fox repair

In the misty and rainy alley in the south of the Yangtze River, a thin man stood in the drizzle, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and wearing a gray Taoist robe, which almost blended with the ink-like pavilions. At his feet, there was a snow-white The fox has no variegation from head to toe, it is almost luminous white, and it is the only bright color in the mist.

Mo Chen was tired of the rain, because he was in the mortal world, in order not to reveal his identity, the man insisted on not using spells, and he was not allowed to use them, so he could only huddle under the man's oiled paper umbrella in order to prevent him from using spells. The majestic and noble fox fur was wet by the rain.

Shivering in the cold wind, Mo Chen was a little puzzled, the man said he would take him somewhere, could it be here?Just what are you doing here?The man on the opposite side of the alley has been staring at the house for almost half an hour. He really doesn't understand what is so good about an ordinary mortal mansion.

Just when Mo Chen got impatient and was about to open his mouth to bite someone, the man suddenly said, "Do you still remember the string of beads I gave you?"

Mo Chen suddenly felt vigilant, what are you doing!He also subconsciously shrank his paws.

The man knelt down and gently stroked Mo Chen's ear with his hands, "Do you still remember what I said when I gave you the beads?"

do not remember!Mo Chen turned his head and was about to run, but was hugged by a man.

let go!Be careful to get bigger and crush you!Mo Chen bared his teeth and threatened.

The man hugged the fox and did not let go, letting the white ball in his arms twist and twist, but his voice was gentle, "Didn't you agree that you should return the hand bead to me when it's time to hand it over? Be good, where did you hide it? If you don't If you are willing to hand it over, I will search you."

Mo Chen has never seen such a brazen person who wants to take back what was given to him. How can there be such a reason in this world?It's useless to use beauty tricks!However, in the end, he still compromised. Mo Chen didn't want to say the reason for the compromise, but he just scolded the man a hundred times indecent in his heart, and scolded him lewd a hundred times, until he was taken by the man to knock on the gate of that house , an old fox face is still hot.

The buildings with white walls and black tiles are in line with the architectural style of the Jiangnan area, and even the gate of the house is painted black.Mo Chen is used to seeing colorful buildings in the demon world, but seeing such a house now is a bit novel.

Not long after, someone came to answer the door, and a doorman saw Ning Yuan's attire clearly, and immediately respected him, "You are the Taoist priest invited by my master, please, please, it's raining and cold, hurry up and have a drink in the hall Warm up your body with hot tea, and I will report to the master and wife right now."

The concierge politely let the man in all the way, and was a little startled when he saw Mo Chen, the fox who followed him in. He was born in a deep house in the town since he was a child, and had never seen any beasts.

They were led to the small hall where the owner of the house entertained guests. Ning Yuan sat down and drank tea unhurriedly. Mo Chen walked around the room full of questions, wondering when did this man become "Master Daoist?" "?As far as Mo Chen knew, Master Dao was the kind of mortal who had no immortal bones but still practiced Taoism. To put it bluntly, he was a liar who dared to pretend to be a ghost after mastering a few books of Taoism.How could a man, the head of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, be reduced to such a state?

After waiting for a long time, the owner of the house came out to welcome the guests. From their conversation, Mo Chen learned that the house of the owner's house was not clean, and there were always people who fell ill for no reason. It was useless to invite a mage several times to suppress evil. By chance, the host got acquainted with the man. Judging from his tone, the man seemed to have shown some superb skills in front of him, which shocked him.

Mo Chen felt funny while listening.Thousands of requests?I'm afraid it's just that the man is deliberately planning to be invited by you.

After a cup of tea time, the man started the "practice" procedure. First, he looked at Feng Shui from the inside to the outside of the house, and when he walked to some places, he pretended to pinch his fingers to calculate. Mo Chen followed the man and watched coldly, almost taking a look You can see what's in the yard.It's just some remnant souls wandering around, not worth mentioning at all, he can easily deal with it, let alone a man, so why is he acting here?

"There is nothing serious about this mansion, it's just that the five elements are out of balance in terms of feng shui, and it is easy to attract evil spirits, but the old layman doesn't have to worry, as long as he finds the hole in the feng shui hole and buries a spirit-suppressing thing, the evil spirits will not be disturbed." Dare to approach, and bless your children and grandchildren.”

