Chapter 14:

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Yi Jia didn't want to talk about the matter of the metaphysical world. After paying attention to the "ghost knows" public account, he never commented, only flipped when he was bored. But the white things don't need to be white, the ink bucket actually needs 20 points, and Yu Yu is the top ten in the ink list, earning up to 100 points in a month. So, this ink is really valuable.
Yi Jia quickly filled in the address and only waited for the other party to ship.
Perhaps it was too embarrassing, until the afternoon, Saitama did not come back, but also deliberately sent a WeChat: [I met a evil spirit, the road is very high, have to chase for a while, do not wait for my dinner at night. 】
Yan Jia face disguisedly disguised: [Well, when Master Ye returned to the room to rest, I will call you back. 】
Saitama is grateful: [Jia Ge Deyi! ! ! 】
After dinner, Yi Jia intended to wash the dishes, but was stopped by the news of Daiyu. When he went to the kitchen, he saw the mirror facing the pool and washing his head. He was wearing a black trench coat, and the narrow phoenix eyes hang low. The slender fingers that should have been used to catch ghosts carefully wiped the corners of the tableware at the moment.
Just like the quilt that was never touched by people, Yi Jia felt that he was not willing to go. This invited Master Ye to live in his own home. Who knows that this person did not sleep at all, and even spent all night helping him. I cleaned the house, made a meal, and now I actively wash the dishes.
Qi Jia and Dai Yu also lived together for a few days. The roots of the gods are a big master who doesn’t touch Yang Chunshui. Don’t say that washing dishes, he can't even tell the salt and sugar. He only sits in the restaurant with chopsticks. Knock the bowl and wait for the meal. But this person, known as Ye Haowang, has the gentleness and exquisiteness that is extremely incompatible with the nickname. It is still the appearance of rejecting people thousands of miles away, but always silently doing a lot of things that others do not do. thing.
When you meet a stranger with a strong yin, he will lend his own magic weapon, suppress the yin, and then try his best to solve the problem.
In the heart of Yi Jia, if he is Ye Jingzhi, he met himself a week ago and will never help. However, Ye Jingzhi has taken the initiative to help, and it has helped this level. Such people really can afford the praise of a moral model.
Yan Jia stepped forward and stood in front of another pool and picked up the dishes to wash them up.
Ye Jingzhi looked up at him. He didn't seem to understand why he was here to wash the dishes. Yan Jia picked up his lips and smiled at him. Ye Jingzhi’s newly opened lips slowly closed. He did not say more, continued to turn his head and carefully wash the dishes.
In the evening, the yin and yang meet, and the beginning of Ye Jing is the relic of the relic.
"This relic is one of the four relics that was born when the abbot of Dawanshou Temple was not a bitter master. The master of Buddhism was not broken before the birth of his master. His Buddha’s relics were not broken. The Buddha’s family would have everything in the world. The sinister thing, so this relic can really cover your yin after reading the forty-nine-day spell, but it is exactly the opposite of the previous taishan stone."
Qian Jia asked: "Exactly the opposite?"
Ye Jingzhi nodded: "Yes. The Taishan stone before you is blocking the yin by blocking your own yin. But this relic is not blocking your yin, but blocking other. The evil spirits are close to you. That is to say, the relics are covered with an enchantment in your body, and the devil can't penetrate this layer of enchantment to perceive your existence, but you can take the initiative."
Zhai Jiadun understands that when he used that piece of Taishan stone, he was an ordinary person, and his yin was hidden in his body. When using this relic, the yin is not really hidden, but the outside world cannot be perceived and touched.
Without further ado, Ye Jingzhi flipped his hand and took out the crystal clear relic, which was placed in the palm of his hand. He looked up at Zhao Jia, and he looked at him. After waiting for a while, Ye Jingzhi directly pulled up Qian Jia’s hand and placed it in his palm.
Yan Jiaying's big eyes: "Master Ye?"
Ye Jingzhi said: "Then I will recite the curse for the relic."
Yan Jia: "...There is a need to handle the mantra?"
Ye Jingzhi nodded to him and looked affirmative.
Yan Jia: "..."
This is the magic of the door!
However, I did not wait for the 奚 Jia Tucao, hehe! A cool, warm breath passed from the palm to his brain. In an instant, the sound of the Sanskrit sang in his mind, countless singers sang the same verse, the four seas washed, the sacred voice.
Zhao Jia was immersed in such a beautiful realm. Gradually, he heard a low male voice. He opened his eyes, the handsome and innocent man with long eyebrows, solemnly whispering the spell.
