Relocation Brigade

"Patients with dementia disease usually lie down in bed, and their souls float out of their bodies, leading them to do things at night, and their behavior is no different from that of normal people. But they have no impression of what they do during the day. "Chen Ling said in a simple and clear way, "Psychologically, this symptom also has an explanation. It is a kind of self-protection that people respond to when they avoid pain and fear."

"Master Chen, I don't know anything about these things, please explain clearly." Tang Siping lifted the child up, and patted his back with his big hand to comfort him.

"You said before that Tongtong didn't talk or laugh after that, didn't you just mean day or night?" Chen Ling asked.

Tang Siping was silent. He nodded and said with a gloomy face, "Indeed."

Chen Ling: "Just the symptoms Tongtong exhibited during the onset of the disease are completely inconsistent with the disease of leaving the soul."

"But Tongtong has been staying at home, what can he be scared of?" Tang Siping was full of confusion, his brain was working rapidly, recalling all the past.

After a while, he said slowly, "Could it be... because of my wife?"

"What did Mr. Tang think of?" Chen Ling looked at the child's hand firmly grasping his father's sleeve, feeling pitiful, and didn't know what ghosts and ghosts were hiding in his closed self-world.

Tang Siping said: "It was about Tongtong being injured and fainting before. I asked my wife afterwards, and she said that because of being naughty, Tongtong took a fruit knife into the study and wanted to tear down an invitation letter I put on the table. After being found out, my wife was very anxious and taught him a lesson, but Tongtong lost his temper, not only refused to hand over the fruit knife, but pointed the knife at his mother who loves him the most.”

Thinking of this incident, Tang Siping frowned, confused, puzzled, and helpless and angry at the naughty child.

"Master Chen, just think about it. What should my wife do in this situation? Naturally, she should find a way to grab the fruit knife. But she has trouble with her legs and feet, so she pulled it with difficulty, and the knife in Tongtong's hand accidentally cut him. own hands."

"Then why did he faint?" Chen Ling didn't believe what Mrs. Tang told her husband, and didn't show it on the surface.

Tang Siping took one of the child's arms off his shoulder and showed the inside of the arm. There was a long scar on it. Because of the scar removal surgery, only a light white mark remained on the uneven scar.

"It's so badly injured?" Wu Weiwei poked his head out from behind Chen Ling, and followed him with a glance, "What kind of pain does such an older child have to suffer?"

Tang Siping: "That's right, Tongtong passed out immediately."

This set of rhetoric and the previous general description are also considered correct. At first glance, there is no logical error, but among the people present, Brother Fat and Shou and Chen Ling all know that Mrs. Tang is not human at all.

This perfect story, to Tang Siping, was the answer to his son's injury, but to Chen Ling and others, it was a lie to cover up the facts.

Tong Tong was probably scared out of his wits when he saw Mrs. Tang being killed, or discovered Xiao Yang's secret.

At night, the fear hidden deep in his soul will urge him to hide, and he must hide, or he will be eaten.

Chen Ling took a deep breath, and his palm fell on the child's back.

Tong Tong's body stiffened for a moment, and the hands holding his father's neck tightened and tightened, then he turned his head and stared at Chen Ling with dark, empty eyes.

Chen Ling asked him softly: "Tongtong, do you still remember your mother?"

Tongtong stared blankly at the young man's moving mouth, his lips moved very slightly, but did not make any sound.

Chen Ling withdrew his hand and looked at Tang Siping, "Does Mr. Tang trust me?"

"I believe it, of course I believe it." Tang Siping faintly sensed something, and said emotionally, "Master Chen can cure my son?"

Chen Ling said "Yes", "Since you trust me, then give the child to me tonight."

Tang Siping subconsciously took half a step back, not at ease, "Master Chen, Tongtong is too young, he has to watch him all the time at night. Why don't I take him with you, so I can take care of him."

Chen Ling said inexplicably, "You have thought it through."

"The child cannot be taken away." A sharp female voice interrupted the peaceful atmosphere.

Mrs. Tang sat in a wheelchair and was pushed in front of everyone by the nanny.

