After being adopted by five nonhumans

Chapter 70

Under Wen Yuan's call, the remnant soul that had no self-awareness moved slowly, and he walked up to Wen Yuan step by step. Bing Dilian's handkerchief was handed to Wen Yuan.

Even Zhou Qingxian's remnant soul with only one memory left, couldn't see Wen Yuan crying, and subconsciously wanted to do something for her.

"Don't, don't cry." Zhou Qingxian staggered like a child walking for the first time, trying to comfort the crying man in front of him.

Even if he doesn't know why he did it.

Wen Yuan looked at the face of the remnant soul, and could no longer suppress the longing in her heart, and hugged her lost and recovered husband tightly in her arms.

The embrace of the remnant soul is as cold as an ice cave, but Wen Yuan still feels that this is the warmest and warmest place in the world.

Zhou Qingxian's remnant soul was stunned at first, and then stretched out his hand, hugging Wen Yuan back.

The two ghosts hugged each other tightly until Zhou Qingxian's weak soul body began to radiate sporadic ghost power outwards. Those ghost powers were of two completely different colors, belonging to Rong Xiao and Yan Ji respectively.

Zhou Qingxian's remnant soul could no longer contain these ghost powers that did not belong to him.

He was so weak that it seemed that he would turn into a starlight at any moment and dissipate in the sky and the earth.

Wen Yuan let go of Zhou Qingxian in her arms in a panic, and looked at Yan Jirong Xiao.

The three ghosts have their own tacit understanding, they only glanced at each other, and decided to cast spells together to trap Zhou Qingxian's dissipated ghost power, and they formed seals together, condensing a square box of ghost power, enclosing Zhou Qingxian Freedom is trapped in it, preventing him from dissipating outwards.

After the ghost power box was condensed, the three ghosts discussed Zhou Qingxian's current state seriously, and finally came to the conclusion that he is not an ordinary remnant soul, but a remnant soul with independent consciousness, although this independent consciousness usually only faces Things related to wenyuan.

Secondly, Zhou Qingxian's remnant soul was so shattered that it was almost as if it had been chewed by a pig and spit out again.

Although I don't know how Zhou Qingxian's soul was shattered like this, but the process must not be too pleasant. After all, under normal circumstances, a soul that can condense for thousands of years without dissipating is very tough, and it is absolutely impossible to dissipate by itself, unless... …torn and squeezed by some gigantic force.

Wen Yuan couldn't bear to think about these things carefully, and now all her attention was on how to prevent Zhou Qingxian from dissipating.

The three ghosts pondered for a long time, but couldn't come up with any reliable solution, so they planned to ask Dong Pang when he came home at night.

After all, Dong Pang was the first among the ghosts to die. He also knew that a pure soul body can make a ghost experience things like five flavors. Maybe he also knew how to solidify the soul body?

With that said, everyone plans to wait until night to discuss with Dong Pang.

Wen Yuan frowned and nodded, and brought Zhou Qingxian's Ghost Power Box back to her room.

She was afraid that Xiao Guyu would come back in a while, and Zhou Qingxian would be frightened when she saw light spots constantly emerging.

After all, Zhou Qingxian's current appearance really doesn't look like a normal person.

And Zhou Qingxian's remnant soul also accepted Wen Yuan's arrangement very docilely. He sat quietly in the transparent ghost power box with a dazed expression, neither screaming nor making trouble.

He didn't even move, and listened to his wife as always.

It was night, and all the ghosts gathered in one place while Xiaoguyu fell asleep.

Dong Fat heard other ghosts talk about Zhou Qingxian's appearance, and he gritted his teeth and frowned for a while: "This... I don't know what to do. The thing about the pure soul body was actually told to me by a wandering monk."

"Monk Youfang?" Yan Ji lowered his eyelids, as if thinking of something, "Speaking of Monk Youfang, I really think of a person, that person is a Taoist priest, I met him by chance a few years ago, and he opened his eyes ...Maybe I know how to deal with this matter."

