The Yan family is considered a big family in Yangcheng area. The year when they settled down can be traced back to the time when the Han family founded.

The ancestors of the Yan family were born in the martial arts world and had little kung fu skills, but they were tall and strong. They were a personal soldier carrying flags in front of the founding monarch. They sacrificed themselves to block arrows and protected the lords during the war. Although they were not appointed as marquis and ministers after the founding of the country, they were divided into many fields on Yangshan.

The family business has been passed down from generation to generation, so how could there be no prodigal sons? Later generations did not know the hardships of their ancestors and lost a lot of their ancestral property. More than 50 years ago, they even fell to the point of selling their ancestral homes to pay gambling debts.

At that time, Yan Sanjie, the eldest son of the Yan family, was in the most miserable situation. The name "Sanjie" was chosen by his father, which means "quitting gambling, quitting prostitution, quitting drinking". However, judging from Yan Sanjie's experience that almost starved to death in the cold winter, his father obviously did not quit these three things.

Fortunately, the Yan family is in full bloom, and most of the Yangshan Mountains are related to each other. They eat hundreds of families all the way, but they finally survived.

In the saying goes, Yan Sanjie is very promising. He has worked hard since childhood and has practiced a good style. He started his business by walking around and redeeming his ancestral home. When he reaches middle age, he has made the name of "Yan Sanye". He is a famous figure in the world.

But there is an old saying in the world, "When it comes, the world and the world work together, and the heroes are not free." When people have smooth sailing, they have bad luck.

Yan Sanjie didn't know how to act in his life, and he annoyed some gods. First, he was the eldest son who valued him. Ten years ago, he got crazy for no reason and injured passers-by in the downtown market. He was almost sentenced to death. He tried every means to recover it, and became a madman who could only be locked up with iron chains.

Then more and more such things happened. Half of the brothers and nephews in the family fell down, and their wives and concubines were not spared. Especially in the past two years, more and more people have been sick in nearby prefectures and counties. Those villagers who were respectful to him in the past began to secretly discuss that the madness was passed down from the Yan family.

Yan Sanjie is somewhat of a hero who has gotten up from the bottom. He is cold and he never frowned without eating. However, the villagers who once fed him a hundred families of food secretly complained and scolded him. How could he bear this?

On the third day of the winter moon, heavy snow is coming.

Outside the vermilion gate of the Yan family's ancestral home, Yan Sanjie was dressed in gorgeous clothes, carrying his hands on his back, looking at the snow in the countryside. His tall body was still as straight as when he was young, but he couldn't hide the tired old look between his eyebrows.

The butler Song Fu stood behind his back with his sleeves in his hands, and his face was filled with sorrow.

Inside the gate covered with yellow talismans, you can hear the lively shouts:

“Come on…”

"Master Wang, you don't have the alcohol tolerance like a monk..."

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the ancestor Dao is left in his heart..."

"That's what the wild monk said..."

The messy words were heard. If you didn’t understand the truth of the Yan family, it would sound like you were doing a big happy event.

Song Fu is an old man from the Yan family. He was in the stroll with Yan Sanjie back then and had a good experience in the world. After listening to the noisy words for a moment, he shook his head and sighed:

"Third Master, these 'immortal masters' can only rest in the guest room. Those who drink and eat meat outside can expect to be able to subdue demons and eliminate demons. It would be better to find a few black dogs to slaughter blood and splash them on the door..."

"If you have to leave the matters of gods and ghosts to Feng Shui Master, no matter how bad they are, they know much more than us, the gangsters."

"Oh... I've heard and looked at Feng Shui for a few years. I'm afraid the third master is the same. His Taoist practice may not be inferior to them. If you want to cure this madness, you have to rely on the court and Yan Ge to go around the capital..."

"What kind of thing is not good to do, what do you expect him to do?"

Seeing this, Song Fu stopped talking, shook his head and sighed, knowing in his heart why the Third Master was angry when he heard Yan Ge.

Yan Ge has suffered from crazy illness and has recovered slowly after several months. According to previous examples, those who can survive will not get crazy again.

