I am your natural enemy

The letter Wen Yan got was considered a relatively important piece of evidence.

The material of the letter paper, handwriting, pen and ink material, envelope material, possible skin flakes, fingerprints, drops of blood, etc.

These are all clues and evidence.

It's a pity that it's not for printing. Otherwise, it wouldn't be too difficult to first identify the brand and model of printer.

Handwritten documents may be safer than printed documents without comparison materials.

It's just that the psychology is completely different. Wen Yan can tell that the person who left the letter is very confident that the letter will only be in Luoyu Xiaoyuan and will not stray outside.

At the same time, the other party must have completely believed that Rain Master was still alive, so he dared to do this.

I left a letter, somewhat overwhelmed by joy.

At least that's how Wen Yan feels.

Originally, I asked Feng Wei to give it away, and then Feng Wei should go back. If he doesn't go back, he will continue to join in the fun. The main content of today's Luotian Dajiao is the Sutra of Saviors. Such a large-scale ritual, they can't handle it well. They were both sent away.

But after listening to Feng Yao's call, Wen Yan always felt that something was not right about Feng Yao's condition, so he thought about it and went over to take a look and leave a few candies for Feng Yao.

Feng Yao felt something was wrong, so he took one first. At least he wouldn't die suddenly without having time to save him.

Taking advantage of Mingtu and the Rakshasa Ghost Market, we arrived at the Lieyang Department of Yuzhou. As soon as Wen Yan entered the department, he saw the field staff who had been playing ghost animal ringtones with him before, and he came over in surprise.

"Brother Wen is here. Have you had breakfast?"

"morning."

"Brother Wen, can you sign your name?" The young field officer came over and couldn't help but beam.

Seeing Wen Yan's eyes, the young field officer immediately said.

"I understand, you can't sign casually. Brother Wen, just sign this. It would be better if you can sign with Yang Qi."

The young field worker immediately took off his coat, revealing a white T-shirt underneath, and pointed at his back.

Wen Yan was speechless.

"Why are you looking for my autograph? I'm just a little warrior..."

Seeing that the other person was so enthusiastic and had an "I understand" expression, Wen Yan didn't say anything. He stretched out a finger, with yang energy surging at his fingertips, and quickly wrote the word "Wen Yan" on a corner of the other person's back.

That word is invisible, but people who can sense Yang energy can sense it very clearly.

Young field workers can feel the Yang Qi reaction on their backs.

"Thank you, Brother Wen!"

"Is the Great Secret Feng here?"

"Here we are, Brother Wen, I'll take you there."

"It's in the office, right? Okay, I can just go there by myself. You can go about your business."

Wen Yan said goodbye to the young field officer and went there by himself. He brought the sign and his face, making the journey smooth.

On the way to the middle of the road, I saw an impressive office worker who I might have met before. When he entered the high floor, the other party checked his ID.

Wen Yan could tell that the way the other person looked at him was strange, as if he really didn't know him, or even knew him...

Wen Yan thought about it and asked. To be honest, this housekeeper said that it was the first time he had seen him and the first time he had heard of Wen Yan, an external expert.

Wen Yan nodded and said nothing more.

People from other places don't know him or have even heard of him. That's normal.

But in the Lieyang tribe of Yuzhou, unless they are newcomers who have just arrived recently, it is normal for them not to know him. If they have never heard of him, and if they are so unfamiliar that they have no impression of him at all, then it is abnormal.

Wen Yan probably knew what went wrong. It should be that when the Rain Master wanted to wipe him out directly, he erased a lot of things related to him.

For example, some people's impressions of him may have been erased.

This impact doesn't seem to be big at the moment. It's only today that Wen Yan has met the first person who doesn't remember him.

What remains is to wait and see what impact it will have, and we can’t be sure right now.

Wen Yan came to Feng Yao's office with his things. After knocking on the door and entering, he saw Feng Yao typing rapidly on the keyboard. He couldn't understand it even after taking a glance. He only knew that the picture should be writing some program.

"You are so busy, why do you still want to write your own program?"

"Uh..." Feng Yao was slightly startled. He didn't hide it at all. He was sure that Wen Yan couldn't understand it, but he didn't expect that Wen Yan's brain circuit was different from his.

He was still thinking about how to fool him, so he listened to Wen Yan.

"Oh, confidentiality reason, right?"

