After wearing it back, I am in the Shura field every day

Before asking whether Shuling needs to wear clothes, Lin Mo asked, "Do you know Lin Xingwen?"

The little book spirit dressed as a warrior nodded: "That's right, he brought me out of the tomb and promised that if I help him deter demons here, he will help me find a master who is not afraid of the five evils."

"Now, you have opened the wooden box, and the blood has awakened me, so... are you qualified to be my master?"

It lifted its small head expectantly, and stretched out its hand: "Please allow me to test it."

Lin Mo glanced at the size of its hand, and put his index finger on it.

Warm white light diffused from Shu Ling's body, and then entwined around Lin Mo's fingers and palms...causing golden stars to emerge, and the two tested each other...

After half a sound, the book spirit of "Book of Luban" let go happily: "Lin Xingwen really didn't lie to me, you are the master I am waiting for!"

It has a pious expression, just like offering loyalty to the lord in ancient times: "My name is Gongshuban, written by Lu Gong, the first volume is the main organ building, the middle volume is about Fengshui, and the second volume is about incantations. Now that I meet my master, I will definitely assist you with all my strength... ..."

Lin Mo was stunned: What a, what a cultured little book spirit.

He couldn't help looking at Xiao Su who was in a daze.

It's true that people compare themselves to others, and they are maddened to death, and book spirits are better than book spirits... It's also maddening to death.

After taking the oath, the three volumes of silk books in the wooden box were gently folded and shrunk, and then penetrated into Gongshupan's body. Immediately afterwards, the wooden box collapsed, the stone pillars and the bronze statue were destroyed, and turned into a pile. dust.

Gongshuban pulled Xiao Su and jumped onto Lin Mo's shoulder: "Lin Xingwen said, when I find the owner, I don't need to keep everything here, just destroy it."

Before Lin Mo could nod his head, he heard it whisper to Xiao Su: "The stone pillar has been destroyed, so it's not good to keep it on it. If there is something abrupt, I hope you will forgive me."

"..."

Lin Mo: You speak so politely and politely, don't hold her little hand.

Even if the stone pillar was destroyed, the letter left by Xingwen could not be seen. After he went up, he was invited to a room by Li Baizhang without waiting to say anything.

"What do you want to tell me?" Lin Mo was puzzled.

Li Baizhang's expression was complicated, as if he was thinking of some unspeakable words, a little hesitant, a little suspicious, and said for a while: "The body of the spirit has become transparent, and it should dissipate within two days..."

Lin Mo nodded, thinking that he couldn't bear to see the spirit dissipate, and wanted to ask for a solution.

But he also didn't...

"The costumes have disappeared for many years. Not to mention my grandson Li Furong, even my son Li Jianlan doesn't know what his father's costumes look like, but why...Master Lin seems to be very familiar with them?"

Lin Mo was stunned.

Li Bai is hiding something in his palm.

There are too many coincidences in Lin Mo, not only his appearance, name, identity and ability, etc., but also his faint and special familiarity with their era...

Last night, the light in the old building was dim, and even he didn't immediately recognize his father's costume, but Lin Mo was able to see it at a glance and remind him.

In addition, based on his understanding of Xingwen, the "Book of Luban" in the tomb seemed to be specially prepared for Lin Mo.

"Are you the reincarnation of Uncle Lin? Or Uncle Lin himself?" Li Bai said with palms what he thought was ridiculous.

Lin Mo suppressed the surprise in his heart and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Li?"

To be honest, although he didn't think about hiding it for a long time, he still had some difficulty revealing it.

It can't be said that he is a modern person, he was reborn in the Republic of China and he wore it back...

It's better to follow Li Baizhang's conjecture to explain.

Seeing that Lin Mo listened to him calmly and did not look outrageous, one can imagine the feeling in Li Bai's palm.

He said with a dry voice: "You, are you the reincarnation of Uncle Lin? Do you have Uncle Lin's memory?"

Indeed, it can be regarded as a reincarnated human being, remembering everything.

Lin Mo admitted it smoothly: "Yes, we have a deep relationship. I am him, but it may not be him..."

"I hope Mr. Li can treat me with a normal heart. After all... when I have these memories, I am also very disturbed and uneasy."

He pretended to be pitiful.

Li Baizhang's face softened, and he sighed, "Don't worry, I will keep this matter a secret for you...don't mention it to anyone casually, don't say anything."

Lin Mo nodded.

The two talked in the room for about half an hour. When they came out again, Lin Mo turned around and found that Xiao Su had already put on a light blue dress of the same style.

"...Banban taught you?"

Xiaosu shook the little flower on her head happily.

The heroic little warrior smiled: "Xiao Su is very smart, master, can I sit on your shoulder from now on?"

"It will be seen by others."

"Master, I know the invisibility spell, please rest assured."

Lin Mo once again lamented that books are different, and the book spirits formed have their own advantages and disadvantages. A book spirit with a full culture value naturally also has a full force value.

Since it has a way to not be discovered by ordinary people, Lin Mo agreed.

The matter of Laoguanlou came to an end.

It is impossible for the "murderer" to be made public, so he had to find a suitable reason to appease the public. The police station became busy again, and at the same time, the days when Meng Jingzhu was executed by shooting also came to an end.

"Tomorrow." After Xue Zhuolin said something, he didn't care and went to other things.

People who are sure to die don't need to pay attention all the time.

The same is true for Lin Mo.

