There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Ruocang's Dunhuang paintings are all over his upper body, and his face is covered with black-faced King Kong makeup.

Under the gentle glow of the moonlight, he became more and more ferocious like a ghost, exuding the fury and rage that a King Kong warrior should have.

Even if the monk's practice is still inexperienced, he can feel who is stronger and who is weaker from the aura of the silver-lighted sharp blade in his hand.

If his posture wasn't about killing people, the weakling curled up beside him wouldn't be trembling with fright.

In any case, this wrathful Vajra is no different from a rakshasa from hell!

Hearing this, the monk clasped his hands together and looked frankly.

"The Buddha said that a sage can't bear to die when he sees his life. When he sees a life being killed, he will shed tears. Although this person has committed a serious crime, the crime is not enough to die. Why should the benefactor rush to kill him? It will only increase the killing karma and harm himself."

After finishing speaking, he recited a Buddhist name, "It's better to hand him over to the poor monk, he will have his own place to go."

After Ruo Cang heard this, Jian Feng became sharper.

The monk's words were twisted and turned, and it was nothing more than: Let Gu Yi go.

Long time no see, Gu Yi's aura is already filthy, it can kill a person even if it doesn't kill him!

Ruocang can save Gu Yi's life, but he can't easily let him go back to the Seventh Buddha and continue to harm others.

"Are you a member of the Seventh Buddha?"

With a slight lift of his hand, the sharp sword almost wanted to decapitate Gu Yi, "Go back and tell him, don't want to go back, I will deal with it."

Ruo Cang swears to the sky that he will absolutely drive away Gu Yi's evil luck, so that he will never think of harming others in his life.

After hearing this, Gu Yi burst into tears, and howled like a repeater: "I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

Like Gu Yi, the monk was horrified when he heard the words!

What to do?How to deal with it?

At this time, even the monks were afraid.

The vajra warrior in front of him was not good at all.

"Benefactor, although you are happy to be kind and angry on the spur of the moment, but now is a legal society. You have dealt with him and avenged you, but he died unexpectedly, and you can't get rid of it. Why don't you lay down your sword and become a Buddha immediately, no matter what kind of grievances you have. We can solve it slowly. Money and life have their own causal conclusions. Even if the poor monk has a little practice, he can still solve the problem for the benefactor. The benefactor must never kill someone.

Ruocang finally felt the fear of Monkey King being dominated by Tang Seng.

He only said one sentence, and the great monk in front of him could say ten thousand sentences.

As he talked, he began to "Buddha said" to talk about scriptures.

As a believer, Ruo Cang does not reject listening to Buddhist scriptures and goodness.

But the moonlight was hazy and the cool wind was blowing, and there was another Gu Yi waiting for him to deal with under the sword.

The sudden admonition from the monk made him really... at a loss.

"Master, master." Ruocang raised his hand to prevent him from continuing to lecture, "You answer me a question first?"

The monk frowned and clasped his hands together, and finally stopped reading.

Ruo Cang hurriedly asked, "Aren't you familiar with the Seventh Buddha?"

Good question, the monk shook his head in confusion, "I don't know. The poor monk enshrines Amitabha Buddha and places an order in Yunxia Temple. I don't know which Buddha of the highest temple the Seventh Buddha the donor refers to."

Even if the monk said this, he kept his eyes on Jianfeng, fearing that Ruocang's ruthless hand would splash blood on the spot.

"If the benefactor has a grudge with him, can you resolve it calmly? I saw that the benefactor is wearing a vajra robe, so he must be a person who believes in Buddhism. My Buddha is merciful, and karma has its own destiny. If you try to be happy for a while, you will be tortured in hell after death." , and meet the person you killed, why bother..."

He started again...

Ruo Cang thinks that even if you start Buddhism, you will be required to take a lecturer qualification certificate.

Otherwise, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, all the monks he met could talk like this, and he never felt tired because of talking too much.

So, under the moonlight, Ruocang resisted the reflection from the top of his head and looked at the monk a few more times.

With straight eyebrows, calm breath, and gentle fortune, he really looks like a serious monk who has lived in a temple for a long time.

He put away the sword, all the murderous aura dissipated from his body, finally squinted his eyes slightly, and moved to the side.

It not only kept away from Gu Yi's filthy luck, but also avoided the bright reflection.

