The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 283, Desire
"Last week, the title of the composition assigned by the teacher was about what kind of person my father is. Do you know how I write it!"

Huang Zhibin on the side looked a little excited and said: "The fat father is a successful big boss, the thin father is a bank executive, Fang Fang's father is a traffic policeman, Ma Ma's father is even a criminal policeman, and has been arrested and murdered." What about me? What is my father, who bullied the neighbors in the neighborhood, and deserved to be cast aside like this after death!"

Just when Huang Zhibin wanted to continue talking with excitement, he saw the transparent figure beside Li Yu, and his face suddenly became stiff.

"This... what is this?"

"What do you think, he is what you think, you should have the answer in your heart, don't you?" Li Yu smiled lightly, Huang Zhibin has a spiritual physique, and he can also gain spiritual vision for a short time under the resonance of seeing through.

Huang Zhibin saw it.

Bai Yefen did the same, and murmured: "Master, is there anything beside us? I always feel that there is something beside me."

I don't know if it's the induction of the original owner, or the ghost can be felt with the eyes of the mind, but Bai Yefen also felt it slightly, and there was an extra foreign object beside her.

Only Wang Die looked confused at first, and then said a little excitedly.

"Son, what did you see"

"I, I saw an uncle with yellow hair and a mole on the corner of his mouth."

Huang Zhibin described the scene in front of him with a confused face, his body trembling, he didn't know if it was from fear or other emotions.

Wang Die was about to cry, and said excitedly.

"Did you see that"

"This is your father."

In Huang Zhibin's eyes, the yellow hair in front of him kept repeating a sentence.

"Did we win?"

Li Yu took out the Soul Lamp, and at once, Bai Yefen and Wang Die could intuitively know that there was indeed a person in front of them.

A wandering soul, a soul without intelligence, the lowest level of brainless wandering soul.

Time has erased his memory, but not his obsession.

"We, have we won?"

"What did he mean by winning?" At first, Huang Zhibin was a little afraid of the [ghost] in front of him, but then he realized that this ghost could not affect him in any way, except for repeating a sentence, he did nothing. Yes, like a repeater.

Li Yu looked at the wandering soul in front of him and said, "You know your father, don't you?"

"Do all kinds of evil to those people." Huang Zhibin's answer was obviously that he didn't like them.

"Then do you know, what are they all for?"

Facing Li Yu's question, Huang Zhibin answered without hesitation: "They are preaching every day."

The corner of Li Yu's mouth twitched. This line really hasn't changed a bit for decades. I used to say the same set of words when I was studying, and some little bears chanted it every day.

Sure enough, even if the times have changed, the little brats will not change. Listening to the lines is very embarrassing
"Then what do you think is the reason for your father?"

"Is it because of money? Because of beautiful women?" Huang Zhibin was slightly puzzled.

"So, at the end of his life, is he rich or beautiful? Oh, your mother doesn't count."

"I do not know."

Li Yu turned to look at Wang Die and said.

"Do you know? Before he died, what did Huang Zhibin get through his identity as a gangster? Did he get money? Or a beautiful woman."

After Wangdie thought for a moment, she shook her head and said.

"He has nothing. He rents in the lowest part of the city. He has no savings at all. He likes to get drunk very much. All his money should be spent on tobacco and alcohol."

"Yes, that is to say, he has nothing, so what do you think he is trying to figure out?" Li Yu patted Huang Zhibin on the shoulder.

Huang Zhibin also faced the wandering soul in front of him.

This wandering soul who looks very [weak] is precarious, drifting away at any time, a man who repeats a sentence in his mouth.

Huang Zhibin didn't know what he was doing.

"Maybe it's because he doesn't do well, there are bad people in every industry, right?" Huang Zhibin murmured.

"Little kid really knows a lot, and he also knows that there are winners and losers in every industry." Li Yu laughed, and then his eyes calmed down, and said: "From what I understand, he has never used his skills. Identity, to obtain something, to fulfill your own desires, do you think that a gangster whose purpose is desires will come forward and help your mother win it from someone with greater power?"

Li Yu looked at Huang Mao who kept repeating a sentence, and said calmly.

"He did have a desire and a purpose, so that the success or failure of this desire, even after so many years of death, he still remembers and forgets everything. He keeps repeating this sentence. Did he win? Who was fighting and what was won.”

Did you win?
What exactly won.

Huang Zhibin was suddenly curious.

He never thought about it.

What kind of attitude did my 'father' go there with?

What he gained and what he lost.

"Hey, why are you? Isn't it good to sing and work with my mother?" Huang Zhibin yelled at the transparent wandering soul: "My mother said that you play the guitar very well, and you can stay with her in the bar." Singing, why do you want to go back! Abandon me and my mother, and go back to that ghostly place!"

This yelling seemed to be venting.

Vent Huang Zhibin's emotions over the years.

As if he heard Huang Zhibin's words, the thin and cowardly young man with yellow hair didn't repeat those words.

He just looked at Huang Zhibin with still dull eyes.

Looking at the children left behind before his death.

At this time, the face of the youth appeared in front of Li Yu.

Name: Liu Guanglong
Sex: Male
Race: Human (wandering soul)

Remarks: Insufficient information about the soul body, unable to analyze, severe memory loss, only the deepest obsessive memory fragments are still there.

"It's enough that the memory fragments in the deepest part of my heart are still there." Li Yu picked up the white wine glass.

Sprinkle the liquor directly on the grave.

"I would like to toast you with this wine first." Li Yu said with a serious expression.

Bai Yefen was stunned for a moment, thinking that Li Yu was such a god, why should he toast a glass of wine to this person?
To this little bastard, who is as humble as dust.

Li Yu's spiritual power turned, using liquor as a medium to activate the water mirror.

(End of this chapter)