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

In the middle of the night, ghosts were coming and going around Yanjiu, and he felt that his little energy could no longer hold on.

Shang Jing sat leaning on a branch not far away, watching the excitement with great interest.

At this time, another spirit came not far away, but Yanjiu didn't feel anything was different.

Until the spirit body arrived, Yan Jiu looked through the spirit body in a trance and saw a scene an unknown number of kilometers away: a mutilated corpse being beaten.

When Yanjiu came back to his senses, he saw that the spirit body that was just an ordinary spirit was suddenly shrouded in black mist. Yanjiu once thought that he was going to be handed over to this tree.

At this time, a bullet penetrated the spirit body, and Shang Jing strolled over from a short distance away to inspect his achievements.

However, the soul that was supposed to be broken disappeared out of thin air as if something was calling.

Shang Jing: "..." Interesting.

Yanjiu: "..." People nowadays really only know how to catch and kill ghosts, and they are full of hostility.

But he didn't know how to study. The one just now was clearly a ghost. Unless he was buried, he couldn't be killed. Shang Jing, an illiterate man, couldn't kill him.

The ghost ran away, and Shang Jing came to untie Yanjiu's rope.

The moment the rope was loosened, Yan Jiu collapsed on Shang Jing's body.

He really had no energy left after all the hard work. Yanjiu was not a self-improvement person to begin with, and he would never stand still if he could rely on him.

Furthermore, Shang Jing's body... was almost overflowing with spiritual power, which was a great help to someone with a weak soul like Yan Jiu.

Yanjiu now somewhat understood why Tang Monk's meat attracted countless goblins to miss him so much.

Just like himself, he was also a little envious of Shang Jing's luck.

It's a pity, it's a pity that my face is not pretty enough. Shang Jing said that she has average appearance, otherwise she could try to seduce Shang Jing.

Here, Shang Jing hated being in such close contact with others. He originally wanted to slap Yan Jiu away.

But when she lowered her eyes, she saw a pair of Yanjiu's peach blossom eyes, which were watery and looked tired...

With its porcelain-white skin, it looks like some kind of little animal with no one to rely on, pitiful.

Just as he was thinking about it, Yan Jiu lost all strength and slid directly down Shang Jing's body, collapsing to the ground.

Shang Jing didn't take it seriously. He stood next to Yanjiu with his arms folded, lightly kicked Yanjiu's arm with his toes, and said casually:

"Since you fainted, let's just bury you here. I think burying people is quite interesting."

After the words fell for a long time, Yan Jiu remained silent.

Shang Jing squatted down, and his fingertips swept across Yanjiu's cheek, and the place where he touched felt cold.

"It's so boring. I just saw a few ghosts now, and I'm actually cold... It's a good thing you're not dead, otherwise I'd really have to dig a hole and bury you."

……

Yanjiu had a dream.

In the dream, he was very young. For some reason, he missed his footing and fell down the cliff. The branches cushioned his small body and scratched his body.

At only ten years old, Yanjiu felt that he had truly come into contact with death, and even his soul floated out of his body.

At this time, a big fox ran over against the cliff. It was very big, with silver streaks all over its body, and was 2 meters long.

The fox licked Xiao Yanjiu's cheek, and Xiao Yanjiu's soul settled down again.

Later, an old man came from the mountains. The old man hunched over and carried the inkstone back to the small house on the top of the mountain.

The old man's back was warm and his words were funny. Yanjiu even felt kindness in him.

That was a love that Yanjiu had never felt before. Because he didn't have it, it was precious.

In the dream, the fox lost some virtue because of saving Yanjiu, and became a small one again.

But the little fox didn't care and always circled around Yanjiu, looking innocent and natural.

Those years in the mountains are really missed...

Yanjiu gradually woke up from his dream, and his consciousness began to return.

He felt like he was being dragged away very roughly by his collar, which was very uncomfortable.

Yanjiu closed his eyes again, thinking in a daze.

Yes, there aren't that many people who care about him in the world now.

There will no longer be such an old man carrying him from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. After all, his fate with this world is only shallow.