Ruo Cang suddenly felt better.

However, Gu Yi didn't know what happened.

I saw the blade on the neck leave, and the kind monk was close in front of me.

His desire to survive burst out, and he immediately came back to his senses and was about to run to the monk!

"Master save me!"

That tone, that posture, is definitely a loyal fan of Journey to the West.

It's a pity that within two steps, Ruo Cang beside him held a sword, and used the hilt of the sword with his backhand to knock out Gu Yi who was running out.

Skill is clean and neat.

Gu Yi fell down with a bang, facing the ground even more simply.

Ruocang rummaged around, and sure enough, he found Master Lin Lang's Lucky Glass Bead on Gu Yi's left wrist.

As soon as he plucked the beads, Gu Yi's Qi Yun suddenly rushed to the sky, and his yin was extremely damaged.

Ruo Cang frowned and said, "No wonder I feel that his luck is not right. There is also the light of Buddhist Purdue Mercy hidden in the great treachery and evil. It turned out that this string of beads was still worn by him after purification."

The monk was dumbfounded.

Ruocang put away his sword, picked up Gu Yi with one hand, and sighed: "Master, stop talking. I am a Taoist priest, and I understand everything."

"Taoist priest?"

The monk looked from Ruocang's vajra attire to his vajra face makeup.

A dance called "Dunhuang Flying Apsaras" is being performed here, and the monk knows that he must be a member of the dance troupe.

but……

The monk's confusion was palpable, "Why do Taoists dance "Dunhuang Flying Apsaras"?"

Ou Zhiming went all over the studio, but he didn't find Ruocang.

He was about to go backstage to ask again, when he saw a person coming down the safe passage.

That man was dressed in a vajra warrior performance costume, with the heavy and glaring vajra makeup on his face, holding a sword in one hand and a... person in his left?

"what is this?"

Of course Ou Zhiming could recognize Ruo Cang who was running around without removing his makeup, but he couldn't recognize the guy in his hand.

"Gu Yi."

Ruo Cang has been dragging people, it is too heavy, "Your bodyguard, call me to help me, and send Gu Yi to Mr. Du."

Ou Zhiming raised his hand to make a phone call without asking why.

Before the phone was dialed, there was a field of earthy yellow in the field of vision.

"Master Huimi?"

Hui Mi came from the stairwell, and was taken aback when she saw Ou Zhiming.

He clasped his hands together and said, "Mr. Ou, there is a destiny."

This is indeed so predestined, Ou Zhiming did not expect to meet Hui Mi in the studio after Sancai saw him.

Ruocang hid the unconscious Gu Yi in the corner of the safe passage, told Ou Zhiming to guard him, and went backstage to say goodbye to the dance troupe with his sword in hand.

In the narrow and deserted safe passage, only Ou Zhiming and Hui Mi were left, and he really... minded a little.

Because, Hui Mi can speak too much.

Ou Zhiming only needs to say one sentence to discuss the Tao with him, and Hui Mi can eloquently talk about the Buddha and the Buddha for 15 minutes without stopping.

At the Sancai Temple at that time, if it wasn't for Hui Mi's ability to speak, Ou Zhiming would not have accepted the ten-thousand-character Buddhist calligraphy for his own sake.

In fact, Huimi calmed down, she was a solemn and solemn monk.

Ou Zhiming pondered for a long time, his curiosity about Ruocang overcame his fear of challenging Tang Seng.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

Huimi Amitabha said: "The abbot of Yunxia Temple said that this is Master Linlang's last performance, let me bless you once or twice, and chant sutras for the master's good deeds."

Ou Zhiming thought about it, the auditorium in the studio is not big, how come he has no impression of the bright Hui Mi at all?

He had to ask again: "I don't know where the master is chanting?"

Ou Zhiming originally thought about the rooftop.

Unexpectedly, Hui Mi replied calmly: "Outside the studio, the moon is shining brightly and the stars are few, which is the perfect place to chant scriptures and pray for blessings."

Ou Zhiming: ...

This may be the eminent monk who has attained the Tao. At the end of the year, the winter is cold and the wind is howling. He thought that Ruocang was the only one who was not afraid of the cold and ran around shirtless. Unexpectedly, there was another Hui Mi, dressed in a thin monk's robe, sitting outside to blow the wind and chant sutras.

