My view on the recent development strategy of ghost hunting and exorcism work

Guan Qing said without expression: "No more nonsense, I will put Qin Jian's broken mirror at the bottom of the box."

Shakuhachi: "..."

The little piece of paper has a small windmill in its left hand and a bunny in its right hand. Its small mouth shriveled and whispered: "Ma Ma is so scary~"

Guan Qing paused with his hands crossing his eyes, and squinted: "Ma Ma?"

"Papa!" Xiao Zhipian's desire to survive suddenly exploded, and the little toy holding it in his arms said loudly, "It's Papa!"

Guan Qing snorted, turned around and picked up a semi-finished model of a jet plane and began to meditate.

Shakuhachi knew Guan Qing's temperament well, so he didn't dare to stay any longer, picked up the small piece of paper and left the workshop quietly.

Before Dingkunguan and Shakuhachi left, there was not much change. When he left the warehouse, Shu Lang was having a heated discussion with his brother Shu Ming whether the chrysanthemum or prickly pear should be planted.

Shu Ming impatiently slapped Shu Lang on the forehead: "You little bastard, is the prickly pear worthy of our immortal master?"

Shu Lang covered his forehead and replied unconvinced: "Brother, you can let the chrysanthemums, peach blossoms and apricot blossoms go, do you think our temple master can feed them?"

Shu Ming was so choked that he couldn't speak, he was so angry that he put his hips on his hips and panted, turned around and saw Shakuhachi, and was taken aback for a moment: "You're back?"

Shakuhachi hugged the little piece of paper and its toys, and looked curiously at the three-acre land that Guan Qing had set aside: "What is this for?"

Shu Lang spoke bluntly: "The Lord wants to plant flowers!"

Shakuhachi was silent for a long time, exchanged a glance with Shu Ming, and said slowly, "It's better to grow... prickly pears."

Shu Ming: "..."

As soon as Shakuhachi came back, Qin Jian rushed to the temple in a hurry that night. As soon as the two met, Shakuhachi still had the face of a late mother who didn't want to see him, and served dishes in the kitchen as if he didn't see anyone else. In and out.

Qin Jian leaned against the kitchen door and watched him for a long time, and said flatly, "I'm back."

His voice was so directional that even Guan Qing, who was teaching the small piece of paper not to eat it secretly, couldn't help but look up. Shakuhachi could no longer pretend to be a transparent person, so he hummed coldly.

Qin Jian looked at him for a long time, and said inexplicably, "It's good."

Shakuhachi: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Qin Jian: "No, I'm just happy." He took out a dozen thick books from his bag, and said seriously, "You have been absent from class for so long, and you will definitely not be able to keep up with the progress when you go back. To celebrate your return , I specially bought you a new set of Wusan on the way."

Shakuhachi: "..."

Just as Shu Ming was about to gloat and laugh at Shakuhachi, his own brother had already actively borrowed the Wusan set from Qin Jian, and it seemed that he had some plans to give him a set as well.

The smile on Shu Ming's face gradually disappeared...

Guan Qing looked at this group of people silently, and couldn't help but sighed deeply with his hands on his forehead. Could there be a normal person in his view?

After dinner, Qin Jian threw a cigarette to Guan Qing: "The audience should not walk around to digest food."

Shakuhachi froze in cleaning up the dishes, and then continued to help Shu Ming as if nothing had happened.

In the empty courtyard in front of the main hall, there was a cool breeze at night, the shade of the trees rustled, and the low-pitched crowing of frogs came from the puddles under the wall.

Guan Qing and Qin Jian smoked a cigarette each, standing in the wind and puffing.If this scene is seen by the black fans of Guan Qing in the Taoist sect, they will definitely publicize it. Screaming and using thousands of words to praise his sexy and flirtatious, prosperous beauty.

No way, there are miraculous creatures like Yangou everywhere in this world.

"Guanzhu, Shakuhachi helped you survive the catastrophe this time, which is considered a meritorious service." Qin Jian flicked the ashes, "Last time I mentioned helping him find his body, can you help me? According to my information, its true manifestation should be exiled in Japan and enshrined in a certain shrine. I can’t come forward about this matter, don’t you have friendship with some onmyojis there, can you think of a way?”

"Who told you that he was born in Japan?" Guan Qing raised his eyebrows and asked calmly.

Qin Jian said truthfully: "Shakuhachi and I are twin mirrors, and I have a certain perception of any movement on it. I will tell you, I have been trying to find his real body all these years, and I always live in the imitation. It’s nothing. Although Shakuhachi didn’t say anything, I know that this has always been a knot in his heart. Shakuhachi has been with you for so many years, and he has done his best. Look..."

