Little Taoist

Ever since he could remember, Qing Rang had only been down the mountain once. At that time, he was only three years old, and Douding was led by his master alone to a small county town at the foot of the mountain.For the next ten years or so, he lived a life isolated from the world, cultivating himself and practicing spells every day, as if he was a hundred years away from this smoky world.

The small county that Qing Rang had seen at that time was small, with few people and things.But except for a few wandering souls, there are no monsters, but now.Qing Rang stood at the gate of the city and just glanced at it. The tails were protruding from the clothes, the eyes were glowing with faint green light, and the blue-faced fangs were on the backs of the people. There were all kinds of strange things, almost countless.Even the corpse breath of the living dead emanated from the soil the loneliness of death.

An old melon farmer pushing carts and selling melons at the gate of the city was sitting under the shade of a tree with a big cattail fan to escape the heat. Qing Rang passed by him, blowing up a cool breeze for some reason, which eased his back suddenly.The old melon farmer couldn't help chasing after the boy in front of him, all the way into the food shop at the corner of the road not far away, but he didn't know how to curse at his mother when he fell behind him with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

There were a lot of people sitting in the bustling restaurant, Xiaoer led Qing Rang to a table in the corner, and apologized: "I'm really sorry, guest officer, it's getting stuffy here, if there is a space outside for ventilation Come on, can you move a bit more tired?"

Qing Rang hangs the burden on the corner of the table casually, and shakes his head indifferently, "No need, it's right here."

When he followed the menu and ordered six or seven things in one go, another person came in at the door, and it was none other than Xu Ping, who had had a quarrel with his mother earlier.

Xu Ping went to say good morning to Mrs. Xu, but she was so disturbed that she didn't even dare to eat breakfast at home, so he brought his servant to the restaurant.There are only two places in Qingrang's side of the store, so Xu Pingshun was invited over as a matter of course.

Qing Rang raised his head and met Xu Ping's gaze, both of them nodded slightly, and then didn't say much.

Xu Ping by nature does not like to talk to people who are not comfortable with socializing, and Qing Rang has little experience in communicating with outsiders over the years, so he is not used to talking more.

Although both of them are upright on the face, but in private, their thoughts are flying separately.

Xu Ping looked at Qing Rang from the corner of his eye, and said in his heart: You have a tender face, but you are old-fashioned in acting, and you don't even look at the soft and fair face of your face.

Qing Rang tapped his fingertips on his knees, and thought: This person is full of yang energy, wouldn't it be beautiful to tie him back to the mountain and inhale every day.

It's not that Qing Rang has practiced any kind of sorcery to survive on the essence of the human body, but that Qing Rang has had an extremely cold physique since he was a child.It was so cold that even ordinary ghosts would shy away from him when they saw him. According to his master, if Qing Rang's physique hadn't been suppressed by Taoism for so many years, he might have turned into a ghost king at a young age.

Although he had gotten used to his cool physique all these years, seeing someone like Xu Ping, who was so eager to radiate golden light and radiate yang energy, made Qing Rang want to move.

Everything in the world has a positive side and a negative side. The master told him to go back to Qingshan City to find his family, find the opposite side that can reconcile himself, and then he can untie his taboos.

The boy next to Xu Ping is called Daxiang, who has grown up with Xu Ping since he was five years old. He knows exactly what to say and do in front of Xu Ping. Feeling displeased, Daxiang relieved him and said, "Young master, don't take grandma's words seriously, first say that she is looking for a Taoist priest, not to mention this huge Qingshan city, but to say that you have seen her in the south during the past two years of travelling. How many Taoist priests? This is one of them.

Second, you don't have to worry about getting married. Even if you want to do it right away, you still have to go through the etiquette of three matchmakers and six hires. At least half a year. If you think of a way in the middle, you can push it over? "

Xu Ping took a sip of the herbal tea served by Xiao Er, "I have seen many Taoist priests in the past two years, and none of them are just pretending to be mysterious and defrauding people of money. I don't know what my mother is doing, so I just believe it."

Qing Rang listened to these words in his ears, but then looked at the table next door.

A middle-aged man was sitting at the next table. He occupied the entire table by himself, and all kinds of food from the canteen were displayed on it.An ordinary person would eat at most a quarter of it, but this middle-aged man seemed to be unable to feel the feeling of fullness, and continued to eat endlessly.

Qing Rang's eyes turned to the face of the middle-aged man, and found that his complexion was normal, but there was a faint blackness inside.Taking another look into the middle-aged man's body, a deep purple, slightly distorted thin face flashed across his ordinary face, with a greedy and terrifying expression, and stared at the food in front of him as if his eyes were about to ooze blood. Plate of food.