The piety and strength of the cultivators far surpassed Ou Zhiming's imagination.

The progress bar of the script in my mind has advanced by 0.001%, perfecting the unique image of people in Buddhism.

Ruo Cang returned to the backstage, and the members of the dance troupe were already packing up their belongings.

Zhou Fan is counting the props of the dance troupe.

Seeing Ruo Cang came back to get dressed, he said sadly: "The teacher is not in the right condition, she looks a bit tired, we sent her back just now and asked the doctor to show her."

Ruo Cang had expected such a result.

A "Dunhuang Flying to the Sky" fulfilled her long-cherished wish for more than 30 years. The moment she flew away, Ruo Cang could see the extremely strong luck burning.

After a flash of glory, the lamp is exhausted.

Ruocang knew that something would happen to Master Linlang, so he still chose to comfort him, "I will definitely be tired from performing such a dance drama. Let Master have a good rest tonight, and we will go see her tomorrow. She will be fine."

The more people he met down the mountain, the more lies he told.

But seeing Zhou Fan's tired face, and listening to his reassurance that nothing will happen, he suddenly showed a happy expression again.

Zhou Fan said: "I'll collect online reviews tonight, and when I go to see the teacher tomorrow, I'll take them with her."

Leaving the backstage, Ruo Cang looked regretful and dignified.

On one side is the dance of the souls of the dead that the master exhausted his whole life to complete.

On one side is a blind-eyed and black-hearted person like Gu Yi, who believes in crooked ways and helps evildoers.

Human life is equal and precious.

However, the gap between people is as big as the gap between Buddha and evil spirits.

The heavy makeup on his face was still not removed, and when he returned to the safe passage, his expression was still like a god of evil.

Ruo Cang glanced across Gu Yi like a knife, and said, "Ou Zhiming, you go home first, I'll come back after I've dealt with him."

"No, I'll go with you to Mr. Du's place." Ou Zhiming was not only for collecting materials, but also became a habit of watching Ruocang's deeds.

With such a big Gu Yi in front of him, he was really curious about how Ruo Cang would deal with it.

Seeing that they had agreed on where the unconscious man should go, Hui Mi immediately asked, "The Mr. Du you are talking about is a friend of the Master of Sancai Temple, Taoist Master Du Youyin?"

"Yes." Ruocang listened to Hui Mi's words, "We Taoists don't kill at will, and Mr. Du is also a well-known Taoist priest in the city. Master, please go back at ease, we can guarantee the safety of this person's life."

With the guarantee of Mr. Du's reputation, Huimi was relieved.

He turned his head to look at Gu Yi. This man has a wretched face and a depressed spirit. He must have done many evil things, and even his face can't hide his gloominess.

This person is guilty, but Buddhism is benevolent, so he must feel that the most evil people can do good.

Hui Mi nodded, and said: "Since Mr. Du exorcised evil spirits and prayed for him, then I can go back and return the presiding officer with peace of mind."

"Exorcising evil spirits and praying for blessings?" Ruo Cang listened with a serious expression, and smiled ferociously, "No, I want him to be rewarded with evil."

Hui Mi was really a little afraid of Ruocang.

When they first met, King Kong glared, holding a sword with a murderous look.

At this time, he covered his whole body with Dunhuang paintings, still smiling like a Rakshasa ghost, and those who want to faint will be rewarded with evil.

After all, the host of Yunxia Temple asked him to protect the venue of "Dunhuang Flying Apsaras". Even a mental patient who strayed into it should belong to the scope of protection of Buddhism.

Therefore, Hui Mi said: "I don't know how Taoist friends make him evil, can you let me go together and watch Mr. Du's practice?"

Ruo Cang hadn't expressed his opinion yet, Ou Zhiming frowned, his headache was splitting, as if recalling thousands of Buddha Dharma and Buddha's words.

You can do anything in your own Taoism, but it is absolutely impossible to come to a monk who likes to chant scriptures.

Ou Zhiming resolutely and seriously stopped him, "No, master, Buddhism and Taoism are different after all. Let's go to Mr. Du's ashram, it is not convenient for Buddhists to set foot."

Righteous words are more serious than Taoist priests who pass on the scriptures.

It seems that Mr. Du has some strict rules, and Buddhists will definitely be rejected when they go.

Not long after Hui Mi was listed in Yunxia Temple, she only heard about it from Mr. Du.

