70s rebirth daily

Facing Xu Shujian's anxious expression, Song Fengchen was stunned for a moment.

Who?

Zhou Lan?

The next moment, he came back to his senses: "When did it happen?"

"I'm not very clear. The students in her class said that they haven't seen her since yesterday afternoon..." Teacher Zhou flushed anxiously, tears streaming down her face.

In other words, Zhou Lan has been missing for twenty hours so far.This has never happened since she fled back to the capital.

Teacher Zhou was afraid that something would happen to Zhou Lan again, otherwise how could she be worthy of her parents who died of depression.

"Yesterday afternoon?" Song Fengchen frowned slightly.

In other words, after Zhou Lan accompanied him around the school, there was no news from anyone.

He asked, "Didn't she come home?"

Teacher Zhou's mouth kept trembling: "My house is small and can't accommodate so many people, so I can only let her live outside, so I don't know if she went home yesterday afternoon."

"Ms. Liu and the others have already helped to report the case to the Public Security Bureau. We searched all the places she usually goes to, but we couldn't find her."

It was Xu Shujian who spoke, and he looked hopeful: "I was just thinking, is there any way you can help find her."

Song Fengchen glanced at the anxious Teacher Zhou, and calmly said, "There is a way..."

Teacher Zhou's eyes suddenly widened, and she looked up at Song Fengchen. She opened her mouth and was so excited that she couldn't speak.

"How about this," Song Fengchen thought for a while, "I'll go home and get some things first, and Mr. Zhou will accompany me to Zhou Lan's residence later."

Although he didn't understand what Song Fengchen's method was, Mr. Zhou, who was eager to find someone, nodded and said with a choked voice, "Okay."

Zhou Lan lived in a tube building less than two kilometers away from Capital University. With trembling hands, Teacher Zhou took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, found one of them and opened the door.

In a small single room of less than fifteen square meters, except for the bed and desk, there is very little room to stand.

"It's here." Teacher Zhou turned his body sideways and let Song Fengchen in.

Song Fengchen took off the package on his back, threw it on the bed, and groped on the bed for a while, finally found three hairs.

Seeing this, Teacher Zhou vaguely sensed what method Song Fengchen was talking about, and a look of astonishment and surprise flashed across her face.

Sure enough, after Song Fengchen wrapped his hair around his thumb, he opened the package on the bed, and what he saw was a pile of messy things, straw, compass, cinnabar, talisman paper...

He picked up a cloth bag and handed it to Mr. Zhou with a handful of straws: "This is for you. Find seven families with different surnames, ask for a cup of rice, and throw seven straws into the cloth bag for each cup."

Having said that, he paused, and considering the actual situation, he added: "White flour is also fine."

After all, the staple food of northerners is all kinds of pasta, and most people don't have rice in their homes.

Teacher Zhou stared at Song Fengchen closely, making sure that the other party was not joking with her, and thinking of Zhou Lan who had been missing for so long, she gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay.

Xu Shujian immediately said, "I'll go with you."

Half an hour later, the two came back with a small bag of white noodles, knocked on the door, and the room seemed to have changed. All the seats and objects were covered with a layer of white cloth, and three talisman papers were pasted in the center of the four walls.

"Mr. Song—" Teacher Zhou withdrew his suspicious gaze, and hurriedly handed back the cloth bag in his hand to Song Fengchen.

"Okay." After taking the bag, Song Fengchen reached out and took out 49 straws, and then pulled out a red rope. With his fingers flying, a straw man the size of a palm appeared in his hand.

After finishing this, he pulled out a piece of hair wrapped around his thumb, kneaded it into a ball, slipped his fingertips, and when he let go, all the hair that had turned into powder fell into the cloth bag. After he reached out his hand to mix the flour and hair evenly, He took out a pen and paper, and looked back at Teacher Zhou: "Report Zhou Lan's birthday."

Teacher Zhou quickly said: "1956, the eighth day of the fourth lunar month, according to the lunar calendar." She thought for a while, "it seems to be born around ten o'clock in the morning."

Song Fengchen pinched his fingers, picked up a pen and wrote on the yellow paper: Bingshen, Guisi, Jiashen, Jisi.

After finishing writing, he stuffed the yellow paper into the stomach of the straw man, and then put the straw man on the bed.

