Qi is easy to pass on

Qi is easy to pass on

Chapter 1. A Strange Encounter on the Road - The Spirit of Brother Yi

Chapter 1. A Strange Encounter on the Road

A van pulled up to the side of the busy road, and several men in police uniforms got out and strode toward the fruit and vegetable vendors. One of the tall, fat-faced urban management officers walked up to the fruit vendor, took an apple, took a bite, threw it on the ground, and shouted, "Who told you to sell here? I'll give you two choices: either pay me 20 yuan, or get out of here right now." As he spoke, he flashed his large, yellow teeth, and the men behind him also flashed their yellow teeth in a threatening manner.

The man, seemingly unaccustomed to such a scene, prepared to pack up and leave. The fat city management officer, realizing he wouldn't get any money, walked towards another vegetable vendor, followed by several others, except for one man. He was a boy about 170cm tall, whose police uniform clearly didn't fit him.

The fruit vendor thought to himself, "I'll just leave, okay? They still won't let me go. What other tricks are they going to play?" Just then, the boy came over and said to the man, "Brother, hide for a while. Come back in 10 minutes to continue selling. The city management officers will go to other streets soon. Don't worry, they definitely won't be back today."

The man said, "Thank you, you're such a kind person. My elderly mother is seriously ill, and I'm waiting for you to finish selling everything so I can take her to the doctor!" His eyes reddened as he spoke. The boy smiled shyly, unsure what to say.

Just then, a commotion broke out near the fat city management officer, and the boy ran over. It turned out that an old woman was selling some items that looked like antiques, and the fat city management officer was trying to collect money from her. The old woman had no money, and she wouldn't leave, sitting on the ground trembling.

This really put the fat city management officer in a bind. He thought, "If I hit her a couple of times, what if she can't take it and dies? If I yell at her, more and more people will gather around. If I ignore her, the others won't listen to me."

Just then, the boy appeared and walked up to the fat city management officer, whispering, "Brother Liu, let me handle this. You guys go take a look over there." The fat city management officer chuckled and said, "Good! Little Zhou, you've only been here a week and you already want to deal with the vendors on your own? You've got guts! As your older brother, I'll give you this opportunity." With that, he patted the boy on the shoulder and led his large group of men away into the distance.

The boy felt sorry for the old woman sitting on the ground shivering. He took out the hot breakfast from his pocket, licked his lips, and handed it to her, saying, "Grandma, here, have some. You're so old and still out selling things. Where are your family?" The old woman took it and wolfed it down.

After inquiring, it turned out that the old woman had no children, her husband had died early, and she had been living a lonely and miserable life, relying on odd jobs to make a living. When she grew older, no one would hire her anymore. So she resorted to begging, until she couldn't even beg for food anymore. That's why she sat here selling a few items.

Upon hearing that they were treasures, the boy perked up and asked, "Grandma, what are these things? Can you tell me? How much are they?" The old woman pointed to the dagger and said, "It's called the Soul-Destroying Dagger. It can sever the soul of any evil spirit you encounter." Then, holding the compass, she said, "This is called a compass. Mine is different from others because it was passed down from my ancestor. It can determine the exact location of a ghost based on the magnetic field it emits. And this is..." Before the old woman could finish, the boy interrupted, "I want them all! How much are they?"

"One hundred in total! I'll also give you a book as a gift," the old woman said with a smile.

The boy said, "I'll take it." Actually, he didn't believe the old woman's words; he just felt sorry for her and decided to help her by buying it.

After paying, the old woman took out a piece of red cloth from her back, which looked like it contained a book. She said, "Child, take this. You'll need it later. Don't open it yet; open it when you get home." The boy smiled and put the red cloth, the dagger, and everything else into his spare bag.

The boy said, "Grandma, I'm leaving now, goodbye." The old woman quickly stopped him, "Child, don't rush, don't get on that bus. There's a recently deceased female ghost clinging to the roof; it's the mother of the fruit seller from earlier. You should walk home." The old woman's words gave the boy goosebumps, even though he didn't quite believe it.

Just then, the chubby city management officer seemed to have finished his extortion. He shouted to the boy, "Zhou Qiang, let's go, it's time to go home." Although Zhou Qiang didn't believe the old woman, he didn't get in the car. He thought he should at least respect her; he couldn't just ignore her kind advice right under her nose. He said to the chubby officer, "Brother Liu, this is closer to my home, I'll walk back." The chubby officer didn't say anything more, happily got into the car, and drove towards the restaurant.