Now the person who has a car directly refuses, and he doesn't know the address of Mr. Du's dojo, so he is dumbfounded.

He frowned slightly, his gaze swept over Gu Yi hesitantly.

Taoism and Buddhism should respect each other. If he goes there by force, it seems to offend the territory of other Taoists.

He hesitated and struggled for a moment, even if he didn't believe in the ferocious Ruo Cang, he was still willing to believe in Ou Zhiming who had received his calligraphy of the Wanzi Buddha.

"Then I will ask you two." Hui Mi clasped his hands together and sang the Buddha's name, "Amitabha."

When the bodyguard came to the car, Ruocang easily threw Gu Yi into the back row.

When the car started, Ruocang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I know why you accepted Huimi's Wanzi Buddha calligraphy."

... If you don't accept it, he will really talk non-stop.

Mr. Du's ashram is located in a seven-story old building in the city center.

The interior is hollow and high, the area is spacious, and the transportation is convenient. No matter where Ruo Cang summons, he can prepare things and go there quickly.

It was the first time for Ou Zhiming to see a small Taoist temple outside the Taoist temple.

Mr. Du decorated this old building to be no different from a Taoist temple. The spacious ground of the Taoist temple is engraved with a huge star array.

If Ruo Cang went to take a bath, Mr. Du ordered his apprentices to get Gu Yi in and set up the dojo.

Seeing Ou Zhiming lowering his head and looking at the star circle on the ground, he introduced with a smile: "This is the Big Dipper Nanchen magic circle sent by me, which can drive away all evils and eliminate all ghosts. name, cleanse the world of evil spirits and resentment, and leave a clean wind and righteousness.”

Ou Zhiming feels that he can learn a lot every time.

He said: "Mr. Du and Ruocang's school, there are always many things that I can't find in Taoist classics."

Mr. Du said with a smile: "The small hermit hides in the wild, and the great hermit hides in the city. Our small mountain sect, the formations and talismans passed down by word of mouth, are naturally different from the Dayin sects such as Zhengyi and Quanzhen."

He said this modestly, but there was an unconcealable pride in his expression and tone.

Ou Zhiming felt Mr. Du's admiration for his own school, and because of Ruocang, he yearned for it.

He said: "When filming "Guan Du", I must ask Ruo Cang to take me to your sect to see. There must be a lot of uniqueness in the mountain and field Taoism that can cultivate you two outstanding Taoist priests."

Mr. Du smiled but did not answer. He twisted his beard and pondered for a moment.

He paced on the ground above the magic circle, and said leisurely: "Our school pays attention to chance. If you are lucky, you can see the Taoist temple standing on the mountainside, but if you don't have the chance to step through the iron shoes, you can only see green pines and green cypresses. Mr. Ou, don't force it For good."

The words were strange and mysterious.

It seems that the Taoist temple can run with long legs. If Ou Zhiming has no fate, it would be useless to go.

Before he could sincerely ask the old priest what he meant, the apprentice ran up and said, "Master, that man is awake and wants to see you!"

Gu Yi has never been a good stubble.

When he closed his eyes and went through a period of sleepless recuperation, the noble and glamorous head of a star's temper burst out in his bones!

"Call me the person in charge here! Otherwise, when I go out, I will definitely ask the police to arrest you cult members and lock them up for ten days and a half months!"

He got enough sleep and figured it out.

Gu Yi was afraid of the Rakshasa ghost with a sword, but he was not afraid of a living Taoist priest!

What Buddhism and Taoism are all cults before the law!

Gu Yi is very courageous, there are only a few Taoist temples in the city.

He didn't believe that he, a living being with such a reputation, could be trapped by a group of Taoist priests!

Surrounded by the scent of thuja cypress, he frightened the little Taoist priest away by making a lot of noise, and finally he waited for an acquaintance.

Mr. Du has a large number of prominent believers in the entertainment industry, and they are definitely not afraid of his threats from the police.

So, Gu Yi changed his strategy and put on his arrogance.

"Yo, Mr. Du Qiandu." Even if he was tied to a wooden chair, he couldn't change the contempt in his eyes.

"I'm a disciple of the Seventh Buddha School. If you arrest me, aren't you afraid of offending Master Ami?"

Governance of course depends on Buddhism.

Gu Yi's thinking is correct, but it's a pity that Mr. Du is really not afraid.

