Daoists will flirt with me if they disagree

When Guo Sanfeng left Qingfengguan, he wanted to be a happy ghost, and didn't want to run around to collect the souls for Shi Lanting, but after being "confessed" by Zhixin, he let himself go and wanted to be a romantic ghost.Until he felt that he had been 'slag up his feelings' by his obsession, and he had been a gloomy ecstasy ghost in Zizai for a month.

Hearing from Cun Nian that he could not retreat after that, he realized that he was always ups and downs because of his obsession, and now he really didn't know what he wanted to do.

Wuming hurt his foot, and he jumped on one leg all day long, practicing sword and cooking without delay.

Guo Sanfeng didn't know if there was a clear explanation between Wuming and Cunnian, but Cunnian came every day, not only helping Wuming heal and change medicines, but also bringing food to eat with them, watching Wuming practice swords and giving advice, sometimes even accepting them. Pass the sword and directly demonstrate to Wuming, this is back to not pretending to know Taoism, and it really is the four good young people taught by the Qingfeng sect.

While Guo Sanfeng spent his time in the mountains, he watched his apprentice develop a romantic relationship with Taoist priest Cunnian of Qingfeng Temple step by step.

He held the key to Qingfengguan Library Pavilion, but he didn't take a step. The last two times he accompanied Zhixin's "One Night Spring/Night" Zhixin had left "prostitution/funding". There were seven books before and after. Guo Sanfeng figured it out. Xin said 'one tael for one book', according to his worth three taels (soul), the two times should be six taels, um, Zhixin also tipped four taels more.

Guo Sanfeng admired his self-deprecating spirit.

Among them is a manuscript copy of the Art of Wind Control, which Guo Sanfeng has always coveted, and even had the idea of ​​worshiping Ben Nian as his teacher. Later, he insisted that he wanted to teach him. He would die of joy, and now it is finally placed in front of him.

Guo Sanfeng only swallowed this book, and gave the rest to Wuming.

Wu Ming didn't know how to avoid suspicion at all, and often took those books to Cun Nian for reference. Cun Nian probably didn't know that those books came from his own library, and he knew everything without saying anything.

Guo Sanfeng handed over his apprentice to others with confidence, and he went out early and returned home every day to practice the art of controlling the wind, and the target was the morning dew on the old plum tree.

From spring to summer, when flowers fall, new buds grow and new leaves grow, Guo Sanfeng rushes to the top of the mountain before dawn. Yusan flies from the top of the mountain to the opposite mountain, and then practices manipulating the wind to collect the dew on the plum leaves. As for Yufeng, at first the wind was weak and then strong, and the dew either stood still or fell like a waterfall of rain, until he could master the wind force proficiently.

He holds the umbrella in his left hand, and with his right hand controls the wind to blow the dew on the leaves, and then blows it to a small pot placed on the top of the tree. Drop by drop, it flows into the pot from the thin spout. Guo Sanfeng feels like an acrobat.

The last drop fell on the mouth of the pot, when it was full, Guo Sanfeng stretched out his hand, and the small pot filled with dew flew into his hand, he had mastered the art of controlling the wind.

When Guo Sanfeng was happy, he waved his hand again, and the dew on the plum tree fell like a waterfall of rain. He held up the umbrella under the tree and turned it around, and the dew flew obliquely along the edge of his umbrella. He watched the dew and rain under the tree. With a smile on his face.

Guo Sanfeng complacently walked down the mountain with a small pot humming a little tune.

"Sister, go forward boldly, don't go back—"

The last sound caught in his throat.

Zhixin was wearing a navy blue robe, with a wooden hairpin tied in a bun on his head, standing tall and straight in the middle of the road, staring at him intently.

Guo Sanfeng also looked back at Persistence, this fellow Taoist who scumbag of him seems to have lost some weight...

"You learn the art of controlling the wind quickly." Zhixin opened his mouth first.

Guo Sanfeng raised the small pot in his hand: "Will fellow Taoist make tea for me?"

"Go to Qingfeng Guan?" Zhixin walked up to him, took the small pot and held it in his hand.

"Go to my free house."

The two of them walked down the mountain slowly to Zizai Hut, Wuming and Cunnian were practicing sword together, they flew and moved in sync, and occasionally their eyes met, all in all they looked very basic.

"Master, the Daoist Master of Perseverance."

"Master, Daoist Sanfeng."

Cunnian comes from Zailu to check in every day. Now that Guo Sanfeng has lost his horse, he starts to pretend to be the Taoist priest of Sanfeng openly, and makes Cunnian change his mouth.

The two of them nodded at the same time, and then they walked into the front hall of Zizai Hut together.

They didn't know that in front of the two apprentices, it seemed very basic for them to act in such a tacit synchronization.