He looked back at Mr. Zhou and Xu Shujian: "Back to the white circle."

Following Song Fengchen's line of sight, the two looked down, only to find that there was a circle drawn with lime powder on the ground.

The two did so.

Song Fengchen turned around, picked up the cloth bag, grabbed three handfuls of white noodles and threw them into the air.

Dust came all over the sky, and when Teacher Zhou and the two subconsciously covered their mouths and noses, Song Fengchen picked up a three-clear bell and shouted: "Qingqing Lingling, my heart is Bingding. Look at the South Dipper on the right, and the seven stars on the left. I can Hunyuan, heaven and earth happened—"

As soon as the words fell, the three talisman papers pasted on the four walls shot out a golden light one after another. Wherever the light went, it seemed that the air had stopped flowing.

Only then did Teacher Zhou realize that the dust flying all over the sky seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and within the white circle, there was a clear sky.

At this moment, the straw man lying on the bed suddenly stood up.

In the dead silence, Song Fengchen's voice came: "The man is still alive."

Before Mr. Zhou could catch his breath, there was a 'ding bell', and the dust that had been stagnant in the air suddenly flowed. Between the interlacing of light and shadow, Mr. Zhou's eyes blurred. When he fixed his eyes and looked again, it seemed that the world had changed .

Surrounded by crowded crowds, they couldn't hear a single sound, and everything they saw was black and white, only the three of them had distinct colors. In a trance, Teacher Zhou thought he had entered the TV.

There was another 'ding bell' sound, a white line appeared under her feet, and the still picture began to move frame by frame.

——The flow of people fell backwards quickly, and they were motionless, but shuttled through the crowd along the white line.

After about half a minute, the picture stopped suddenly. Teacher Zhou looked up and saw a train. The people sitting on the train got half of their body out of the window, desperately waving goodbye to relatives and friends who were seeing them off.

Amidst the crowds, with just one glance, Teacher Zhou saw Zhou Lan sitting on the seat of the carriage with a dazed expression through the gap.

At this moment, the train started to move slowly.

"Xiao Lan—" Teacher Zhou shouted anxiously, subconsciously running after her.

But she didn't want to take less than two steps, as if there was a barrier in front of her, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't take another step forward.

Watching the train go farther and farther, Teacher Zhou desperately slapped the void, "Xiao Lan, Xiao Lan..."

Accompanied by shouts, the originally vivid and realistic picture became blurred little by little, and at the moment when the space was distorted, Song Fengchen sneered: "Stop!"

"boom--"

After a bang, the world returned to its original point.

The momentary slack eyesight slowly focused, Teacher Zhou came back to her senses, and what came into view was a white wall. She stood in the corner with her hands resting on the wall.

She turned her head abruptly: "Mr. Song—"

The white noodles suspended in the air fell down one after another.

"Bingshi to Yuanzhou?" Song Fengchen panted heavily, because the train was moving too fast, and his spells couldn't keep up.

"What?" Teacher Zhou realized later that Song Fengchen was talking about the number of the train that Zhou Lan was on.

However, Yuanzhou?

Her face was full of disbelief, why did Zhou Lan go back to that ghostly place?

Something is wrong!

Song Fengchen carefully recalled Zhou Lan's appearance on the train, and always felt that her expression was a little unnatural, as if she was being controlled by someone——

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he touched the two remaining hairs on his thumb, fortunately he was on guard.

He immediately said, "Mr. Zhou, I'm afraid I have to trouble you with something."

Almost blurting out, Teacher Zhou said, "Mr. Song, what do you say?"

……

After rearranging the venue, Song Fengchen added a handful of cinnabar to the cloth bag. Teacher Zhou stood beside him, with a red rope tied to each foot and a hair under his tongue.

'Dingling——' the moment the bell rang, a white light flashed.

Teacher Zhou swallowed, opened his eyes cautiously, and the world changed again.

She was standing in the aisle of the train carriage, the window was bright red, and the people or things around her had the same color as her, but she still couldn't hear the slightest sound.

At this moment, someone pushed her hard from behind, she staggered to stand still, and looked back.

A middle-aged man glared at her, raised his left hand and pointed straight ahead, his mouth kept moving, and he kept spitting on her face.

All of a sudden, all the passengers in the carriage looked towards them.