If the Yan family has such a big family business, if you want to hand it over to future generations, you must choose a safe one, so as not to go crazy after two years of becoming the leader, and the entire Yan family will be dragged down by no leader. At present, there is only one Yan Ge.

But Yan Ge was born as a concubine's son. When he was a child, he didn't train him in this area. After learning some martial arts, he went to the city to find a job as a captain.

After being valued, Yan Ge was still obedient, but after his biological mother fell ill, no one said it would work. He didn't help dealing with the crumbling family business and wandered around all day to find a way to cure the disease.

Yan Sanjie was afraid of forcing his only safe son to get into trouble, so he didn't even dare to say anything serious. How could he have no objection?

The wind and snow outside the door are very strong, and even if you have some kung fu foundation, you can't stand it after standing for a long time.

Song Fu knew that Yan Sanjie had sent a letter to the Duke of the Kingdom of the capital and dragged him to invite the serious immortal master to come over. He said that he was here today, but he could not come today, so he spoke:

"San Master, go in and talk. If your body collapses, you will really not pay attention to your family."

"Wait a little longer...Is there someone there?"

"Hmm?... It seems to be really a human..."

Song Fu looked in the direction pointed by Yan Sanjie, but saw a black dot on the distant mountain that crossed the ridge and walked down the winding mountain road. It was not clear through the wind and snow, but it could be roughly seen that he was wearing a long robe.

Seeing this, the two of them quickly walked down the steps, looked up and waited quietly.

The person who came was obviously a little skilled, and it was still two miles away, but in a blink of an eye, the figure came to Yanjiazhuang.

Yan Sanjie looked up and saw the person wearing a blue Taoist robe, with a whisk leaning against his wrist, his head was upright, his hair was gray, but his skin was rosy and without any wrinkles, and his eyes were bright and bright, as if he was holding two rays of light.

When the two saw this scene, they knew that the person who came was a really master. Not to mention the momentum of the immortal spirit, just wearing a single garment in the snow and ice, you can see that this Taoist practice is extraordinary.

Yan Sanjie looked solemn and stepped forward and bowed to the world and gave a gift:

"Is Xianzhang Taoist Master Yun from Yufeng Cliff?"

The man in Taoist robe walked to the vermilion gate with a casual attitude:

"The Taoist is not surnamed Yun, but he has been practicing in Yufeng Mountain all year round. There are many cloud leopards there. The fellow Taoist gave him the nickname "Yunbao Taoist". Master Yan San is very famous in the Caiyi Kingdom, so he just calls me Yunbao Taoist."

"Oh, I can't be called the "Three Master". The king's trust said that Taoist Yun was a master of Taoism, and he was good at eliminating ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. He was on the same stage as the emperor of the throne. It was already a blessing to be able to invite Taoist priests in his previous life..."

"The King of Kingdoms is just a mischievous praise. The little Tao was just a Taoist method in Fulong Mountain in the south for several years. I didn't learn the great magical powers, and I only knew some small tricks. How could the king of Kingdoms say so well..."

Song Fu stood behind the two of them and felt much more at ease when he heard the conversation. Although he had never penetrated the path of cultivation, he had walked a lot of roads in the world, and his eyesight was not bad.

Those who regard themselves as immortal masters when they meet others, and say that they are good at Taoism and magic, one must be a liar in the world, such as those who are eating and drinking at home.

A person who is really capable, the higher he stands, the more he can feel his own insignificance, so he is often humble and low-key. Although the Taoist Master Yunbao in front of him doesn’t know how high he is, he just looks at his demeanor and knows that he is not much smaller.

With the words, Yan Sanjie welcomed Yunbao Taoist into the house. He didn't have time to hold a welcome banquet and directly led the person to a courtyard in the east house.

There are guards in the courtyard, and the yard is still clean, but chains are hung on the door, and only a small mouth is opened on the window to serve food.

As soon as the three of them walked into the yard, they could hear the messy sounds and howlings in the four or five houses, some extremely fierce and some heart-wrenching.

"Don't come over..."

"Knife! Knife, give me the knife..."