She looked tenderly at the child in her husband's arms, and stretched out her hands, "Tongtong, come, let mother hug you."

Tongtong's eyes were still dull, but Chen Ling noticed that his hand holding Tang Siping trembled slightly.

He smiled and looked at Mrs. Tang: "Mrs. Tang, I also did it out of good intentions. Tongtong's illness is not serious, and he only needs to drink a talisman water to cure him. Unfortunately, I just didn't have that talisman paper." Take it with you."

"Couldn't it be cured tomorrow?" Mrs. Tang frowned, her red lips were tightly pursed, her face was full of concern for her son, "He is timid, and he has to be accompanied by an adult every night. Of course, Master Chen can take the child away. Take it back, but I'm afraid that if he makes a fuss, it will affect your rest."

Mrs. Tang's attitude of pretending to be concerned, but actually obstructing, is enough to show her fear.

There must be a secret that is closely related to her hidden in Tongtong.

Chen Ling's attitude became resolute, "It's okay, the longer the delay, the more unfavorable it is to the child's soul." He looked at Tang Siping, "Mr. Tang, what do you think?"

Tang Siping hesitated because of his wife's arrival.

Wu Weiwei saw his Brother Chen's intentions, and persuaded him: "Mr. Tang, if the soul is not cohesive and does not possess a body, and if you are unlucky and meet a passing ghost, Tong Tong's soul can easily be taken away as a lonely soul. This Sifang Mountain is far away from the urban area, with few people and many trees...Even if ghosts can't come, if you encounter evil ghosts and want to take possession of such a body that has almost no three souls and seven souls..."

Needless to say, Tang Siping was already pale with fright.

He said: "Then listen to Mr. Chen, and take the child back first." After a pause for a few seconds, he asked, "Can I come with you?"

"Okay." Chen Ling took Tongtong from him, and the child was like a puppet, being carried around unconsciously without any resistance.

Mrs. Tang bit her red lips lightly, and called out worriedly, "Siping."

Tang Siping kissed her forehead soothingly, "It's okay, I'll follow."

He tucked his wife's hair behind her ears, and said to his aunt, "The night dew is heavy at this point, and the temperature is not too high. Take your wife back quickly."

Auntie is an old servant of the Tang family, and she has been taking care of Mrs. Tang since the car accident. Hearing this, she pulled the thin quilt on Mrs. Tang's lap and said softly, "Madam, let me take you home first. "

Mrs. Tang closed her eyes, and the tense veins on her forehead almost bulged.

Opening her eyes again, she regained her usual gentleness, took her husband's hand and said, "Then I'll wait for your news at home."

Tang Siping patted the back of his wife's hand, flustered for no reason, until his aunt pushed his wife out of the office, he looked away and looked at Chen Ling pleadingly.

"Master Chen, please excuse me."

"It should." Chen Ling looked at Wu Weiwei, "Hurry up, go to my room and take out the things in the schoolbag first."

Wu Weiwei said hello, and went out of the window directly.

"Chen..." Li Hongyu paused, thinking that everyone who fought side by side twice could not be regarded as strangers, so he changed his mouth and said, "Chen Ling, I will go to the villa to guard."

Mrs. Tang is afraid that she is going to jump over the wall in a hurry. Someone must watch her.

Chen Ling warned: "Be careful."

Tang Siping couldn't understand the riddle between the two, and thought that Li Hongyu was simply concerned about his wife's safety, and thought that not all Qingxuanguan were fake Taoist priests cheating money, at least Li Hongyu, a little master, was a good person.

"Junior brother, we'll be with you." The fat and thin senior brother raised his foot and chased after the younger junior brother.

Right now only the chief and deputy security captain and Tang Siping are left. Chen Ling imitated Tang Siping's previous appearance, gently patted the child on the back, and asked as he walked out, "When did Mr. Tang find out that the child disappeared?"

Tang Siping: "Ten minutes ago."

"Wake up in the middle of the night to watch the kids?"

"Yes." Tang Siping said, "I'm always worried that something will happen to him hiding somewhere."

