Money in the heavens

Was this magic skill taught by his so-called adoptive father?

Is Duan Rui's "schizophrenia" related to this?

Is his adoptive father really crazy or just pretending to be crazy?

Putting down all the questions, looking at Duan Rui's aggrieved and stubborn eyes, and looking at Huang Huafeng's excitement to take revenge, Meng Qi said in a deep voice:

"The murderer is Duan Rui, and not Duan Rui."

"Ah?" Including Duan Rui himself, everyone looked puzzled.

Meng Qi explained:

"I suspect Duan Rui suffers from soul separation, or the legendary double soul in one body. The one who killed the leader of your sect was another him hidden in Duan Rui's body."

There are cases of soul separation and double soul in one body in this world. Meng Qi doesn't need to say much. Wang the captain, Sha Wanhao and others can understand what he means.

"Really?"

Huang Huafeng said with a complicated expression:

"But even if you suffer from soul separation, you still have to pay with your life for killing people!"

"What soul separation?"

Duan Rui was puzzled.

Meng Qi thought for a moment and said:

"It means that there is an evil demon hidden in your body. It will occasionally control you and make you do things you don't want to do normally. When you wake up, you can't remember what you have done. Think carefully, have you ever encountered a similar situation, with inexplicable changes around you?"

Duan Rui's symptoms are relatively mild. If the two souls or two personalities can talk and communicate freely, they are patients with advanced and severe diseases, such as Gu Xiaosang.

Duan Rui's face changed drastically, and he was silent for a long time before saying:

"Yes, when I was a beggar, if someone bullied me, their bodies could be found nearby the next day..."

"Mr. Su, Mr. Su, save me, I don't want to be controlled by the evil demon!"

He begged bitterly.

No one else interrupted, only Huang Huafeng said anxiously:

"Young Master Su, if you kill someone, you must pay for your life. My father cannot die in vain!"

Duan Rui turned his head and looked at Huang Huafeng:

"Fifth Senior Brother, regardless of whether it is controlled by the evil demon, since this matter is caused by me, I must take responsibility. After the evil demon is eliminated and normal is restored, you can do whatever you want."

He had a simple idea and did not want to die with the evil demon, fearing that he would be entangled in the next life.

Huang Huafeng, Xiao Liang and others fell silent and hesitated. Revenge was indeed refreshing, but if Duan Rui was allowed to make meritorious service and add such a powerful thug, it seemed more valuable to the sect...

"Let's talk about it after the evil demon is eliminated. If it can't be eliminated, kill it all at once."

Huang Huafeng gritted his teeth and said:

"By the way, we have to invite a famous doctor to confirm that it is really soul separation disease."

It can't be that "Crazy Knife" Su Meng says whatever it is, right?

Captain Wang stepped forward:

"Young Master Su, Duan Rui is carrying an 'evil spirit' and is extremely dangerous. He cannot be allowed to move around and must be detained in prison. If you want to try to treat him, you can go to the prison."

"Okay."

Meng Qi didn't know how to treat the soul separation syndrome. He just wanted to find a quiet place to interrogate Duan Rui to see if he was practicing the "Yi Jin Jing" and where his magic power came from.

Duan Rui looked dazed and had no objection to this treatment.

Looking at Meng Qi's expression, Qi Zhengyan also guessed what Meng Qi was thinking, and then sent a voice transmission:

"Junior Brother Meng, your great freedom and invincible magic power of subduing demons has the ability to subdue his heart, and may be able to help Duan Rui recover!"

Meng Qi nodded thoughtfully.

The dungeon of the six doors here has three floors. The lower you go, the colder it is, and the prisoners are getting more and more dangerous, including big thieves and murderous demons.

When Meng Qi, Qi Zhengyan, Duan Rui, Captain Wang and the jailer stepped into the third floor, they immediately felt a series of gazes sweeping over them, all of which had a sense of substance, and were obviously very powerful.

"Mr. Wang, I am like your mother. If you have the ability, let me go and fight me openly. What's the point of conspiracy and ambush?" A rough voice cursed, full of resentment and excitement, causing the fine steel chain to rattle and the special iron bars to shake.

