The days when I was forced to be a magic stick

"It's just leaving the soul." Mr. An mentioned it before, probably the other party didn't pay attention, Yan An stood up, "Put Lele on the sofa first."

Jiang Wenwen put Lele on the sofa vacated by Grandpa Yan with gentle movements.

She didn't know what Lihun was. Although the name sounded scary, but Yan An said it lightly and looked very relaxed, so she just thought it was a trivial problem.

It is indeed easy for a celestial master with real skills to deal with the soul-leaving disease, and he doesn't even need to do it himself, but if he doesn't do anything, the result will be terrible.

After leaving the soul for seven days, if the soul does not return to the body, the body will die and the soul will disappear.In the customs left by the ancestors, there is a saying of the first seven, which is to send the soul of the dead. After the body dies, the soul cannot return to the body, and it will naturally go to the place it should go after seven days.

When Jiang Wenwen found Mr. An, he indicated that Lele had been missing for five days, including today, it was already the sixth day.

Yan An looked at the little boy on the sofa, his white and tender cheeks were puffy, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was asleep.

He lit three sticks of incense and stuck them outside the gate, and then handed Jiang Wenwen an unused piece of red rope, "Sister Jiang, when I call you later, tie this rope to Lele's hand. "

Jiang Wenwen took the rope and nodded solemnly.

While Yan An was doing this, Grandpa Yan stopped watching TV, and sat on the other side of the sofa watching nervously.

Yan An retreated to Grandpa's side, "Sister Jiang, hold Lele's hand and call him by his name, until I remind you later."

What he has to do now is to help Lele's soul find its way back to its body.

Jiang Wenwen did as soon as he heard it, and shouted eagerly, "Lele, come back quickly, mom is here!"

"Don't be afraid, Lele, come back soon! Mom will buy you delicious and fun things!" She shouted and looked up at the open door from time to time.

Half an hour later, Jiang Wenwen's voice was a little hoarse, Yan An hadn't stopped, and Lele hadn't woken up yet.However, Jiang Wenwen did not dare to stop.

Yan An looked at the pitch-black night outside the door, feeling a little uncertain.

After a while, a child holding a plush toy appeared far outside the door. Compared with the solid body when Yan An saw him last time, his body was already somewhat transparent at this time.It is the soul of Lele!

"Sister Jiang, keep shouting." He said in a low voice.

Jiang Wenwen's hoarse voice became louder again as if he heard some signal.

Yan An watched Lele's ghost wandering outside the door, he seemed to have no consciousness, and circled blindly around Yinhunxiang.

Fortunately, it was only the sixth day, before the last step, Lele's soul wandered for a while, and finally returned to her body.

"Sister Jiang!"

Yan Anduo didn't need to say anything, this time Jiang Wenwen fastened the red rope quickly.After finishing, she raised her head and asked, "Master Yan, is Lele back?"

"Yeah." Yan An nodded, "You should wake up if you scream again."

Jiang Wenwen immediately lowered his head and shouted softly after hearing this.

Behind him, Grandpa Yan poked Yan An's back, "Why do you look like a great dancer? It's mysterious." At least I could still see the movement last night.Although he has a good relationship with Mr. An, it was the first time he saw the practice last night.

What Yan An could do, he was helpless.

"Lele!" The surprised female voice attracted the two's attention.

Yan An looked over and saw that Lele had gradually woken up. Rubbing his eyes with his fleshy little hands, he let his mother hug him in a daze and kissed him again and again. His eyes were half-opened and he yelled softly, " Mom, there are bad people."

"Lele, mother's good boy." Jiang Wenwen choked up and kissed the child's forehead, "Don't be afraid, mother has already beaten the bad guys away, no one dares to bully us, Lele."

People who have experienced symptoms of leaving the soul usually have unstable souls, especially children. In line with the principle of helping others to the end, Yan An advised, "Don't take off the red string in your hand, tie it for a few days, and wait until you buy a suitable one." A gold lock or a silver bracelet will be exchanged."

"Lele's situation is special. Ordinary gold locks and silver rings probably won't work." He thought for a while, "Well, leave a call and I'll ask Mr. An tomorrow." Mr. An is also an old man in the circle, so he should have connections .

Jiang Wenwen is very convinced of Yan An now, and he will do what the other party says. He doesn't feel that Yan An is cheating her of money. Instead, he thinks that Yan An is a warm-hearted and good person, and his eyes are red with gratitude, "Master Yan, please."

Yan An smiled indifferently, he happened to be going to find Mr. An tomorrow, and it was just a matter of raising his hand.

"Master Yan, this is my wish, please accept it." Jiang Wenwen put the child on the sofa, took out a card from his handbag, stretched out his hands and handed it to Yan An, "It's all my part-time job. Yes, not much."

Although the tone is a little embarrassed, but the expression is serious.Yan An saw that she was sincerely thanking her, but he couldn't accept it.

After he refused, Jiang Wenwen still didn't give up, and couldn't help turning his eyes to Grandpa Yan who was watching the excitement. Grandpa Yan quickly straightened his head and pretended to be watching TV.

"Sister Jiang, I'm helping you to see Lele's cuteness. If you insist on giving money, the nature of this matter will be different." Yan An talked hard, and finally dispelled Jiang Wenwen's idea of ​​stuffing money.

However, his refusal also raised Jiang Wenwen's affection for him to a new level, and he hugged the child and thanked him again and again, "Thank you brother quickly."

"Thank you big brother."

Yan An touched Lele's head with a smile, "Lele is so good."

Yan An woke up at six or seven o'clock. After eating, he helped Lele lead the soul. It was almost nine o'clock when he finished his work. He sent Sister Jiang, mother and son to the side of the road, and the taxi called by Sister Jiang was still waiting. over there.