"Well, that's true."

Wen Yan took out a few candies from the bag and put them on the table.

"Keep it, you feel uncomfortable. Take one quickly. It's for life. I'll get it for you later when it expires.

You see, you have heavy dark circles, and your hair and face start to get oily early in the morning.

If you keep going through it like this, I'm afraid you'll catch cold before you can make it through.

When you are free later, go to the medical clinic near my home and let the doctor there treat you.

I will go to the headquarters later. When I see the head of the headquarters, I will help you talk to him.

Even if the minister is promoted too quickly and it is not in line with the rules, at least give him a promotion..."

Feng Yao was shocked and waved his hands quickly.

"Farewell, now the Secretary-General of the Nanwu County Branch has been promoted to deputy minister's job. If I get promoted further, I will have to learn martial arts."

Wen Yan reached out and patted Feng Yao on the shoulder, blessing him with yang energy.

If the Yang Qi is strong, the body will be strong and the spirit will be good. Even if it does not cure the root cause, it will still have some effect.

"Okay, then you take it easy. If you can't do it, just hire someone else to share the responsibility. There's no way to deal with things with a high level of confidentiality, but for ordinary things, we can always share the responsibility."

"So many things happened before, it's not easy to find reliable people now.

Do you still remember Huang Zhiji, the disciple of the Maoshan headmaster?"

"I remember. I heard that this guy was kicked down the mountain to train. The Maoshan headmaster went to participate in the Luotian Dajiao without taking him."

"He is now in Nanwu County. He took the initiative to help. This guy is a bit idealistic. After really working on the front line, he found What I have learned and understood from books are very different from the frontline. Now I am chasing cases every day, which is a great help. "

"It's normal. Those medical students who have just entered the hospital for internship will wonder every day, why they are diagnosed with this disease, but it is different from what they learned in school, and the treatment plan is also different. It will be fine in two years."

"This is a little different."

"What's the difference? When I am busy like a dog and my dark circles are heavier than yours, how can I have the energy to think about these things?"

"..." Feng Yao was speechless. Is this scolding him?

"Okay, I'll put the things here for you. Keep the candy yourself. If you feel like you are about to die suddenly, remember to eat one. It can ensure that you can be carried to the emergency room."

Wen Yan left the things and left with Feng Yao's laughter and scolding.

Feng Yao sent Wen Yan to the door of the office, then turned back, looked at the candy on the table, smiled, put it away and put it in his inner pocket.

Wen Yan even ran back from Qingcheng to give him things. He was really afraid that he would die.

Sitting in front of the computer again, he looked at the program he was working on and sighed.

Forget it. Anyway, the part of judging whether it is urgent in the automatic response program is not easy to do. Wen Yan looked for him most of the time because he really had something to do. It is better to put this part aside and do the part of sending messages automatically first. This is simpler. Just train the AI ​​and make sure it is like what he said.

Wen Yan left the Lieyang tribe of Yuzhou and quietly returned to Qingcheng Mountain.

When it was time to rest at noon, Qingxuzi looked at Wen Yan, feeling a little helpless.

"No one has ever participated in a ritual like you and run so many times in the middle."

"Can this be seen?"

"Of course it can be, you are one of the participants, and you have your own aura. Even if you stay here, it will accumulate more and more. If you run in the middle, it will be gone."

"Will this affect anything? Will it make you look too impetuous?" Wen Yan was really a little worried, after all, he came on behalf of Fuyu Mountain.

"No, this is to set the tone.

Set the tone for the period between the next Luotian Grand Ceremony.

The fact that the old Heavenly Master didn't come means that the old Heavenly Master has to guard the important places.

I am here to preside over it because the current version is the most favorable to ghosts.

You run around everywhere, and the tone is set.

You can't open the altar, but you have also done the most important thing, maintaining the legal system and rules.

The saints see this, and this is the tone you set on behalf of yourself and Fuyu Mountain.

Things related to these aspects will be strengthened to a certain extent before the next Luotian Grand Ceremony.

This is not only the most suitable benefit for one's own side, but also the corresponding responsibility.

Praying for blessings, leading the clear air to sink, and cleansing the turbid air are just the most macroscopic things.

I guess no one has told you these things, but there is no need to say them.

It's still the same as usual."

"I understand, thank you for your guidance." Wen Yan stood up and thanked him.