Captain Wang's face remained unchanged, and he ordered the jailer: "Starve him for three days."

Turning around, he introduced Meng Qi: "This is the lone thief Yuchi Gong, whose martial arts are extraordinary. We spent a lot of effort to make him fall here, and we plan to escort him to Beijing after the new year."

He was quite proud of this matter. Being able to catch a lone thief who had committed crimes repeatedly but had not been caught was enough to prove his ability. As for how he was caught, what did it matter? I've never heard that the captain of the police pays attention to the way he arrests prisoners!

Yuchi Gong's voice was loud and clear, shaking the entire third floor, causing dust to fall from the sky. He was eight feet tall and had knotty muscles. Even though his scapula was pierced, his tendons in his hands and feet were picked, and his acupuncture points were sealed, he was still arrogant and malicious: "Wang, you eagle claws and dog legs, if you let me escape, I will kill your whole family, like your mother!"

Captain Wang ignored him and ordered the prisoner again: "Three days are not enough, keep him hungry until he has no strength to speak, if it doesn't work, whip him eighty times."

Yuchi Gong's roar suppressed the clamor of other prisoners, just like the prison bully on this floor.

The prisoner nodded repeatedly, and after arriving at an empty cell, he took out the key, opened the iron door, and locked Duan Rui's hands and feet with fine steel chains.

"It will take about three hours to add acupuncture points." Meng Qi reminded.

Captain Wang didn't want to be in the cold, damp and noisy environment, so he agreed and left. The jailer bowed and said, "Master Su, I won't hinder your interrogation. If you have any instructions, you can find me at the entrance to the third floor. You can also shout loudly."

When Yuchi Gong saw Wang Captou and the two leaving, he immediately changed his target, pointed at Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan and cursed: "Two young boys, still imitating others' torture? Judging from the way you are dressed, you are either a member of a noble family or a sect." Disciple, you can rely on the shadow of your ancestors to please the eagle's claws and the dog's legs."

"Actually, hey, the skills under my command are as sparse as they are. If I were not imprisoned and met you on the road, I would definitely beat you up. If you still have women with you, I won't be polite to enjoy them. It's up to you. Mother, come into your mother’s arms!”

He was full of foul language and tried to provoke Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan into doing irrational things, such as opening the cell and beating themselves, so as to find a chance to escape.

Meng Qi looked at him with a smile and said nothing, just watching quietly.

Suddenly, Yu Chigong, who was cursing, heard a strong heartbeat.

Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, the sound has a strange rhythm, as if it resonates deep in the soul and can resonate.

"What are you looking at? You can do it if you can?" Yu Chigong continued to curse.

Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, the sound of heartbeat became clearer and clearer. Yu Chigong felt that his heart was beating with this rhythm. Meng Qi opposite him still smiled and said nothing.

"As timid as a mouse, with a fat head and a pink face, he looks like a butt-selling kid at first glance..." Dong Dong Dong, Dong Dong Dong, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. Yu Chigong felt blood welling up, his head was swollen, and he couldn't continue talking.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, the beating of his heart was beyond Yu Chigong's endurance. His head was dizzy, his eyes were filled with blood, and he felt that his heart would explode at any time.

He took a few steps back and sat down suddenly. His face was bloodshot and he was breathing heavily. He was extremely embarrassed and felt like he would die at any time.

The kid in front of me is so weird!

It's like an evil ghost!

What kind of skill is this?

"Senior Brother Qi, please watch the door for me." Meng Qi returned his heartbeat to normal and said with a leisurely smile.

He had read a martial arts novel before. There was a demon who could use his own heartbeat to control the heartbeats of others, causing them to die inexplicably. It was very cool, so he took advantage of the three-month retreat to ask Ruan Yushu for advice. ——The first time Ruan Yushu showed his strength was to use the sound of the piano to control the heartbeats of others. Therefore, Meng Qi had already had this idea, but due to lack of strength or lack of time, he was unable to ask for advice.

Without involving the specific sound of the piano, Ruan Yushu generously told the techniques and methods. Meng Qi also practiced the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills and had extremely strong control over every part of his body, including the heart, so he finally copied a similar method. It's not a particularly powerful method, but it can be used when assassinating or scaring people. The main purpose is to relax and entertain yourself.

