"Then what kind of ritual does the old Taoist priest use if he falls asleep?"

"Wait a minute, let me ask!"

After dozens of seconds of silence, the old Taoist priest's voice also sounded.

"If I fall into a deep sleep, all I need to do to wake up is a Taoist priest."

"Ding, Sister Tianshan joins the group chat!"

"It's not complicated here. As long as there are lotus collectors who are willing to worship, they can also wake up from their deep sleep."ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"My prince is here!"

"It's more troublesome for me here. I need a herb collector to refine the medicine. Only through the fragrance of the medicine can I wake up."

A group of mountain gods quickly joined the group chat relying on the telephone stone produced by Lao Bai.

Zhang Bei immediately scratched his hair after hearing the different recovery methods of the Mountain God.

"Which of you knows about the old monk's ritual?"

The original conversation suddenly became quiet, and only the voice of the old Taoist priest sounded after the silence.

"I remember a little bit, and it seems to be related to that group of lamas."

Just this sentence made Zhang Bei feel like his teeth hurt.

What does this make him do?

The problem of charging is not difficult for him, but is there any point in charging alone?

The ecology of Tibetan areas cannot be restored even if the phone is not turned on.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning seemed to flash across Zhang Bei's brain.

The dzi bead in the cabinet suddenly appeared.

Damn it, this bald ass should know something, right?

There has never been a moment when Zhang Bei felt that his IQ was so inadequate.

I even want to take some money to top it up.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Bei fumbled for his phone and called the person who borrowed the knife directly.

"Zhang Bituou?"

"Well, can you help me take a look at the Qi in the Tibetan area now?"

Although Zhang Bei doesn't know much about the credit knife people, he still knows a little about their heritage.

Generally speaking, it can be divided into two parts. One is stargazing, inferring what you want to know through the trajectories of the stars.

The other part is to observe Qi. According to them, everything in the world has Qi.

Even if you die, you will be filled with the aura of death.

Through the movement trajectories of these qi, we can roughly determine whether something big has happened.

Kinmen cannot be counted as a Tibetan area. If they were really allowed to count, it is estimated that the only way to avoid backlash is to find the national jade seal.

After thinking about it, only the Qi-gazing method of the person who borrows the knife is most suitable for the current situation.

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment, and then only a long sigh was heard.

"Forget it, let me do it. Those two are so poisoned by the purple energy that they can't even get out of bed."

"Lao Qi, are you sure?"

"It's okay. It's just a Tibetan area. I'll be fine."

There was a brief exchange of sounds, and then the sound of a lot of pots and pans being moved was heard.

After five full minutes, a sudden exclamation came from the other side of the phone.

"Fuck, eyes, eyes!"

"You blinded me!"

"I can go beep beep beep!"

"Death, death!"

…

After experiencing chaos, a slightly complicated voice sounded again.

"Zhang Boutou, what exactly do you want us to see?"

"First tell me what you saw?"

"The golden aura fills the air, and it's like seeing a god. It's estimated that Lao Qi's eyes won't recover for a month."

"Enough!"

Zhang Bei hung up the phone and felt a lot more relaxed.

To deal with the Riddler, you should use the Riddler.

The call he made today was undoubtedly the one who chose to accept the knife on credit.

Although it is said to be a reclusive sect, it has not done anything harmful to nature in recent years.

Moreover, during the famine years, knife creditors also saved many people.

Their joining will not have much impact on the status quo, and will increase his influence in some aspects.

For example, Zhang Bei had been looking for the reclusive descendants of Guigu for a long time but could not find them. However, he still had some hope with the help of the swordsman on credit.

At this moment, the living Buddha holding the wooden fish suddenly opened his eyes and glanced in the northeast direction.

"Zhi, have you chosen the ascetic?"

"The living Buddha has been chosen."

"Let them prepare, the Holy Son will come to the Holy Mountain soon."

"yes!"

The young monk standing at the door put his hands together, bowed to the living Buddha and then exited the room.

The Living Buddha had a smile on his lips and closed his eyes again.

The muttering sounded loudly. If the lamas heard it, they would think that the living Buddha was chanting scriptures.

But in fact, he was mumbling words in Tibetan that others could not understand.

"Use my dzi beads for divination. I already owe you the cause and effect. It's unreasonable to not let us get in the car this time!"

…

Zhang Bei was naturally unaware of the Riddler's behavior, but with the credit card man's comments, he no longer had to think about how to wake up the old monk.

I believe that the Living Buddha has prepared everything and is now just waiting for others to go to Tibet.

A group of mountain gods were left chatting, and Zhang Bei whistled all the way towards home.

While on the road, Zhang Bei thought about what he wanted to solve next.

The two Tibetan Mastiffs were left at the zoo, and he will go there again later when he starts to remember people.

Besides that, there is the issue of tomb robbing on Colin’s side.

But if he doesn't show up, there won't be any problems if so many people from Jiuliu cooperate.

Even if external forces really intervene, the worst case scenario would be for the Wu'an descendants to take action.

That guy has been holding back since returning to China!

After driving back home, Zhang Bei smoothed over the next steps.

I picked up my phone and booked a ticket to Beijing tomorrow, then sat on the sofa and thought about my trip to Beijing.

The main purpose of my trip this time was to visit Master Qi. He had transferred so many people from Jiuliu at once, so he should visit the contact person anyway.

Although Master Qi will definitely not mind these trivial matters, there are many people who are jealous of his current fame.

These avoidable troubles must be avoided, otherwise he would not be able to reach this point.

After thinking carefully for a moment, Zhang Bei silently took out a large bag of kidney essence tea from the cabinet.

Then he went into the cellar and took out two bottles of wine, and then he finished preparing the gift.

Mr. Qi has a strange personality, and nothing like old wild ginseng is attractive to him.

Only kidney meridian tea and Zhang Bei's special medicinal wine can arouse his interest.

Especially this medicinal wine, ever since it was discovered by Master Qi, Zhang Bei felt like he had met a bandit.

Although this medicinal wine is not a precious thing, the production process is extremely troublesome.

Ordinary medicinal wine only needs to be soaked in aged wine and medicinal materials in order.

But the one that Qi Ye likes is not old wine, but new wine made from ten years of koji.

There are a total of forty-eight kinds of other medicinal materials, large and small.

Every once in a while, a kind of medicinal material is put in. After an eighty-day process, it is stored for more than a year before it is completely formed.
Chapter completed!