Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Fu Tong now feels a pain in the head when he hears the word "little senior brother".

Because Rao She really used his life to talk about his little brother along the way.

My little brother is super pretty.

My little brother is super awesome.

My little senior brother was born with the addition of yin and yang eyes and celestial eyes, and can see through the merits and virtues of people.

My little brother is also very good at practicing. What is better than me is not the 01:30 point. Those simple little spells can be cast instantly without spells, and they can be superimposed on a large scale.

My little brother...

It hasn't stopped for the past half hour.

But now, the little celestial master is standing next to his little brother, and he can't even hide his fanboy attributes.

Fu Tong sighed silently: "Is he always like this to his little brother?"

"Almost." Fan Xiu nodded, "Although the child chatters a little at ordinary times, it's still within the acceptable range, but whenever he meets his little brother, he goes crazy and wants to tell the whole world about it.

Fu Tong touched his chin: "Does he like little brother?"

This time the person who answered the call became Bai Tang: "It shouldn't be, it's pure admiration and yearning. The little brother is really good. Two years ago, there was a third-rate celestial master who didn't have good eyesight in the main family of the Tianshifu who provoked him. Little brother Senior brother thought he was weak and lazy, so he went directly to me and crushed him with force for three days and three nights, beating one at sight, and finally the great celestial master personally came forward to mediate and apologize."

"The Tianshi Mansion is so narrow-minded, can it swallow this breath?"

"If you can't swallow it, you have to swallow it. Who makes them so many people can't beat the little brother in a wheel battle? Brother Tong, I think you are the same person as the little brother. You have a high force value, a good personality, and a good-looking appearance. It makes people yearn for a special move." People like it."

The little white rabbit has eyes and a sweet mouth.

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Your rabbit ears have come out again."

Bai Tang reflexively raised his hand to press his ear, and as soon as he pressed it, Rao She turned around and waved to them with a smile: "Everyone, come quickly, what are you doing standing there?"

The little senior brother stood beside him, with a smile in his peach blossom eyes, that kind of eye-catching and good-looking.

It feels quite similar to Wen Lang.

A few people walked over, Rao She was in a good mood, his eyes were curved into crescent moons: "Brother, this is a new colleague in the bureau, the girl in red is called Su Xuan, isn't she very pretty? The one next to us is us." Brother Tong, you must still remember what I told you many times before, Brother Tong Brother Tong, this is our little brother, the current master of Jingyun Temple, he is very nice and outstanding!"

Talked a lot, but didn't even say the name clearly.

The little brother smiled helplessly, and stretched out his hand to Fu Tong: "Hello, Feng Yunwei."

Fu Tong shook hands with him: "Fu Tong."

Even if you know it.

Rao She looked at Fu Tong and then at Feng Yunwei: "Brother Tong, little senior brother, why do I feel that the greetings of you two are not warm at all?"

"Otherwise, what else do you want?" Feng Yunwei smiled and tapped him on the forehead, then looked back at Xue Ling, "Is the seal to be set this time still the same as before?"

Xue Ling nodded quietly: "Thank you."

Feng Yunwei smiled: "You don't have to be polite, it's not a troublesome thing, just take it as a thank you gift for taking care of my little brother."

Rao She bent his eyes and smiled beside him, satisfied and joyful.

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Going to Xue Ling is the most important thing at the moment. The few people behind them didn't stay outside for too long. Feng Yunwei took Xue Ling to an attic on the left side of the temple. Fan Xiu, Bai Tang and Rao Shezhi He went to the Peach Blossom Marriage Tree, and took Su Xuan with him when he went, saying that he wanted to cultivate a relationship with his new colleagues.

I can't hide the urgency to get out of the order.

Fu Tong laughed, and instead of being with them, he walked around the Taoist temple, looking at the mountains and looking at the clouds, and asked for a few evil talismans on the way. After walking like this for an unknown period of time, he finally stopped outside the main hall of the Taoist temple.

The door of the hall was open, and there were ever-burning lamps on both sides of the stone steps. In the middle of the hall, a golden statue was enshrined, and lamps were also burning around it. The censer was filled with a pure heart talisman. As soon as Fu Tong walked in, he felt that the whole person was quiet.

He was alone in the temple at this time.

Fu Tong went to the front and burned three sticks of incense, but he did not get up after worshiping the god statue. He slowly looked at the fortune-telling cylinder next to him, with a hesitant expression on his face.

After hesitating for a few seconds, I heard someone behind me speak, with a clear voice and a little smile: "If you are confused, please ask for a lottery."

Fu Tong turned his head, it was Feng Yunwei.

I don't know when it came, the hem of the Taoist robe was slightly stained with dust, and the tiredness could not be concealed between the eyebrows and eyes.

Doing the math, almost 45 minutes have passed since he brought Xue Ling into the attic.

"Is Xue Ling ready?"

"Okay." Feng Yunwei looked at him, "But I think you are probably not well here, how about it, can you ask for a lottery? I can help you undo the lottery. It's free and no money will be charged."

His eyes are very beautiful, from a certain angle, they are almost clean to translucent brown, transparent and clear, as if you can see into other people's hearts at a glance.

The two looked at each other, half a minute later, Fu Tong turned his eyes away, and his eyes stayed on the lottery for a while, before finally picking it up and shaking it.

After a bang, a brown wooden stick fell out of it. The signed text was extremely obscure. Fu Tong picked it up and glanced at it but couldn't understand it. Feng Yunwei, who was next to him, smiled: "Is there something wrong with what you were thinking when you made the bookmark?" A lot? The things involved in the signature are quite complicated, including love, career, and life, but the result is pretty good, good luck, it’s signed, and the solutions are similar, and it can be summed up simply in four words.”