Mr. Du stroked his long beard, paced over, and said in a low voice, "Gu Yi, your luck is filthy, contaminated with evil spells, and you have long since lost your protection. Do you still believe in the Seventh Buddha?"

He sneered and replied, "Do you think I'm afraid of your nonsense? If you don't believe in Buddhism, do you believe in you?"

The Seventh Buddha and Mr. Du have always been at odds with each other.

Businessmen and celebrities who have approached Mr. Du in private will all be ruthlessly expelled from Buddhism by the Seventh Buddha.

Even if Gu Yi suspected that the Seventh Buddha would no longer protect him, he was even more unwilling to admit defeat in front of Mr. Du.

Because, this is the person Ruo Cang has taken refuge in!

If he believed in Mr. Du, that would be the greatest shame in his life!

Gu Yi's anger was beyond words, he was tied to a chair, and his mental vision was provocative.

Mr. Du frowned and looked at his luck, thinking that it was no wonder Ruocang would bring him here.

This person's face is gloomy, his luck is gloomy, the general situation is gone, and his life is in danger.

It's just that it doesn't matter, he can actually see the color of blood mixed in the luck, presumably Gu Yi has been mixed with the Seventh Buddha for a long time, and has been contaminated by something else.

"Gu Yi, whether you believe me or not, we will perform a ceremony for you tonight."

After all, Mr. Du was merciful. Seeing him glaring at him, he still comforted him and said, "Don't worry, we won't hurt your life."

"I don't think you dare!" Gu Yi is the grandson in front of the Seventh Buddha, and he will definitely be the overlord in front of Mr. Du!

He scolded proudly and complacently: "If I die, the Seventh World Buddha will immediately know that you did it. Don't say that you will pay for my life. No one in your broken Taoist temple can escape! Go down to the [-]th floor of hell and suffer from skin cramps!"

As expected of a person who has copied many scriptures, Gu Yi brought up the retribution after death and the eighteen levels of hell, which is justified.

However, a leisurely and clear voice came clearly, "That's not necessarily true."

Gu Yi was like seeing a ghost, he couldn't believe his eyes.

The young man who entered the field of vision was wearing a loose dark blue Taoist robe, his short hair was soft and half wet, and as he walked in, a few drops of water dripped down the tip of his hair.

It was Ruo Cang who he hated and hated the most.

Ruo Cang smiled and said, "Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. If you want to go to hell, you will go first. It has nothing to do with us. Besides, I don't think the Seventh Buddha will avenge you."

"He may be impatient to wait for you to die, and then borrow your ghost to create another puppet with strong fortune."

After finishing speaking, Ruocang raised his hand and rubbed his still wet hair, looked at Mr. Du, and asked complainingly, "Your hair dryer is broken."

Mr. Du laughed and said, "I'll ask my disciples to buy it right away."

The two were very familiar with each other, but Gu Yi's anger and threats were put aside.

He gritted his teeth and shouted viciously: "Ruo Cang! Don't think that you can replace me if you get close to Mr. Du!"

"Replace you?" Ruo Cang's confusion was written on his face, pinching the wet ends of his hair, "Should I replace you in making bad movies, or should I replace you in stopping work at home and waiting for the notice? The job that Xue Ge helped me turn down is better than you accepting it." There are still many jobs, are you sick and confused?"

What Gu Yi cares most about is his status in the entertainment industry.

What I care most about is the project that I have stopped working.

Ruo Cang's understatement of a word almost crushed his inflated self-esteem.

Gu Yi was furious, and cursed loudly: "You bitch who relies on bed-climbing to prosper! Do you think it's a big deal to seduce Ou Zhiming? Let me tell you, Ou Zhiming is tired of playing with you, you will only become a gangster!" Stuff no one wants in-"

Ou Zhiming was really wronged, he walked into the dojo with a spare hair dryer, and heard such a slander.

Why do some people do this by themselves, so they have to make up others to do the same.

Gu Yi's crawling on the bed has become a well-known joke in the circle, and he has the nerve to spread rumors about him.

He looked up and saw that Gu Yi's veins were exposed and his eyeballs were protruding. With that pale and haggard face, it must be very exciting to take a photo and send it to the media marketing account.

Ou Zhiming was afraid of having nightmares at night even if he took another look, so he directly gave Ruo Cang the hair dryer.