"Brother Yan, have you ever had friendship with Taoist priests?" Rong Xiao's tone was a little surprised. She used to be chased and shouted by a group of Taoist priests because of her status as a ghost. Powerful, she was caught and scattered long ago, and she was very upset with creatures like Taoists because of this.

Yan Ji nodded slightly, recalling what happened at that time, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.

It's strange to say that when he met the Taoist priest, he planned to turn his head and leave, but the Taoist priest stopped him, and then his expression changed drastically. He stretched out his fingers to calculate for a long time, and his expression also changed according to the result of the calculation. After several times, he finally pulled Yanji to sit with him with a smile on his face.

For this reason, he even took out the good wine that he had collected for many years, and invited Yan Ji to drink it together.

Because the process was really weird, Yan Ji once felt that the Taoist had drugged his drink, so he didn't dare to take a sip.

But later, Yan Ji walked out of the mountain safely, thinking that the Taoist priest surnamed Jiang really had no evil intentions.

Thinking of this, he simply used his mobile phone to Baidu the name of the Taoist temple that the other party told him, to see the location of the Taoist temple.

A few seconds later, the screen of the mobile phone appeared: Qingjing Temple, located in Jiangzhou City, the capital city of Province S, the current temple owner, Jiang Canghai, is an upright Taoist priest of Huoju, the kind who can marry a wife and have children.

Looking at the playful but somewhat handsome temple master on the screen, Yan Ji quickly recognized that the other party was the Taoist priest she had met.

Jiangzhou City...is not far from the city where they are located, Yan Ji simply said: "I'll go to Qingjing Temple tonight to try, maybe I can find a solution."

Wen Yuan hurriedly thanked Yan Ji, Yan Ji waved her hand to signal that she was welcome, and then flew towards the general direction indicated by the wicked map on the phone.

However, not long after the flight, a mechanical female voice came: You have deviated, and the route has been re-planned for you.

The three ghosts staying at home: "..."

According to the wicked navigation of the wicked map, Yanji could have arrived in Jiangzhou City in a few hours, but it took him a whole night to fly until the morning glow was about to rise, and the sky gradually appeared in the sky before arriving at Qingjing Temple. the door.

The Qingjing Temple stands on a beautiful mountain peak. Although it is a small Taoist temple, it is full of incense, and there is an endless stream of believers who come and go on weekdays.

Fortunately, it was early in the morning, and there were not many people coming and going, otherwise Yan Ji's act of falling from the sky would probably scare many people.

Yan Ji stood in front of the Qingjing Temple, carefully looking at the plaque of the Qingjing Temple, and knew at a glance that the Qingjing Temple was a wealthy Taoist temple. After all, the plaque was painted with gold, and no one was guarding the door, so he was not afraid of being stolen. It can be seen that the wealth of the concept of purity.

Yan Ji sighed, hesitating how he should go in, but suddenly saw a little Taoist boy with red lips and white teeth coming out of the Taoist temple. The little Taoist boy had a round ball head on his head, and he was wearing a mini version of Taoist robes, with short hands and short legs. In order to cross the threshold stone of the Taoist temple, you have to hold on to the door frame.

Xiao Daotong seemed to be about the same age as Xiao Guyu, but he exuded an inexplicable indifferent temperament, his face was serious, and when he saw Yan Ji, he walked towards him.

"Are you Mr. Yan?" Xiao Daotong walked up to Yan Ji's legs, raised his head and asked, his face still calm.

"It's me. Kid, are you?"

"Jiang Xi." Xiao Daotong said succinctly, then took out a piece of yellow talisman paper wrapped in white paper and folded into a triangle, and handed it to Yan Ji.

"Father said before the retreat that a Mr. Yan would come to him this morning. He asked me to give this to you."

Yan Ji hurriedly thanked Xiao Daotong, and then opened the white paper, only to see that the font on it was like flying dragons and phoenixes, and it was written how to use this talisman paper to make a stick of solid soul soup.

