Chapter 37: The Book of Bliss
In the bedroom, Lin Jiu gently placed Ding Hai on the bed, then turned and walked towards the kitchen in the backyard.

He planned to boil some hot water, wipe the blood scabs and dust off Ding Hai's body, and then use the hemostatic spell to help his wounds heal.

However, before he reached the door, he stopped and looked outside vigilantly.

His intuition told him that outside the house was no longer a safe place.

Just as he was about to take out the talisman from the bag on his back just in case, the head waiter he had just met stood outside the door holding a large wooden basin and called softly, "Guest, are you there? The lady boss couldn't bear to see you suffer, so she asked me to bring you some hot water and medicine."

Lin Jiu carefully looked at the hall head several times, and couldn't help but feel suspicious. Is this just an ordinary old man?

Although he was unable to find the cause of the intuitive warning, Lin Jiu still took out a few talismans from his bag and held them tightly in his hands.

After making preparations, he made way for the head monk to enter the house.

The head of the hall said nothing when he saw this. He just held the wooden basin and walked into the bedroom cautiously.

"Thank you so much, boss lady." There was a hint of caution in Lin Jiu's voice, but he tried his best to remain polite. He took the wooden basin from the head waiter and placed it beside the bed.

The head of the hall did not leave after handing over the wooden basin. Instead, he took out a bottle of ointment from his arms and handed it to Lin Jiu: "This is a wound medicine prepared by the doctor of Pingshang Sanxiaotang. It can help people heal wounds and prevent them from getting wounds."

Lin Jiu nodded slightly and took the ointment, but did not use it immediately. He took out the washbasin in the room and poured some hot water into the basin. After wetting a cloth, he gently wiped the blood scabs and dust off Ding Hai's body.

By the time all the blood clots and dust were wiped away, the basin of water had become turbid.

After cleaning Ding Hai's body, he did not immediately use the ointment brought by the head of the restaurant, but politely asked the head of the restaurant to help him get another basin of water.

If Lin Jiu only suspected that something went wrong with Yong'an Inn when the waiter delivered the water just now, the fact that the waiter refused to leave after delivering the water made Lin Jiu certain.

He has a problem.

There was really something wrong with Yong'an Inn.

Facing Lin Jiu's request, the head waiter smiled and nodded, saying, "Thank you, sir. The lady boss always says that when you are away from home, you can help as much as you can.

I will go to the kitchen and boil some hot water for you. If you need anything else, just let me know. "

After saying that, the head monk took the large wooden basin beside the bed and walked out.

After watching the head of the hall go away, Lin Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to get up and take out some hemostatic talismans from his bag to heal Ding Hai's wound according to the original plan.

As for the bottle of golden wound medicine brought by the head of the hall, he didn't dare to give it to Ding Hai.

"Junior brother, you are still too naive."

Just as Lin Jiu was about to turn around, Ding Hai on the bed opened his eyes and called him in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Knowing that Ding Hai was not really seriously injured and unconscious, Lin Jiu was not surprised when he heard Ding Hai's voice.

But after hearing what Ding Hai said, his heart tightened and he realized that he might have made a mistake.

However, as he had little experience in the martial arts world, it was difficult for him to tell where he had gone wrong.

"Could it be that there is something wrong with the bottle of golden medicine sent by the head of the hall? No, if it was just golden medicine, Senior Brother would not say so.

Is it the basin of hot water that the head of the hall sent? Is there something wrong with it? "Lin Jiu used the process of elimination and quickly came to a conclusion.

Ding Hai sighed softly: Compared with the Uncle Nine who will give people a sense of security at any time in the future, Uncle Nine at this age is still too immature.

“You must have checked the hot water. If there was a problem, why would you use it to wipe me?

The other party's calculations were precise. You would never use the golden wound medicine on me, and the hot water would also be inspected.

Therefore, they most likely did not set a trap here, and asked the head of the hall to send water and medicine just to restrain you.

You are so busy dealing with these superficial tricks that you have no time to take care of the outside world. In fact, Yong'an Inn has already changed a lot."

After teaching Lin Jiu, Ding Hai stood up, took out several hemostatic talismans from Lin Jiu's bag, and gently patted them on himself.

Then, he made hand seals and cast a bleeding spell on himself.

Thanks to the help of the special talisman, after a few breaths, the wounds on Ding Hai's body began to heal gradually.

Half a cup of tea later, there were no more wounds on Ding Hai's body.

Then he took out a gray cloth robe from his bag and put it on.

After getting dressed, he picked up a chair and walked leisurely to the door of the room, shouting loudly to the quiet backyard: "For the sake of hot water and golden wound medicine, I will give you a chance to strike first, so that you can die without regrets."

"How shameless." A sturdy man holding a goose-feather knife walked out of the darkness, apparently wanting to use the knife in his hand to shave Ding Kai's head.