The index finger of the mirror is on the lips, and every time a tone is pronounced, a golden sign is spit out from his mouth and flies to the hands of the two. The hot runes passed through the hands of Zhao Jia and disappeared into the palms of the two. Slowly, the cool feeling brought by the relic disappeared, and the clasped hands made Yi Jia feel the hot temperature from the palm of the other hand.
Ye Jingzhi's palm is very hot, and it is completely different from the cold appearance. Yi Jia couldn’t help but watch it for a long time. Suddenly he exclaimed, and Ye Jingzhi clenched his hand:
When the curse is used, the relic may be hot, oh... 奚 Jia, a little bit of tolerance.

The two clasped their hands, and after half an hour, the spell was finally finished.
After reading the spell, Yi Jia put the relic on her neck and she felt different. This time, he can still see the weak yin that is lingering in the air, but yesterday, these yin can't wait to go to him, this time they hesitated for a while, by his side. Hovering for a long time, I was happy to come over.
The only one in the metaphysical world who was born with yin and yin said: "When they are forty-nine days, they will never come again."
Yan Jia smiled at the dagger: "Thank you, Master Ye."
This is a matter of chanting. After the mirror returned to the room at night, Yi Jia sent a message to Daiyu. A minute later, Saitama returned home, excited: "Gago, you see no, ‘Ghost knows’ actually opened a series of articles, and today is still talking about Ye Hao’s marriage contract!

Yi Jia is not interested in this and continues to pour himself tea.
裴玉滔滔 is inexhaustible: "This time the ancestors of the celestial gate... you know what the heavenly gates are. They are specializing in fortune telling. They used to be emperors. The predecessors of Tianjimen submitted the articles to the ghosts. It is said that Ye Haowang has met with his fiancée! Now a group of disciples of the Heavenly Gate are calculating the divination, which girl is so unlucky, and Ye Hao Wang has a marriage contract, hahahaha."
Yan Jia: "The people in your metaphysical circles are so boring?" I have nothing to do, but I don’t want to divination of the national affairs, and I am divining others’ gossip. You are divining what number of numbers are tomorrow's lottery tickets, you can boast an ideal, but what is the divination of others?
Saitama said of course: "The disciples of Tianjimen are not good at catching ghosts. They will sprinkle sand, swing and swing the shells all day, and carry out divination. If they can really divination, who is the fiancée of Ye Yuwang, contribute to the 'ghost know' I can definitely take a lot of points... Hey, if I would have a good job, that would be great."
Yan Jia: "..."
You are also experiencing this.
"Right, Jia Ge, I booked the ticket for tomorrow to return to the capital. Now that Ye Hao Wang wants to live in your home for so long, I can't wait for it. Just Master asked me to go back, Jia Ge, we have to wait a while. I met."
Yi Jia casually said: "Oh."
Saitama: "..."
After a minute, the sorrowful wrath said: "You don't want to keep me?!"
Yan Jia asked: "Why should I keep you? You are lazy and jealous, and you can't beat ghosts. You can't cook, you can't cook, you don't clean the house, you stay in my house all day and white... ah, It seems that there is really no reason to keep you."
Daiyu: "..." I really want to smash the table, but I think he makes a good statement...
Yu Yu was furious and angry, and she did not say goodbye the next morning. Before leaving, he left a piece of paper in a serious manner. Zhao Jia did not see it. Ye Jingzhi got up early and saw it and gave it to Zhao Jia.
[As a generation of ghost-hunting masters, the younger generation of the best, how can I waste my youth? Going back to the capital to catch ghosts, don’t read them. Saitama. 】
Yan Jia: "..." In the face of Master Ye, you dare to say it again, who is the leader of the younger generation?
In the huge house, there are only two people, Zhao Jia and Ye Jing. Ye Jingzhi is not at home during the day and will go out to catch ghosts.
In the past, Daiyu once said that the place where Ye Xie Wang is is generally a lot of ghosts. This is actually not the attraction of Ye Jingzhi, but the ghosts who attracted the mirror. Sucheng has been a lot of ghosts recently, and Ye Jingzhi will come here if he sees the yin over the city of Sucheng far beyond the surrounding cities.
In the evening, the door rang, and Yi Jia opened the door and saw it, not Ye Jingzhi, a young man wearing daily express clothes.
The young man licked the black lacquered black stick in his mouth. He held a slap-sized courier box in his hand. When he saw him, he looked up and down with a few eyes: "This friend has never seen it, Come, sign a courier."
When Jia Jia was fascinated, the courier’s hat was not printed on the same day, but
Tiangong Express
!
Yan Jia: "..."
Even if you are a cottage brand, even the font color is exactly the same as everyone else!
Look at the LOGO printed on this mold, will your conscience not hurt?