"Then did Mrs. Tang know when you left the room?" Most of Chen Ling's attention was on Tongtong. Climbed and climbed.

He turned his face sideways, and his lips were just close to Tongtong's small ears, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Seeing that the young man was so gentle to his son, Tang Siping was happy, and replied honestly: "Master Chen, let me tell you the truth, my wife and I are separated."

Seeing the young man and the two security guards looking at him in surprise, he explained: "Her leg was seriously injured at the time, and she had many scars. My wife was afraid that I would dislike her, so she refused to do it after she came back from the hospital. Let me share a room with her."

The couple have gone through so many ups and downs, how could they feel disgusted because of this kind of thing, Tang Siping communicated with his wife many times about this, but they couldn't change the other party's mind.

Later, he stopped mentioning it, thinking that when his wife really overcomes the psychological shadow left by the car accident, the differences will be resolved.

The two security guards followed behind silently, admiring in their hearts that Mr. Tang usually treats Mrs. Tang very well and has nothing to say.

It is not an exaggeration to praise a gentleman and a role model for a man.

Chen Ling was the exact opposite, and suddenly he couldn't bear to tell Tang Siping the truth. It was obvious that he really loved his wife.

"So when you left, you didn't know if Mrs. Tang was in the room." Then it was probably because Xiao Yang knew Tang Siping got up before, and was afraid that he would find out that he was not in the room, so he suddenly stopped killing and disappeared.

Tang Siping couldn't understand why Chen Ling insisted on getting his wife involved, he frowned unhappily, and his face was not as kind as before.

"Mr. Tang, I hope that no matter what happens next, you will remain calm." Chen Ling gave a vaccination in advance.

Tang Siping was stunned for a moment, not knowing why, and agreed: "Master Chen, don't worry, I will definitely restrain my emotions."

The expression on Chen Ling's face became more serious, and he was mentally building up for the next thing.

He had never done such a thing as filling someone's soul before, and he had never seen his master do it. Even the talisman paper he brought was copied from when he first came into contact with talisman a long time ago, in order to have a comprehensive understanding of talisman art.

In principle, it doesn't count as drawing by oneself at all.

Chen Ling returned to the sixth floor with anxiety, and found that the door was half-closed, and a figure swayed past the door.

It's Wu Weiwei.

Hearing footsteps, he looked back, "Brother Chen, you're back, can you see if you can do this?"

Wu Weiwei didn't dare to rummage through the things in Chen Ling's schoolbag, so he took out the things in his own bag first, and made a temporary simple altar.

There is a wooden fish on the altar, a bowl of rice for sticking incense, and two unlit candles standing on the left and right sides.And in front of these things, Wu Weiwei also pasted the plastic posters of the three Taoist ancestors with transparent glue.

Chen Ling: "..."

Wu Weiwei pointed to the three posters and said, "Don't look at them as having no texture, but every time I go to the Taoist temple to offer incense, I will bring them with me, so that I can smell the incense of the ancestors."

Zhao Xunchang once taught that the Dharma altar is optional, the important thing is to have God in the heart, to have thoughts in the heart, to have righteousness in the heart, and the external form is of little significance.

To do this kind of thing, it depends on the practice of the person himself.

It is not a bragging to say that a person with profound Taoism can draw symbols through the sky and the earth.

Chen Ling collected his breath, thinking that Wu Weiwei's dharma altar would not be bad if it were displayed, after all, it was the first time, and it was a valuable experience for both the gods he invited and himself.

Freed a hand and pressed Wu Weiwei's shoulder, "Good job."

"Must." Wu Weiwei pointed in the direction of the window, "Ever since I got up, Brother Jiang has been standing in front of the window, and I don't know what he's looking at."

When Chen Ling entered the door, he was fascinated by the gaudy altar, and then saw the man standing by the window.

Put the baby in your arms on the bed and let him lie down obediently.

The young man's cooing voice attracted Jiang Yu's attention. The man turned around, glanced at the little boy who refused to lie down, strode over, and put his fingertips on the other's brow, and the child lay on his back on the pillow, quietly I closed my eyes.