The fourth uncle had never told him these things, and he probably understood why. That was to let him have fewer shackles, not have any concerns, and follow his heart when doing things. He would do what he normally does.

Whatever he does and chooses, Fuyu Mountain will do it next.

The embarrassing thing about Fuyu Mountain before was the lack of successors. The most prominent person was Qin Kun, a pure warrior. In such an occasion, it was not appropriate to let Qin Kun, a pure warrior who had not been granted a talisman, represent Fuyu Mountain to participate.

This is not about whether Fuyu Mountain is willing or not, but in such an occasion, as a Taoist sect, you must respect yourself first and also respect other sects.

In the past, if the great uncle did not come, the fourth uncle must come.

This time, when Wen Yan came, no one could say anything wrong. Not only was Wen Yan the contemporary Lieyang, but the most important reason for his many achievements was actually because Wen Yan was the only one of his peers who had a heaven-granted talisman.

In the discourse power of the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, the one who has been granted the treasure scroll by heaven is at least two levels higher than the ordinary Taoist priests who have been granted the scroll.

Not to mention that Wen Yan not only has the treasure scroll granted by heaven, but also personally promoted the appearance of the goddess scroll of understanding the evil spirit, which greatly reduced the huge disadvantage of everyone for the water system.

This kind of achievement may seem a bit arrogant if it is brought up in other places, but in this occasion, when the Three Mountains and Five Peaks hold a meeting, Wen Yan must sit in the first row.

Wen Yan is not deeply involved in these things and may not understand these ways, but other Taoist priests who understand will naturally instruct Wen Yan on what to do.

Qingxuzi knew from Wen Yan's performance that Fuyu Mountain probably didn't explain anything. He was afraid that Wen Yan would feel that coming to participate was just like being a bystander and fooling around. Today, he specifically told Wen Yan that you are not here to be a bystander.

After all, Wen Yan is now half a Qingcheng person. As the head of Qingcheng, Qingxuzi feels that he has some obligation to guide him.

Seeing that Wen Yan was still receptive and accepted advice humbly, Qingxuzi felt much more relieved.

"If you have nothing to do, read more books. I have more for you after you finish reading."

Wen Yan was a little scared by Qingxuzi's stare, and finally he could only take out the book given by Qingxuzi and sit under the eaves to read.

After reading a few paragraphs, the simple and easy to understand things, plus he had enough dealings with ghosts, he was able to slowly get into it.

Qingxuzi saw that Wen Yan seemed to really get into it and was fascinated by it, and he left with satisfaction.

After returning to the ancestral hall, Qingxuzi hurriedly burned incense for his own ancestor.

He couldn't help but imagine in his heart that Wen Yan was half a Qingcheng disciple, and his son in the future would be a natural Qingcheng disciple. If he could also be brought to Qingcheng...

Thinking about the terrible talent that he couldn't understand at all, he had a spiritual foundation in the full moon.

He can now think about where his spiritual position will be placed in the future, and see which ancestor he can cut in line in front of, so that other ancestors can move their positions.

Qingxuzi lit incense, silently chanted to calm his mind, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and then looked at the tablets of the ancestors of Qingcheng. He thought to himself, the ancestors would not mind his wild thoughts here.

On Qingcheng Mountain, Taoist music was playing, and the Taoist priests were also chanting scriptures and praying for blessings.

Wen Yan sat under the eaves of a hall, reading a book fascinated. He stretched out his hand without raising his head and gently waved it at the sky. Then he saw the floating clouds in the sky, gently floating by, covering part of the dazzling sunlight.

Everything was natural, very harmonious and warm.

In the distance, the head of Maoshan looked at it from a distance, smiling and with approval in his eyes.

He thought to himself, Qingxuzi, an old liar who has been cheating in the mountains for many years, is really shameless!

Why didn't I think of it!

…

In the rainy courtyard, in the dark corner of the wall, the thing that looked like a broken leg of an arthropod, after fusing with eight broken eyeballs, kept changing. In the cavity of the broken leg, a thing that looked like a Lycoris flower, but the color seemed to be soaked with blood, fell out.

The broken leg merged with the mucus and broken eyes, and kept changing, gradually turning into an eight-eyed black spider without hair on its legs.

However, its size at this moment was many times smaller than its state in the old dream world, only more than one foot in size.

