Envy

The evil spirits on Mr. Liu were eliminated by the little Taoist priest.

This incident caused a sensation in the whole town, many people put down their work and went to Liu's house to watch the excitement.As a result, West Street was blocked for a long time, and even the sedan chair could not pass, so it had to be stranded there.

It is said that the frightening blue color on Mr. Liu's face has faded, and he was able to fall asleep peacefully after he spoke a few words soberly.The Liu family was crying around the bed, not sure if it was because of emotion or something else.

At noon, a group of people followed Song Jingran into the tea stall and sat down in a circle.Immediately there was a compliment.

Song Jingran talked eloquently: "Actually, I didn't do anything. I just put a mirror by the window of Mr. Liu's bedroom. Mr. Liu is possessed by a ghost, so he must not be exposed to light. With this mirror, when the sun comes out, It happened to be able to shine on Master Liu, and the Yin spirit was turned into ashes naturally when it was illuminated."

Someone cupped his fists and said, "The Taoist priest is really powerful, I admire him!"

"Where is there?" Song Jingran beamed with joy, his face could not conceal his smugness, and he cupped his hands away, "I am under the tutelage of Meng Tou, the master of the ice-drinking sword. Ling. Mu Su takes it as his duty to protect the world, rivers, rivers and seas, how dare he be sloppy."

People in the town don't know about cultivation, but they know about Meng Tou.The Meng family in Lizhou is famous, and Meng Tou is even more famous.He is the only apprentice under Daoist Xuchang, and he is also the next head of Mu Mi.

When everyone heard Song Jingran's words, they were full of praise.

"You are actually a disciple of the famous Daoist Meng. As expected, you are a hero, and all of Mu Mi's disciples are talented."

Song Jingran pretended to be humble, waved his hands and said, "My senior brother is indeed like this, but his level is still low, so he absolutely dare not be that."

Yan Zhaohan brought tea, and the people who got together offered to make room for him, and took down the teapot and cup he was holding.

Song Jingran was still proud a moment ago, but when he saw him, his smile froze.

Song Jingran didn't expect to meet him here, and thought that this blind man taught him how to exorcise spirits, but he was boasting proudly here, feeling a little embarrassed, and his cheeks were hot.

Afterwards, he chatted with the people in the town, but he was also a little absent-minded, just peeking at where Yan Zhaohan was.

Yan Zhaohan had been busy working in front of the stove.Song Jingran accidentally lost his mind and found that the man had disappeared.

He found an excuse and slipped outside the tea stand, and saw Yan Zhaohan cleaning tea bowls under the old banyan tree.He squatted next to the man, and before he could speak, he heard the man ask, "Why did the Taoist master come out?"

He was surprised: "How do you know it's me?"

He tilted his head to observe the man's eyes carefully, and stretched out his fingers to shake Yan Zhaohan's eyes.He always suspected that the eyes of the person in front of him were not broken at all.

Yan Zhaohan said softly, "The sound of the bell."

"Oh." He stopped all his small movements, and said a little discouraged, "I want to know, are you a cultivator? How do you know those ways to get rid of spirits?"

"Learned a little bit before."

This person's eyes and hair are jet-black, his complexion is fair, and he is very distinct.It's just that those eyes have lost their aura, which is a pity.

Song Jingran thought of a word he learned when he was a child, "the finishing touch".

If this person can see, maybe one day he can become a person like Yan Shaojun.He didn't know why, but when he saw this young man, he could always think of the legendary Yan Shaojun, the master of Xiqi Palace who never changed his expression when facing all kinds of ghosts.

He asked curiously, "How much is a little learned?"

"fur."

Yan Zhaohan put the washed tea bowl into another wooden basin, and said softly, "I have admired your master for many years, and I want to know what he looks like."

Song Jingran stroked his chin, thought for a while, and said, "He has a mustache, sunken eyes, often with a livid face, and is not very good at talking. He is very strict with his disciples, and he is always punished by copying, kneeling, and confinement. Keep the rules on your lips all night long."

He smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Really."

"... Even so, he is very powerful. He subdued wild spirits in the East Tan River of Eternal Night City when he was a teenager, and he became famous all over the world at a young age. I hope..." Song Jingran stared at the water whirlpool and the water in the basin. He stretched out his hand to burst the bubble, "I hope that one day in the future, I can become a powerful person like him, able to eradicate violence and be peaceful, and be admired by others."

Yan Zhaohan wiped the tea bowl and said casually, "Yes."

Song Jingran felt that it was ridiculous for a blind ascetic who had already ruined his future to tell him that it would come true.He lost all interest and went back along the road alone.

The sun was scorching, and behind him was the scorching light. He lowered his head and kicked the pebbles for several blocks, feeling very discouraged.

If he can't even compare to a blind man who has only learned a little bit, how can he help the world and the world.This is all a dream.

……

The summer sun in Fulian is very strong.Hiding under the cloth curtain, I can still feel the scorching heat.

Few people came and went to the tea stall, Yan Zhaohan was free, listening to the noisy chirping of cicadas, laying down on an empty table to take a rest.The fragrance of the big bowl of tea curls up.The mother-in-law was scooping up water, and the voice of Xu Xu talking to the guests gradually became softer, and then drifted away.

It was already dark when I woke up.He couldn't see with his eyes, he could only feel the coolness of the sun that had subsided.

It was late, Yan Zhaohan stood up with the help of the table, and helped to pack the things.He greeted his mother-in-law and was about to go home.His mother-in-law stuffed him with a basket of loofahs grown by himself.

Before he left, his mother-in-law told him to walk carefully.

In fact, he has been walking alone for half a year, and he is already familiar with the path.

In the evening, what I smelled along the way was the aroma of food from the neighbors in the neighborhood.The children were chasing and fighting at the gate of the yard, and the mother chased them to feed them.

The disheveled lunatic dragged a bag of tatters, and kept cursing in a passionate voice: "It's not a son of a bitch to hit you..." Then he began to sing indiscriminately.

The child watched from the door, giggling: "Mother, that lunatic..."

Yan Zhaohan listened to the song slowly dissipating with the smoke and sunset, and the phrase "that madman" kept echoing in his heart.

One day he found that a door of his house had been opened, and his heart sank, presumably the bullies who were rampant on the East Street came to patronize him again.

As soon as he entered the small courtyard, he heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and he stood there quietly for a long time.The man rummaged for a long time, finally found a valuable jade pendant, rushed out cursingly, looked at Yan Zhaohan standing there, and salivated a smile.

"Blind man, I owe a gambling debt, and people are urging me to pay it back. I lent this pendant to you first, and I will pay you back later."

Yan Zhaohan didn't say anything.The man didn't even want to wait for the blind man's response, so he walked out of the yard swaggeringly, humming a ditty as usual.

Yan Zhaohan could imagine what it was like inside.After he entered the room, he groped to lift the chair frame up.I didn't pay attention when picking up some things, and my fingers were stuck by broken porcelain.His fingertips seemed to be bleeding.He had to be more careful.

After working for a long time, he finally arranged all the things and leaned against the table, feeling very tired.

There is space in the abdomen, and the head is a little dizzy.He thought it would be good to fall asleep, and he would not feel any more when he fell asleep.So he went back to bed, lay down and fell asleep.

He has not dreamed for a long time.I had a vague dream that night.He couldn't remember clearly, he only knew that he had dreamed.It was warmer in the dream, and I could see the light.