After reading the above content, Yan Ji was more grateful to Jiang Canghai in his heart, "Little friend, please express my gratitude to your father on my behalf."

"Yeah." Jiang Xi nodded with a cold face.

Yan Ji left, and little Jiang Xi returned to the lobby to start morning classes.

He gets up at six o'clock every day, and does morning classes with all his seniors. He doesn't have any intention of doing something special just because he is young.

But today, the little girl Jiang Xi, who has always had a clear mind and never lost his mind during morning class, became distracted during morning class.

He remembered what his father said a few days ago when he entrusted him with the task of handing over the talisman paper.

Standing in front of the portrait of the patriarch, his unremarkable young father stroked the non-existent beard on his chin, and said to Xiao Jiang seriously: "Son, Dad did this for your own good. You'll know when you grow up!"

A full-fledged adult coaxing a child's style.

If it wasn't polite and indecent to roll eyes at his father, little Jiang Xi would like to roll his eyes at his father a little bit.

……

Yan Ji wandered around the Taoist temple for a whole day, and only dared to fly back to the direction of home when it was completely dark.

This time without the misleading map of wickedness, Yan Ji successfully arrived at the deserted village in the early hours of the morning.

The ghosts sensed the movement and knew that it was Yan Ji who had returned, so they rushed out to ask how Yan Ji was doing.

Yan Ji handed the talisman paper to Wen Yuan, and asked her to process the talisman paper according to the content on the white paper, and then boil it into a paste of talisman water.

Wen Yuan nodded with tears in her eyes, thanked Yan Ji repeatedly, and then walked into the kitchen with the talisman paper.

A few minutes later, she came out cautiously with a bowl of black talisman water, walked straight into her room, and waved away the box formed by the condensed ghost power. began to escape.

Wen Yuan took a deep breath, and quickly fed the talisman water in her hand to Zhou Qingxian.

Seeing that it was the talisman water fed by Wen Yuan, Zhou Qingxian opened his mouth cooperatively, and let Wen Yuan drink the bowl of talisman water that was dark and didn't know what it was.

As soon as the talisman water entered his belly, the light spots on Zhou Qingxian's body decreased, and the almost transparent soul body became stronger. Wen Yuan was a little worried that it was her own psychological effect, so she called other ghosts to watch it together.

All the ghosts also said that they had condensed a little, and Wen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Zhou Qingxian should be fine, the other ghosts chattered about the questions.

The most unreliable one among them is Dong Pang. He said: "This Taoist priest of Qingjing Temple seems to be a real spirit. When Xiaoyu is in the middle school and college entrance examinations, let's take him there to worship?"

Xiaoguyu didn't even go to elementary school, so he was thinking about his child's junior high school and high school, which is outrageous.

In the next few days, Zhou Qingxian's soul became clearer day by day, and his mind slowly recovered, gradually changing from a dazed face to the Zhou Qingxian in Wen Yuan's impression.

Until this day, Wen Yuan went into the room to check on Zhou Qingxian's situation as usual. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Zhou Qingxian standing with her back to her. Hearing the movement behind her, Zhou Qingxian turned around and saw clearly that it was Wen Yuan, on his handsome face, sadness and joy were intertwined, and finally formed a sentence: "A Yuan, I haven't seen you for many years, you have suffered."

Wen Yuan was shocked at first, and then shed joy and tears: "You...recovered?"

"Yes, I'm back." Zhou Qingxian took two steps forward, hugging Wen Yuan who was crying and trembling into his arms, as if he was fulfilling the reunion he had promised but failed to achieve.

He had told her he would come back.

Now he's really back.

Wen Yuan heard his tone remained the same, her nasal cavity was sore again, she hugged her lost husband tightly, tears of joy could not stop falling, and wet most of his shoulders.

It was as if he wanted to shed all the tears that he hadn't shed during his lifetime.

The handsome scholar smiled softly, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped away the tears on her old face.

"It's all my fault that it took me so long to find you."