A starved ghost got on the body of the man.

Qing Rang's glance seemed to make the starving ghost notice something, the middle-aged man stopped and glanced at him.But at this time Qing Rang had withdrawn his gaze, and the cold aura on his body was usually suppressed tightly, so the starving ghost dispelled his doubts before he could find out, and continued to eat and drink.

Starving ghosts often have an extremely strong desire for food before death, so after death they will find some easily invaded bodies to possess, manipulating mortals who are still alive to fulfill their long-cherished wishes.But people who die of starvation are too obsessed, and there is no way that one or two meals can satisfy them.The person possessed by him will die within a few days because the body cannot bear it.

Wait for the middle-aged man to eat almost, get up with a shy stomach and leave.Xiao Er stepped forward to clean up, muttering and complaining: "Eating free food every day is lucky to have a good brother."

The middle-aged man, Xu Pingshu, was the elder brother of a shopkeeper in the porcelain business in the city.I usually have nothing to do, go shopping in brothels and listen to ditties.He let his brother follow behind and wipe his ass for him.

When the food on their side was about the same, a man with similar features to the middle-aged man in front rushed in from the door, and before he had time to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he dragged Xiao Er to give him money.

Xiao Er took the money and left someone to say: "Master Zhang, your family comes into the store every day in a big way, and leaves after eating. If the customers who don't know it all think that our shop is doing good deeds, how can it last for a long time?" ?”

Shopkeeper Zhang said with a wry smile: "I don't know how to get it these two days. Suddenly, it seems like a different person. He can eat it at home, but his family members don't let him eat it, so he ran out. I just gave it to him early in the morning. He paid his bills everywhere."

"It's so weird," a bystander interjected after hearing this, "If you want me to tell you, maybe it's not some kind of evil spirit?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice from the corner, "It's indeed a demon. Now he has a starving ghost attached to him. It's not surprising that he eats a lot."

Everyone followed the source of the sound, only to see a young man with clear features, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Shopkeeper Zhang saw Qing Rang's immature face, and laughed along with the others, "Little Lang, you don't believe in ghosts and gods so much now."

Qing Rang took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun in his hand, and he didn't care whether the others believed it or not, he just said: "He will eat less tomorrow, and his mind may come back to take the body from the starving ghost, but he will definitely not be able to compete. If he stops for a day, he will die the day after tomorrow." Will double up on food and go on and on until I'm starved to death."

Qing Rang paused, and continued: "If you want to save him, just come to me before dark tomorrow, the price is negotiable."

These words are not pleasant, half scaring and half sounding like cursing people, and finally let's talk about business.Even the shopkeeper Zhang has a good temper, and he can't hold back his face at the moment, he doesn't believe Qing Rang's words, "Hi, you little gentleman," he waved his hands and turned his head away.

Second master Zhang has always been deviant, and no one would believe what the starving ghost said, but Qing Rang attracted many people's attention.

As one of them, Xu Ping turned his attention to Qing Rang again.

He looked young, but he was wearing ancient clothes, the same style Xu Ping had seen in the portraits of his ancestors placed in his family's ancestral hall.Looking at Rang's hands pinching the buns again, the fingertips are white and slender like tofu, and it looks like a young master whose fingers don't touch the spring water.However, the words he said were so mysterious that Xu Ping didn't have much to look at.

Qing Rang didn't care about other people's gazes, and immediately called Xiaoer over to collect the money after he finished his meal.

Xiaoer is a believer in ghosts and gods. When he got close, he asked Rang: "Guest officer, what you said just now is true. There is really a starving ghost on Zhang Erye's body. How did you see it? Yin-yang eyes?"

Qing Rang didn't hide it, "I don't have yin and yang eyes. I opened my heavenly eyes when I was practicing Taoism."

Tch, Xu Ping took a sip of the porridge and let out a chuckle in his heart, he didn't expect this little thing to pretend to be a Taoist priest.

"Child," Xu Ping said, "it's almost done, you're still a god, can you count when I'm going to die just by pinching your fingers?"

An ordinary person might be overwhelmed by such an agitation to Xu Ping, but Qing Rang has a personality that speaks out, and because of the lack of communication with people, he can't hear other people's voices, so he is still serious at the moment. He really shook his head, "Fate is something that cannot be calculated, and it is useless to calculate it. What can be calculated is the previous fate, and the secret of heaven cannot be seen through. It changes from time to time."

He looked at Xu Ping's handsome face, his fingertips couldn't bear it, and while Xu Ping was not paying attention, he rubbed against the hem of his clothes, feeling a little yang and feeling happy.On the face, he continued calmly: "So I don't know when you will die."