Daoist has facial paralysis

"Be obedient, you'll get into trouble if you do this," Dongxinan spread his palms as he spoke, glanced at a piece of multicolored glazed glass he had fished up, and raised his eyebrows, "The texture of this piece is not very good."

"Uncle Master, don't get it, okay?" Zhou Yibei, who looked five or six years older than him, looked at him distressedly, "It doesn't matter if I can't see during the day, don't get me the mending stone to cure ghosts. It's..."

"Fool, you can't change anything. Why would my uncle make up your yang deficiency? Otherwise, why would your yang deficiency disappear?" The Southwest Taoist priest smiled and threw away the extremely rare sky-filling stone, and took it off. The jacket walked towards the endless sea of ​​flames again, "I didn't get it for you last time. I have been busy for a few more days to heal your injuries. Seeing that you are not very happy these days, this time uncle can't take back the Heaven-Mending Stone to give you, don't you?" Will you be hungry, Master Uncle?"

"Uncle Master, don't go down," Zhou Yibei stood up, staggered a few steps, passed through the Taoist priest's body and fell to the ground, his face was sickly pale and his eyes were red.

Dongxinan looked at him with a soft-hearted expression, "Be obedient, go back, your soul will not be able to bear it if you continue like this."

"Uncle Master," Zhou Yibei clenched his fists.

Dongxinan looked at him helplessly, "How long did it take you to flow back?"

Zhou Yibei's voice was rough, as if recalling something he didn't want to see, "...17 years."

The head of the Southwest Road put on his clothes one by one, "Is it that early? I thought it would be longer."

Zhou Yibei stood up and drooped his head in pain, his tears couldn't stop falling, "Master...I miss you...don't drive me away, okay? I endured it for two years...I really can't take it anymore... Uncle... I don't want to leave you..."

"Don't cry," Dongxinan stretched out a hand, pierced through a layer of golden light to break the void, and held Zhou Yibei's face to help him wipe away his tears.

Zhou Yibei stared blankly at that hand, his expression frightened, "Uncle, you will be hurt..."

"It's okay," the Taoist priest smiled, and gently pinched his face, "If you want to see the uncle, you can watch it. I will give you all the uncle you want, okay?"

"Uncle Master..." Zhou Yibei's expression became extremely complicated when he heard this sentence, he looked down at the blood-stained hand, choked up so distressed that he couldn't speak, he held his hand and gently licked the blood-stained hand.

The Taoist priest frowned, but didn't take back his hand, "After I left, did someone bully you?"

Zhou Yibei kissed his fingertips, and his tearful smile was strangely bitter, "No, no one dares to bully me..."

"Then don't cry, the people I teach can't cry... people in their thirties, why are they still crying?" The Southwest Taoist priest looked at him, stepped over half a step, and embraced him through the golden light In the arms, the magnetic voice was full of warmth and softness, "It doesn't matter whether I die or not, don't cry like this, at worst, just forget the uncle."

"I can't do it..." Zhou Yibei leaned into his arms, crying until his voice was hoarse, "Master, please don't be so nice to me...I don't want anything to happen to you...I'm the one who caused you..."

The Taoist priest looked at him helplessly, "Life and death are destined, and things that cannot be changed are not your fault."

Zhou Yibei hugged him tightly with sobs, and Dongxinan raised his hand to caress the bony back of the person in his arms. The people came back to him crying.

Suddenly, the blood-stained white jade in his pocket stretched out streaks of light, entangled around Zhou Yibei's body, he tightened his arms, his expression flustered, "Uncle Master..."

"Go back, Uncle Master is here to accompany you, don't be afraid," the Taoist priest rubbed his hair, smiling gently as he watched the man's figure being pulled away by the light thread and disappeared into the ancient jade.

After the man left, the golden light shook the body of the Taoist priest, and he took half a step back from east to west, and was squeezed out from the void. Bai Yu took a look and smiled helplessly. His heart ached from the crying of his nephew, as if he couldn't bear it for a second.Dongxinan sighed, if you really don't have time, uncle should treat you as much as possible... Uncle seems to be reluctant to part with you...do you like it?

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"I think you are spoiled by your uncle, Zhou Yibei... Wangchuan! Big brother! Ask who dares to go down!?" The dragon corpse stood by the Wangchuan River, looking at the stretched out arms or head. Thousands of evil spirits who stopped howling felt their calves trembling, "If you want to do it yourself, I won't accompany you to fish for things that don't have a shadow."

"..." Zhou Yibei frowned, looked up and just saw a wandering soul on the Naihe Bridge who was suddenly dragged off by the evil spirits and fell into the River of Forgetfulness, where it was torn apart and disappeared in an instant.

Dragon Corpse grabbed his hair wanting to cry without tears, "Let's go back, maybe your uncle is already home now..."

"Do you have a rope?" Zhou Yibei asked, turning to look at the dragon corpse.

"What do you want the rope for?" Long Shi's expression changed, this kid wouldn't plan to put me down to catch the ancient book of cloud Gu, would he?

"I want to go down to find ancient books. There is a rope so you can pull me along the shore," Zhou Yibei said, looking down at the evil ghost and dragon corpse below.

Long Shi was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this kid to be so loyal... No, this should be because he was so used to being perverted by the East University that he was not afraid of anything.

"Where is the rope?" Zhou Yibei glanced around.

The dragon corpse continued to silently calculate the pros and cons in his heart. This little ruffian won’t come back, and he probably won’t have much work left. It’s no wonder Dongxinan doesn’t swallow me alive and stew me into dragon soup... how come it’s all over the place Such a master, is there any dragon more miserable than me? ...I need a normal master!Who can pity me at this time, can you give me some humanistic care?How can I be considered a living fossil?help!

"Hey! You two! What are you doing? Why don't you line up?" Hearing a ghost messenger shouting from a distance, Long Shi's heart skipped a beat. Getting caught by a ghost here is no different than Yinshi, where people go out of their way. The Taoist priest said that he could leave if he walked. In a place like the underworld where the souls of the living are not allowed to enter, if you are caught, you will go to hell, and you will never be reborn at that second.With a twitch of his mind, Zhou Yibei was about to run away regardless of the many pulls.

"Hey! Stop here!" The ghost messenger yelled to catch up. What fate...

Master Zhou Xiaodao was not stupid either, the two ran for a distance in a hurry, and there were more ghosts behind them, chasing more and more closely.

The dragon corpse suddenly became confused, Zhou Yibei cast a glance behind him, and pulled him back, "They should stop chasing him..."

"Ah?" Before the dragon corpse could react, it had already been dragged by the young man and jumped into the River of Forgetfulness.