Plug-ins fell from the sky

The dealer's old house.

Zhuang Qinghe sat crookedly, his legs were weak, he coughed a few times from time to time, his body was covered with a thick blanket, and there was a chessboard in front of him, black and white pieces crisscrossed, and there was no opponent on the opposite side of the chessboard.

Chen Jin hurried over, and before he could stand still, he shouted loudly: "Mr. Zhuang, something is wrong. This time, Mr. Zhuang is determined to drive you out of the company!"

Zhuang Qinghe acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and when he made a move, there was a clear sound on the chessboard. He coughed a few times, and said calmly, "Let me be quiet for a few days."

Chen Jin was very anxious, "I said, young master, you are really anxious to death, if you don't return to Jincheng, we will have nothing to do but catch you." Chen Jin got angry and called him when he was a child.

Chen Jin has an impatient temper. He has been working under Zhuang Qinghe for a long time, but this time it is really not because he is frizzy and making a fuss, it is because the matter is too urgent.

Zhuang Qinghe and his father Zhuang Qi have long been strangers, and they are not dealing with their stepmother Zhu Yiren. These two have long wanted to drive Zhuang Qinghe out of the company.

As Zhuang Qinghe's condition got worse, the two became more and more blatant.

This is the case with the board of directors proposed by Zhuang Qi this time.

Chen Jin was still in a hurry, Zhou Dun walked in.Zhou Dun did not follow Zhuang Qinghe as long as Chen Jin. He was always steady, and he pulled Chen Jin out, "Mr. Zhuang will not be able to support his body if he returns to Jincheng."

Zhuang Qinghe coughed a few times while speaking, Chen Jin shook off Zhou Dun's hand, "I'll call a doctor again."

After seeing many famous doctors and taking many medicines, Zhuang Qinghe was still getting weaker and weaker day by day.The doctor invited couldn't find out the specific symptoms, so he could only use expensive medicinal materials to drag it along.

"Mr. Zhuang, what are your plans for this matter?" Zhou Dun knelt down.

Zhuang Qinghe held the sunspots in his hand and gently placed them on the chessboard, "No one can win this game of chess." There was a smile on the corner of his lips, and that smile looked extremely cold in the warm spring sun.

A peach blossom in the yard is in full bloom. When the spring breeze blows, a few petals rustle down and float on the chessboard.

In the dead of night, a figure crawled out from the ground.

His clothes were rotten and tattered, his face was dirty and black, his long hair was in a mess, and his whole body was covered with broken leaves, mud and garbage.

"Ah, ghost!!!!"

Li Zhile woke up and found himself lying in a coffin, and when he finally crawled out, he heard a scream.

The screaming man ran fast while screaming.

Li Zhile was baffled, why this person made such a fuss, it was really out of place, completely unaware that his current image was called out of place.

Li Zhile ran the meridians all over his body, only to find that there was only one breath of spiritual power in his body, which was much less than before going to bed, especially when he was running the spiritual power, he found that the spiritual power here was thin.

But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is to find a benefactor.

Where is the benefactor?

Li Zhile counted his fingers, but couldn't get any results several times. He squatted on the side of the road, holding a branch in his hand, and drew amulets on the ground with his spiritual power to find someone. Tried late at night until dawn, and didn't stop until Li Zhile exhausted all his spiritual power.

Can't find it.

no result.

How to find a benefactor, Li Zhile seemed to have some idea, raised his head only to find a circle of people in front of him.

"What is there in front, please let me go and have a look!" There were still people pushing into the circle from behind.

Seeing Li Zhile stop, everyone applauded in unison, and some shouted, "One more."

Li Zhile was inexplicable, why did this group of strangely dressed people surround him like this.

Seeing that Li Zhile stopped, there was nothing to see, passers-by left one after another, and those who went to work set up stalls, some even took out a banknote and coin, and threw it in front of Li Zhile.

Li Zhile picked up a strange banknote on the ground, with patterns and numbers written on it, it looked like a piece of paper, what was it?

Suddenly, he felt a slight spiritual force approaching him.

He raised his head, and there was a man in Taoist robes with extremely short hair standing in front of him. The man's complexion was vicissitudes, he looked quite old, and his eyes were piercing.

This is a practitioner.

Seeing Li Zhile staring at him, the man's expression changed, and he reluctantly dropped a dollar, "If there is more, there will be no more."

Li Zhile stood up and grabbed him, "Where do you live?"

Reiki used to be everywhere, as long as you work hard, you don’t have to worry about it, but now there is no such thing.Li Zhile realized that the world must have undergone earth-shaking changes, but he didn't know for sure until he saw a colorful booklet hanging on the wall.

It has now been 900 years since he fell asleep.

The benefactor is just an ordinary human being, who can live for 900 years?

Now the only option is to practice as soon as possible and go to the underworld to find the soul of the benefactor.

"What do you want to do?" The homeless man followed him to the Taoist temple, his eyes froze when he saw the calendar, and asked him what time it is now.

Li Zhile gave the men the things they were holding in their hands. These were the things those people just threw on the ground. When they left, Li Zhile did not forget to pick them up, "Give me clean clothes."