Tang Siping shouted anxiously: "What happened to Tongtong?!"

"It's okay." Chen Ling said, "Just let him sleep for a while."

He raised his face and looked at Jiang Yu: "I'm going to help Tongtong fix his soul later, and you help me protect the law."

Jiang Yu. "good."

With the old ancestor sitting in charge, Chen Ling's dangling heart settled down. He walked to the bedside, picked up his schoolbag, and pulled out a stack of talisman papers from the interlayer.

The content of the talisman paper was varied, and Tang Siping was dumbfounded. Although they were all ghostly drawn talismans, the strokes with twists and turns were more profound than the ones he had invited from other masters before.

Like counting banknotes, Chen Ling flipped through them one by one, took out one from the middle, and put it on the altar.

There was an imperial edict written on the talisman paper, but there was no seal on the bottom. He took off the seal of the Yellow God Yue on his neck, took out liquid cinnabar to dip it in, and covered the talisman paper with force.

The ordinary yellow talisman paper instantly became a little more mysterious.

Chen Ling was a little nervous, just closing his eyes and opening them again, he looked at Jiang Yu, "I'm going to start."

Jiang Yu opened his lips: "Wait a minute."

Chen Ling looked over in confusion, and saw the man put the index finger of his right hand between his lips, the pulp of the finger was bitten, and the dark red blood oozed out and stained his lips.

With warm and wet fingertips, they touched the young man's brows, and the man approached him in a daze, the tip of his nose almost touching his cheek.

"Lend me a little strength."

After Jiang Yu finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and the limp talisman between Chen Ling's fingers straightened.

Chen Ling didn't care to think about the sudden coquettish operation of his ancestors, closed his eyes, and concentrated his energy: "There are three clears on the top, ten halls on the bottom, three souls return to peace, seven souls return to tranquility, the ghosts and gods on the upper and lower listen to my petition, gather their souls together , the law is coming!"

The straight talisman paper made a rustling sound automatically without wind.

Chen Ling felt endless strength all over his body, the area between his eyebrows seemed to be rolling magma, and the scorching heat rushed towards his dantian.

With flexible fingertips, he folded the talisman paper into a small yellow paper figurine, and handed it to Tang Siping, "Write the child's birth date on it."

Tang Siping recovered from his daze, took the ballpoint pen that Wu Weiwei handed over in time, and quickly wrote down the child's birth date.

He secretly rejoiced that the person who put the child at the gate of the orphanage left a specific birthday in his infancy, otherwise he would not know what to do today.

When the last character of the horoscope fell, the little paper figurine came to life and stood upright on the table.

Chen Ling took down the candle on the table, stuck the flame on the top of the paper figurine's head, then grabbed its feet and turned it upside down so that the flame would float upwards.

"Wu Weiwei, water glass."

Wu Weiwei poured water into the glass. Just after he put it on the altar, before he took his hand away, the paper figurine, which had been burnt to the point where only its toes remained, was pushed into the water, making a sizzling sound, and the gray smoke went straight to the ceiling. float up.

After the talisman paper entered the water, it was burned into black paper ashes, leaving only a shape of the paper figurine and instantly collapsed into fine powder, which was compatible with the liquid.

Chen Ling sat on the bedside with the cup of unsensual drink, raised his chin at Tang Siping, and commanded: "Mr. Tang, I will support him, and you come and feed him."

"Oh, good." Tang Siping took the cup in a hurry, not knowing where to start.

Chen Ling pinched the child's cheeks with two fingers, forcing him to open his teeth and lips, and motioned: "Hey."

Tang Siping cautiously put the cup against his son's lower lip, and lifted it up little by little. The black liquid flowed in, but it didn't overflow from his mouth as imagined, but voluntarily entered his throat and entered the esophagus.

A cup of talisman water is only about a hundred milliliters, but Tang Siping felt that he was doing a huge project.

The fortifications were over, and he was exhausted.

Chen Ling put the child back on the bed, the composure on his face disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he looked at Jiang Yu inquiringly, "Are you done?"

