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"How is it? Have you got the medicine?"

When Luo Feng and Xiao Daotong walked out of the pharmacy, he found that Yan Xiu's face had returned to normal. It seemed that she had made some decisions in her heart.

Luo Feng looked back at the pharmacy where the door was closed by the Taoist boy, then shook his head and whispered: "No, I said I can't afford the price."

"What does he want? Maybe I can think of a solution for you." Yan Xiu was not surprised by his answer and said without hesitation.

"I want to know what he wants..." Luo Feng sighed lightly and smiled at Yan Xiu with a complicated expression. "The problem is that he didn't say what he wanted at all. No matter how I asked, I just said that I couldn't afford the price, and then I was politely sent out."

"How could this happen?" Yan Xiu was puzzled and frowned and said, "The owner of Miaoyingfang has always asked others to abide by the rules, and of course he himself is very good at following the rules. Generally speaking, even if you make a whimsical request, he will first quote you a price."

Hearing her words, Luo Feng looked at the little Taoist boy standing next to him without saying a word.

Yan Xiu understood something when he saw his reaction. He also looked at the Taoist boy and walked up. He reached out and held Luo Feng's cheek with both hands and pressed his forehead against his.

Luo Feng felt a flash in front of him, and the scarlet vision that was slowly becoming familiar to him returned to him.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, but he didn't make any unnecessary attempts. He said to the little Taoist boy around him: "Please send me out."

The little Taoist boy bowed and walked to the front to lead the way.

While following the footsteps of the little Taoist boy, Luo Feng took out the half of the incense stick that Taoist Zhang had just thrown to him from his backpack.

Can a stick of incense be considered a medicine? This question itself is a bit strange. However, when Luo Feng thought of the various things that happened to him recently, he didn't have much doubt in his heart.

To be honest, Luo Feng felt the first time after seeing this so-called "returning home" in Taoist Zhang, that he thought that this half of the incense had gone through too long and had become bad and moldy in the sea.

He could clearly see that the half of the incense was covered with a little bit of "stain", which were of different sizes and was really not very good.

It was only after Luo Feng looked carefully that he realized that the "mold spots" he thought were not mold spots, but traces after trace.

These patterns seem to have been born on this back home, and are shaped like drops of tears.

The Vietnamese bird lives south, the fox dies in the hill, and the road to return home leads...

Luo Feng held the half of the incense stick in his hand thoughtfully, then took a deep breath, waved his hand to summon the game backpack, and temporarily led his home in.

Now is not a good time for him to study this thing, not to mention that the fox ghost who had been making some noise when he helped him find the bronze ghost face before did not react particularly after he got the homecoming guide. It is still unknown whether this thing is useful to him, so I can only wait and talk about it later.

Following the little Taoist boy, Luo Feng returned to the previous lobby.

Fan Wuqing and the others are no longer visible. It seems that they have gone somewhere else, or have left the Rakshasa Sea.

"By the way, senior brother."

Luo Feng, who was a little excited, wanted to say goodbye directly, but after he was sent to the door, the little Taoist boy who was about to close the door blinked and suddenly said to him: "Master, maybe I forgot to say it just now. In addition to returning home, if this return home leads the way, if used with the rumored rhinoceros incense, it can also attract the dead souls."

Luo Feng was stunned when he heard this and subconsciously asked: "Recruit the dead?"

"Yeah!" The little Taoist boy seemed to be solemnly noticing his head, "But senior brother, you only have half a stick of incense left on your hand now, I'm afraid you can only recruit half of it back then... Oh, the Buddhist scripture in your hand, the little Taoist always feels ominous. Senior brother may have to go to the Simu Pavilion in the city to take a look."

"Simu Pavilion?"

Facing Luo Feng's puzzled look, the little Taoist stopped talking and just smiled but said nothing. After saluting Luo Feng again, he slowly closed the vermilion gate of Miaoyingfang.

Luo Feng looked up at the plaque on the door, frowned, pondered for a moment and asked, "What do you think?"

"My business has been completed, and it is up to you to decide what to do next." Yan Xiu responded softly in his mind, "But I think it's worth visiting. I have never heard of the place name Simu Pavilion."

Luo Feng nodded slightly, then turned around and left. Then as soon as his steps moved, he looked back inexplicably.

"strangeness……"

"What's strange?"

"There are only two people in Miaoyingfang. Logically speaking, that little Taoist priest should have a formal name or Taoist name. Why did I even see Taoist priest Zhang's name but I couldn't see his name?"

...

After sending Luo Feng out, Xiaodaotong closed the gate of the pharmacy and turned around and walked in one direction.

Every step he took, wearing ten-sided shoes, the surrounding environment changed accordingly. Ancient houses, Taoist temples, palaces, and even grave cemeteries that suddenly turned into moonlit nights... His little face still had not changed his expression, and he walked calmly back to the room with the plaque of "pharmacy" hanging.

He stood in front of the closed door with his hands behind his back, looked down and saw that on the ground in front of the door, a pool of shocking blood flowed out of the crack of the door.

“It’s really interesting…”

He laughed softly, raised his hand and pushed open the door, and walked in without any worries.

Strangely, when he walked into the room, the blood that should have spread all over the ground disappeared, and everything he saw was clean, with only a faint fragrance of medicine in the air... and the smell of yellow paper and cinnabar being burned.

The little Taoist looked at the little Taoist intently. On the wooden couch where Taoist Zhang was sitting upright, there was a figure in white clothes better than snow sitting cross-legged.

He held a strange paper man made of yellow paper and cinnabar in his hand, and reached into the candlelight to burn. The swaying fire made the corners of his mouth rise silently, and also reflected his deep eyes colder.

"You doctor is really unkind. When the patients come to you, you just cut such a thing to perfunctorily treat them?"

"I wonder what you are doing?" the little Taoist boy asked him without changing his expression.

The figure on the couch looked up at him, but suddenly showed a charming smile on his face and said softly: "Come to your pharmacy, of course, I am looking for medicine."

"What medicine should I ask for?"

"The medicine to bring back the dead."

The little Taoist boy said indifferently: "This medicine requires a medicine to attract."

"What medicine?"

"The complete soul of the relatives of the deceased is needed, and the quality of this soul must be at least above the level of the Great Ghost."

"good!"
Chapter completed!