Shang Jing dragged Yan Jiu back to his home. Someone was visiting his yard and the housekeeper was receiving him.

Shang Jing glanced at it lightly, dragging Yanjiu without caring and continued walking until he dragged Yanjiu to the backyard.

He casually threw the inkstone under the peach blossom tree.

Shang Jing ignored it and walked to the bathroom while unbuttoning his shirt.

When Yanjiu opened his eyes again, it was already noon.

There is a large patch of tender pink branches above his head, with peach blossoms falling rustlingly.

The peach petals fell on the body, which was actually very warm, as if all the meridians in the body were being nourished.

Yanjiu looked at Zhiya intently, and could vaguely see a little boy, huddled on a thick branch, revealing a pair of round eyes, looking at him curiously.

……

In the front hall of the Shang family, guests were waiting for several hours.

Shang Jing finally appeared without any guilt.

He sat on the main seat with a gentle smile:

"Uncle Li, why didn't you call me when you came? I've kept you waiting for several hours, so I've been neglecting you."

The so-called Uncle Li didn't dare to expose Shang Jing's neglect, so he could only change the subject and say haha:

"Mr. Shang, I just saw you dragging the youngest son of the Bai family. I thought there was something important, so I didn't dare to disturb you."

Shang Jing touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist with his fingers. He turned his head and asked with a smile: "The youngest son of the Bai family, the one who started the Bai family with talismans?"

Uncle Li looked suddenly enlightened. He patted his mouth and said, "Look, Mr. Shang doesn't know. Forget it, I won't talk about this topic."

Shang Jing's face turned cold: "I would like to hear the details."

Uncle Li wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "The one you dragged back just now is actually not the serious young son of the Bai family. He is an illegitimate child."

Yes, Yanjiu is an illegitimate child.

He had no memory of his mother. According to other accounts, her mother died in childbirth when giving birth to him.

And his father, the head of the Fu Lubai family, a large clan in Yanyang City, had a close relationship with his nameless mother, and that was how he was born.

From the time Yan Jiu could remember, he lived in the corner room of the Bai family.

No one asked, no one watched.

The only person in charge of him was the oldest servant of the Bai family.

It was a grandma who had not read much. Grandma pulled Yanjiu and barely managed to make Yanjiu grow up.

Even Yanjiu went to primary school because her grandmother asked others for help.

Yanjiu is very transparent to the entire Bai family.

When Yan Jiu was a child, he didn't understand why he seemed to have no father even though he had a father.

When Yanjiu was a little older, he understood the concept of illegitimate children.

Not only that, the Bai family is different from ordinary families. This is a monastic family.

Famous for its talismans, it is a large family that warlocks vie to curry favor with.

And such a family respects spiritual power.

In any case, Yanjiu is of the Bai family's blood, but his spiritual power is so low that he can be called nothing. This has never happened to the Bai family.

Therefore, he is not only an illegitimate son, but also an abandoned son.

When Yanjiu was 11 years old, the grandmother who took care of him passed away.

Yanjiu was even more neglected. In the midsummer of that year, he disappeared from the Bai family for a long time.

After that, he didn't show up for a whole year. Of course, others didn't care where such a small child went, whether he was dead or alive.

In the past few years, it seems that Yan Jiu has appeared twice, possibly when he went back to Bai's house to get his ID and apply for a certificate.

No matter how transparent Yanjiu is, he is still a scandal to the big family.

Therefore, the guests who visited Bai's house saw Yanjiu and leaked the photos of Yanjiu.

After dinner, occasionally someone would point their fingers at Yan Jiu, but they were usually contemptuous remarks and few people sympathized with him.

For example, Uncle Li at this time also had a sarcastic mood when narrating the story of Yan Jiu:

"It's his bad fate. The descendants of the Bai family are so capable, how could they tolerate such a waste?"

After finishing speaking, Uncle Li brought the topic to the purpose of his trip:

“Mr. Shang, it’s like this.

My eldest son has been missing for a month and cannot be found.

This Yanyang City respects your Shang family. I wonder if Mr. Shang can help. "