...

After Yan Sanjie walked into the yard, his originally straight waist was bent a little, and he could see the sourness in his eyes. He wanted to speak, but he only sighed.

Taoist Yunbao frowned and looked around for a week:

"What are these patients?"

"It's all my son, the eldest, the third, the fourth, the seventh... The eldest has been crazy for ten years, the third, the fourth, and the fourth are crazy together..."

Yan Sanjie pointed at him one by one, his lips trembling. In the end, he couldn't suppress his emotions in his heart and bowed to the ground:

"Master, I, Yan Sanjie, have no choice. As long as you can save one or two, even if my Yan family loses everything..."

"Hey!"

Taoist Yunbao raised his hand and helped Yan Sanjie up from the air. Such mysterious methods made Yan Sanjie, who was a little excited, shocked and stopped his words.

"First look at the patient's situation. There are too many ghostly things in the world, and Xiaodao cannot guarantee that it can be cured. As for the incense money, to be honest, how many immortal money can your Yan family spend all their money? This time, I am just returning the entertainment of the Duke of the Kingdom. Just remember the favors of the Duke of the Kingdom."

Taoist Yunbao walked to the window of a house, lowered his head and glanced inside, then took out a Sanqing bell from the big sleeve of the Taoist robe and held it in his hand and shook it.

jingle

The copper ringtone with few lingering sounds echoed in the courtyard, and the howling in the room was gentle at the same time.

Yan Sanjie and Song Fu looked very happy, but they were not good at speaking.

Taoist Master Yunbao shook the bell and asked at the window:

"Young Master Yan, what did you see?"

Soon, Yan Sanjie, who had not seen his son speak for many years, heard vague words coming from the room:

"Gourd...Gourd..."

…—

At dusk, Changning City.

The buildings were covered with silver, and four horses were slowly walking on the streets, talking softly, and coming from the two leaders:

"...My elder brother is highly valued by my father. After the accident, the family lost the successor. My father intended me to take over, but I didn't have the ability... This crazy disease kills people, and my mother can't even recognize me..."

"...Brother Yan had crazy illness before, but now do you remember how he felt when he was sick?"

"I can't remember, I feel dizzy in my head. I wake up a few months later, and my mother is crying next to me..."

There are too many bitter things in the Yan family. When Yan Ge mentioned it, he couldn't stop and basically told everyone's experience in the family.

Zuo Lingquan initially listened in the bookstore, but when he saw that it was almost dark, Yan Ge was already hungry as an ordinary person, so he left the bookstore and listened on the street while looking for a place to stay.

After Yan Ge's story, Zuo Lingquan roughly understood the situation in Yangshan, but with his experience, it was difficult to tell where the problem lies.

Xie Qiutao was the same. She kept listening from behind, comparing the situations of evil possession, soul defects, and even the rampant plague. She didn't feel that it looked very similar. She secretly asked Shangguan Lingye, but Shangguan Lingye couldn't figure it out.

In practice, people never believe in evil sayings. Even if it is a matter of ghosts and gods, they must find a statement that conforms to the cause and effect. When encountering such unknown things, they will naturally find out the result.

Although Zuo Lingquan had not agreed to Yan Ge, he had already discussed with several girls in secret and went to Yangshan to take a look.

Under the snow, Zuo Lingquan led the horse and walked side by side with Yan Ge, talking about the situation on the other side of Yangshan. Before he knew it, he walked outside the small street when he came, and a strong aroma of wine floated over from the depths of the small street.

Yan Ge ran for a whole day without getting in. He had been hungry for a long time. He could not walk when he smelled the smell of wine and meat. He raised his hand to signal the street:

"Young Master Zuo and the two girls probably didn't eat? There is an old tavern here, and the food is average but the wine is really delicious. I have to come to the capital every time I come to sit there. You come from afar and think you have never drunk the wine here. Why don't I serve as an agent, please invite Mr. Zuo and the two girls to try it?"

When Zuo Lingquan came over, he smelled the fragrance of wine. Naturally, he did not refuse and walked into the small street with Yan Ge.
To be continued...