Chapter 2455 The ancestral hall is on fire

Zhang Yu's eyes were tightly closed, and he didn't dare to open them to see. Ouyang Yanyan's hands were still holding the back of Zhang Yu's head, and her eyes were staring at Zhang Yu. Seeing Zhang Yu like this, she couldn't help but laugh, and almost stopped laughing. But in her heart, she was still extremely ashamed.

She lowered her legs into a squat and finally sat down in the water. The bucket is really a bit small. Normally it can only accommodate one person. Now it has to hold two people, even if Ouyang Yanyan has a slim figure. It's really inappropriate for two people to be crowded together now, but there's nothing that can be done about it. After all, saving people is important.

Sun Zhaoyi never made a sound, just waiting quietly. After about five minutes, she could vaguely tell that the two of them were now stronger than before and no longer so nervous.

"Okay, I'm going to force the abbot to poison me now, Yanyan...are you ready?" At this time, Sun Zhaoyi said gently.

"Ready..." Ouyang Yanyan said with her breathing fairly steady.

"Then I'll start..." Sun Zhaoyi said, putting his hand in the water and placing it on Zhang Yu's vest.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yu could feel a warm current pouring in from his vest, which was very comfortable. Gradually, Zhang Yu discovered that there was a flow of air in his body, which began to flow out along his dantian, and must have flowed into Ouyang Yanyan's palm.

This time, I didn't feel any pain. Obviously, Sun Zhaoyi's method worked.

It was already dark now. There was a round table on the kang in the wing of the courtyard, and Pan Chonghai was sitting there drinking tea alone.

He had already eaten. At this moment, he felt restless and didn't know why.

"Nothing can happen to Xiao Yu... It shouldn't happen... His Grand Master Uncle has great supernatural powers... He will be fine..."

In the old man's heart, he was thinking about Zhang Yu.

At this moment, the cell phone beside him rang, "Ring, ring, ring..."

Pan Chonghai picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID. It was his brother Pan Chonghe's number. Pan Chonghe answered immediately and said, "Hey, is it the third child?"

"Brother, it's me..." Pan Chonghe's voice sounded on the phone.

"Why are you calling me suddenly? What's the matter?" Pan Chonghai asked gently.

"Something happened in Panjiaji..." Pan Chonghe said: "In the past few days, there were always people hearing cries on Panjiaji Mountain, which made people panic... Then, an influenza broke out in Jiji, and some people fell sick one after another. The people here are all members of our Pan family... Just now, our ancestral hall was on fire inexplicably... Everyone in the gathering is very scared... Brother, what do you think we should do about this..."

"There is such a thing..." Pan Chonghai frowned slightly and said, "I'll go back and take a look..."

"Okay, I've rushed back to Panjiaji now and will wait for you at home." Pan Chonghe said.

"Yes." Pan Chonghai responded and hung up the phone.

"Why did something like this suddenly happen... I have to go and see with Xiao Yu..." When something like this happened, Mr. Pan's first thought was to think of Zhang Yu.

However, he immediately realized that it was not possible. Zhang Yu was obviously seriously injured and he could not tell Zhang Yu about this.

The old man frowned for a moment and thought for a moment. He thought that he should find a knowledgeable person to help him.

"Who are we looking for... By the way, how about Fatty Wang... This guy is also the master of the temple after all... Tell him not to tell Xiao Yu about this, he shouldn't be able to say... Just do it..."

Pan Chonghai was also worried. Zhang Yu must go after knowing the situation. Even if you don't go, you still have to worry about him. He was already injured, so don't make it worse.

Of course, he can also ask Ye Linglong for help. He knows that Ye Linglong is quite capable. But one thing is that many people in the Pan family knew Ye Linglong and knew that Ye Linglong was dead. How can I explain this when I take it back?

The old man got off the kang, went out and walked towards the courtyard door.

After leaving the courtyard, he went straight to the viewer's room.

Wang Jie is also a senior cadre in the Taoist temple and has his own courtyard. Pan Chonghai came outside the courtyard where the temple owner lived and dialed Wang Jie's phone number.

The call was quickly connected, and Fatty Wang's voice sounded out, "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord..."

"Master of the temple, I am Pan Chonghai." Mr. Pan said calmly.

Wang Jie naturally knew something about Mr. Pan's situation, and immediately said with a smile: "Old man, what do you want from me?"

"Are you at the Taoist temple?" Pan Chonghai asked.

"I'm in my own room." Wang Jie said.

"I'm right outside the hospital. Come out and open the door for me." Pan Chonghai said.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment..."

Wang Jie hung up the phone, and within a moment, the courtyard door opened. Wang Jie, wearing a Taoist robe, stood inside the courtyard door.

As soon as he saw Pan Chonghai, he immediately said with a smile: "Old man, you are a rare visitor. Why are you thinking about me tonight? Come to my side. Come in quickly, please come in quickly... Come and sit in the room..."

Wang Jie asked Pan Chonghai to sit in the main room inside. Regardless of this boy's abilities, the furnishings in the room are quite decent, including the Sanqing enshrined there.

The two sat down, and Wang Jie said politely: "Old man, what do you want to do when you come here..."

"It's like this. My family is in Panjiaji. There is something wrong there... There are always people crying at night, and many people are suffering from the flu... Even my ancestral hall suddenly caught fire. ...I was a little panicked for a while, so I thought about asking the viewer for help..." Pan Chonghai said calmly.

"This matter..." Wang Jie frowned slightly, and then said: "Shouldn't you ask my uncle... He is good at this..."

"Normally, I should look for him, but he's been busy recently and it's really inconvenient, so I thought about asking the temple owner for help..." Pan Chonghai said sincerely.

"I..." Although Wang Jie is a talkative person, he is somewhat self-aware when it comes to serious matters. As the saying goes, I don’t know if it’s windy or rainy, but I still don’t know how many bowls of rice I can eat in one meal.

There was a look of embarrassment on his face. Pan Chonghai also knew this fat man well. After all, this old man has been in shopping malls for a long time and cannot understand what kind of people he is. He also knows that Fatty Wang not only has no great ability, but is also extremely greedy for money.

Therefore, Pan Chonghai followed up and said: "Guanzhu, you must help me think of a way... Of course, this kind of thing cannot be done in vain. After the task is completed, I will privately give Guanzhu five million... "

"Five million..." Sure enough, Wang Jie's eyes suddenly lit up, but he laughed dryly, "Haha... uh... this... what kind of money are we talking about..."

Wang Jie's current reaction was just as Pan Chonghai had expected. At this moment, Wang Jie was muttering in his heart, "Good guy, the old man is really generous with his offer, five million at the beginning. It seems that my uncle has never been so generous... …”