There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Ruocang was always on the mountain and rarely went down the mountain.

Occasionally, I go out with my master. Even if I often want to go down the mountain with Mr. Du, my master and senior brothers always don’t allow me.

after all……

Mr. Du will definitely not be able to control the devil king in chaos.

This time, I don't know why Master agreed to Ruo Cang's request.

Ou Zhiming was not in the mood to delve into it, and just wanted to thank Master for helping him.

Because his soul followed Ruo Cang.

If Cang goes down the mountain to Anning Town, he can also go and see if there is a way to leave the Anning Mountains and return to his own body.

The road down the mountain from Tai'an Temple is rugged and long, but Ruocang is a little farther away from the mountain gate, so Mr. Du doesn't want to hug him.

He landed on both feet, stepped forward with short legs, and walked ahead in a dignified manner, quite like a little uncle.

As Ruo Cang got older, his speech became clearer and he became more talkative.

"Is it fun in the village?"

Mr. Du said with a smile: "It's fun, there are many children, and there are TVs to watch."

"Then what do you usually play?" Ruocang said with a straight face, like a good elder who is questioning his nephew.

Mr. Du replied truthfully, "I go to the store to buy things, and occasionally I help the ancestors and masters, and bring some blessing talismans to the villagers."

Ruocang's voice is crisp and sweet, with a milky voice, lively and lovely.

Ou Zhiming followed him and didn't catch any eyes, but heard him chatting with Mr. Du.

Mr. Du treated him like he treated his own grandson, but his attitude was not disrespectful. If Cang asked anything, he would answer whatever he asked.

Mr. Du still went to inspect the magic circle and talisman during this trip, and Ruocang followed quietly, not saying much.

But when he came to the fork in the mountainside, he went straight to the trail leading down the mountain.

Still parked on the road, he turned his head and looked at Mr. Du solemnly.

Perhaps in Ruo Cang's mind, he walked quickly to the path in a majestic posture, kindly waiting for his slow-moving nephew.

It's a pity that in the eyes of Mr. Du and Ou Zhiming, he is just a child with short legs, eager to express the idea of ​​going out to play: I want to go there!

"Master, do you want to visit Anning Town?" Mr. Du walked over and looked at the shadows of houses in the town.

Ruo Cang nodded.

All he needed was a nod from the cute child, and Mr. Du happily extended his hand to lead Ruo Cang to the town.

Ou Zhiming followed beside them, feeling uncontrollably nervous.

Various theories of time travel and interlacing always have the paradox that the past self cannot meet the present self.

He was absolutely sure that he was alive.

Ruo Cang, wearing Taoist robes and wearing a crown with long hair, ran hard in the Anning Mountains, but it was impossible for a dead person.

Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to Anning Town, Ou Zhiming couldn't control the restlessness of his soul.

The emotion of urgency, tension and longing, so strong that there is no body, can be accurately transmitted to Ruo Cang's heart.

But in a short section of the mountain road, Ou Zhiming found Ruo Cang peeking at him at least four times.

A pair of round eyes glanced at him unintentionally.

When Ou Zhiming noticed it, he looked away from the distance, as if he was just looking at the scenery curiously, and didn't see this wandering spirit in his eyes.

Ou Zhiming's anxiety calmed down a little because of his glances from time to time.

I don't know if Ruo Cang is so young, if he thinks he is an evil ghost because of his sudden agitation.

Obviously already bear the blame of the pervert, and bear the stigma of another evil ghost...

Ou Zhiming was reluctant.

— Ruocang?

He called out in his heart, hoping to get a response from the little guy.

However, when he shouted, Ruo Cang's fingers pinched behind his back!

Ou Zhiming: ...

Although Ruo Cang pretended not to see him, why hasn't this state of combat readiness been lifted?

The hatred of cheap mouth is sworn to death.

Ou Zhiming stared at Ruo Cang's back, tried his best to restrain his emotions, gathered his soul to distract his anxiety, and tried to tease Ruo Cang.

—Did Master teach you not to talk to ghosts?

——But this is also good, lest you be simple-minded and be deceived by other remnant souls.

——It seems that you should have listened to what I said to you before. Other lonely ghosts will not treat you wholeheartedly like me...

Ruocang stopped suddenly, and was so angry that he changed his hand formula several times.

As soon as he didn't leave, Mr. Du asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

If it were a master, Ruo Cang would definitely sue and make a fuss and strike three times at the magic circle.

But facing his nephew, Ruo Cang had to bear it no matter how angry he was!

What's good for him?

How dare you have the face to say it out loud!

Ruo Cang was furious, and sure enough Master said that the remnant soul was obsessed with treachery and insidiousness and could not be deceived, now let him see the truth.

I don't know what kind of attribute this pervert is.

Even if the Anning Mountain magic circle can't get rid of it, how dare you appear in front of him and talk nonsense!

Ruo Cang clenched his fists tightly, and learned to be calm and calm in the "Tai Shang Induction Chapter" thousands of times, and to deal with cunning enemies by outsmarting them instead of going crazy.

So, Ruocang frowned, turned around and stretched out his hand to Mr. Du, and ordered, "Hug!"

That tone is no different from acting coquettish and wanting to hug when you can't walk!

Mr. Du smiled happily, and stretched out his hand to hug his little uncle.