Qi Zhengyan nodded and said through a message:

"There is no doubt that what Duan Rui has mastered is the Yi Jin Jing. You should consider this matter carefully!"

Meng Qi nodded.

Qi Zhengyan still had that dead face and nodded gently: "Okay."

He held the dragon-patterned red gold sword and looked at the cells around him.

All the prisoners around him fell silent. Yu Chigong, who was one of the strongest and most unruly among the others, was in such an awkward situation. Even though the other party did not take action and just watched quietly, he was in such an awkward situation. It’s better to keep a low profile!

What kind of weird trick is this?

He actually took care of Yuchi Gong without moving or saying a word!

In complete silence, Meng Qi stepped into the cell and stood in front of Duan Rui:

"If you want to cure the Soul Leaving Syndrome, you have to figure out the future."

After Qi Zhengyan's reminder, Meng Qi had already figured out how to cure Duan Rui's Leap of Soul Syndrome. At the same time, he also recalled that he thought that the sweeping monk of the Shaolin Temple had used a method similar to degree conversion to steal two Shaolin students. He was rescued by a master who became possessed by martial arts. Is this the characteristic of Shaolin Temple's martial arts? If it is not a true inheritance, it is easy for him to become possessed.

Duan Rui didn't know what Meng Qi was thinking, but said with expectation:

"Master Su, feel free to ask questions."

Meng Qi first went around in circles and asked, "When was the first time you felt the signs of Soul Leaving Syndrome?"

Duan Rui thought about it carefully: "It should have been shortly after his adoptive father went crazy and left and became a beggar. It shouldn't have been serious at first, because he was bullied many times before there was 'evil revenge'."

"Where did your adoptive father come from?" Meng Qi asked.

Duan Rui said blankly: "A foster father is a foster father."

"When did you meet your adoptive father?" Meng Qi asked clearly.

Only then did Duan Rui understand what it meant: "About ten days before the monster got out of control, I found an injured old man in a hidden place outside the village. I bandaged him and stopped the bleeding. After he woke up, he didn't want to see outsiders. , and hid in a nearby cave. Here, I often went to deliver yams to him and listened to his anecdotes about the world, which made me very happy. Later, after he recovered from his injuries and thanked him for saving his life, he adopted me as his adopted son and taught me a set of exercises to strengthen his body. He has always been very kind to me, like his own child.”

Well, Duan Rui really doesn't have the strength to go deep into the back mountain. If he learned the "Yi Jin Jing", someone must have brought it out. Could his adoptive father be a giant and strong man who practiced poisonous skills in the poison pond in the back mountain? It seems that it is not that simple for the monster to lose control... Meng Qi remained calm and continued to ask: "What are the characteristics of your adoptive father?"

"My adoptive father has very light eyebrows and a thin face. He is about forty or fifty years old, and his hair is messy..." Duan Rui described in detail.

Without obvious features, Meng Qi couldn't outline his appearance or guess his identity just by describing him in words, so he asked instead: "Besides, your adoptive father also taught you other kung fu. Nothing else?"

"No." Duan Rui replied affirmatively.

Meng Qi frowned and said, "Does your godfather practice that set of physical fitness exercises?"

"Yes, he practices it every night." Duan Rui answered affirmatively.

Meng Qi took a breath and said, "Did your godfather go crazy later?"

Duan Rui's eyes froze, and his expression was full of shock. His godfather who practiced physical fitness exercises went crazy, and he also suffered from soul separation syndrome and was close to going crazy. Could it be caused by it?

Although there were only two samples and it was impossible to make a judgment, Meng Qi still went with the flow and said, "It seems that the cause of soul separation syndrome should be related to this set of physical fitness exercises. You have to stop temporarily and see if there is any impact."

"Well, I will do it." Duan Rui answered quickly. He was relieved to find the source.

Meng Qi pondered for a while and said, "If you want to cure soul separation syndrome, you probably have to start with this set of exercises. Why don't you practice it once and let me see if there is any problem?"