"This one is good, I tried it."

"I'll use it later." Ruocang frowned, shook his hand, and slightly disliked Ou Zhiming's inability to judge the situation.

The two get along casually, where is Ruocang climbing the bed and Ou Zhiming.

It looks like Ou Zhiming crawling on the bed Ruocang.

Gu Yi scolded happily just now, but when he saw Ou Zhiming himself, his voice suddenly became hoarse.

He has personally experienced Ouhuang metaphysics.

I sprained my foot when I rolled down the stairs, was sued by Party A, got into a car accident, fell from a height...

Counting it in detail, these unlucky retributions should be the source of his initial worship under the seventh Buddha's door.

It doesn't matter if you scold Ruo Cang, a little star, a little toy, he can easily crush him with the Seventh Buddha on his back.

To scold Ou Zhiming is to offend a famous director in the industry, a pioneer of metaphysics, and he may die tragically in the street, no reason can be found!

Gu Yi remained silent, his eyes filled with apprehension.

Ruo Cang saw it clearly.

This kind of villain must have grasped the benevolence of Taoism and would not do anything to him, so he dared to be so unscrupulous.

Ruo Cang walked over slowly, looking at him silently, "Now you know you are afraid?"

Gu Yi glared instantly, and looked at Ruocang viciously, "Bah, you're relying on Du Qian and Ou Zhi's name!"

Ruo Cang sneered.

With a gloomy expression like a ghost, malice permeated his whole body, he approached him condescendingly, "Gu Yi, when you trembled and begged me not to kill you, it wasn't this kind of attitude."

Gu Yi was stunned for a moment, and his mind quickly recalled the scene where he cried to the point of insanity.

Suddenly, the Rakshasa ghost holding a sword appeared in front of his eyes!

He wanted to understand everything, and his anger burst out, "Ruo Cang! It's you!"

"it's me."

Ruocang nodded, took the mahogany sword beside him casually, and pressed his fingers on the edge of the blade.

"The Vajra Warrior is me, and the life-threatening ghost is me. However, since you are crying and begging me not to kill you, of course I will fulfill your request."

Regardless of whether Gu Yicai asked for it or not, he immediately cursed and spoke vulgar words, which was completely different from his gentle and jade-like image everywhere on the Internet.

If Ruocang knows that the marketing account takes money to do things, Gu Yi is definitely not a modest and noble person.

But he didn't expect Gu Yi to scold him so deeply.

Amidst Gu Yi's non-breathing scolding, Ruo Cang put the peach wood sword on his neck, and said with a smile: "Gu Yingdi, are you not afraid that we have a video, and help you post it on the Internet?"

The dead point poked Gu Yi's face pale.

How rampant he was when he scolded, how scared he is now.

The retro Taoist temples around him were still filled with the aroma of candles, which gave him an illusion.

He even forgot to check for a while, did they have a live broadcast!There is no video!There is no recording!

"Don't worry." Seeing that his blood had faded and his teeth began to chatter again, Ruo Cang comforted him, "I do things, and I don't like people to record them."

His voice was extremely gentle, but his expression was cold.

"Gu Yi, I think I will give you a chance to choose because we recorded the show together."

The elegant and perverted Qin Xiaoran, the indifferent and perverted Song Qi, and the murderous perverted Vajra Warrior, all recognized by the people of the whole country, were all vividly displayed on Ruo Cang's gorgeous face.

He said: "You can choose to confess the wrong things you have done and correct yourself from now on, or I will force you to tell all the wrong things and force you to correct your mistakes."

Gu Yi didn't realize that this was his last chance, he was still afraid that there might be cameras around him, he gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Don't take yourself too seriously, after a few days of learning Taoism from Mr. Dare to pretend to be a ghost?"

The smile on Ruocang's mouth is still there.

He practiced Taoism and was good at saving people, but Gu Yi's bad luck had already given him the shadow of a life-threatening debt.

As a Taoist priest with a sense of justice, he did not use the method of hanging Gu Yi upside down on the city tower to expose the public to the sun for three days to get rid of the filthy atmosphere, which is his utmost benevolence.

Ruocang put away the mahogany sword and sighed, "When I first saw you, you were still a good person who had gone astray."

Overwhelming marketing, unscrupulous superiors, spending energy at night to please certain powerful people.

