there is someone behind me

After Zhou Ling learned that Zixiao Mountain was funded by the state with a dazed expression, he couldn't help making an equation in his mind.

Zixiao Mountain = state-owned enterprise

A strong sense of disobedience lingers in my heart. What about trusting Marx and Lenin?What about materialism?So many years of approaching the science column is actually the country stepping in to cover up the truth?

That's probably it.Zhou Ling looked up at the sky, and suddenly saw a black shadow flying out from the halfway up Zixiao Mountain.

On a paper kite with a picture of a vicious ghost painted on it, Xuan Xiaozi shouted angrily: "Get out and eat!"

Everyone in the valley: "..."

The tool spirit transformed by the paper kite rolled his eyes. The head master has to study new dishes every ten days and half a month. Once he studies new dishes, he has to rush down the mountain to catch his disciples and grandchildren. How can he not give up after all these years? Woolen cloth?Alas, it is cool to be a mount for the master, but he is a kite. Although the pattern is not in line with the aesthetics of ordinary people, shouldn't the kite be the standard equipment for little girls?Even if there is no little girl in Zixiao Mountain, isn't there still such a beautiful boy as the little elder who is prettier than a girl?The kite should match the beautiful boy instead of the stubborn old man.

No one knew what the kite spirit was thinking, only the mountain eagle stared at the kite, raised its head and called twice, both to show off and to threaten: Since those cranes left, the little elder's imperial mount is Shanying, you ugly monster Kites don't try to grab the position.

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The bell tower next to the Taichu Palace rang a distant bell, and the evening classes began every day.

The evening class started with Buxu Yun. Did Zhou Ling do an evening class and stood at the forefront of the disciples? In recent years, when the outer disciples who came up to the mountain stepped into the Taichu Palace, they all looked at Zhou Ling curiously. The master had to remind the disciples to restrain their expressions by clearing their throats.

Ling Xiaozi lit a stick of incense casually and put it on the incense burner outside the main hall. Instead of doing evening class, he returned to Lintiantai with his sword in his arms.Xuan Xiaozi waved his hand and let him go.As a younger brother of his, accidents happened as soon as he was in evening class, either the beam was cracked, or the idol was crying.It seems that the gods in the sky dare not accept his gift.Ling Xiaozi didn't even do such a thing as licking sesame oil, because the previous master, their master Tai Xuzi was afraid that if Ling Xiaozi went to add sesame oil, all the statues in the hall would fall down.

Zhou Ling also thought of Ling Xiaozi's strange physique at this moment. It stands to reason that his little uncle is much rarer than him, right?How awesome, gods dare not eat his offerings.

Everyone lined up neatly, and the sound of bells and chimes sounded, and Zhou Ling started to tune: "The avenue is mysterious and empty, and there is no lack of agreement." Before the last word of agreement was sung, the statue of Haotian God in the middle suddenly tilted forward.

The Zixiao Mountain Gate people who were waiting for the chorus were stunned.

So did Zhou Ling himself.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Qi Chenzi pulled Zhou Ling aside, only to see the huge gilded god statue fell on the altar with a "boom", and the burning lamp was smashed to the ground. Fortunately, the blue brick floor is not easy to burn. The small flames that rose were also extinguished by Xuan Xiaozi's rain praying talisman.

Liu Chenzi looked at Zhou Ling, and murmured: "It's weird, are all born spirits so evil? Isn't this just a copy of my little uncle?"

Xuan Xiaozi looked at the flooded hall and was stunned for a few seconds. Although he threw the talisman at that time, Xuan Xiaozi felt dizzy when he thought of the reason for the talisman.Isn't one Ling Xiao enough?Why is there another one?Wait, was Linger like this before?

Qi Chenzi obviously thought of the same question as Xuan Xiaozi, and asked in confusion, "Little senior brother, why did you suddenly get infected with little senior uncle's disease?"

Zhou Ling: "..." He doesn't know?Is it because of that?No, it’s not like that, can there be problems with the last car?

The confused Zhou Ling told everyone with his expression that he didn't know anything, so don't ask him.

Xuan Xiaozi asked Tong Yuzi to take Zhou Ling away first, while he organized his disciples to clean the main hall of Taichu Palace.

Tong Yuzila asked Zhou Ling a lot of concern this week, "Did you get scared?" "Did you get splashed by the fragments of the lamp?" "Is there any discomfort?"

After getting a series of "no" from Zhou Ling, he turned and left.

Taking advantage of Xuan Xiaozi's inattention, Xi Chenzi left behind his apprentices Sun Yiping and Qinghe, and slipped out with Ren Zhenzi, and when he met Tong Yuzi on the way, he also packed them away.The Yuntai trio found a corner and began to exchange doubts.

Ren Zhenzi: "The little elder even lit lamps for the gods when he was young, and nothing happened."

Tong Yuzi nodded: "It's not like I didn't do morning and evening classes before, and everything was fine, but this time I came back...could it be the stick of incense from the little master?"

Xi Chenzi frowned and shook his head: "The incense has been put into the incense burner outside the main hall, don't be distracted at all, if the statues in the hall can still feel the reverence of the incense burner, there are many young masters." Pious. Doesn't look like him like that."