The man looked at the messy pile of [-], [-], [-] banknotes, with a piece of game money mixed in, and sighed helplessly, but still ordered his junior brother to bring a new set of Taoist robes for the homeless man.

This Taoist temple is neither backed by mountains nor surrounded by water, and it is located in a remote place, so it is not easy to get along.The Taoist temple is very small, and there are very few Taoist priests. Apart from this man and his junior brother, there is no one else.

The homeless man can't even use the water heater. When the man puts on the hot water, he stares curiously. His eyes are dark and bright. He doesn't look like a fool, but his face is dirty, and he doesn't know. How old is it.

"This is for bathing, this is for washing hair, remember to rinse off the foam."

After the homeless man was washed, he seemed to be a completely different person. His skin was white, his eyes were bright, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and his facial features seemed to have been carefully painted by someone, as if they were made in heaven.

How did such a man become a bum?

Li Zhile came out of the wash, changed into new clothes, and had bare feet.

The man ordered his younger brother to bring a new pair of cloth shoes. Li Zhile put on the new shoes, and his whole body felt relaxed for a long time.

"Thank you, then let's say goodbye." Li Zhile was straightforward, he still had to practice, he still had to find a benefactor, and there were many things to do.

"You're leaving just like that?" The man and his younger brother looked puzzled.

Wearing Taoist robes and long hair like this, people will misunderstand whether there is something wrong.

The man took an unused chopstick and handed it to the person in front of him, "Pull up your hair."

Li Zhile rolled up his hair neatly, if others treat him well, he has to pay him back accordingly, this is a rule and a constraint.

"what would you like?"

The man smiled, "You have nothing, what else can you do, let's go."

Li Zhile suddenly thought of something, "Could it be that you are the good person that your benefactor said?"

Just as the man was about to refute the good man theory, an arrogant voice came over.

"Ning Zifei, I didn't expect you to hide in this corner?"

A strange Taoist priest walked in, and the Taoist robes he was wearing seemed to be of better quality than theirs.

The man lowered his face, "What are you here for?"

"Of course I have a mission, but I passed by here to see who is here to build a temple." The visitor looked contemptuous, mixed with complacency, "I didn't expect it to be you, a piece of trash."

The man had no expression on his face, "Since you have seen it, go quickly."

The visitor snorted coldly.

Li Zhile also snorted coldly.

"who is it?"

"It's your grandfather and me." Li Zhile continued to snort coldly, "Like who can't snort coldly, you are a waste, a big waste!"

The visitor suddenly made a move, and a gleam of light flashed between his fingers. This move...

Ning Zifei's complexion changed, and he blocked the move, but he snorted, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Mu Ziming, you can't do anything to ordinary people. This is the rule of the cultivation world." Ning Zifei didn't see the scene where Li Zhile cast a curse with spiritual energy, and thought he was just an ordinary person.

Mu Ziming was very impatient, "Those mortals will die when they die."

Li Zhile made a sudden move, swiftly, and kicked the man named Mu Ziming to the ground. He had promised his benefactor that he would never take someone's life lightly, but he still couldn't help showing hostility in the face of provocation.

Human beings are fragile and vicious. Li Zhile pulled out the ebony chopsticks on his head, his black hair scattered on his shoulders, and the chopsticks stabbed into Mu Ziming's body. When the chopsticks entered, he heard a slight bang, and Mu Ziming's body was stored. The spirit weapon of aura was shattered.

Li Zhile pulled out his chopsticks and threw them aside. Mu Ziming's body seemed harmless, but Li Zhile had already pierced his spiritual weapon, "You are also a mortal now."

Li Zhile could see that Mu Ziming was full of spiritual energy, but this abundance was only relative to the current world, and it was still mediocre to him.

Mu Ziming, who was lying on the ground, seemed to have been hit hard. The spiritual weapon in his body was shattered, and he had no chance to practice again. His eyes were tearing apart, "Who are you, I will take revenge!"

Li Zhile likes this scene the most. The remuneration and revenge are so similar, of course there must be a back and forth. He was about to announce his name happily, but Ning Zifei stopped him and pushed him away.

"Go, go." Ning Zifei reacted quickly, although he was still shocked, "Remember to stay away from the Yanzhou area, and don't come back again. This Mu Ziming is easy to mess with, and the people behind him are easy to mess with, so don't rely on a little Taoist kung fu , I thought the world was invincible."

Ning Zifei said seriously, is there anyone with stronger spiritual power?

Then you can't run around blindly. If you run away and ask someone to find this Ning Zifei, then if something happens to this Ning Zifei, won't the causal relationship be counted on him?

Ning Zifei found that he couldn't push the young man anymore. The young man looked at him, his skin was white as if he hadn't seen the sun for many years, but his eyes were full of vitality.

Li Zhile glanced at Mu Ziming who was lying on the ground, "I know you are also looking for your father or godfather to kill me, so I don't need them to bother, I will go find them myself."

Li Zhile stretched out his hand, and another disassembled ebony chopstick flew into his hand, and he pulled back his long hair.