The explosion chapter is here. This chapter is specially updated for friends [Qilian Kunlun]. This is the third update, but in fact it should be said to be the fourth update. Four chapters a day have reached the limit. It was originally a better effect of the fourth update, but who knew that I had an oath incident yesterday and could only admit that I was unlucky. At the end, I asked for a recommendation vote. It was already evening. If you have a recommendation vote, please vote for the Taoist. It will be refreshed after twelve o'clock. There will be no chance to not vote.

Outside Huangjiazhuang,

After Mr. Huang heard the rooster crowing early in the morning, he was already dressed neatly early and sat directly outside the gate under the maid's service.

Yes, just sit upright.

He also knew that he was standing outside the gate, which was better. However, Huang Yuanwai himself knew that he knew where his limit was. If he wanted to stand outside the gate, he would only last for an hour at most.

So he consciously asked his servant to move the Taishi Chair to put it next to the gate. He went up directly and started to wait quietly. Today is the third day's deadline. He was already very upset by nightmares these days. As time goes by, this nightmare has further signs. He knew that if this continues, he would sooner or later he would have to collapse and choose to commit suicide. Huang Yuanwai, who values ​​life very much, had no rest overnight and fell asleep directly on the Taishi Chair.

Yang Qifeng came very early, and he did not ask Huang Yuanwai to wait for more. He walked slowly to Huang Yuanwai and saw Huang Yuanwai sitting upright on the Grand Master's chair. Huang Yuanwai was the only one. The other servants and maids were sent away by him.

Looking at the listless Mr. Huang in front of him, Mr. Huang has been living like a year in the past few days. Compared with the first time Yang Qifeng saw Mr. Huang, Mr. Huang is now so haggard. His head is raised from time to time and looks into the distance.

Seeing Yang Qifeng's figure from afar, Huang Yuanwai immediately jumped up from the Grand Master's chair. He was extremely agile. His originally drowsy expression retreated. He hurriedly greeted Yang Qifeng and said to the point, "Has the master prepared the medicine?"

Hearing Mr. Huang’s inquiry, Yang Qifeng closed his hands and nodded and said, “The medicine has been prepared, and only the donor needs to take it.”

As he said that, Yang Qifeng stretched out one hand and a fist-sized porcelain bowl that was emitting heat appeared in his hand. Huang Yuanwai stretched out his hands and took it directly and looked into the bowl. There was only yellow orange soup in the bowl. Without a word, Huang Yuanwai swallowed it directly. He had been tortured by nightmare for too long. Seeing the monk in front of him so magical, he was just wearing a single dress, and could actually take out a bowl out of thin air. Such a method already indicated that the other party was not a mortal.

Mr. Huang swallowed it cleanly regardless of the heat above, and finally handed the bowl in his hand to Yang Qifeng.

"Amitabha," Yang Qifeng said the Buddha's name and continued; "The medicine has been taken down, and I only need to let me recite the meditation mantra a hundred times for hundreds of days to be cured."

"Thank you, Master, and I would like to ask Master to come in and rest," Huang Yuanwai was overjoyed. He heard too many helpless words. Now he heard words that could be cured. Under his guidance, Yang Qifeng followed Huang Yuanwai into the manor and passed through the door that opened.

As soon as I walked into the gate, a sense of coldness appeared out of nowhere. This gate isolated the two worlds. The sun was still scorching, and heat waves were constantly shining from the sky. The heat waves were rolling on the earth. But in this manor, the sun was exposed to the sun, but it was impossible to feel the warmth. Instead, it gave Yang Qifeng a sense of coldness everywhere. This manor and the sunlight outside had been isolated.

Mr. Huang had no idea about this, not only him, but also other servants and maids did not notice this.

Yang Qifeng knew this that he had a force that closed the touch of Huang Yuanwai and others. Anyone who entered Huangjiazhuang would be automatically blinded. They believed that there was no difference between here and outside.

Only Yang Qifeng is too strong, and this force cannot directly block his sense of touch, which naturally makes Yang Qifeng realize what the real situation is.

There are indeed differences in Huangjiazhuang. He and Huang Yuanwai moved forward step by step, and the two of them walked directly into the living room.

The living room is extremely simple to place, full of elegance, without any luxury or wealth. With the current status of the Huang family, the scale of this manor alone represents their wealth. They have left the level of showing wealth and have begun to pursue a state of elegance.

"Go and prepare vegetarian meals," Mr. Huang told a maid, turned around and folded his hands together, and said to Yang Qifeng; "You also ask the master to recite the meditation mantra here,"

"Yes," Yang Qifeng nodded, signaling Mr. Huang to do it, he slowly closed his eyes and began to think slowly in his mouth.

Namo, Drumlatan, Doro Yeye.

Namo, Ah Ye, Polujah Emperor, Shuboluya.

Bodhisattva, Mahasattva.

Namo, Narajinji, Helimaha, Sarva Ata, Doushub, Ashi, Badaya, Savaha.

Every word was spit out from Yang Qifeng's mouth, and the meaning of calmness spread. Mr. Huang showed a calm look outside. He had already had some anxious expression at this moment. Mr. Huang did not notice that at the angle he could not see, two small wooden bells, the size of wooden bells, had been shaken directly. The bell hit without making any sound, silent, but it had a quiet meaning.

Huang Yuanwai's tranquility is completely the effect produced by magic tools.

Mr. Huang's eyelids became heavier, and his expression was almost peaceful. The more sleepy he felt. He hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. He was sleepy and paralyzed on the chair. He had fallen asleep soundly, snoring in his mouth.

Just as Mr. Huang fell asleep, Yang Qifeng's Zixin Yuanyang Pei, who was placed in his arms, suddenly broke into a shattered voice.

The Zixin Yuanyang Pearl that can be used once has now broken.

He didn't know when he had been cursed.

Zi Xin Yuanyang Pei blocked the disaster on his behalf. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!