When he returned home after sending people off, Grandpa Yan just sat on the sofa and asked him with a serious expression, "You plan to inherit your grandfather's mantle after graduation, and rely on this to make a living?"

Yan An: No, I still have dreams.

Grandpa Yan asked a question out of curiosity, and turned back to watch TV before Yan An could answer. Afraid that Yan An would think too much, he waved his hand and added, "No matter what you plan to do, as long as it's not cheating, kidnapping, committing adultery, Grandpa has no objections, don't worry, grandpa is not a rigid person."

"..."

There was no dream all night, and the time soon came to the next day.Because she slept a lot, Yan An woke up very early today, and she lost sleepiness before six o'clock.

At this time, Grandpa Yan hadn't gotten up yet, so Yan An got up lightly to wash up, then changed into a T-shirt and trousers, and went to the street on a bicycle to buy buns with soy milk.

It was only 06:30 when I came back, and Grandpa Yan usually got up around this time.

The grandfather and grandson had breakfast together, and the grandfather went for a walk to exercise and digest food while Yan An carried the water bottle and slowly watered the flowers and plants around the yard.

It was still early to finish watering, Yan An was really bored, so he had to use his mobile phone to look up information related to metaphysics.

He thought he would find it boring. After all, when he divided subjects, he chose science because the liberal arts were boring. However, he didn't expect that he would be fascinated by these densely packed words.

It was already nine o'clock when he came back to his senses. Yan An rubbed the back of his sore neck and twisted his neck, put away his phone, and walked up the mountain.

It is still the old Taoist temple, the door is open, as if knowing that there are guests coming.

Yan An stepped in without hesitation. Mr. An was sitting under a tree in the courtyard drinking tea.

"I thought you'd come sooner."

Yan An sat down opposite Mr. An, "I'm afraid I'll disturb your rest."

"When people get old, they feel less." Mr. An said with a smile, with a calm tone, "Do you still remember the rules your grandfather gave you? You must stay at home during the summer vacation."

He nodded.In fact, it's not just summer vacation. Yan An studied in the county until junior high school, and only passed the high school entrance examination in other places. No matter how big or small the vacation is, as long as he can go home, Grandpa Yan will let him come back.

Yan An used to think that his grandfather was reluctant to part with him, but now that Mr. An mentioned this, it was obviously more than that.

"When you were born, I made a fortune for you. You have death in your life."

Yan An was startled, those fragmentary clues were all strung together suddenly, forming a complete circle.

"You were weak when you were young, and after a few narrow escapes, I would calculate whether you had died or not. Until you were in high school, I was afraid that something would happen to you, so I asked you not to stay outside for a long time during the holidays."

But he died in the end, outside.Yan An lowered his head, not wanting Mr. An to see his cold expression.Having been exposed to the supernatural means of metaphysics, now Yan An is more and more sure that his death has something to do with people in metaphysics.

"I'm dead now?" He asked knowingly.

"It's over," Mr. An said with relief in his tone, "You have good talent, and you were born to eat this bowl of rice. Even when you were weak when you were young, it was also affected by your talent, and your body couldn't bear it."

Now that the death calamity is over, the talent that has been suppressed for a long time can't wait to burst out.

"Then your body..." Mr. An knew that he was going to die, so Mr. Bai An would not give up easily if his death was unknown. His rebirth was definitely due to Mr. An.

Thinking of this, Yan An both hated and felt guilty. What he hated was the person who took his life, but what he felt guilty was towards Mr. An.

Perhaps it should be called Grandpa instead.

Two complex emotions surged in his chest, Yan An's lips were pursed tightly, his expression was as cold as a stone, but his eyes were a little red.

Seeing this, Mr. An sighed, and patted Yan An's veined hand reassuringly, "An An, you have to know that fate is given by God, but the road is chosen by oneself."

He still remembered that he was drawing talismans under the tree that afternoon, when he felt a sudden palpitation, he immediately thought of An An, and quickly stretched out his hands to calculate, but he couldn't calculate anything.

It's not referring to An An, but he can't forget.

Mr. An was afraid that something might happen to Yan An, so he hurried back to the house to find the compass handed down by his master.

This compass has a history of more than a thousand years.

As early as when Yan An went to other places for the test, he tied the compass and Yan An's life together, but now the compass, or the fate plate, was broken into two pieces.

Mr. An almost fainted from fright, tremblingly asked Grandpa Yan to call Yan An, and he was relieved only after confirming that Yan An was still alive.

Although he doesn't know what happened, but compared to his grandson, just being unable to touch metaphysics is insignificant.

"Yes, Grandpa." Yan An concealed the strange cause of his death.

Saying "Grandpa", Yan An clearly saw that the old man's body stiffened for a moment, and the unretracted hand was painfully held by the other party.

"Okay, okay." Mr. An said three good words in a row, with a smile on his face that he had never seen before, as if he looked ten years younger all of a sudden.

Yan An felt even more uncomfortable watching, "Grandpa, teach me."

This sentence has no beginning and no end, but Mr. An understood, he couldn't help but suppress his smile, and looked at Yan An seriously, "You are talented, but grandpa doesn't force you to learn, everyone has their own way, do what you like Just do it."

"But I found this stuff interesting before."

Yan An's expression was serious, and there was no sign of reluctance. Only now did Mr. An believe that the other party was not lying to him, and he couldn't help being even happier.He has been with Xuanxue for most of his life, so he naturally doesn't want the inheritance of the master's school to be passed down in his hands.

"You wait, I keep all the books well, I'll find them for you."

"Yeah." Yan An replied with a smile, watching his grandfather disappearing briskly at the door, the smile on his face gradually subsided.

Since he died at the hands of someone from the Taoist sect, of course he must be punished in his own way.