Zhou Qiang was humming a song as he walked home when his phone rang. He picked it up: "Hello, oh? What? No way!" It turned out that the van carrying the urban management officers had collided with a large truck on its way to the restaurant. The fat urban management officer died instantly, and the other five were seriously injured. The truck driver turned himself in, saying he hadn't seen the van at the time. ==================================================================================== Chapter Two: Dream - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and organized by

As Zhou Qiang approached the building where the fat city management officer was staying, he heard a woman's loud crying. He thought to himself, "The fat city management officer is cunning and greedy. He deserves to die young. But after all, he has a wife and children at home. How will his family live if he dies?"

The moment he saw the fat city management officer's wife, he regretted his earlier worries. The woman was sitting on the sofa watching TV, with an elderly woman with white hair sitting behind her. The body of the city management officer lay in the lobby, next to an MP3 player with a speaker, from which came the cries he had heard downstairs.

Zhou Qiang walked up to the corpse and bowed deeply three times. "Brother, how can I live with my husband dead?" he cried, completely different from the man who had been intently watching television just moments before.

"Sister-in-law, don't be too sad. My brother left us so suddenly, and I am deeply grieved. Now that he's gone, please take care of yourself." Zhou Qiang's eyes were also red.

"He promised to buy me a new gold ring," the woman said, tears streaming down her face.

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“Sister-in-law, take this two hundred yuan. It’s nothing, but live well. The resettlement allowance from the city will come in a few days, and you can buy a ring.” His words carried a hint of sarcasm. Zhou Qiang walked over to the old woman and said, “Take care of yourself too.” The old woman remained silent. Ah, yes, she’s lost her son; now it’s a case of an elderly person burying their child. Let’s not bother her, Zhou Qiang thought. The woman was clutching the two hundred yuan and didn’t notice Zhou Qiang.

Before leaving, Zhou Qiang still politely comforted his sister-in-law, telling her to take care of herself: "Sister-in-law, please comfort your mother-in-law and don't let her do anything rash."

“My mother-in-law? I’ve never met my mother-in-law since I got married. I heard from Liu Zi that his mother died when he was 15. What are you saying?” The sister-in-law looked puzzled.

"Then just now..." Zhou Qiang didn't finish his sentence; he wasn't stupid. There weren't many people at the funeral; apart from a few people from the urban management bureau carrying the body, there was no one else. But it turned out that quite a few people had come to his house, because rotten fruit and vegetables were scattered all over the ground in front of his house.

After arranging the funeral for the fat city management officer, Zhou Qiang dragged his exhausted body home. He lay on his bed, thinking about the events of the past few days, and eventually fell asleep.

"Child, are you alright?" Zhou Qiang looked towards the voice and saw the old woman he had met on the street a few days ago, smiling at him. "Grandma, what exactly happened a few days ago? Do ghosts really exist?" The old woman remained silent.

“Child, if ghosts really exist, what would you do? What can you do? Humans have their way, heaven has its way, and ghosts have their way. I know that the old woman who sold apples harmed your boss last time.” The old woman paused and continued, “If your boss hadn’t bullied the apple seller that day, things might have turned out differently.”

"So what brings you here today?" Zhou Qiang asked.

“Child,” the old woman said, “there are evil spirits in the world. They did evil in their lives, so they can’t be reincarnated after death. That’s why they have to find someone to die in their place in the mortal world so they can be reincarnated. There are also some evil spirits who don’t want to be reincarnated and will harm anyone they don’t like.” The old woman had been observing Zhou Qiang’s expression. Zhou Qiang gritted his teeth and said, “If only I could wipe out their entire family.” The old woman smiled secretly, as if her plot had succeeded.

“Child, you can destroy them,” the old woman said. Zhou Qiang gasped in surprise. Before Zhou Qiang could speak, the old woman continued, “I am a disciple of the 63rd generation successor of Qi Yi, my name is Le Xi, and my courtesy name is Meng Bin. Our sect specializes in catching ghosts and exorcising demons. Although we have never established a gang like Maoshan or others, our ability to catch ghosts and subdue demons is definitely no less than theirs.” As the old woman spoke, a look of pride appeared on her face.

"I don't think I've ever heard of Qi Yi before? Why doesn't it establish its own sect?" Zhou Qiang was completely baffled.

“Sigh,” the old woman’s expression darkened, “From the third generation of Qi Yi to the 63rd generation, each generation has had no more than three disciples. Do you know why?”

Zhou Qiang shook his head and waited for the old woman to continue.

"Because learning Qi Yi requires a very strong birth chart. Humans have their own way, and ghosts have theirs. From the perspective of Heaven, it's reasonable for ghosts to harm humans, because evil ghosts must harm humans to be reincarnated. It's like a food chain. But it's unreasonable for humans to harm ghosts," the old woman said helplessly.

"Why is it unreasonable?" Zhou Qiang asked, somewhat indignantly.