It lay there quietly, hiding in the shadows, like a hunter waiting for prey to enter the net, waiting for the opportunity.

After waiting for a day, the door was finally opened again.

The flower-haired man pushed the door open, stood outside the door and looked, and saw that the letter that was put in had disappeared. The flower-haired man immediately smiled, slowly closed the door, and turned to leave.

What he didn't notice was that when he closed the door, in the shadow of the door, a black spider more than one foot in size had walked out of the door as the shadow changed.

The flowery-haired man didn't notice it at all. Even if he sensed something, he would only attribute it to the special nature of this place, which was inherently dangerous.

And this step of opening the door helped the black spider survive a catastrophe.

When Wen Yan came, it didn't even dare to let the power come over. The little power it threw over was in the state of a corpse, without any consciousness.

When the flowery-haired man disappeared, the black spider appeared in the shadow outside the door.

It felt that it was only one step away from ascending and completing the transition.

Someone could do it before, and it could do it too.

This was the experience it had gained after dying several times and paying a huge price.

And the most important prop among them was the bloody Lycoris flower.

This kind of thing that grows on the edge of the ancient dream, it had never looked at it before, and it didn't expect that this thing would have such a great effect.

The black spider held the Lycoris flower in its mouth and lay on the edge of the mist. It stretched out its two forelimbs, grabbed the bloody Lycoris flower, and gently turned it, and the petals fell off and drifted into the mist and disappeared.

It held the flower stalk in its mouth, just like holding one end of a large net, waiting for the fluctuations at the other end.

Petals floated into the mist and drifted in all directions.

Some fell into the illusory area where the old dream and the present world meet, and some fell into some old dreams.

Some, after falling out, glowed with blood-red brilliance and fell into the present world.

The invisible brilliance fell from the old dream, fell into the dreams of some people, and fell into those people.

One of them might be the signpost for the black spider to complete its ascension.

The black spider caught one of them, put the flower stalk under its feet, greedily followed the guidance of the spider silk, and rushed into the mist.

On the streets of Haidai County, a car was accelerating, and the driver in the car stepped on the accelerator while cursing angrily. With a bang, the two cars rolled together on the highway.

In the car, the driver was lying on the airbag, his face covered in blood, his body twitching. He saw a black spider that was more than a foot long crawling out from the rearview mirror.

But after the black spider appeared, it let out a shrill scream, and its body seemed to be scraped layer by layer by an invisible blade.

The black spider screamed and retreated.

Between heaven and earth, the clear air that ordinary people cannot see or sense is falling continuously, cleansing the turbid air between heaven and earth.

The black spider was cut off half of its body on the spot.

Back in front of the door of the rainy courtyard, the black spider's eight eyes became seven, and its body shrank a little.

It lay there motionless, quietly waiting to recover, and then make the next attempt.

...

Yuzhou.

Even though he has acquired some special abilities and seems to have a special sensitivity to door locks and keys, Ji Youli still goes to work step by step.

When working in the door factory, there are many scraps when making doors, which can be used for him to practice. Even if they are scrapped, they are also treated as scraps.

Today he went to work normally and completed half a day's work. At lunch, his apprentice came to him quietly.

"Master, I'm leaving. I don't want to do this anymore."

"Ah, why don't you do this? You are very talented and learn things quickly.

I have told the above twice that your current level is definitely enough to make doors by yourself.

The salary will be at least doubled by then.

Is there something wrong? Do you want to leave suddenly?"

"Nothing."

Hearing this, Ji Youli hurriedly persuaded him again with a serious tone.

"I know this job is hard. Even if you don't want to do it anymore, you should stick with it for another month.

Now is the peak season for orders. This month is better than the three months after the Chinese New Year.

You should make some money first and practice more. Even if you don't want to do this, you can do other things when your welding skills are high.

Did the boss not find you?"

Listening to Ji Youli's words, the apprentice who looked like he might not even be 20 years old, the gloom on his face instantly dissipated, and he raised the tea in the cup.

"The boss also found me. He planned to keep me and let me start my own business, but he would fire the master after the Chinese New Year.

That idiot knows nothing. I won't fall for his tricks.

Master, you should have made plans early. There is no future in following such an idiot.

In the peak season, he begged for help to recruit a master, and in the off-season, he complained about the high salary."