The days of being a writer in a different world

"We have nothing to fear, simply because we have nothing to lose."

A Lang didn't remember where he heard this sentence, but he clearly remembered that one afternoon, the sun was shining warmly on the little meat bun's curled hair.He said with a smile, to put it bluntly, "fearless" means breaking a pot and breaking a can. If a person has something that he wants to cherish, he will definitely be afraid!Afraid of losing, afraid of being damaged, afraid of losing yourself if you don't pay attention.

With respect and awe, people will cherish what they have in their hands, and only then will they use all their strength to protect it.

"I'm very scared. Chenchen, I'm very scared." A Lang gently held Cheng Chen's hand, his voice hoarse, afraid that the warmth he had gained would disappear silently like this.

He lay quietly on the bed, like a little prince sleeping soundly, only his weak, slow but steady breathing proved the existence of his vitality.His hands are cold, and his complexion is pale and green, but in his brow and forehead, a faint golden lotus flower floats in the void, dispelling all the miserable green darkness around his head.

Yue clan, Shannan Yue clan!Cheng Lang ground the name between his teeth and swallowed it.

A drop of tear fell gently and landed on the back of Cheng Lang's and Cheng Chen's clasped hands. He was scalded by the temperature of his tears and suddenly woke up.He is Yazi, he is Cheng Chen's A Lang, he is... What he should do is not complaining and crying, he wants to wake up his little meat bun and tell him, I admire you, and I am willing to give up the whole world just to protect you happy face.

Cheng Lang took off his shirt and exposed his upper body. On his strong muscles, scriptures intertwined with dark red and dark green have been tattooed with secret methods, from the chest muscles to the midline of the abdominal muscles, the shoulder blades on the back and even the shoulders.The scriptures are twisted and tangled, like blood-colored rose branches.

A single word of the "Great Compassion Mantra" has not been changed, and he has all of them tattooed on his body. He originally thought that he might use it one day, but secretly hoped that he would never have the chance to use it.But now, his Cheng Chen soul has nowhere to go and is imprisoned deep in his body.The only way is to let those ghosts who are dying forever, never to be reborn, and disappear in smoke!

Sitting cross-legged like this, he held Cheng Chen's hand and pressed it against his chest, against his hot beating heart.

He recited the scriptures with all his heart, only hoping to see the warm smile in those eyes again.

【Take refuge in the Triple Gem, take refuge in Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who saves the world with great compassion, all living beings who experience all the horrors, illnesses and sufferings in the world...】

White spiritual flames churned in his heart, and as the scriptures were recited, they burst forth and gushed out of Cheng Lang's body. The golden light and shadow were like swords and thorns, illusoryly coming out of Cheng Chen's body, piercing through those blue and white flames. Blue mist.The green Wenling wolf leaped up, flew towards him, roared silently, biting and devouring the mist.

Cheng Lang recited it over and over again, not daring to stop for a moment, staring at Cheng Chen's face, only praying that he would open his eyes lazily, with a smile and annoyance, and shout : "Get up! It's hot."

Cheng Chen was not lost in his own consciousness, and he was not alone here after all.

The little Prince Thumb quietly ran out from nowhere, sat on his shoulder, and pointed at the dim or shining stars one after another.Cheng Chen obviously didn't hear any sound, but he seemed to hear the blooming of roses, condensation of rain and dew, and snakes crawling in the desert.

That was the loneliness of the little prince.

The golden lotus is still blooming, and more and more, the figure of the Bodhisattva in the sky gradually dissipates, replaced by the very familiar scriptures of the "Great Compassion Mantra".That self-restraining, patient and strong, hoarse voice with a touch of sex appeal, although he was chanting scriptures and mantras, he heard the eager desire and the powerful and irresistible power beneath the words——please You come back, please come back to me!

Why resist?

Cheng Chen smiled happily, lightly touched the little prince's crown with his fingers, and whispered, "Hey! Someone called us home for dinner."

He relaxes his mind, opens his heart, and lets his consciousness follow the longing heart. In the bright golden lotus shadow in the sky, he seems to have passed through the light...

Cheng Chen opened his eyes, yawned lazily, and smiled, "You're back? Tattoos are cool."

Then, he was buried in a fiery chest, the back of his neck was a little itchy, and the moisture was getting thicker.

Cheng Chen grumbled a few times, and pushed the person away with great difficulty, revealing a flushed face, he greedily took a few deep breaths, raised his head and cursed: "I'll go! You want to suffocate me?!"

A Lang's face changed instantly, and his eyebrows stood up.

"Bah, bah, bah! I'm wrong, nonsense." Cheng Chen hurriedly smacked his lips, and the wind blows away!He held those rough but trembling big hands apologetically, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry for making you worry again."

A Lang shook his hand back vigorously, and was about to say something, when someone beside him exclaimed, "What a miracle."

Yueduo pulled the detector next to him and asked, "Is it convenient to cooperate with me to do another test? I'm afraid your situation may repeat."

She fiddled with the instruments that Cheng Chen didn't understand at all, and looked at the measured figures solemnly, before she raised her head after a while and said, "Although it's unbelievable, Cheng Chen, there is no negative ghost reaction in your body at all. "

Yue Duo looked at Cheng Chen, hesitant to speak.

The door was pushed open, and Yue Yan walked in. He looked at Cheng Chen with a complicated expression, and after a while, he whispered, "Boss wants to see you."

