Two treasure maps

Qingyue Tianshi was calculating silently in his heart. He was betting that Xiu Huang was not involved in the affairs of Guojiazhuang, and that Xiu Huang would protect Guo Lin, the reincarnation of the prince of heaven, for the sake of the Jade Emperor. After all, Xiu Huang had stayed in Guojiazhuang for a period of time in hiding. Now, if he wanted to protect Guojiazhuang, the best strategy was to notify Xiu Huang as soon as possible.

He suggested to Guo Lin: "Brother Guo, have you ever thought about reporting to the police?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Xiangu immediately nodded in agreement. She also thought of Xiu Huang's existence. After all, Xiu Huang had stayed in Guojiazhuang before. If they could contact him, there might be a different turn of events. So, she also suggested, "Brother Guo, maybe you can find a way to contact someone in the capital and report this matter to the authorities."

At this time, Taoist Master Ye Feng coughed lightly, interrupting their thoughts. He said with some concern: "Well... have you ever thought that Brother Guo is a mortal? If he goes to the capital to report to the authorities, when he comes back, Guojiazhuang may have already been reduced to ruins."

Tianshi Qingyue and Xiangu Hua finally woke up from their dream. As immortal cultivators, they could easily send messages, but Guo Lin was a mortal. Even if he really went to the capital, he might not be able to see the Emperor Xiu, not to mention that he was too late in time.

Moreover, if the matter is too small, Emperor Xiu may not intervene personally.

While everyone was thinking, Master Lingyuan chanted the Buddha's name again, his voice solemn and dignified: "Amitabha, since the owner of the manor is not here, then the young master should listen to what the sufferer has to say, and then make a decision."

As he finished speaking, everyone's eyes focused on the dozen women kneeling beside the stretcher. They surrounded a man who looked emaciated. He seemed to be extremely distracted, with white foam coming out of his mouth, but his heart was still beating, and it was obvious that he was not completely dead yet.

One of the women, with tears on her face, kowtowed to everyone in Guojiazhuang, and said in a choked voice: "Please be kind, masters, and hand over the evil dragon." As she spoke, she recalled, "Last winter, it snowed for three consecutive days. We all hid at home and didn't want to go out. When my husband went to the woodshed to get firewood, he accidentally saw a small snake coiled under the firewood pile. He thought it was just an ordinary snake, so he picked up a hatchet and chopped it, but he only chopped off its tail, and the little snake ran away."

As soon as she finished speaking, Guo Liuli, who was standing behind the escort in Guojiazhuang, suddenly turned pale, swayed a few times, and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, she was supported by her mother Zhao Ying, who was beside her. Zhao Ying asked with concern: "What's wrong? Liuli, are you feeling unwell?"

Tears welled up in Guo Liuli's eyes, and she choked up and said, "Mother, I...I got into trouble."

"What's going on?" Zhao Ying's tone was full of confusion and worry. She and Guo Meiling supported the pale and shaky Guo Liuli and sat down beside them.

Guo Liuli lowered her eyes and whispered in a trembling voice: "Mother, Meili, I have seen the little snake she mentioned. It was covered in wounds and fled to Yinglin Garden, begging me to save it."

Zhao Ying frowned, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "Liuli, this doesn't mean it's the demon dragon they're talking about. There are so many creatures in the world, and there are countless injured snakes."

Guo Liuli's tears continued to flow, and she sobbed, "But it said that it was the guardian Jade Dragon of the East China Sea who had a contract with me."

"East China Sea Jade Dragon?" Guo Meili exclaimed. She was obviously also shocked by the name.

Zhao Ying immediately covered Guo Meili's mouth alertly and warned in a low voice: "Meili, keep your voice down. This is a serious matter and you can't talk about it casually."

Guo Liuli was already panicking at this time. She held Zhao Ying's hand tightly and asked in a trembling voice: "Mother, what should I do?"

Zhao Ying held Guo Liuli and Meili's hands and said firmly, "Meili, go find your eldest brother and grandfather and ask them to come over quickly. Let your second brother handle the situation first, and don't act rashly."

Just as Guo Meili was about to get up and look for someone, Xiaoyaozi stood in front of them. He bowed to Zhao Ying and said, "Hello, Madam. This matter is indeed very complicated and not so easy to resolve. So, please don't act rashly for the time being."

Zhao Ying stared at Xiaoyaozi, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she asked cautiously: "Can I trust you?"

Xiaoyaozi avoided her gaze and said softly, "Madam, please rest assured. I have already informed the second senior brother. He is a Buddhist practitioner and has a lot of experience in such matters. He will see to it."

Zhao Ying nodded. She knew she couldn't lose her composure at this moment. She held Guo Liuli with one hand and Guo Meili with the other, and said softly, "Let's continue to listen to what the woman said."

The woman in front had stopped crying. She wiped her tears and continued, "My husband started to act strange in March this year. He often cried and laughed for no reason, and kept looking for his tail, saying that we had hidden it. Within two months, he became seriously ill. Later, we went to the Great Compassion Monastery to find the monk, and we realized that he had been bewitched by an evil spirit."

As the woman continued to tell her story, the atmosphere at the scene became increasingly tense. Zhao Ying, Guo Liuli, and Guo Meili clung to each other, their hearts filled with anxiety and worry. They knew that this storm was far more complicated than they had imagined.

Hearing the words "Dabei Zen Temple", Guo Feipeng's brows knitted involuntarily, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart. He recalled that Master Lingyuan was also going to the Dabei Zen Temple to register, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart. Could it be that all this was a trap set by the Buddhist monks long ago? This layout was so exquisite, like an invisible net that tightly bound their Guojiazhuang.

Guojiazhuang has always been cautious about demon cultivators, but has never been disrespectful to Buddhist cultivators. Now, with such a careful plan, it is really puzzling that they have gone through such a big detour to provoke trouble. If the Buddhist cultivators really have something to discuss, they can just send a monk to talk to my father, mother, or grandfather. After all, they are all reasonable people and will not be easily deceived.

However, since they have chosen this method, there is only one possibility - the matter behind this is far more complicated than it seems on the surface, and it is probably not a responsibility that he, the young master of Guojiazhuang, can easily take on.

Guo Feipeng tried to put himself in his father's shoes and think about this problem from his father's perspective. What would his father do if he were here? Does his father have any magic weapon or secret that the Buddhists fear? His thoughts were all over the place, but he still couldn't find a clue.

The woman suddenly stood up at this moment, her voice became hoarse, as if she wanted to vent all her anger and grievances: "You, Guojiazhuang, are harboring evil spirits, and you are guilty of the same crime as the evil spirits!"

This angry shout exploded like thunder in the sky above Guojiazhuang. Guo Feipeng's heart moved, and he finally understood how his father would respond. The corners of his mouth curled up, and a smile reached his eyes. He said loudly: "That's right, your family has attracted evil spirits, and you should be guilty of the same crime as the evil spirits!"

His words were like a sharp sword, piercing the woman's heart. Outside Guojiazhuang, there was silence, as if even the wind had stopped breathing, waiting for the next storm.