Ou Zhiming smiled even more happily, Ruo Cang was so amused by him, he was as lively and cute as before.

The lively and lovely Ruo Cang sat in the arms of Mr. Du, looking around the town of Anning, which he had never been to.

It is very popular and noisy here, which is completely different from the quiet mountains.

"Over there." Ruocang raised his hand to direct the direction.

He's going to the place where the fireworks are the most intense, so that the ghosts can't make any noise!

Children's thoughts are always pure.

It seems that with a single finger, he has already entered a predestined cycle.

Ou Zhiming looked at the familiar scene in front of him, and heard the faint din of gongs and drums, his whole soul boiled.

Yes, over there.

The theater troupe and crew members invited by "Zhuang Zhou's Dream of Butterflies" all set up a stage for filming there, and the noisy sound almost attracted the villagers of the whole town.

Ou Zhiming remembered the dilapidated eaves of the village houses, the narrow wooden ladder on the theater stage, and the white shirt he wore that Teacher Lin despised for being too clean.

After he and the stylist were busy and made a brand new and clean shirt crumpled and messy, which fit the character of a naughty son, Ou Zhiming returned to the stage and saw the little sister in a flowery skirt.

The memory is as clear as yesterday.

Even the old pagoda tree at the entrance of the village looks lush and full of vitality.

"Ah, it seems to be singing an opera?" Mr. Du hugged Ruocang and said with a smile, "I have been to the town several times, and there is a troupe who goes from village to town, and they can sing "Blessings of Love"..."

His voice was bright and clear as it should have been.

Ou Zhiming listened, but felt that Mr. Du's tone was gradually blurring.

It was like swimming into a turbid lake, unable to make out his words.

Just as they were approaching the troupe, Ou Zhiming felt his soul stagnate and was under heavy pressure!

It seems that there is something terrible that prevents him from following Ruo Cang and traps him tightly.

He saw Ruo Cang and Mr. Du walking away, he saw the villagers of Anning Town come and go, he saw the sky was clear and blue and covered with a dark and smoky gloom.

Ou Zhiming stayed where he was, unable to move.

In an instant, the soul was in pain as if it was being torn apart, and a sharp wind whistling came from the ears.

His consciousness slipped into chaos, and his vision became blurred.

When the scene in front of him became clearer, he saw the flowery skirt passing by, Ruo Cang held a branch and drew a magic circle on the ground.

"The world is long, life is small..."

Ruo Cang didn't speak.

But his childish voice clearly fell into Ou Zhiming's soul, making Ou Zhiming return to peace.

The tearing pain that filled the soul was slightly relieved when Ruo Cang drew the magic circle stroke by stroke.

However, when Ou Zhiming caught a glimpse of his childhood figure from the corner of his eye, a deeper torture suddenly burst out.

Ou Zhiming's perception is chaotic, and his emotions are chaotic.

But he knew that his 11-year-old self had become the source of all his pain and suffering.

The pain of wanting to destroy him swept over him. He passively accepted everything around him, and he was powerless to resist the oppression that crushed his soul.

While struggling, he heard Ruocang's childish voice of pity.

Ruo Cang said: "It turns out that you sometimes disappear and sometimes come back, because you are not dead, but possessed by evil spirits."

Ruocang said: "The dove occupies the magpie's nest, and your broken soul is implicated by evil spirits. No wonder the aura of the Heavenly Lord of the Anning Mountains can't send you to death."

He sighed with emotion, blending into Ou Zhiming's churning soul.

The words "dove occupying the magpie's nest" awakened a lot of memories of Ou Zhiming's childhood.

When he was seven years old, "The Mystery of Candlelight" was published, which made his life gloomy and weird.

He had frequent nightmares and restless mood. Only when he picked up the script and tried to interpret other people's lives, his gloomy and indifferent thoughts could arouse a trace of vitality.

Everyone thought that it was suspenseful and terrifying movies that caused Ou Zhiming's trauma.

But Ruocang sighed with emotion, saying: there is a remnant soul occupying your body.

They want you dead.

Ou Zhiming couldn't calmly admire Ruocang's floral dress.

Whether it was a short shooting, or Mr. Du holding Ruocang back to the mountain after changing his skirt.

For Ou Zhiming, it was all soul-crushing pain, with indelible torture.

In just one day, it feels like a lifetime.

Ou Zhiming's remnant soul was churning, and he couldn't even tell whether he was screaming or calm.

It seems that the closer I get to my 11-year-old self, the more I can feel the tearing of my heart.

When he returned to calm, he saw the gentle moonlight covering Ruocang's figure.

A three-year-old boy, with short legs, skipped around and quietly left Tai'an Temple at night.

As he ran down the mountain, the talisman fire was ignited along the way, like a lamp guiding the way, illuminating his way forward flickeringly.

If Ou Zhiming felt something, he couldn't avoid worrying.

Even though his soul is still aching, he still gathers his thoughts.

--where did you go?

Ruocang was taken aback, and stopped to stare at Ou Zhiming in the hazy moonlight.

He pretended not to see for a whole day, but at this moment, his eyes were firm and frank.

"save you."

It's just a three-year-old child, Ruo Cang's voice is tender and clear.

He said, "Although you are bad, you don't deserve to die."