Jiang Yu looked at the child's cute sleeping face, nodded, wiped the blood between the young man's eyebrows with his thumb, and found that it had solidified.

He chuckled, "If you can't get rid of it, then keep it, it's pretty."

The corner of Chen Ling's mouth twitched, and he ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror, curled his lips and cursed, what looked so good, what level of appreciation.

Turn on the faucet, bury your head down, and splash water between your eyebrows with one hand.

After repeating the action several times, Chen Ling stood up and looked in the mirror. It was strange that it couldn't be washed off.

Chen Ling went out angrily, pointing at the center of his brow and questioning with a suppressed voice: "Why can't it be washed off?!"

Jiang Yu pretended to be contemplative, and said leisurely, "Maybe it's because I don't want to?"

Chen Ling's chest was suffocated, and his cheeks bulged. He is a business leader after all, so what's the matter with a red spot on his brow!

Seeing the depression of the young man, Jiang Yu reluctantly pulled a paper towel and carefully wiped off the blood for him, "Since it can't be left in a conspicuous place, then next time, leave the trace somewhere else."

Chen Ling blushed and taught the lesson: "What nonsense are you talking about, there are still people around."

Jiang Yu glanced over, the two security guards bowed their heads to light their cigarettes, Tang Siping bent over to wipe his son's face, and Wu Weiwei took out his notebook and concentrated on taking notes.

Chen Ling: "..."

Can't tell, he's surrounded by actors!

Jiang Yu patted the young man's head, inserted his fingers into the hair unscrupulously, and rubbed it pamperingly, "Can you say it when no one is around?"

Chen Ling clearly felt that the pace of this temptation was magnified, maybe it was because the two had been living in harmony for a long time, or maybe it was because of his connivance before going to bed.

"No!" He flustered and brought up other topics, blocking the man's next words, "Why lend me your strength all of a sudden, I remember you said that I need to experience, and don't interfere with the affairs of the world."

Jiang Yu was also afraid that he would really make people go crazy, so he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and took the young man to the window.

The sky in the early morning should have been a deep blue, but now it was full of dark clouds, crowding darkly over Sifang Mountain.

Opposite to the thick clouds, it is the plantation forest under Sifang Mountain.The trees in the forest swayed very slightly, as if a giant passed through them.

"What's going on..." Chen Ling murmured.

"If the mountain spirit becomes the weather, it will be the root of the spirit of the forest, and it will complement everything in the forest. It is said that one hair will move the whole body, the owl will be angry, and the mountain will collapse." Jiang Yu's tone was flat, as if something big had happened to him In front of him, it was just a trivial matter that passed by.

"But didn't he come from Xiushui City!" Even if he has roots, he should be in Xiushui City.

"Mountain spirits, like other creatures in the world, need nutrients to grow."

"That's why Mrs. Tang advocated moving here from Xiushui City because the energy there was no longer enough to satisfy her, and she didn't care about Mr. Tang at all." Chen Ling faintly understood, and the speed of his speech became faster and faster, "Sifang Mountain itself is full of trees. Abundant, it is also a famous mountain for thousands of years, with huge energy reserves. After the mountain spirit moved in, it connected with the thousands of spirits of Sifang Mountain, and became the master of Sifang Mountain... I thought that Mrs. Tang could only control vegetation, Unexpectedly, this whole mountain would become her killing weapon..."

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the emotion in his eyes was unfathomable: "This owl sun may have been rampant in the world for thousands of years." On this point, he was somewhat unexpected.

"Master Chen." Tang Siping's voice came from behind.

His face was pale, his lips opened and closed, as if he had suffered a major blow, "I just heard...you are talking about my wife."

Chen Ling: "Mr. Tang, I don't have time to explain to you now."

The ancestor's calmness shows that the situation has not yet reached the point of collapse.

Chen Ling seized the time, picked up Tongtong, who was still unconscious on the bed, stuffed it into Tang Siping's arms, and pushed him out, "Go and inform everyone in the dormitory to leave Sifang Mountain immediately, hurry up!"