It is said to be the front hall, which is a half-stove room separated from a wooden house, in which there are tables and chairs brought from Qingfeng Temple.

Guo Sanfeng sat down on the chair, went straight to the stove, and put the small pot on the clay stove. On the ground was the firewood that Wuming chopped every day. He used the firewood to start the fire, and controlled the firepower. That dew boiled.

Guo Sanfeng took two thick bowls and squeezed a pinch of tea into each bowl. The thick bowls were burned by himself, and the tea leaves were picked by Wuming in the mountains.Zhixin brought out the small pot, poured water into the bowl, put it aside, and sat down at the table.

Without a teacup lid, Guo Sanfeng moved the bowl in front of him and blew gently.

Zhixin looked at his eyebrows and eyes in the dense water vapor: "You are Shi Lanting."

Guo Sanfeng looked up at him, with a wry smile on his lips: "My name is Guo Sanfeng, my birthday is February 24th, my... father's name is Guo Yu, my grandfather's name is Guo Zhanqi, and my family has learned Maoshan Shu for generations."

"... Shi Lanting's birthday is also February 24."

Guo Sanfeng shook his head, is this fellow Taoist closed and insane?Do you have to prove that he is Shi Lanting?People have been dead for 20 years, can't you accept it now?

"You can come to a place with me and the truth will be revealed."

In the middle of the night, Zhixin took Guo Sanfeng to find a very dark place, Guo Sanfeng rubbed his eyes, he felt that his eyes were very blurry, like watching a 3D movie with naked eyes.After Zhixin set up the case table and finished doing the method, he finally understood what was going on.

The entrance to the underworld is hidden in the most yin place in the world. He is a lonely ghost, that is, he has not been to the underworld to report his registration as a ghost. The gate of the underworld is open to him, so he could have seen it just now. Qi, isolated from the world, what they see now is the underworld.

"Let's just go in like this?" Guo Sanfeng asked.

Zhixin nodded: "You and I are not angry, so we won't be discovered easily, but don't act rashly, and don't talk."

The two of them entered the underworld, determined to fix the two ghost messengers, put on the clothes of the ghost messengers, and then continued to go deep into the underworld.

Zhixin has an appearance that should not be approached by strangers, even ghosts dare not look directly at him.

Guo Sanfeng drooped his head, turned his legs aside, walked inwardly, and took one step at a time, letting out a "painful growl" from time to time.

After being stared at by several ghosts, he persisted in stabbing Guo Sanfeng: "What are you doing?"

"Pretending to be a ghost."

"...you don't have to."

Guo Sanfeng slapped his forehead, damn it, he almost forgot that he was a ghost, it really can't be true anymore, zombie movies are harmful...

They passed the Wangchuan Huangquan Naihe Bridge and the Ten Temples of Yincao.

The legendary underworld is indeed well-deserved. It is full of torture scenes, extremely bloody and brutal, and there are almost no ghosts with all beards and feathers.When encountering the bull's head and the horse's face by chance, Zhixin dragged Guo Sanfeng away in a hurry, Guo Sanfeng couldn't stop looking back at the bull's head.

This bull's head is wrong, it's not at all the cold male god he met before, what's going on?

Suddenly, Guo Sanfeng's eyes widened.

Huh?This place looks familiar.

"Fellow Daoist, where is this?" Guo Sanfeng pointed to a gray mist.

"The place of the five turbidities, you can go to the reincarnation platform through here to reincarnate."

Isn't this the last place he stayed in the real world?He got lost in this so-called place of five turbidities and fell into this weird world!

Maybe he can go back in by rushing in now...

"What?" Zhixin asked, looking at him.

This may be a historic moment that cannot be missed, Guo Sanfeng turned to look at Zhixin.

"...It's okay, let's go."

He even wanted to know why he came here, why he could be Shi Lanting's soul.

When they entered the tenth hall, it was similar to the mansion in Yangjian, but there was a ghostly atmosphere everywhere, even if there was no ghost, it would be scary enough.

"Fellow Daoist, what did you bring me here for?"

"Lighting Mirror."

Guo Sanfeng wondered what fellow daoist meant by this, just about to step in, Zhixin stretched out his hand to stop him.Guo Sanfeng raised his eyes to look at Zhixin, and found that he looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, the Taoist priest also knew he was afraid?

Guo Sanfeng followed his gaze in bewilderment, it turns out that there are not... ghosts in this palace.

There is a huge mirror on the left side of the hall, it should be the bright mirror that insisted on talking about, standing in front of the mirror is a tall and slender ghost in soap clothes, probably guarding the mirror specially, this dress and figure are so gloomy In Sen's Ghost Palace, even those with bad eyesight can't really see him.