Ding Hai didn't say anything. He had already given the opportunity to take the initiative, so it couldn't be blamed if he couldn't seize it.

When the burly man with the knife was still seven steps away from Ding Hai, he leaped forward and swung the knife. He made the simplest force-chop move so powerful.

Unfortunately, facing this powerful blow, Ding Hai just stretched out two fingers to catch it.

With the strength of his right hand, the goose-feather knife with a cold and flashing light fell into Ding Kai's hand.

After holding the knife, Ding Hai swung the knife horizontally and cut the strong man in front of him into two parts.

But what was strange was that the strong man who was cut in half did not bleed even a drop of blood after he fell to the ground.

Looking through the wound on the abdomen, all I could see was a skeleton made of bamboo strips. How could this be a human?

Ding Hai, who had known all this for a long time, was not surprised at all. As early as when he found out that the proprietress and the old shopkeeper, the master and apprentice, had murderous intentions towards himself and Lin Jiu, Ding Hai had already used his divine eyes to investigate them thoroughly.

Although the folk art of paper cutting is treacherous and can be used by one person, it depends on who you meet: "I gave you a chance, but you are useless."

The shining thunder lingered in Ding Hai's right hand. The steel-clad goose-feather knife could not withstand the pressure of the thunder and instantly shattered into dozens of pieces, shooting forward with arcs of electricity.

In a flash, countless black shadows were torn apart by the fragments of the goose-feather knife wrapped in electric arcs.

In an instant, the raging fire illuminated the entire backyard, and nearly a hundred paper figures turned into ashes under Ding Hai's attack.

But after the flames went out, dense crowds of people filled the backyard again, staring at Ding Hai in the darkness.

Seeing this, Ding Hai did not continue to use his palm thunder to attack the figure, but reached out and tore off a piece of wood from the door frame beside him and looked at it in his palm.

Both sight and touch told him that this was a door frame made of a piece of wood.

But his intuition told him that the door frame fragment in his hand was not of the right weight and he was deceived.

It doesn't matter, Ding has plenty of ways to verify it. An arc flashed by, and the door frame, which was originally as thick as an adult's wrist, immediately turned into paper ash, proving that Ding Kai's intuition was correct.

"A Yong'an Inn was made out of paper. The proprietress has such dexterous hands." If Ding Hai had not opened the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows and his spiritual sense had not increased greatly, he might not have been able to tell that he was actually in a paper-made inn.

With a sudden thought, Ding Hai wanted to use his third eye to see the world in all directions, find out the enemy's true location and strike hard.

But as soon as his spiritual consciousness was activated, a feeling of weakness came from Ding Hai's body.

The injuries left by tonight's battle with the thousand-year-old ghost are not so easy to heal after all.

Although the hemostatic spell and hemostatic talisman healed all the wounds on Ding Hai's body, the Yuan Qi consumed in healing these wounds was not effectively restored.

It is not impossible to forcibly boost your energy and spirit to activate the Heavenly Eye Technique, but that would really cause you serious damage to your vitality.

His mind raced, and Ding Hai stopped thinking about using the Sky Eye Technique.

If you can't attack the dragon directly, then try to break all the obstacles with one force.

He wanted to see how many paper figures the proprietress had prepared for them.

Standing up, Ding Hai walked out of the room and headed towards the backyard, as for the paper man holding a sharp blade in the backyard.

It’s not that Ding Kai looks down on them, but they really don’t pose any threat.

"The mighty yin and yang, the sun rises in the east; I am chanting a mantra now to cut off all the ominous signs; I kill the evil and destroy the spirit, and my body will be filled with spiritual light; Lord Sanmao, please act quickly as ordered." When Ding Hai took action, Lin Jiu was not idle either.

After taking out the amulet and taking a photo of himself and Ding Hai, he also followed Ding Hai out with a magic sword and killed him.

Don’t think that Lin Jiu is really a loser just because Lu Zhuo regards him as a snake or a bug.

Lu Zhuo is a direct descendant of Wudang. Both his status and the cultivation resources he has access to are top-notch in the spiritual world today. He looks down on Lin Jiu, who has forged a top-grade Taoist foundation, because he is stronger himself.

With a talent like Lin Jiu, if he were placed in a slightly inferior lineage like the Qingyang Palace in Shu, he would be regarded as a seed for becoming the leader.

Even if the ancestral tomb of the folk Dharma lineage exploded, it would be difficult for a disciple to appear who could be comparable to Lin Jiu.

If the proprietress had not taken advantage of her experience and tricked Lin Jiu, hiding her true identity in advance, Lin Jiu would have been able to easily control them.

With Lin Jiu constantly cleaning up the paper figures that were rushing towards them, Ding Hai felt relaxed.

He walked straight towards the courtyard where the proprietress and the old manager lived.

The inn created by the secret art of paper cutting is mysterious, but it can never come true.

As long as you find the flaw, you can burn it cleanly with a fire.