"There is no formal style." Guan Qing interrupted him suddenly.

Qin Jian looked at Guan Qing in confusion.

Guan Qing glanced at a certain corner from the corner of his eye, and his tone remained unchanged: "The current body of Shakuhachi is his real body. If we really want to get to the bottom of it, his body is you."

For the first time, Qin Jian's face that was always as calm as water showed uncontrollable astonishment, as if he heard some ridiculous joke: "How is this possible?"

"Have I ever played a joke with you?" Guan Qing looked at him and said, "Your body is the magic mirror Yaya forged during the Emperor Qin's period, which has the powerful ability to communicate yin and yang. In order to prevent you from being stolen, the Emperor Qin also Order people to create a mirror that looks like a real one, and that's the shakuhachi."

Qin Jian took a few minutes to digest the news before he accepted the news. He looked at Guan Qing with a wry smile and said, "For the first time, I hope that you, the Lord, are joking with me."

Guan Qing threw away the cigarette butt, crushed it with the toe of his shoe, and wrote lightly: "I am a serious person, and I never joke."

"..." Qin Jian stared at their serious temple master without a word, and suddenly his heart moved, and he suddenly turned around, only to see a piece of gray Taoist robes flashing past in the corner of the main hall.

Guan Qing said: "Go and have a look, this kid is a boring gourd with a sawn mouth, you can enlighten him well. What is the relationship between the fake and the real one? I think he is much cuter than you. By the way, don't use Wusan anymore." Please comfort me, it is written in the almanac today that blood should not be seen."

Qin Jian: "..."

After Qin Jian chased the shakuhachi with his forehead full of lawsuits, a small piece of paper slowly emerged from Guan Qing's pocket, laying on his pocket and saying, "Papa, why did you tell Qin Guoguo about it? He and Shakuhachi Nabe look so heartbroken."

"If you know it early, you should know it later. The more you cover the wound, the faster it will rot." Guan Qing walked to the front pavilion of the main entrance of the Taoist temple, and leisurely swept away the floating ash on the incense table with a whisk, halfway through the sweep, hesitating for a second , asked the little piece of paper, "Do you think Papa is a bad person?"

The little piece of paper widened its eyes and clenched its fists: "How can Papa be a bad person! Papa is the best person in the world! The one who bullies Papa is the bad guy! Every time it makes Papa cry so badly..."

"Okay, you can shut up now!" Guan Qing firmly pressed down on its puffy mouth with a dark face, and after holding back for a moment, he warned it sternly, "In the future, you must never say such things in front of your other papa. do you know?!"

The little piece of paper let out a muffled "oh" from the covered mouth in aggrieved manner.

……

That night Qin Jian had a long talk with Shakuhachi for almost midnight, when Guan Qing saw Shakuhachi the next day, he greeted him calmly with his schoolbag on his back and went to school with Shu Ming.

Guanzhu Nayin expressed his regret that Taoist Qin was not smashed by Shakuhachi with a stack of five-three.

Xiao Qi hasn't heard from Xiao Qi since yesterday's phone call to Guan Qing. Guan Qing threw a few copper coins, and even if Xiao Qi is safe and sound, he didn't think too much about it, and concentrated on his flower planting business. .

He didn't look for Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi couldn't hold his breath for a while, and stayed up all night to wash his face with coffee. Xiao Qi took the towel around his neck and wiped his face. In front of him, he called Guan Qing: "Hey, wife, what are you up to?"

As soon as Captain Xiao opened his mouth, the bachelors were sour. His boos resounded through the office of the first team, and even Guan Qing's ears were red.

Only one person eavesdropped on Xiao Qi's phone call carefully with his ears pricked up, and worriedly researched, who is going up and who's going down between his team leader and that beautiful consultant?

In terms of physique, their Xiao team is absolutely domineering and has no way to run.But the special advisor of the fourth office had such a powerful aura, so noble and glamorous that people dare not look directly at him.

It's really hard to say who goes up and who goes down.

Before Pang Long could find out why, Xiao Qi continued to ask Guan Qing warmly in a toothache tone: "It's been hot recently, don't be greedy for cold and don't eat cold drinks. You have a bad stomach, so you need to take good care of it. Me? What can I do? Your husband, I am in good health. One night... Cough, don’t talk or talk, don’t be annoyed. Talk about business, talk about business, my wife has encountered a bottleneck on my side, see if you have time to come Guidance, give us a new idea."