"what?"

"It's very welcome."

Fu Tong meal.

Feng Yunwei's finger slowly stroked the signature on the wooden sign, his eyes were clear and bright: "You will have a very good life, maybe even better than those you miss and can't let go of."

But Fu Tong shook his head: "Some things can't be forgotten, how can they get better?"

He made it clear that he didn't believe it, but Feng Yunwei didn't care much, and looked at Fu Tong gently: "Is it good or hard to forget?"

Fu Tong felt that he was almost seen through by the young man in his twenties, so he didn't speak.

The evasive gesture caught Feng Yunwei's eyes. He lowered his head and continued: "If it's good, no one will want to forget it. If it's bitter, then there's no need to force yourself to forget it."

Fu Tong didn't look up: "How to say?"

Feng Yunwei knelt down on the futon next to him, restrained his smile, and suddenly became serious: "There are eight sufferings in this life, birth, old age, illness, death, separation of love and hatred, long-lasting grievances, can't ask for it, can't let it go, All kinds of things in the world, happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy are all suffering, this is an innate thing, the world is addicted to it, forgetting and not forgetting naturally don't have to force it."

That is to say—if you can’t forget it, you can’t forget it. Anyway, everyone has it, and it’s not a big deal.

Fu Tong realized a somewhat different meaning from his words: "Are you trying to enlighten me?"

"You can understand it this way." Feng Yunwei inserted the incense, looked at him and smiled slowly, "You and I have a destiny, so I don't mind being Mr. Confidant, remember to add a WeChat later, and you can find me anytime if you need anything. .”

After he finished speaking, he paused, and added: "It's free."

Fu Tong laughed, feeling that Feng Yunwei's previous immortal demeanor was probably an illusion.

The two added WeChat happily. Feng Yunwei's avatar is a q-version Daoist holding a gossip tray, which looks quite cute.

The only thing that isn't cute is the nickname.

Feng Banxian only gossips but not hexagrams.

Fu Tong added a note to him: "Gossip Feng Banxian, speaking of it, I really want to ask you something."

Feng Yunwei happily responded.

Then I saw Fu Tong jokingly laughing: "Isn't the eight sufferings a Buddhist saying? When did your Taoists start to popularize this?"

Feng Yunwei: "..."

It's over, hey overturned.

Feng Yunwei coughed dryly: "It's not important, what's important is the meaning of Bakuli and the result of the hexagram sign, let's not talk about the others, you take this back."

He put the wooden stick back into Fu Tong's hand: "Take it well, on the day when Bo Jitai comes, remember to bring the incense money to pay back the wish."

The wooden sign is shiny and shiny, and the words on it seem to be shining.

Fu Tong put it away, didn't say yes or no, just hummed in a low voice.

Feng Yunwei was not worried at all, he looked at the wooden stick in his hand and then at him, and after a while, he smiled meaningfully.

**

For the next half month, Fu Tong was very busy.

Went with Bo Nan for the re-shooting of the MV of "Unexpected Encounter", recorded one or two episodes, and spent the rest of the time rushing to the recording of "Glory of Heaven".

The early stage of "Glory of Nature" went very fast. After the preliminary round, only 100 of the first [-] people remained, and after the rematch, they were directly cut in half.

Today is the mentor team selection.

After the battle was over, the three mentors formed a group of seven, leaving only 21 people standing firm.

Tan Lin still finds Fu Tong distasteful, every word he utters seems to be choking, but Fu Tong is full of tolerance for this little fool with the second illness, unintentionally adding a lot of trouble to the show.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the recording ends.

Fu Tong went to the backstage to remove his makeup, but before he could change his clothes, the door of the room was opened, and Tan Lin walked in from the outside, the smile on his face disappeared the moment he saw Fu Tong: "...Why are you here?"

This question is also stupid.

Fu Tong smiled slightly: "This is just a dressing room. If I'm not here, can I still be at your house?"

Tan Lin rolled his eyes angrily: "If you were in my house, I could beat you out right now."

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows: "You want to invite me to your house?"

Tan Lin didn't know how Fu Tong got this at all. Just as he was about to tsk tsk, he heard Fu Tong speak first: "Ugly refusal."

Two words, clean and neat.

The sarcasm in the tone was so full that it was about to overflow.

Tan Lin: "..."

Why is this person so annoying?

Tan Lin was so angry that he squinted his eyes and wanted to make a fuss, but before he could think of what to say, he heard a knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Tan Lin frowned impatiently: "Knock, knock, what are you knocking, the door is open, if you come in by yourself-"

Then the words stopped suddenly.

Tan Lin glanced stiffly towards the door, it was empty and there was no staff there.

But the knocking continued.

Tan Lin's hair stood on end for a moment.

In the past, he might not have thought of anything supernatural, but because he just accepted a horror film adapted from a novel recently, the psychological shadow of being frightened when he made up for the original work has not disappeared, and he was caught off guard. I really feel scared.

Tan Lin involuntarily moved a little towards Fu Tong, his voice trembling: "Fu, Fu Tong, you, did you hear any strange voice?"

"You mean the knock at the door?"

"Yes yes yes yes yes!"

Fu Tong was a little surprised that he could hear it. After thinking for a few seconds, he smiled wickedly: "I heard it, not only heard it, but also saw it. Do you want to see it?"

Tan Lin was taken aback: "What?"

Fu Tong pointed upwards.

Tan Lin raised his eyes in a daze, and the next second, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The author has something to say: Tan Lin: "I'm afraid of ying ying ying."

Director: "He is not the protagonist."

Don't know something above: "Understand."