The proprietress and others hiding in the dark seemed to have noticed Ding Hai's purpose, and they kept controlling their paper figures to wave paper knives that could cut steel and jade to attack Ding Hai and the others.

Unfortunately, it's just a futile effort.

Dozens of paper figures rushed forward, but they could not withstand Lin Jiu's light swing of the magic sword with the Yang Fire Curse in it.

They can't do anything except leave some paper ashes on the ground.

Although the backyard of Yong'an Inn covers a large area, it is actually quite small when walking around.

It wasn't a place like the Forbidden City or the Wang Family Courtyard that covered an area of ​​square kilometers. In less than a minute, Ding Hai and his companions arrived at the courtyard where the proprietress and the old manager lived.

"Can we still talk?" The gate of the courtyard was wide open, and a figure who looked similar to the proprietress hid in the darkness of the courtyard, begging for mercy in a soft voice to Ding Hai and the others.

"Talk, how do we talk?"

"I can offer a very high condition. I am the only one who knows the location of the Min King's Mausoleum. As long as you are willing to let me go, I can tell you.

You should be able to calculate how valuable a royal tomb that has never been robbed is. This condition is high enough, right? "

"It is high enough, but in my opinion, it is not high if it is not as high as the sky." Ding Kai thought of Minister Hou who liked to hide people under a blanket across the sea and was finally hanged for 180 days. His end taught Ding Kai a truth: since you have already taken action, don't hesitate and kill the enemy first.

The magic power was activated, and several arcs of electricity instantly rushed into the courtyard, tearing the figure that looked like the proprietress into pieces.

"Brother, it didn't turn into ashes?" Lin Jiu, who had been paying attention to the battle situation, was surprised to see that the figure that looked like the proprietress did not turn into ashes like the other paper figures.

"There was a group of paper-making craftsmen who evolved from paper-cutting and went astray. They integrated a lot of the dregs of Bon and Black religions, used human skin as paper and human bones as bamboo strips, and made evil paper soldiers that could rival the Yellow Turban Warriors of our Taoist sect.

But this lineage of paper-making craftsmen was wiped out by the army led by the Heart Saint Wang Yangming during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty? I didn’t expect that there are still some remnants hiding in Fujian and Guangdong, lingering on. "

Ding Hai walked up to take a look at the paper figurine that looked like the proprietress, and recognized the proprietress's evil origins.

In those days, Prince Ning collected rare treasures from all over the world and bribed a large number of extraordinary people in order to rebel.

The lineage of paper-making craftsmen who can make puppets that rival the Taoist Yellow Turban Warriors is just one of the vast number of extraordinary sorcerers, and is not even the most outstanding among them.

According to Maoshan records, the person who helped Prince Ning the most in his rebellion was Old Man Jile of Jilemen.

This man's secret technique of replenishing yin by taking yang has helped countless high-ranking officials in Jiangxi regain their masculinity and self-esteem as men.

Relying on the tricks that Old Man Jile had left on those dignitaries, Prince Ning was unstoppable in the early days of his rebellion. Many dignitaries who were obsessed with esoteric arts opened the city walls and surrendered directly when they saw Prince Ning's flag.

It is obvious that the boss lady's ancestors must have taken away a lot of good things from Prince Ning's army when they ran away.

At the very least, part of Old Man Jile’s inheritance should be in the hands of the proprietress.

In a dark room deep underground, the proprietress who was casting a spell with her eyes closed became furious when she sensed that her paper puppet body had been broken.

Damn Taoist priest, I am already willing to hand over the Tomb of the King of Fujian to you, why are you still so aggressive and determined to fight me to the death?

“Master, don’t be afraid. The paper figures we controlled can’t kill the two brothers, but they can’t break your paper-making technique either. They can only be trapped in that fake inn made entirely of paper.

It doesn't matter if we can't kill them, we can starve them to death or let them die of thirst." Seeing that his master was a little discouraged, the old shopkeeper quickly spoke to comfort him.

"Idiot, do you want to listen to what you are saying? In order to trap the pair of brothers in the Paper Inn, I need to output a large amount of mana every moment.

If I hadn't had an idea to extract the life force of the bandits in Changsheng Mountain as auxiliary force, I would have barely been able to maintain the existence of the Paper Inn. By now, I'm afraid that the team of brothers would have already reached the secret room."

But the proprietress did not appreciate the kindness of the old shopkeeper. Instead, she scolded him, asking him if he really thought that maintaining the paper inn did not require any magic power.

"Since it's so troublesome, just give up the Paper Inn." A deep baritone sounded in a secret room deep underground.

"Who? Who is talking?" The proprietress looked nervously in the direction where the voice came from, while secretly activating her magic power to check whether Ding Hai, who had just been trapped in the Paper Inn by her, was still there.

　Compensation for the missing 1,000 words in the first chapter on Wednesday
　　
　
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