Zhixin could only enter the underworld because he isolated his own yang energy and anger. At this time, he could not use Taoism, and he did not move for a while in front of Guo Sanfeng.

"Brother, are you on duty today?" Guo Sanfeng rolled his eyes, bypassed Zhixin, and walked forward with a bow.

"Who are you?" The ghost was so dedicated to his job that he stood obediently in front of the mirror, talking with his mouth open.

"My little brother is from the Fifth Hall, and something went wrong while walking in the Yangjian today." Guo Sanfeng took out a few pieces of silver from his sleeve in one hand, "Brother, help me, I invite you to drink tea with this money."

Slender and tall looking at a few pieces of white silver, his eyes flashed, the salary that ghost messengers get in the underworld is also ghost money, when has he seen real money.

Guo Sanfeng was secretly happy that there was a door, and he stuffed a bunch of silver in his hand into his slender belt without saying anything: "I am often sent to the world to walk, and my elder brother can find me in the fifth hall if he needs it. You bring it here."

"Who is this?" Slender Tall suddenly asked.

Guo Sanfeng looked back, it turned out that Zhixin had walked behind him, not waiting for him to make up nonsense, Zhixin said: "I am under the seat of Daoist Wang."

"Ah? So it's my lord, I'm paying respects to you." The slender tall man nodded, his unusually long neck actually bent.

Guo Sanfeng said in his heart, my fellow Taoist is amazing, even making up nonsense is better than himself, I really can't accept it.

"My lord and this little brother are together?" Xi Gaotiao remembered the bribe/bribe from Guo Sanfeng just now, and immediately became more cautious.

Zhixin nodded, said no more, and pulled Guo Sanfeng to stand in front of the Mirror.

The slender man hurriedly turned his back, probably because he felt that he couldn't pry into the secrets of his job.

After a long time there was no movement, Slender Tall turned around again, the two had disappeared, he immediately reached out to touch his waist, and found that the silver was still there, with a confused expression on his face.

Guo Sanfeng followed Zhixin and sneaked all the way back to the original road. He finally looked at the land of five turbidities and smacked his lips. He had to meet again by fate...

They left the underworld and returned to Yangjian, Guo Sanfeng regained the vision of watching 3D movies with naked eyes, Zhixin quickly put away his things, and stretched out his hand to him.

Guo Sanfeng thought Zhixin handed him something, so he stretched out his hand to pick it up, but Zhixin grabbed him: "You can see clearly, you are Shi Lanting, otherwise the souls would not be able to merge."

Guo Sanfeng was also confused, just now Zhixin took him to look into the mirror, and what was shown in the mirror was indeed a person's soul.

The evil mirror in the first hall of the underworld can illuminate people's good and evil, and the bright mirror in the tenth hall can illuminate people's souls. Of course, what the mirror has illuminated is unmistakable...

Could it be that he was the reincarnation of Shi Lanting's soul?But Shi Lanting's soul is not complete, and his soul is scattered in the world, theoretically, it is impossible to reincarnate.

This Shi Lanting is indeed extraordinary, with suspenseful life experience and strange encounters, he made Guo Sanfeng doubt not only his own life, but also his own birth...

"Friend Daoist, can a person with an incomplete soul be reincarnated?"

"For a person like Shi Lanting who has lost his soul, it is not impossible if his soul enters the way of reincarnation. However, if the soul is incomplete and reincarnated as a human being, there must be defects, such as being unable to speak or hear, and what's more, the consciousness is chaotic and stupid."

Guo Sanfeng thought to himself, it is so difficult for him to grow up to be a normal person.

"I'm afraid there is another reason for this." Zhixin frowned several times, obviously very confused.

"Fellow Daoist, what are we doing now?" Guo Sanfeng felt that this was too unimaginable.

"Go to Qiutang County."

This time, I didn't use the ground shrinking technique, and I flew with Guo Sanfeng's umbrella, the cool breeze and good vision, Guo Sanfeng was quite proud.

It has been a year since they came back to Qiutang County again. They came to the previous farmhouse where they lived. There was a new baby boy in this family. The host was in good spirits on happy occasions, and brought them a bowl of red-skinned eggs.

Guo Sanfeng was also happy, and sealed the little baby with lucky money.

In the middle of the night, everyone fell asleep, and the chickens and dogs were tired.Guo Sanfeng and Zhixin lay on the roof, looking at the little elf sneaking out of the yard.

"What is he doing?" Guo Sanfeng was puzzled, and turned to Zhixin.

"...Cleaning the toilet."

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I don’t have any manuscripts saved, and I’m still at home during the Chinese New Year. During this period, it may take two days to update, but there will be no pitfalls. The trash who has no manuscripts is kneeling here, crying