It looks pitiful, but it was driven by profit, and no human life was hurt.

Ruo Cang felt that he could be saved, that he could be saved, as long as he cut off all his mortal debts, he would be able to return to the right path sooner or later.

Now, everything is different.

Ruo Cang took the writing brush and cinnabar dish on the desk, and he could think of Gu Yi at that time with his eyes down.

High-spirited, with a bumpy future but full of vitality.

Some people sincerely admire and love him, while others plan the future for him with due diligence.

It's a pity, if you got blood, borrowed luck, and ruined other people's fate, then you have to return it in its original form!

Ruocang once vowed never to drop amulets on living people because of Xu Manhui's clean as a child's soul.

Now it seems that vows are always broken, and it is better to be a clean person than to be dirty and harmful.

He raised his voice and said: "There is a reason, chanting."

One sentence commanded several disciples on the scene to pluck strings and drums, and the sound was noisy, playing the unique rhythm of Taoism.

Mr. Du chanted in a thick voice: "The great way is inaction, pure and true. All living beings in the six realms are all due to delusion—"

The entire ashram seemed to be running a gigantic ceremony, which frightened Gu Yi even more than the music he heard and the dance he saw while hiding in the studio.

The scent of thuja burning around him instantly brought him back to the terrifying Dunhuang dance dream.

So that when Ruo Cang reached out to his eyes with a brush, Gu Yi's voice trembled slightly.

"You, what are you doing?!"

Ruo Cang held the pen and smiled grimly, "Do the thing you are most afraid of, the thing you feel guilty about, the thing you are most helpless, and the thing that makes you sad."

A bit of cold sticky cinnabar ink exudes a delicate fragrance, suppressing all the struggles, fear and anger of Gu Yi.

He stared, lost his voice, and couldn't control his limbs. He could only feel the traces of the brush on his face, and hear the high-pitched chanting and the sound of gongs, drums and strings in his ears.

Gu Yi's eyes sank into darkness, and he deeply felt that the darkness was full of dark red blood.

All chanting and musical instruments are far away from his soul.

Only the shell heard a deafening sentence——

"Then, you'll set things right and start anew."

Ruocang wrote talismans in the singing of Mr. Du and the plucking of gongs and drums by his disciples.

He used Gu Yi's body as paper, and the scarlet lines left behind were mixed with the fragrance of thuja cypress, which made Ou Zhiming feel very familiar for no reason.

This is a scene from his pen...

Do not!

This is one of his dreams!

In a narrow room, a Taoist priest with a handsome face and unruly behavior swung a talisman on a patient possessed by evil spirits, attracting righteousness from heaven and earth, and driving away the evil spirits!

The dream reappeared, and Ou Zhiming was shocked when he watched it from a distance.

Confusion and shock intertwined, if it wasn't for the solemn and solemn outsiders around him, he would definitely want to rush up and grab Ruo Cang to ask him for clarification.

Ruo Cang in his eyes is undoubtedly the one he has been yearning for day and night.

The only regret, I'm afraid, is that Ruocang's half-length hair was wet, and he didn't get his Taoist bun tied up as he wished.

Ou Zhiming, who should have been terrified because of Ruo Cang's dream, thought about it, and his thoughts flew to the movie.

The scenery, the soundtrack, and the accompanying vocals perfectly displayed all his imagination about Taoist rituals.

Moreover, Ruo Cang, who dropped the talisman with his own hands, is the hero he is satisfied with!

The ceremony didn't take long, and Ruocang filled Gu Yi's big face with red seal seals, and it didn't take enough time for a scripture.

Holding the pen behind his back, he stood on the spot and saw with his own eyes the filthy luster in Gu Yi's luck melted into the talisman.

What Ruocang wrote was not a talisman used on Xu Manhui to drive away evil spirits.

It is the good book of Yin law that Mr. Du recited.

If such a talisman falls on Gu Yi, he will not only confess the evil deeds he committed like Xu Manhui, but also tell the fate he fears most.

If you don’t have thoughts, you will have no karma.

Self-inflicted destruction is the only way to achieve consummation of merit and virtue,

At the end of the ceremony, Ruo Cang pinched the slightly moist water mark on the tip of his hair.

He walked to Ou Zhiming's side and picked up the hair dryer.

Ou Zhiming looked at Gu Yi, who was covered in blood from his face to his hands, and couldn't help asking, "What will happen to him?"

