The incense burner on the table next to the bed caught Pei Ye's attention. This incense burner was much cleaner than the one in front of the smiling Buddha outside. It had obviously been wiped. The top of the burner was covered with three piles of light white incense ash. Pei Ye twisted it up and wiped it. I looked at it and found that it was only within the past two days.

There are also two old sticks on the table, which must have been written by asking for help a long time ago. Now they have been moved directly from the Buddha statue to here. One of them says "Get rich and eat meat", and the other says "Miao Miaofu's family is right." She is good".

There is no idol in front of the sign, only the crooked symbol carved on the table, and a small bronze bottle placed in front of the symbol.

Pei Ye stretched out his hand and picked it up. This small bottle was of the same shape as the four left in the woods. It should be the cup that Lao Xiangzi said contained fairy water.

He put the cup into his pocket and looked again. There was half a bowl of vegetable soup on the bedside, which was leftover from the morning meal. Apparently, Lao Xiangzi had not returned home since she said goodbye to him yesterday afternoon.

His wish to inquire with Lao Xiangzi in detail failed, and Pei Ye walked out of the small courtyard with a sullen face.

Back in his hospital, the old man was weak and had always been lethargic, and he still hadn't woken up yet.

Pei Ye took out his sword, crossed the blade across it, and made a stroke on his forehead. He came to the urn, lowered his head and used the water as a mirror to examine it carefully.

On the forehead, the blood seeping out obscured the pattern, but after wiping away the blood and gently opening the wound, the symbol seemed to have shrunk a step deeper and was still imprinted on the flesh.

If the skin is peeled off, it will be born on the flesh. If the flesh is cut off, it will probably be imprinted on the bones. It seems that it is not something foreign, but is generated by one's own flesh and blood.

Is this the mark given by the gods?

The dampness and coldness of the autumn rain seemed to touch his skin for the first time. As the chill rose, a kind of anger surged up, and Pei Ye suddenly raised his head, as if he wanted to look at something.

But only the gray and white sky was gloomily pressed down, and the big raindrops fell vertically towards his eyes. Pei Ye did not dodge, letting it hit his eyeballs and causing slight pain.

After a long time, Pei Ye said to himself: "You seem to only know how to order food."

…

Pei Ye prepared the meal as usual, brought it to the house and patted the old man awake. As soon as he was helped to sit up, the old man sniffed and said hoarsely: "Why does it smell of blood? Where is the injury?"

While feeding, Pei Ye told her in detail about last night's experience.

The old man raised his deep-set eyes and wrinkled where his eyebrows should have grown.

"Do you know this symbol?"

"Zhushijiao."

"Zhu Shijiao?" Pei Ye was surprised, "Have you heard of it?"

"I've only heard of it, but never had any dealings with it." The old man said, "The evil heretic caused several great disasters in the southwest fifty years ago, and was wiped out by the Immortal Platform. Since Shen Yanping didn't recognize him, it can be seen that the Immortal Taiwan has judged that this cult has been wiped out and will no longer send relevant information to the local prosecutors."

"But now that it's revived, what does this sect do?"

"Since it's a sect, of course it's for their gods. I don't know the details. To be honest, when I walked around the world, they had already written it on the merit book of Xianrentai, and I didn't catch up with them to make trouble." The old man slowly raised his head. The arm began to tremble as soon as it left the support, until it pressed down on Pei Ye's forearm, "Are they targeting you now?"

"Yes. But it's nothing serious. Several adults have already asked the state for help."

But the old man shook his head: "Will a fire that has been dormant for fifty years be ignited and be extinguished easily?"

Pei Ye was speechless.

"Hopefully they are just a dying attempt, but it's best not to underestimate your enemy."

Pei Ye nodded heavily and asked again: "Grandpa Yue, have you ever heard of 'quail head'?"

"What?"

Pei Ye narrated the dream.

The old man frowned and shook his head.

Pei Ye was a little disappointed, thinking that the old man would have some suggestions.

The old man's dark eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts: "Why are you asking about this? What's on your mind?"

Pei Ye was silent for a moment and did not answer.

He did have a lot of emotions that he wanted to express.

For example, they are wary of the black chi. There is a trace of Zhu Shijiao targeting him because he has a better Dantian and is one of the twelve sacrifices. But why did the black chi choose him alone?

What purpose does it have?

For example, the anger that has to be locked up with rationality. I have to cower and avoid those villains like a rabbit avoiding a wolf, because they slaughtered my relatives and friends, and I was the next one.

But in the end, he said nothing. Because the old man in front of him was not the master who lived in seclusion in the world in the novel, he was just a poor man who fell into the dirt, and his weakness and powerlessness were not fake.

"Nothing, let's talk about it after the matter is over. I'm going to spend the night at the county government office tonight, and some adults will be there to protect us." Pei Ye changed the subject and said, "I cooked more food, and when it's time, I'll go by myself

Take it and eat it, I'll be back tomorrow."

The old man nodded slowly.

The young man walked out the door, and the old man suddenly said: "Xiaoye."

"What."

"There is no ravine before the tiger's eyes."

"……Um."

Pei Ye returned to his room, went to the cabinet, moved away the clothes, and took out a sword box from the mezzanine.

Opening the buckle, a long sword lay inside.

This is not a precious sword, nor is it a divine sword, it is just a good sword.

This sword was the first prize he won at the Mid-Autumn Martial Arts Festival when he was fourteen years old. It was made solidly and toughly. The scabbard was made of rosewood wrapped in cowhide. The hilt was wrapped with fine red rope. The hundred-forged sword body looked like something in the sunlight.

The sparkling river surface, every detail is well taken care of.

Pei Ye couldn't bear to wear it out and never used it for sword practice. It had been almost two years since the sword had been out of the courtyard.

When he took it out of the box, the tassel hanging from the sword's head brushed against the back of his hand, and Pei Ye paused for a moment.

The tassel was made of green silk and was very delicate. It was also embellished with a small white jade pillar. Pei Ye knew that there were sixteen small characters engraved on it, which was "To feel your kindness, the heart is hidden in the jade; the crane bone and bamboo will not fall into the blue clouds"

"You have to get close to your eyes to see it clearly.

Lin Jue made this for him on his birthday the year before last with great effort. At that time, the Dantianzhong had just been injured, and the girl often came to carefully comfort and encourage him. At that time, the tassel was very suitable after being hung on the sword.

They were all very happy. In order to prove that he had not given up on himself, Pei Ye performed the swordsmanship taught by Grandpa Yue on the spot. Although it was in vain, it was indeed sharp and unrestrained enough. The girl's face turned red with excitement.

If he really wanted to fight an enemy at this time, the sword spike would inevitably be a bit delayed. Pei Ye gently untied it and put it away properly.

He rummaged through the wardrobe again and put on a clean outfit, his straw sandals were replaced with boots, he held his sword in his hand, and rolled the wine and medicine into a package.
Chapter completed!