Cheng Chen restrained A Lang, who had a bad look on his face, and responded, the day to face Mr. Yue was earlier than expected.

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Fan Lou is a courtyard built by Yue Jun in Lizhou. Once upon a time, he gave this place to Cheng Rou, so that she, who was in her heartbroken arms, could recuperate and have children here.

This is also the birthplace of Cheng Chen.

Mr. Yue sat alone in the west building, waiting for the arrival of the next generation with similar blood.

Messy footsteps sounded in the stairwell, Yue San accompanied Cheng Chen and Cheng Lang over.Seeing the lonely figure of the eldest brother, he slowed down and shouted: "Brother, I brought him."

"Sit." Mr. Yue didn't stand up to greet him. He smiled and beckoned with one hand. He sat cross-legged and filled several teacups. Amid the sound of dripping water, the quiet fragrance of tea floated faintly.

"Third brother, sit down too." Yue Jun pointed to the cushion.

"Huh? I have to listen to your father and son's divorce, too?" A cold look came across, and Yue San sat down with a wry face, "Oh, that's fine."

Mr. Yue looked up at Cheng Lang.

"I don't have anything to avoid him, I hope you don't mind, Mr. Yue." Cheng Chen said with a smile.

"Be polite to your elders," Mr. Yue narrowed his eyes slightly, took a sip of tea, and said, "You should call me uncle."

Bang Tom!With a sound, Yue Yan was so startled that he kicked his foot on the low table, and exclaimed indiscriminately: "What? What?! He's not your son, damn it! Didn't it mean that Cheng Rou followed you? What happened in Lizhou? It’s not your second son’s? Yue’s second son actually secretly produced such a big son, and he’s still worrying about what he’s doing with only three girls at home..."

Under the gaze of Yue Jun's compassionate gaze, Yue Yan's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he shut his mouth in astonishment, a sense of sadness surged up uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart.

Yue Jun was still talking, flatly, as if relatives were chatting about everyday things.

Cheng Chen glanced at the youngest Yue who was in a daze, and seemed to be in a trance, and listened intently to what Mr. Yue said, for himself, and for the child who had died so quietly that no one even knew about it.

"You are 16 years old this year, and it is customary in Lizhou that children add one year to their birth. You were born 15 years ago." Mr. Yue's voice was cold, without a trace of fireworks, clear and light.

"That year, it was our family's great sacrifice, and the Yue family had to select a pure-blooded descendant of the direct lineage, eat the 'cen meat', and use his body to lure the Yin spirit to imprison the Yin spirit—just like what happened to you this time, Sacrifice gluttony in exchange for the gods' short-term non-eating spirituality.

I was the choice of the suzerain of this generation. Ayan was talented and gifted, so the clan elders chose the second child, Awei, who was not outstanding in comparison, to sacrifice.No one wants to do this, but the millennium inheritance and responsibility have to be like this. There is no way out, and if you don't do it, the family will perish. "

He stared at Yue San with a dazed expression for a long time, and said: "Cheng Rou grew up beside me. She was originally intended to be trained as a spiritual teacher. She was a little cautious, but Ah Yan liked her very much at that time. On the eve of the sacrifice, A Yan was furious for a while, and ate the "Cen meat" for the second child.

'Cen meat' is not a medicine, and there is no medicine to cure it. It is used to stimulate the blood of our race, so that more and more ghosts can gather in the body faster and offer sacrifices to the gods. He turned his head to look at Cheng Chen and Cheng Lang, his eyes lowered, "A Yan doesn't have the special spiritual talent like you, and he doesn't have someone like Yazi to help.As a matter of course, that sacrifice was A Yan, and it was impossible for the clan to waste another bloodline. "

Yue Yan's face was pale and his thoughts were lost, as if he had returned to that dark day.

"The accumulation of Yin spirits in the body, in addition to eroding the spiritual endowment and one's own spirituality, is also dangerous in that it may cover one's own consciousness with a certain obsession or mixed spiritual waves. We call it seizing the house and invading the spirit. .”

Mr. Yue drank a cup of tea slowly, sighed softly, "A Yan lost the memory of that time, it was precisely because that night, he was seized by the Yin spirit obsessively and invaded the spirit. soft."

He looked into Cheng Chen's clear eyes and said, "That night, I had you."

Cheng Chen straightened his back and looked at Yue Yan, who looked pale and avoided his eyes in a panic.

"The elders of the clan went to Wugong Mountain overnight to invite real people to drive away the evil spirits. Therefore, this time the grand sacrifice was not complete, and the god Taotie was not satisfied. It was only 15 years later that our clan had to sacrifice again.

After Ayan woke up, his spirituality was devastated, his spiritual endowment was completely lost, and even his memory was eroded a lot.

Not long after, the family learned that Cheng Rou was pregnant.After discussing with the clan elders, they decided that this was a 'ghost' species and could not be kept.But Cheng Rou insisted on having this child, and after the clan discussion, she also felt that she had another bloodline, so she was prepared for any danger, so she was released from the state and never allowed to return.No matter what her reasons are, with her persistence, you are what you are today. "

"So?" Cheng Chen asked softly.

"After 15 years, after everyone gave up, you woke up and gave our family another choice. However, your excellence made me hesitate." Mr. Yue stood up and looked at Cheng Chen as if he was admiring something. A precious artifact.