Longmai, he ran away with someone

Knowing that the problem might be caused by his adoptive mother, Zhao Wencai quickly took out his mobile phone and called his adoptive mother.

But maybe because she didn't bring her mobile phone, the adoptive mother never answered the phone.

Zhao Wencai turned around in a hurry, wandering back and forth in the house, letting Song Tianfeng watch Xinfan.

"If you can't get in touch with your adoptive mother, then go directly to the door."

Zhao Wencai was stunned, and subconsciously looked at his wife on the bed: "But Huiwen..."

Song Tianfeng walked to the bedside, and then stopped: "I can temporarily dispel the ghost energy and make your wife wake up. But the symptoms are not the root cause, and the source must be found."

Zhao Wencai asked cautiously: "The master on TV, isn't he able to kill ghosts with just raising his hand?"

Song Tianfeng looked at him with a half-smile: "I can do that too."

"But whether your wife can survive it, I don't know."

Zhao Wencai slapped himself on the mouth happily: "I didn't say anything just now."

Song Tianfeng stretched out his hand, and gently wiped Zhao Wencai's wife.Something was caught in his palm, but no one could see it.

Except Song Cheng.

He frowned tightly, and saw something black in Song Tianfeng's white fingers.Like clouds and fog, it keeps changing its shape, as if it has wisdom, baring its teeth and claws.

Song Cheng was very disgusted.

Such hands should not touch such filth.

He took two steps forward, broke Song Tianfeng's hand, and crushed the black thing.

"Don't touch it."

"dirty."

His voice was a little hoarse, and he spoke slowly, but he spoke very hard.

Song Tianfeng didn't realize it for a while: "Aren't you dumb?" He shook his head, "No, you just saw something in my hand?" That's the point.

Song Cheng nodded slowly, still holding Song Tianfeng's hand.

He kneaded his fingers one by one, as if to wipe off all the dirt.

Song Tianfeng frowned slightly, feeling very uncomfortable, and withdrew his hand, Song Cheng seemed a little disappointed.

"What did you just see?"

"Black."

Song Tianfeng looked at Song Cheng again, but he still couldn't see his face.He looks like an ordinary fool, but he can actually see ghost aura.

Born with heavenly eyes?

Zhao Wencai interjected cautiously: "Are you ready?"

Song Tianfeng glanced at the bed: "I may wake up in a while, hurry up and feed something, so that I will have strength. Go find your adoptive mother tomorrow."

Zhao Wencai was overjoyed: "Alright, I'll pick up Master tomorrow morning."

Back to Shangqing Temple, Song Tianfeng sat at the top.

Song Cheng wanted to get closer, but was stopped by Song Tianfeng: "You just stand there."

Song Cheng stood blankly, Yuan Zhengqi felt very strange: "What just happened at Zhao Wencai's house?"

Song Tianfeng looked at Yuan Zhengqi's face for a while: "You were six years old and had a flood, right?"

Yuan Zhengqi didn't understand what was going on, but he still nodded: "I didn't step firmly in the countryside, and fell into the pond, almost drowning."

"There have been three women, right?"

"...Then how can it be called yes? I didn't do anything during the relationship, just flirting with little hands." Yuan Zhengqi muttered.

Song Tianfeng lowered his head and pondered, whether it was Yuan Zhengqi or Zhao Wencai, he could tell their fates at a glance, but why did he have no effect on Song Cheng?

"How did you feel in that room just now?"

Yuan Zhengqi scratched his head: "I don't feel anything, except a little cold."

Song Tianfeng looked at Song Cheng: "What about you?"

Song Cheng pursed his lips, feeling very bored at not being able to stand beside Song Tianfeng: "Uncomfortable, cold."

Ghost Qi is cold and cold, but only the target can feel it, which is Zhao Wencai's wife.It is correct to have no feeling like Yuan Zhengqi. Could it be that the little beggar who was picked up was also born to walk this way?

Song Tianfeng was caught in his own thoughts and didn't notice that Song Cheng quietly moved towards him.

Yuan Zhengqi covered his face, the 1.9-meter tall man made this movement, his eyes were hot.

In today's dharma-ending age, everyone is promoting something scientific.The lineage of metaphysics is already in decline.

He has the most complete inheritance and shoulders the great task of finding the dragon veins to revive the aura. On the way, if he meets a suitable and talented person, there is no harm in giving him advice.

Song Tianfeng figured it out quickly, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Song Cheng was pinching his hand again, and the words choked up on his lips: "...what are you doing."

Song Cheng didn't speak.

"Starting tomorrow, you have to learn metaphysics with me. Since you have the talent given by God, you can't waste it. Mountain doctor fortune telling, I am the least good at medicine, and the best at physiognomy. You should learn this from me first." .”

I don't know if Song Cheng understood, but he said, "Together with Fengfeng."

Yuan Zhengqi shuddered: "Grandfather, this is a fool, are you sure you can teach him? Fengfeng... vomit, I can't stand it."

"It's better to teach me than to teach him. I will also learn two tricks, and I will go outside to attract customers." After Yuan Zhengqi pretended to vomit, he began to wink and wink again, with a flattering expression on his face.

He knew that many girls like to believe in this, as well as those tarot divinations.If you can really learn two tricks, you don't have to worry about finding the fourth one!

Song Tianfeng glanced at him coldly: "I can't even feel the ghost energy, what else do I want to learn?"

"I don't catch ghosts, so I can make friends." Yuan Zhengqi said that he was not picky.

Song Tianfeng ignored him.

Song Tianfeng didn't get an answer, Song Cheng asked again: "Is Fengfeng with me?"

Song Tianfeng pinched his ears, with a strange expression on his face: "Why do you call me that?"

Song Cheng tilted his head: "Don't you like Fengfeng?"

It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I feel a little awkward for no reason.

But after all, he was a little beggar picked up, and he was a fool.

He can call it that way if he likes, and left and right are just a name.

"Well, I'm with you."

Song Cheng showed a dissatisfied expression: "Call me Chengcheng."

Song Tianfeng followed kindness like a stream: "I'm with Chengcheng."

Yuan Zhengqi showed a rather disgusted expression.

Two big men call each other "Fengfeng" and "Chengcheng", what's wrong?

The author has something to say: Song Cheng: I like Fengfeng, I like Fengfeng the most