Express courier's conscience is not only painless, but also beautiful, after the signing of the express delivery, he took advantage of the thin stick, and the local lover left and left. Before he left, he glanced at it casually. He happened to chase after the incompetent Qing Li ran through the living room. The little brother yelled, "The black ball seems a bit familiar?", then disappeared into the corridor.
Yan Jia took the courier box and turned into the house.
In the living room, the small bronze scorpion danced in the air, and he followed it to play. Seeing that Jia Jia was back, he immediately turned and threw himself into the owner's arms and found a comfortable position to lie down.
Nothing Qing Li also happily followed, licking the neck of Zhao Jia. When I saw the translucent relic, I couldn’t help but smack it, and she was quietly waiting, not afraid to have a little resistance.
Yi Jia reluctantly seized it: "You are the best, can you?"
There is no such thing as Qing Li, who is flying in the air with satisfaction.
After opening the courier box, there was no difference between the black ink fountain and the jade jade inside. The Jiajia fiddled for a long time, tried it according to the instructions, and surely saw the ink fountain list.
This time, Daiyu returned to the seventh place, and the pair of Jiang brothers and sisters behind him and his points were very tight. Looking forward, I can still only see the name of Nanyi at most. Yi Jia looked up at the ceiling. Unfortunately, it was blocked by the house. He did not see the name of Ye Jingzhi.
Yan Jia took the ink to the balcony, reached out and put the ink fountain out of the window, then looked up, only to see a star hanging in the sky. The golden stars are high, and they are incompatible with all others, and they are very deserted.
"Is things received?"
The cold voice rang from behind, and Yi Jia turned to look at it. Ye Jingzhi did not know when he had returned home.
Qian Jia walked back to the living room, put the ink fountain on the table, and smashed into the box: "Well, I received it, my stone is inside." Then, the young black hair took out from the courier box. A thumb-sized jade.
The rich yin gas dyed this once-satisfied Taishan stone into a bright blood red. Yan Jia looked down at the stone that he had worn for 19 years, and was surprised to find that the stone had been broken into several pieces. Now, even a little bit of sticky traces can't be found. Tiangongzhai's disciples are really clever.
Of course, he did not find out that at the moment he took out the stone, Ye Jing’s eyes widened and stared at the stone. He held his breath, his pupils trembled, his eyes were not stunned. Five minutes later, his voice trembled and said: "This stone... can you show me?"
Yi Jiayi, did not think too much, he handed the stone to Ye Jingzhi.
The next moment, Ye Jingzhi turned into his house.
奚嘉愕不愕不: Have to enter the room to see? Is there anything wrong with this stone?
In the room, Ye Jingzhi took out a white stone from the Qiankun bag. This stone is all white, and the moonlight shines. I feel comfortable when I look at it.
One of the leaves mirrored with jade, holding the white stone in one hand and closing the two hands.
"啪嗒-"
The two stones of different colors perfectly fit together and just turn into a picture of Tai Chi! The jade is a squid, the white jade is a yang fish, and the two yin and yang fish meet, which becomes a perfect yin and yang taiji figure.
If you don’t wake up the master here, you will be shocked and stunned:
Good yin and yang, nine-in-one Taishan stone, how red!

What Ye Jingzhi did was to stare at the two stones.
Open it up and repeat it again.
... um, still perfectly fit, form a picture of Tai Chi.
Open it again and repeat it again.
Still a taiji figure.
Open it up, close it up; open it up, close it up...
After repeating this ten times, Ye Hao Wang did not move any more. He looked at the white Taishan stone, and then looked at the Taishan stone.
Five minutes later, the door opened, and Zhao Jia was sitting in the living room to play with the ink fountain, and saw Master Ye coming to himself. I don't know why, Yi Jia always thinks... Ye Master is strange, but take a closer look, it seems that nothing is wrong.
Ye Jingzhi handed over the Taishan stone: "The repair is very good, but it is a pity that you can no longer shield you from yin."
I don’t think too much, I went to get it: "Thank you, Master Ye, I..."
The couldn't avoid touching, and Yi Jia was still talking. Ye Jingzhi seemed to have an electric shock and violently retracted his hand, which scared him.
After a long time.
Yan Jia: "...Master Ye?"
The mirror is red with ears.
Yi Jia asked again: "Master Ye?"
Ye Jingzhi: "I will go back to the room first." After that, I blushed and ran back to the house.
Yan Jia: "..."
Do you have cat diseases in your metaphysical circles!
The author has something to say: Mirror [red face red]: Master said, is a girl, Master lie to me.
C+: People in their metaphysical circles must have cat disease! ! !
Fuwa: I feel so shy when I touch my hand, and there are still forty-eight days to pull a small hand... [spit cigarette]
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