He was very curious about this. Isn't it Yi Jin Jing? Shaolin Temple has been established for so many years, and there are countless monks who practice Yijinjing, but no one has ever heard of anyone being possessed by a demon or going crazy.

Duan Rui was anxious to cure his illness, and it was just a set of ordinary kung fu to strengthen his body, so he didn't keep it secret. He lay down, curled up, put his hands on his lower abdomen, and pressed his legs against his chest. His posture was weird, and his breathing slowly became long.

Meng Qi's spirit was outgoing, his mind was clear, and he vaguely reflected the flow trajectory of Duan Rui's true qi, observing its changes and peeping into its core.

"It's like Buddhist Zen..." Meng Qi tried hard to remember the running route and the speed of the true qi, and Duan Rui had no idea of ​​hiding it.

After practicing a week, Duan Rui changed his posture, and finally made a total of nine, all of which were weird and strange, and the more he practiced, the weirder it felt to Meng Qi, as if it was becoming more and more incomplete and more and more sinister.

Huh... Duan Rui exhaled and looked at Meng Qi eagerly: "Mr. Su, my godfather said that the order of posture training cannot be wrong, otherwise it will go astray. Could it be that the order he thought was right is wrong?"

"It's possible. Repeat the Qi flow route of the posture in words again." Meng Qi wanted to verify what he sensed, and this could also show whether Duan Rui was lying.

Duan Rui answered honestly, which was consistent with the trajectory of the true Qi reflected by Meng Qi.

He asked a few questions from time to time, and Duan Rui answered fluently, which was consistent with the state of training, and it didn't seem like he was lying.

Neither of them thought that Qi Zhengyan, who was watching at the door at this moment, had already reproduced these nine movements in the bronze bell in his body, and was deducing the correct order. If Qi Zhengyan was given some time, he would be able to deduce the correct speed of training.

This was because Qi Zhengyan's own realm was not enough, and the accumulated wisdom was insufficient. If it were Shang Yi, he would have been confident that he could deduce the Yijinjing of Qi accumulation, opening or even the external scene in the near future.

After Meng Qi memorized the nine postures, he said:

"These nine postures are extraordinary when viewed alone, but if they are practiced together, they will feel incomplete and mysterious, so it may be a problem of order. You should stop practicing for the time being and forget it."

Then, Meng Qi flipped his right hand, and the Thunder Blade appeared in his hand, which surprised Duan Rui.

"Mr. Su, what is this?"

Meng Qi smiled and said:

"Don't worry, although you have soul separation syndrome, you are indeed not evil, or you regard yourself as yang and the evil as yin, yin and yang are originally from the same root!"

As he spoke, he swung the knife, and the jumping silver-white little snake converged. Meng Qi slashed at the void with a knife, and the sound of the wind disappeared. The knife seemed to be hard and soft, like yin and yang, as if it was constantly transforming, yin and yang are mutually rooted and difficult to distinguish from each other.

Yin and yang are three combined, what is the origin and what is the transformation?

The long knife fell, and at the last moment, it turned yin into yang and soft into hard, shaking the room and causing a puff of dust to fall from the roof.

"Yin and Yang are mutually rooted, and have always been one, and cannot be completely separated. This is the portrayal of you and the evil demon, but as long as you can control it and control all your dark thoughts, you are you, so how can there be an evil demon? Do you understand?" Meng Qi taught Duan Rui in a simple and easy-to-understand way with his sword.

Duan Rui finally understood: "Thank you, Mr. Su, for your guidance."

Then, golden light appeared around Meng Qi, and the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art was activated. He used the breathing method of the Great Freedom and Invincible Vajra Demon Subduing Magical Ability to control his luck, and supported Duan Rui's forehead with one palm.

It has a bit of the charm of an immortal touching my head and tying my hair to grant me immortality. If it was not the Buddha's light that appeared, but the fairy air, it would be even better.

Meng Qi complained in his heart, and the true meaning of Vajra Subduing Demons emerged, covering Duan Rui.

At this moment, Duan Rui seemed to be stimulated. His eyes turned dark and he stared at Meng Qi with malice and murderous intent. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of black liquid. This was Duan Rui's magic power that turned his saliva into poison. (End of this chapter)