Ruo Cang glanced at Gu Yi, unable to feel any sympathy in his heart.

"Confess his evil deeds, and from then on try every means to make up for his sins, do good things himself, and persuade others to be good. Then, he chooses the way he fears the most and dreads the most, and spends his last days."

Ou Zhiming gave an example, "The second Xu Manhui?"

"It's more terrifying than Xu Manhui." Ruo Cang looked calmly, "If he really took human life, and the crime can be fatal, then he will really make up for all his mistakes and kill himself."

After finishing speaking, Ruocang picked up the blower and went out, "I'll blow my head."

Ou Zhiming has seen how terrifying Xu Manhui is.

That playboy, the second youngest in the world, is still tirelessly doing good deeds, like a perpetual motion machine, it seems that it will not stop.

It was scarier than Xu Manhui, Ou Zhiming couldn't imagine it.

He followed Ruo Cang out of the ashram, and seeing Ruo Cang find an outlet anywhere, he began to whimper and fly with short hairs.

The way Ruo Cang blows his hair is too careless.

Ou Zhiming reached out to help him suppress the flying short hair, and taught him, "Is it okay to be a little star conscious?"

"Why are you unconscious?"

Ruo Cang retorted confidently amidst the loud whining noise of the wind blowing, "Isn't it the same to blow dry and comb again?"

Of course not.

Ou Zhiming held down the short hair for him and combed it with his fingers.

One person blows the air, the other helps, and finally Ruo Cang's smooth hair is not blown into a black lion king.

The half-length hair that was blown soft and dry filled Ou Zhiming with a sense of accomplishment.

He even asked his disciples for a wooden hairpin to be worn by Ruo Cang.

It's a pity that the wooden hairpin is long and the hair is short.

Ruocang's hair has not yet grown to the advantageous length of Mr. Du, and it can be tied up with a wooden hairpin.

Ou Zhiming expressed deep regret, while Ruocang despised him.

"Why do you act like you have never seen a Taoist priest before?"

Ou Zhiming said, "I've seen a lot of Taoist priests, but this is the first time I've seen you wearing Taoist robes."

Ruocang is tall and tall, with a broad Taoist robe.

With its own fairy style, it is out of the dust and refined.

This advanced configuration, without a Taoist bun, is always the broken arm of Venus in Ou Zhiming's heart.

Beauty is beauty, but incomplete.

Ruo Cang didn't understand the artist's mind, so he returned the hair dryer and went to the dojo.

When they came back, the burning thuja incense in the dojo finally burned out.

Gu Yi, who was tied to the chair, closed his eyes tightly.

Ou Zhiming asked aloud: "Mr. Du, has Gu Yi finished?"

Mr. Du stroked his beard and said, "No, it hasn't started yet."

"The crime is too heavy, and it will take time to settle it."

Ruo Cang understood very well.

Back then Xu Manhui was silent for a quarter of a stick of incense, and sorted out all the things that he had borrowed 50 yuan and hadn't repaid it.

For Gu Yi's level of evil, I am afraid that he will need to spend a little more time thinking about it carefully, so as not to miss anything.

Once the incense is burned out, another incense is lit.

Just when everyone thought that tonight was going to be the end of Gu Yi's self-clearing, Gu Yi mumbled.

"I pushed Zhang Minzhe down the stairs."

As soon as Gu Yi opened his mouth, the room was filled with silence!

Even Ou Zhiming, who had the mentality of watching a movie, became heavy after hearing these words.

The change in his breath was so obvious that Ruocang had to ask, "Who is Zhang Minzhe?"

"Zhang Minzhe..." Ou Zhiming said the name, his voice became low, "He is an actor I worked with before, and he had an accident during filming a few months ago."

He stared at Gu Yi, and continued: "The crew said that Zhang Minzhe accidentally rolled down the stairs and hit his head."

"Right now, the person is still in the hospital."

The author has something to say: Gu Yi and Xu Manhui are not in the same character, nor are they in the same nature.

Xu Manhui did not commit any major crimes, so he started from the beginning to the end.

Gu Yi committed a major crime, so let's start with the major crime.

Intentional injury causing serious injury shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years in accordance with regulations.

Gu Yi is hopeless, let's be cremated.

Zhang Minzhe can still be saved.