The old woman turned around, her back to Zhou Qiang, and said, "When a person harms a ghost, the ghost can't be reincarnated. This disrupts the food chain and goes against the natural order. Naturally, those who study Qi Yi will be punished by Heaven. This punishment isn't sudden; it won't kill you. It will follow you throughout your life, perhaps affecting your destiny or your body. Your birth chart and character are suitable for joining our Qi Yi sect. You have seven lives in this life, meaning you'll have seven near-death experiences."

Although he only vaguely understood what was being said, Zhou Qiang smiled smugly upon hearing that he had seven lives. "I'm willing to join the Qi Yi Sect!" Zhou Qiang declared firmly. The old woman turned around, smiling with relief, and said, "Now it's time to test your endurance."

How will you test them?

"Beep beep beep~" The phone rang. Zhou Qiang picked up the phone with his eyes half-open: "How are you going to test me?"

"Testing you? I'm your boss! It's 9:30, are you still at work?" The person on the other end of the phone sounded very angry.

"I'll get you! I quit!" Zhou Qiang began to sober up. It turned out that the dream with the old woman was just a dream, and that dream was too real! ========================================================================================== Chapter 3 of "The Successor of Qi Yi": Cousin and the Ghost Child - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and organized by

Enduring his parents' nagging, Zhou Qiang locked himself in his room. He began to recall the dream, and he wished it were real. He remembered the "things" the old woman had sold him.

Looking at the dagger, compass, rope, oil lamp, and so on, there was nothing particularly special about them. Zhou Qiang suddenly remembered something—there was also a book! He slowly unwrapped the red cloth covering the book, revealing a book with a cover that was tattered beyond recognition. On the cover, three large characters were blurred: "Qi Yi Jing" (The Book of Changes).

Curious, Zhou Qiang opened the book. It read, "For those whose birth date and time indicate a long lifespan, enter my Qi Yi. Imprint the blood of your left middle finger on it, and you can observe the details." Following this were sixty-four handprints that appeared to be signatures. The pages after that were all blank. Zhou Qiang thought, "Does this mean I have to sign it too?" "Fine, I'll sign it," he thought. "What's a little blood compared to that of a real man?" Zhou Qiang grabbed the dagger, carefully made a small cut on his middle finger, and shouted, "The 65th handprint!" before pressing it in. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable burning sensation on his finger. Looking at his fingertip, he saw three small characters deeply imprinted—"Sixty-five."

How amazing! The blank pages were now filled with densely packed text. Zhou Qiang then realized that this was a secret manual. He excitedly began to study it. Given his poor academic performance, his reading ability was indeed lacking; he finished it in half an hour. To be precise, although the book was filled with dense text, only three pages were actually printed. That is, only three pages had text; the rest remained blank.

Zhou Qiang gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, only three pages! Is catching ghosts really that simple?" It seems that the first three pages only briefly introduced some tricks for catching and preventing ghosts.

"Knock, knock, knock." A knock on the door. Zhou Qiang's mother stood outside the door knocking: "Your aunt just called. She said your cousin has a strange illness and seems to be dying. You two have been playing together since you were little, aren't you going to go see your cousin!"

"I'm here." Zhou Qiang got dressed and headed to his cousin's house.

On the way, Zhou Qiang complained, "It's strange. My cousin has been getting run over by cars and bitten by dogs for the past month. What goes around comes around. I've had my bad luck, now it's your turn." He felt a little smug about it.

Zhou Qiang pushed open the door and entered, only to see his aunt weeping uncontrollably beside his cousin's bed. "Aunt, how is my cousin?" Zhou Qiang felt a pang of sorrow seeing his cousin's deathly pale face. "This morning I tried to wake Xiaowei, but I couldn't get him up no matter what I did. At first, I thought he had a fever, but several doctors came and they all said they didn't know what was wrong with him." His aunt sobbed and continued, "My life is so hard. My husband died young, and now my son is dying too. What's the point of me living?" She then banged her head against the bed. Zhou Qiang's mother quickly went to stop her and took her to another room so she could comfort her.

Now, only Zhou Qiang and the dying Xiao Wei remained in the room. Zhou Qiang carefully observed Xiao Wei; he was trembling all over, his brows furrowing intermittently, his face deathly pale, even his eyes were dark-rimmed, and his hands were suddenly reaching downwards as if groping for something. Seeing his usually lively cousin dying, Zhou Qiang could only watch helplessly, tears welling up in his eyes. Zhou Qiang touched Xiao Wei's hand; it was so cold, like a dead person's. Zhou Qiang then touched Xiao Wei's forehead, and suddenly a wisp of white smoke rose from Xiao Wei's head, startling Zhou Qiang, who quickly withdrew his hand. He composed himself, looking at his own right hand, but saw nothing unusual. He placed his hand on Xiao Wei's

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