Before Hen Cheng had arranged to go out with Fan Siguo today, he had told Wu Mei that if he hadn’t returned by the afternoon, she should find a way to contact Jiangli.
Wu Mei remembered her husband’s words and had been anxiously waiting for news.
She had thought Fan Siguo would return soon.
But, after waiting the entire day, there was no sign of Fan Siguo.
Wu Mei’s fear grew stronger with time.
Following the address she found online, she made her way to Jiaoyang Temple.
"I really don’t know what to do, no one answers the phone... Abbot, where could my husband be now?" Wu Mei was so anxious, she was on the verge of crying.
Jiangli thought back on Fan Siguo’s birthdate and time, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Upon hearing this, Wu Mei was overjoyed, "Really...?"
She hadn’t even finished the word ’really’.
Jiangli spoke again, "But his Lifefire is weak, on the brink of death."
Wu Mei’s complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, she staggered on her feet, and her vision started to darken.
"Be careful." Xia Xin, seeing this, stepped forward to support Wu Mei, "Are you alright?"
Wu Mei barely stabilized herself and pushed Xia Xin away, quickly approaching Jiangli and, crying bitterly, grabbed his hand, "Abbot, Abbot, please, save my husband! I beg you to save Old Fan, whatever you ask of me, I’ll do! Even if you want all of our property, I’m willing to give it with both hands, please you must save our Old Fan!"
Jiangli silently withdrew his hand and gave Xia Xin a meaningful glance.
Xia Xin understood immediately and quickly came over to steady the wobbling Wu Mei.
Only then did Jiangli speak, "There’s still time."
With a flip of his right hand.
Jiangli took out a Tracking Talisman, and said to Wu Mei, "Hand out."
Wu Mei extended her hand, trembling.
Jiangli took the talisman, and swiped it across her fingertips.
Wu Mei felt a sting at her fingertips.
Clearly no knife was used...
But a drop of blood appeared on her fingertip out of nowhere.
Jiangli, holding the Talisman Paper, swiftly dipped it in the drop of blood, folded it into a triangle, and tossed it on the ground.
Then he took out a few Copper Coins and threw them out.
The coins landed firmly around the Talisman Paper.
Jiangli said, "Step inside."
Wu Mei pointed to herself, "Me?"
Jiangli nodded his head, "Who else if not you?"
She nodded her head and tentatively stepped into the formation.
Jiangli said, "Close your eyes, recite your husband’s name and his date of birth, and if any scene appears before you, don’t be startled, first determine where it is."
Wu Mei’s heart raced to her throat, "Can this... really find my husband?"
Jiangli frowned, "If you make haste, you can."
Upon hearing this, Wu Mei dared not delay any longer, and instantly closed her eyes, reciting Fan Siguo’s name and date of birth.
Xia Xin, who was nearby, saw that as soon as Wu Mei spoke, the Talisman Paper in the center of the formation snapped up and stood upright.
At the same moment, the Talisman began to spin rapidly in place.
Xia Xin remembered reading about a similar technique in an ancient book.
A method that could immediately and accurately reveal the location of the person or object one sought.
Which book did he read it in...
Xia Xin thought carefully.
The name of the book seemed to be, "Jiangli’s Manuscript—"
So it was written by his own ancestor?
Xia Xin’s face twitched, no wonder the formation looked so familiar to him.
As he mused, Jiangli’s voice sounded.
Xia Xin looked up to see Jiangli turning to walk inside the house.
Xia Xin hurredly asked, "Ancestor, where are you going?"
"Preparing some items, keep an eye on her."
Jiangli entered Jiaoyang Temple without looking back.
Xia Xin remained in place, anxious.