Teacher Zhou was stunned for a moment, and immediately moved away to make way for the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man walked away cursing.

Teacher Zhou's heart relaxed, and she suddenly remembered the business. Her eyes fell on the white line that spread to the next carriage, and she ran over.

……

"Buy a train ticket to Yuanzhou." In front of the ticket window, Zhou Lan said in a daze.

"Yuanzhou?" The conductor didn't raise his head, and he said with care, "Letter of introduction, two yuan and eighty cents."

With her right hand stiff, Zhou Lan slowly took out three yuan and a piece of paper from her pocket and handed them over.

The conductor opened the introduction letter and saw that it was blank. She immediately raised her head with an angry face: "I said what's wrong with you..."

The moment the conductor met Zhou Lan's eyes, the voice stopped abruptly, and she said in a daze, "Okay, I'll do it for you."

After finishing speaking, she picked out a book from a pile of small books on the desk, opened it and tore off a train ticket, then opened the drawer and put the three yuan given by Zhou Lan in it, and took out [-] cents, together with the train ticket Hand it back to Zhou Lan together with the blank letter of introduction.

Following the flow of people, Zhou Lan got on the train.

At this time, she vaguely heard a shout: "Xiao Lan——"

This is--

Big sister's voice!

She blinked and suddenly came back to her senses.But just as she followed the sound, the train started to move.

train?

and many more.

Zhou Lan's eyes widened. How could she be on the train? Suddenly, she stood up from her seat.

Then, a wave of dizziness hit her heart, and with a plop, she sat back in her seat.

sleepy!

What was she thinking just now?

Zhou Lan blinked, and told her intuitively that what she just thought was very important to her, but the drowsiness in her mind became more and more serious. Just when she was about to be unable to resist the attack of drowsiness, the sound came again in her ear. Let me say: "Xiao Lan——"

Zhou Lan's heart skipped a beat, she raised her head, just in time to see Teacher Zhou rushing over.

She quickly reached out to support Teacher Zhou, and almost blurted out: "Sister, why are you here?"

Teacher Zhou looked nervous: "I still want to ask you, why did you get on the train to Yuanzhou without saying a word?"

"To Yuanzhou?" Hearing the name of the place, Zhou Lan almost turned blank subconsciously.

At this moment, Song Fengchen's voice suddenly came from my ear: "As expected, I guessed correctly, she was controlled by someone."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Lan shook his head vigorously, looking extremely sleepy, and his eyes gradually lost their light.

"Mr. Song, what should we do now?" Mrs. Zhou was flustered and raised his head to look around.

"Don't mess around, listen to me," Song Fengchen said in a deep voice, "First untie the red string on your left foot and tie it to her right foot."

"Okay, okay." Teacher Zhou hurriedly followed suit.

"Now put your hand on her neck."

Teacher Zhou quickly put his hand away.

"Move down ten centimeters, grab, pull—"

Listening to Song Fengchen's order, Mr. Zhou grabbed and pulled at the void.

She withdrew her hand, and there was a human-shaped note filled with words between her fingers.

"Tear it off."

Without further ado, Teacher Zhou tore the note into shreds.

Yuanzhou, Xu Family Village.

Seeing the young Taoist priest lift the curtain and come out of the room, the head of Xujia Village's production brigade immediately greeted him: "Taoist priest, how are things going?"

The young Taoist priest, that is, He Duanfeng, glanced at the old captain and said, "The evil is already in Bingshi, and he just got on the train to Yuanzhou, and he will be here at noon tomorrow at the latest."

"Okay, okay." The old captain's heart sank more than half, "I entrust the lives of people No. 210 in my Xujia Village to Mr. He. When it is done, every household in my Xujia Village will definitely set up a longevity card for everyone in Xujia Village. worship."

Upon hearing this, He Duanfeng showed a smile on his face, "Don't worry, the old captain. Eliminating evil, defending the way, and saving people from danger is the duty of our generation of monks. We only need to wait for that evil obstacle to arrive..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The old captain, who was about to continue to compliment He Duanfeng, raised his head and was stunned when he met He Duanfeng's frowning: "Master Daoist, what's wrong?"

He Duanfeng looked back at the room behind him, and said, "The enchantment spell I cast on that evil barrier was broken by someone."