The old nine-door one eight mausoleum-style fake counselor Ba Ye

"Ba Ye, I'm still young, don't tell me what you and adults do in the house!" After Xiao Man shouted this sentence, he ran out of the door.

Ling Duan pushed open the door of the study room, pinched a Shu Ling Jue and pulled Xiao Man back in front of his eyes, "Hey, you kid...do you know that Ling Yue came here just now?"

"I know, I have the restrictions imposed by the adults, and I will feel it when the adults come." Xiao Man sighed in his heart that he had made a mistake. He should have thought that the adults would heal the wounds of the eighth master. If he had known, he would not have made fun of the eighth master Yes, this time I will definitely be beaten.

"Then you also know the connection between Zhang Qishan and Lingyue?" Ling Duan squinted his eyes and put on a fierce look, rattling his fingers.

Xiaoman smiled flatteringly, and stretched out his little finger to gesture.

"I know a little bit. My accusation is to protect you. If I didn't know, how could I let you stay overnight in Zhang's mansion, right?"

"Little bastard, I really underestimated you before, if you still know what to tell me, I will spare you, or else... hum."

"Father..."

Without further ado, Ling Duan stretched out his hand and knocked Xiaoman violently, "If you don't want to be beaten, just say it."

"I knew that my lord injected the Qiongqi spirit into Zhang Qishan's body, and also imposed a restriction. Once Zhang Qishan is in danger, the Qiongqi essence will automatically protect his body, and my lord will also receive the news through the power of the restriction."

"You mean that no matter what dangerous things the Buddha does, his life will not be in danger at all?"

"That's right, otherwise, how could your lord trust Zhang Qishan to protect you?" Xiao Man stretched out his hand to give Ling Duan a sigh of relief.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier! Do you know that the Lord almost lost his life in order to save Zhang Qishan a few days ago?" Ling Duan raised his hand and knocked Xiaoman three times, still feeling puzzled.

"I want to say it, but you don't listen. I won't let you go to the grave, and you still think I'm nagging." Xiaoman said that he is just a child, and his heart is so tired. Adults need to take care of such unconscious Dear Ba Ye, it's so hard, he won't marry such a guest in the future.

"you……"

"Eighth Lord, Master Buddha, please go over. The soldiers are waiting at the door." The maid of the Qi family hurried in with small steps, wanting to report to the mausoleum.

Ling Duan looked at the time, it's not even noon yet, why did he come to pick him up.

"Baye, the Buddha is here to invite you." Standing beside the car was an unfamiliar soldier, respectfully asking Ling Duan to get into the car.

Ling Duan guessed that something might have happened. Usually, the adjutant came to pick him up. Even if the adjutant couldn't come for something, the soldiers who often stood guard in Zhang's mansion came to pick him up. He knew those people very well. This time He has never seen this one before, probably not someone who is resident in the Zhang residence.

Looking at it again, Lingduan found that the route was not going to Zhang's mansion, but seemed to be going in the direction of the railway station.

"Where are you going? Isn't the Buddha in Zhang's residence?" Ling Duan didn't believe that someone pretending to be a soldier of the Buddha came to his hall and kidnapped him in such a bright day.

"Baye, don't be offended. Buddha is dealing with matters at the train station. The adjutant couldn't leave, so he asked his subordinates to ask Baye to discuss matters."

Ling Duan had several thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't think of a reason, so he could only go to the train station to have a look.

"Baye, please." The soldiers graciously opened the door for Ling Duan, pointed in the direction of the platform, and signaled Ling Duan to go by himself.

As soon as Lingduan entered here, he felt a little weird in his heart, isn't it a train station, why is it so dark, it seems that there are dead bodies gathered.

"Hello, Ba Ye." Seeing Ba Ye coming, the acquainted soldiers greeted him loudly, awakening Ling Duan who was in deep thought.

"Okay, okay, everyone." Ling Duan clasped his fists, returned the salute, looked around, but did not see the shadow of the Buddha, so he could only disperse his spiritual sense to detect the surrounding situation.

With this exploration, the images of dead bodies everywhere in the carriage were directly sent back to Ling Duan's mind by his spiritual sense, and he was caught off guard, which shocked him greatly.

"Damn it, accidents are about to happen again! It's better for me to meddle less." Ling Duan hurriedly turned around and was about to go out, but happened to be blocked by a passing adjutant.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Lord Buddha is still waiting for you inside." The little adjutant spoke politely, but his feet firmly blocked the road at the end of the mausoleum.

"I haven't finished dealing with the matter in my mouth. The Buddha has something to do. It's the same when I talk to me at dinner." Ling Duan replied with a smile, this brat will bully him.

"The Buddha said that if the fortune teller dares to leave, he will be shot dead."

Lingduan had no choice but to get into the rusty 076 train under the supervision of the little adjutant named Shishi. It is said that when the train entered the station, all the gaps and entrances were sealed by iron sheets. After being detected by intelligence, there are no other living people in the car except Buddha's subordinates, which is strange. Where did this car come from, and why did it suddenly stop in Changsha City?

Although Ling Duan does not know the art of divination, he is a cultivator of immortals, and he has some sense of good and bad things. The scene on this train is full of strangeness, and it suddenly entered Changsha City without a driver. The Buddha wants to track it down. This matter, I'm afraid it will lead to fire.

Ling Duan dismissed the adjutant and searched in the carriage alone. He tried several times to perform the soul-searching technique, but his cultivation base was too low, and the people in the carriage had died for a long time, and the spell could not capture their souls at all. , not to mention searching memory.

Ling Duan couldn't do anything about it, so he could only hurry to meet Zhang Qishan.

When he was recuperating, he had nothing to do. Lingduan read a lot of ancient books collected by the Zhang family. Zhang Qishan even took out Zhang Qishan's private notes to read some for Lingduan. Zhang Qishan and others have rich experience, but he has a strong spiritual sense, and he has a vivid memory of all kinds of materials, so it is still possible to talk about it on paper.

He accompanied Zhang Qishan to inspect the car carefully, and witnessed the process of opening the whistle coffin. He felt that this matter was very strange. Ling Duan had no selfish intentions and hoped that Zhang Qishan would not let it go, so he could only tell Zhang Qishan , Er Yuehong has done a lot of research on objects and ancient tombs from the Northern and Southern Dynasties, so Zhang Qishan asked Er Yuehong to discuss it.

In the past, Xie Jiuye often took Lingduan to Liyuan to listen to operas, and Lingduan had also heard about Er Yuehong's renunciation of his ancestral business. He hoped that Zhang Qishan would eventually retreat because of Er Yuehong's refusal to help.