people risked their lives to save Yan Sanhe's life?
Not to mention Crown Princess Liang’s good intentions, not to mention her own mother Shen Duruo’s risking her life to save her, just the arrangements her grandfather made for her, she should live well!

How can you die?
His little Huaiyou shouldn’t die!

Xie Zhifei covered his eyes with his hands, but tears still flowed from his fingers, leaving both Mr. Pei and Li Buyan stunned.

Little Master Pei: Why are you so excited?

Li Buyan: Mr. San is sincere to Yan Sanhe!

Pei Xiao took out the handkerchief, put it into Xie Zhifei's hand, and whispered in his ear: "I'll lend you my shoulder later. I'll hold it in for now. I don't have time."

Xie Zhifei was so excited that he quickly took the handkerchief and wiped away his tears, "Master is laughing, please continue."

The old monk blew out a smoke ring from his mouth, and his eyes slowly became empty.

When Yan Xing stood in front of him all wet, he immediately knew that the noble person was the female doll on Yan Xing's back.

After entering the room, Yan Xing put the child on the bed, then knelt down in front of him, "Please master, please save this child."

"Yan Xing has always called me master, but he has never knelt down to me. He and I are friends, there is no hierarchy.

As soon as he knelt down, I knew something was wrong. When I asked him about the origin of this child, he said that he didn't know very well and that he was entrusted by a good friend. "

The old monk glanced at Xie Zhifei and sighed: "The Zhang Tianxing you are talking about sent this child to Yan Xing and died after just saying a word."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "click" from the roof.

It was the sound of breaking tiles.

Xie Zhifei then remembered that Lu Da was sitting on the roof guarding them.

"How did he die? What were the last words he said?"

"It took only ten days to rush from Sijiu City to Yunnan Mansion non-stop. It was very tiring."

The old monk raised a few sparse eyebrows and asked calmly: "My child, do you dare to believe it?"

Xie Zhifei's eyes darkened.

Can you not believe it?

He had been to Yunnan Mansion, and it took him more than a month to drive slowly and hurriedly. Even if he traveled non-stop, day and night, it would take him about twenty days.

ten days?

That is almost impossible.

"His last words to Yan Xing were: Sir, I sent the child to you on the orders of the old general. She still has a pulse. Please...save this child, save this child!"

Old monk: "After he said this, his head fell, and he didn't even open his eyes again, including the horse underneath him."

Xie Zhifei's eyes were red and he was silent for a long time. Then he asked Lu Da: "Where is Zhang Tianxing's body buried?"

"In the Nu River."

Old monk: "Yan Xing said that this child's life experience is not simple. Any small flaw will bring disaster to her. The Nu River runs thousands of miles, and it is the cleanest."

Xie Zhifei raised his head and glanced at the roof.

Lu Da's guess was correct. Zhang Tianxing was dead because he didn't keep the appointment.

Crown Princess Liang and her grandfather did not misjudge the person. This person made a huge promise and safely handed the child into Yan Xing's hands.

But once he died like this, the real cause of Yan Sanhe's death was completely unknown.

Xie Zhifei recalled the killing ten years ago, "Master, are there any injuries on the child?"

Old monk: "There is no injury."

Xie Zhifei: "Then why did you die?"

The old monk shook his head and said he didn't know either.

Intuition told Xie Zhifei that the old monk was not telling the truth. This man could even see his soul, so why couldn't he see the cause of Huaiyou's death.

"Now that I have the answer to the first question, the first time I saw her, this child was already dead."

The old monk's words suddenly changed. "But dead people don't have pulses, but this child does. Although the beating is very weak, it never stops. This is very incredible.

What's even more incredible is that, apart from the coldness, there is no breath of death on this child's body. The body is neither rotten nor rotten, just like a living person. "

Pei Xiaowei couldn't hold back: "Why?"

"Good question!"

The old monk handed the pipe to Xuyun's hand, and Xuyun helped him fill it with some shredded tobacco, lit it, and handed it over again.

"Old monk, I am an eminent monk who was born only in 300 years. Naturally, I can see things that others cannot."

Pei Xiao: "What did you see?"

The old monk suddenly stood up, walked to the coffin with his hands behind his back, and looked down at the person lying inside.

"I saw three auras surrounding this female doll."

Everyone's face changed.

Xie Zhifei asked first: "Master, which three paths are there?"

The old monk took a puff of cigarette: "Yin Qi, Yang Qi, weather!"

What does it mean?
What are Yin Qi, Yang Qi and weather?
Xie Zhifei and others looked at each other with blank expressions on their faces.

The old monk saw the expressions of these people and accepted his fate, "Let's start with the weather. Master Pei, what is the sky?"

Did you learn your love of torture from Yan Sanhe?

Pei Xiao hurriedly pointed to the top of his head: "The one above is for the sky."

The old monk nodded.

"That's why the emperor is also called the Son of Heaven, and he is the son of destiny. The weather on this girl's body means that she is a member of the royal family, and her father should be destined to be a nine-five-year-old."

Pei Xiao suddenly thought of something.

"So on Mount Wutai, you refused to accept her worship because she was from the royal family and you were afraid of shortening your life?"

"Humph!"

The old monk sneered disdainfully.

"Are the members of the royal family great? If we really want to talk about it, when the emperor meets this master, he has to kneel down and beg."

Pei Xiao was confused: "Then, what's the reason?"

"We'll talk about that later."

The old monk waved his hand and asked: "Master Pei, what is Yin Qi?"

Pei Xiao pointed downward: "Is it the breath of the underworld?"

The old monk nodded, "Human beings are yang, ghosts are yin, and yin energy is ghost energy."

Pei Xiao's scalp was about to explode, and he broke out in cold sweat. "Why, why does she have ghost energy on her? Where does it come from? Is she haunted by a ghost?"

The old monk looked at the sky with an expression that said, "Master Pei is hopelessly stupid."

At this moment, Xie Zhifei suddenly interrupted: "But because of the thirteen stitches in the ghost gate?"

"Finally there is someone smart."

The old monk looked at Xie Zhifei, the disdain in his eyes slowly sinking.

"The Thirteen Needles at the Gate of Ghosts are to snatch lives back from ghosts. This requires the consent of the Lord of Hell. If the Lord of Hell does not agree, no matter how powerful the miracle doctor is, he can only stare blankly.

If the miracle doctor insists on having his own way, then the Lord of Hell will even take his life away.

On the other hand, if the Lord of Hell agrees, then this person is the one who has made a mark on the other side of the Lord of Hell and will not die easily.

Therefore, most people who are rescued by the Thirteen Needles at the Gate of Hell can live to the age they deserve. "

The old monk exhaled a puff of smoke.

"There is a ghost energy on the female doll. That is the person saved by the thirteen stitches of the ghost gate. The ghost energy is protecting her from death."

(End of this chapter)