The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Everyone felt that it was Shang Jing who taught Yanjiu behind his back that Yanjiu had "earth-shaking" abilities.

It's because of Shang Jing's connivance that Yanjiu dares to act recklessly.

The illegitimate son used his charming tricks to confuse the uncrowned king of Yan Yang, so he was able to reach the sky in one step.

No matter how much dissatisfaction and unwillingness everyone felt in their hearts, they could only turn into silence.

Because on top of the wall, Shang Jing fully drew his bow again.

You can be sure that whoever dares to say no will be the one who falls next.

With someone supporting him, Yanjiu felt that this feeling was very good, so he became even more unscrupulous.

Yanjiu took out a cup of hot tea from the void again, looked at the ripples in the tea, and said calmly:

"I curse everyone on the field today.

Every night when the moon is full, you will suffer the pain of being burned by fire.

I fell asleep in pain, and a night of nightmares shrouded me, and I felt worse than death as a sacrifice for the fright I had received. "

Saying that, Yanjiu tilted his head and smiled at everyone:

"Look how good I am to you, I just let you sacrifice a night of pain to me.

But Bai Xingzhao...I asked him to sacrifice his life for me. "

After finishing speaking, Yanjiu threw the tea into the air, but the liquid did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, pieced together into obscure incantations.

The spell stayed in mid-air for a moment, and then evaporated into dots of fluorescent light.

This means that the curse is over.

In the silence, only Shang Jing spoke: "Yanjiu, you are so kind."

But as soon as Shang Jing finished speaking, there were screams and screams from the surrounding area.

Because today is the night of the full moon, the curse has been generated.

No one thought that what Yanjiu said casually would come true.

Even cursing one person would take away a lot of ability, let alone so many people.

Although there was nothing around, everyone felt the flames burning their skin, making a sizzling sound, as if the oil under the skin was baked out.

The internal organs were in pain, as if they were about to be cooked, and everyone cried bitterly.

Shang Jing jumped down from the top of the city wall and came to Yanjiu's side.

He stretched out his arms and hugged Yanjiu tightly. It seemed like a hug that had lasted several lifetimes.

Yanjiu raised his eyebrows and comforted Shang Jing: "Don't be nervous, I can handle it. It'll be fine."

Shang Jing rested his chin on Yanjiu's shoulder and said softly:

"I'm not nervous, it's just that you looked so good just now, and I liked it so much.

Afraid that others will like you too. "

Yan Jiu glanced at the crowd in the audience who were in pain and had no image to express, and said in a teasing tone:

"Look who will like me...it's just you who has a strong taste."

Some people in the audience yelled and cursed, and some prayed for Yanjiu to lift the curse. He was willing to do anything for Yanjiu.

However, Yanjiu just poked his head out of Shang Jing's arms, smiling charmingly, like a witch bewitching the king:

“That curse, I can’t undo that curse.

The only way is to kill me, and the curse will be lifted. "

Yanjiu's words were tantamount to tempting others to kill him.

It was more of a vicious tease than a temptation. After all, no one at the scene could kill Yanjiu.

In the end, everyone experienced the pain of burning fire.

Shang Jing picked up Yanjiu and walked away from the crowd in a dignified manner.

Today, Shang Jing was outraged because of Yan Jiu.

……

The moonlight is gradually no longer huge and strange, but somewhat cool.

In the courtyard of Xiangzhao Bookstore.

Yanjiu was lying on the recliner and fell asleep, while Shang Jing was sitting on the pony beside him, whittling a wooden dagger.

Shang Jing suddenly asked: "Are you afraid today?"

Yanjiu couldn't help but chuckle, and then explained:

"There is nothing to be afraid of, Shang Jing. For martial arts practitioners like you, the way to save your life is to practice martial arts more diligently.

But people like us who can't fight have to delve into many ways to save our lives.

In a desperate situation, it is not certain that any of us can survive. "

Shang Jing put his cheek close to Yan Jiu's:

"Then if I'm in danger, will you save me?"

Yanjiu patted Shang Jing's cheek frivolously: "It depends on your performance."

Shang Jing leaned against Yanjiu's ear, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt, and chuckled:

"Then I'll dance and strip for you..."

Yanjiu stretched out two fingers and placed them on Shang Jing's lightly parted lips: "Don't take it off yet."

Shang Jing raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Yanjiu had already taken out his mobile phone and dialed Mrs. Bai’s second phone number:

"Mrs. Bai Er, come to No. 158 Shanyue Road to see Bai Xinglu for the last time."

Mrs. Bai on the other side of the phone was very frightened: "How to get to Shanyue Road?"