When Meng Jingzhu was shot, he was watering the newly bought flowers and plants in the rented house, and the time was exactly one minute. The moment Meng Jingzhu died, the shower in his hand fell to the ground, and his whole body Also froze in place.

"The Taoist temple...the tomb...the formation has moved."

He turned and ran into the house like a gust of wind, took all his things and rushed out of the house.

When it was getting dark in the evening, Lin Mo was already standing outside the door of the Taoist temple, pushed the door in with a solemn expression, and walked quickly towards the back mountain.

Along the way, he also checked the formations in the Taoist temple, and there was no sign of being intruded by outsiders.

But he did feel that the formation was passive.

Since it's not outside, is it possible that it's inside...

Lin Mo stopped suddenly and looked in the direction of the tomb, feeling a sense of surprise and apprehension that he couldn't confirm.

The old ancestor bumped Lin Mo in his pocket, signaling to come out.

Lin Mo took it out and put it on the ground in a daze. Watching the ancestor slowly climb into the small pond behind the Taoist temple to swim, he pursed his lips and said, "A Ling, A Ling must have woken up!"

He didn't hesitate anymore, and ran into the tomb.

The ever-burning lamp was burning with a warm light. After entering the main room, Lin Mo hurriedly threw himself beside the coffin, but was disappointed to find that the man lying inside was still asleep.

"A Ling? A Ling..."

There was no response after calling a few times, Lin Mo couldn't hide his sad expression.

The lights flickered twice at this moment, and just when Lin Mo was about to straighten up, the man in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, the scarlet eyes made Lin Mo stunned, and the next moment, a pale palm stretched out from inside, suddenly holding Lin Mo Mora went in.

"A Ling, Ah... um."

Gongshuban was dumbfounded, two blushes appeared on his cheeks, he immediately covered Xiaosu's eyes, dragged it to float away, and muttered: "Do not look at evil, do not look at evil..."

After the two book spirits left the main room, the lights went out instantly.

The light is dim, and the surroundings are silent, only the sound of clothes rubbing and skin touching can be heard, and ambiguous|hot|hot emotions are intertwined in the air.

A little spark "boomed" and burned.

The tip of the tongue seems to be dipped in honey lemonade, sweet and sour, delicious, but also numb.

The top was lifted, revealing the white and tender belly, pink and soft.

There are a pair of cold palms that are gentle but undeniable, touching|touching with some strength, and when they touch a little, the few minds begin to sink gradually...

He finally had time to catch his breath, and pressed his hands on Ji Shiling's shoulders, wanting to say no, "Ha... Ah, Ah Ling, when did you wake up... Hmm."

Didn't even give him a chance to speak.

Lips|Kissed and pecked again and again, numb and itchy, must be swollen.

Lin Mo finally had time to say a complete sentence: "A Ling, I can't see your face clearly, I miss you."

As soon as the voice fell, the open flames around were lit again, and the main room was lit up.

Lin Mo looked at the man on him seriously and carefully. He was still handsome, but his eyes turned scarlet, and his whole body was cold, and he couldn't even cover him.

He put his hand on Ji Shiling's neck, feeling the pulse there, it's good, it's beating, it makes him feel at ease.

"A Ling, why don't you speak?"

The blush on Lin Mo's face has not faded, the collar is open, red, spotted, dotted...

Ji Shiling was surrounded by an incomparably cold aura, but his expression was extremely gentle. He took Lin Mo's hand on his neck, put it on his mouth and kissed it lightly, and stroked Lin Mo's face with the other hand, loving| Coiled and tangled|cotton.

"A Ling?" Lin Mo finally realized something was wrong.

His Ah Ling couldn't speak except for his instinctive reaction to him, and seemed...a little bit stupid, a little bit dumbfounded...

Looking carefully again, Lin Mo sighed: "That's right... the two souls and seven spirits are not in the body, it is lucky enough not to become a little mentally retarded, at any rate... ahem, the instinct is good."

Lin Mo pulled out his hands to straighten his clothes and stood up, rubbing Ji Shiling's face with difficulty concealing his joy.

Well, well, one more time.

Ji Shiling let him move, and sat obediently on the spot, wrapping his hands around Lin Mo's waist tightly.

Like a domineering rabbit with red eyes, expressionless, fierce and cute, Lin Mo couldn't love it.

"A Ling, don't stay here anymore, go out with me."

It was cold in the tomb. Ji Shiling hadn't woken up before, and it was difficult to move in order to warm up the soul of the Lord.

Now that he woke up, Lin Mo thought, he should be able to go out.

He stepped out of the coffin and pulled Ji Shiling's hand again.

His slender legs straddled the edge of the coffin, and as soon as he landed, Ji Shiling fell on him with a painful expression, with blood oozing faintly from the corner of his mouth, so frightened that Lin Mo quickly pushed him back into the coffin.

"how so……"

Lin Mo bit his fingers anxiously, and touched his face distressedly, "A Ling, are you alright?"

Ji Shiling regained his composure, and branded a kiss on his palm.

For two days, Lin Mo stayed with Ji Shiling in the main room, trying to figure out why he couldn't leave after waking up.

The main soul is still unstable, waking up is only temporary, and it is possible to fall into a deep sleep again anytime, anywhere.

And the reason why she was able to wake up for a short time seems to be inseparable from Meng Jingzhu's death. After all, the time of Meng Jingzhu's death was the moment when Ah Ling woke up.

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