Tong Yuzi: "...Master, you just said that the little master is disrespectful."

Xichenzi: "It's okay, the gods in the sky don't seem to want the awe of our elder Fengjian, so they won't blame us. By the way, what Ren Zhenzi said before, the golden light of merit on Ling'er, let's talk about it in detail." Because Xi Chenzi and Tong Yuzi are also equivalent to the people who raised Zhou Ling, they are also used to calling Linger Linger in private.

Ren Zhenzi said: "The little elder's causal line is mixed with a very thin golden light of merit, which almost flashes by. But when the golden light of merit is shining, all the nearby causal lines avoid it. So I Boldly assume that the golden light of merit can suppress the causal line of the little elder."

Tong Yuzi was puzzled: "Then what does this have to do with today's incident where the idol fell?"

Qi Chenzi said: "It doesn't matter. The matter of the statue must have something to do with the little uncle. I just suddenly remembered that Ling'er has been with the little uncle for two days since he came back? Has any of you watched the two of them?" When we are together, the causal line on Linger?"

Both Tong Yuzi and Ren Zhenzi shook their heads.

Xi Chenzi gave a heads-up alone: ​​"Let you all observe carefully, relax when you come back, and relax when you come back." After knocking on the apprentice and grandson, Xi Chenzi continued: "I saw that when the little uncle was close to Ling'er , the causal line in Linger's body is hidden, I remember that they were not like this when they were young."

Another "it wasn't like this when I was a kid".

"So—" Xi Chenzi stared at Ren Zhenzi and asked, "What did they do down the mountain?"

Ren Zhenzi thought for a long time, but he really didn't know what the two of them did: "They... share the same room."

Tong Yuzi said: "When Ling'er was fifteen or sixteen years old, he often slept with the little master, that's not the problem."

Xi Chenzi: "Think about it carefully."

Ren Zhenzi pondered for a long time, hesitantly said: "Could it be, two people kissed?"

Tong Yuzi's eyes widened, and Qi Chenzi called out directly: "What? Kissed? How? What kind of kiss?"

"It was after the little elder fell into the water, the little master sent his true energy to him." Ren Zhenzi explained hastily.

Xi Chenzi let out an "oh" and calmed down.After a while, he said: "It may be that the true breath confuses the target, making the idol think that the little master is doing evening classes." This explanation is a bit far-fetched, but it barely makes sense.Inhuman ghosts and ghosts never use looking to identify things.

Ren Zhenzi saw that the master was shaking off his sleeves and was about to withdraw, he hurriedly said: "Master, let's go find a place this time, no, to retrieve the relics of Grandmother Hanxiu, do you want to bring the little elder? Those who robbed people's relics The guy must not be a good person, let's take the little elder and try to see if we can bring back some golden light of merit?"

After thinking about it, Xi Chenzi decided that it was feasible, so he unilaterally decided to pack Zhou Ling away.

On the other side, Zhou Lingfa in the room was stunned for a while, and decided to go to the little master to chat about the statue.The Lintian Terrace was at the highest point of the main peak of Zixiao Mountain, and it was getting late, so Zhou Ling was naturally displeased with climbing it by himself, so he got nearby materials and called out the kite of the master Xuan Xiaozi.

The tool spirit transformed into a kite is a melancholy and slender black-haired man with a scary mask on his face, but the half-shaped minibus that is exposed is very beautiful.Because the painting on his body is a little ghost, it is inevitable that the whole tool spirit is a little dark, if you don't pay attention, it is easy to be regarded as a ghost.

Zhiyuan was very happy that Zhou Ling called him, and patted his chest to promise that he would send the little elder up steadily.

The mountain wind provided the kite with a good take-off practice, and the prototype unfolded with a whoosh, and the kite carried Zhou Ling to the Lintiantai.

The higher you go, the stronger the wind.Of course, the wind felt by the people of Zixiao Mountain is actually a kind of Gang Qi.Once there are non-Zixiaoshan species flying over, the strong qi will immediately tear them apart.

On the rooftop, a log cabin is isolated there.The candles in front of the house burned steadily, and the candles showed no signs of being flickered by the wind.

The arrival of the paper kite spirit touched the golden bell hanging in front of the house. Amidst the crisp bell, Ling Xiaozi walked out of the wooden house and saw Zhou Ling boldly standing up from the back of the paper kite and wanting to jump down.

Ling Xiaozi's pupils shrunk, and he moved faster than he thought. He ran forward a few steps, opened his hands, and embraced Zhou Ling.

Zhou Ling stretched out his hand and pushed, and jumped out of his junior uncle's arms: "I'm not a teenager, and I can't fall from this height."

Ling Xiaozi looked at Kong Luoluo's hands, and said, "What's the difference between you and when you were a child?"

Zhou Ling didn't intend to quarrel with them on this issue. Anyway, everyone on the mountain always thought he was still a child.He took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed in the house, and sat cross-legged: "Little uncle, guess what happened to me during my evening class today?"

Ling Xiaozi looked indifferent: "What did you encounter?"

Zhou Ling made a movement of falling forward, and said: "I just raised Bu Xuyun's head, and the statue of Emperor Haotian fell down with such a 'boom'."