Yanjiu said calmly: "As long as you sincerely want to come, just keep moving forward with your eyes closed."

Whatever you set your mind to, it will come true if you do it.

There are many ways to come to Xiangzhao Bookstore on Shanyue Road, but Yanjiu has always believed that the fastest way is to "sincerely".

……

Mrs. Bai was walking with her eyes closed when she suddenly felt a dim light in front of her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in an ancient long street.

The door diagonally opposite is wide open. The lanterns at the door are dimly lit with candles. The four words "Xiangzhao Bookstore" on the door sign next to it are very eye-catching.

Mrs. Bai stepped forward fearfully and cautiously, and saw Yanjiu shaking a porcelain vase hard.

Soon a wisp of ghost shook out from the vase, it looked like a white deer.

Mrs. Bai's eyes were moist, but Bai Xinglu's face was blank, and it was obvious that she didn't remember much about her life.

Yanjiu muttered to himself: "It's okay if you don't remember. If you don't remember, just treat it as if we have settled our grudges. Otherwise, I really wouldn't be willing to send you away like this."

Bai Xinglu looked at Yanjiu with his round eyes, as confused as a newborn child.

Bai Xinglu in the bottle only remembers that when he was in the bottle, he always heard Yanjiu talking, so he still listened to Yanjiu's words.

Yanjiu pointed at Mrs. Bai at the gate, turned to Bai Xinglu and said:

"Say goodbye to that woman at the door, it's time for you to leave, and this life will be over.

I hope we won’t meet each other again in the next life. "

Yanjiu leaned against the doorpost and watched Mrs. Bai leading Bai Xinglu's soul away from her.

Yanjiu wouldn't believe it if Mrs. Bai Er didn't complain or hate herself.

But this world has always been like this, and only the strong can control the right to speak without any worries.

After Bai Xinglu left, the vase in Xiangzhao Bookstore was empty.

Yanjiu released Bai Xingzhao's soul from his sleeve.

Bai Xingzhao stood still, still a little confused. He seemed to have had a very long dream just now.

I dreamed that I was originally going to use the inkstone to sacrifice to the sky, but in the end I was killed by the inkstone. Everything was extremely real and very terrifying.

Bai Xingzhao gathered his thoughts, this dream was really terrible.

He wanted to kill Yan Jiu as soon as possible before anything happened.

However, when Bai Xingzhao turned around, he saw Yanjiu squatting behind him, looking at a vase half a man tall.

At this time, Yanjiu suddenly turned around, smiled at Bai Xingzhao and said:

"How about this vase be your new home from now on? Your cousin just made it available for you."

Seeing Bai Xingzhao lose his mind, Yan Jiu fully understood that the new ghost would be confused for a while.

So Yanjiu reminded Bai Xingzhao: "Brother Xingzhao, you are dead. The cause of death is that I stabbed your heart with a knife."

Bai Xingzhao's soul hurriedly said: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's obviously just a dream."

Yan Jiu said calmly: "It's not a dream, it's a memory from my lifetime."

Bai Xingzhao was in disbelief: "You? How could you kill me?"

As he said that, Bai Xingzhao looked around, only to find that he was completely unfamiliar: "Where is this? What the hell is this place."

Yanjiu was still tinkering with his vase, and without looking back he said to Bai Xingzhao:

"This is indeed a ghost place. I wonder if you have heard of Xiangzhao Bookstore."

Bai Xingzhao said nonchalantly: "Xiangzhao Bookstore, Mr. Xiangzhao... what does it have to do with you?"

After Yanjiu wiped the dust off the porcelain bottle with a rag, he finally stood up with satisfaction. He turned to Bai Xingzhao's soul:

"The relationship is quite close, because I am Mr. Xiangzhao.

Okay, your new home has been sorted out, no need to dwell on it. "

When Bai Xingzhao's soul was in shock, Yanjiu had already pulled Bai Xingzhao's soul and put it into the vase.

During the whole process, Shang Jing looked on with smiling eyes.

Quite like appreciating a work of art, he watched Yan Jiu shuttle through Xiangzhao Bookstore... and then put Bai Xingzhao into the vase.

However, Yan Jiu had just sent Bai Xingzhao away not long ago.

Then Luan Qiu ran in panting:

"Yanjiu, Yanjiu, my master is missing."

Yanjiu narrowed his eyes, stood up and went to the door to greet Luan Qiu:

"Slow down, what's going on?"

Luan Qiu used his hand to follow the breath in his chest and said intermittently:

"Master originally went to Cihang Temple to debate scriptures, but the debate has ended and we have been unable to contact Master."