The owner of the house was very grateful for hearing the man's words, and hurriedly asked what kind of treasures to bury the spirit, and whether they needed to prepare them. The man shook his head and took out a string of hand beads that looked like jade but not jade.

Mo Chen's eyes widened, and it was only at this moment that he finally understood why the man wanted to take this bead back.

Could it be that it was just to be buried in this irrelevant family's yard?While Mo Chen was in a daze, the man had already found the so-called Fengshui acupuncture point, which was under an old pomegranate tree in the backyard.The owner of the house hurriedly ordered the servant to dig a deep hole at the location designated by the man, and the man put the hand bead into the hole, and ordered someone to bury it again.

Seeing that his beloved hand bead was buried in the soil, Mo Chen gave up and ran up to dig the hole, but was brought back by the man and held him tightly in his arms so that he wouldn't let him run around.

"This hand bead is the foundation of a family. Remember, it must not be taken out until the due time, and the existence of this thing must not be revealed to the outside world."

The owner of the house repeatedly said yes, and after a moment of careful reaction, he was stunned and asked the man: "If it's not the right time, then what is the right time?"

But the man just said: "This is a secret, don't let it out. In short, when it's time to take out this hand bead, someone will take it out."

The owner of the house didn't ask any more questions, and kept the man's entrustment in mind, entertained him once more before sending Mo Chen and the man away.

"By the way, old layman, is the female family member pregnant?" The man suddenly asked before leaving.

The owner of the house hurriedly said: "Exactly, the eldest daughter-in-law has just diagnosed a happy pulse."

The man nodded, and was about to say something, when he coughed again, finally stopped, and said to the owner of the house: "Everything has its own destiny, and the old layman doesn't have to worry too much about mortal things. If you can't overcome the difficulties, you can send the destined son to the Taoist temple to practice, and everything will be turned into good luck."

If an ordinary Dao master said such things according to Feng Shui, he would be chased and beaten by his master. What is this called?Is the curse of the family unlucky?But I don't know why, these words came from a man's mouth, and the owner of the house didn't dare to be dissatisfied in the slightest. He only felt that the young Taoist's few words seemed to be quite fairy-like, and there was a sense of giving advice Inside, he saluted and bowed respectfully, and sent one person and one fox out the door.

Mo Chen has been thinking about this string of bracelets in his heart, it is obviously his property, why should he be buried by a man in a pit in the backyard of a mortal?What a waste!Although he followed the man all the way to Lingfei Valley, he was thinking in his heart how to find a chance to sneak out while the man was not paying attention, dig out the beads and take them away.

But Mo Chen didn't expect that when he went this time, he never waited for the right time. It wasn't because the man watched him so closely that he couldn't sneak out, but because the man fell ill as soon as he returned to Lingfei Valley. What's more, the serious illness was like a mountain downfall, and it turned out to be serious without any warning. No matter what medicine or spells were used, it was useless. The illness looked extremely dangerous.

What the hell is going on man?Why did he get sick all of a sudden?

Mo Chen stayed by the man's side all the time, not daring to leave half a step away, let alone thinking about the string of beads.

However, the strange thing is that Mo Chen and Ling Feigu were all very anxious about the man's strange illness, but the man didn't seem to take it seriously at all.Mo Chen had a feeling that the man had anticipated his illness long ago.

What exactly happened here!

Looking at the man's increasingly thin and pale face, Mo Chen almost went crazy.

Many of the elders of the Four Great Immortal Sects have sincere friendship with men, and they came to visit their patients one after another, but they were all turned away by the men, claiming to the outside world that he was breaking through the bottleneck, and even at the later stage, the men would not even let the disciples of their own sect see them. , On the contrary, people think that he is really getting better.

Only Mo Chen knew that he slept longer every day.That thin body was lying on the bed, becoming more and more invisible, Mo Chen just looked at him quietly, and didn't dare to mess around anymore, as if he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, he would disappear into a breeze and disappear.

This day the man slept until noon again, and when he woke up, he saw Mo Chen lying beside his bed, he couldn't help smiling, and gently stroked his fox ears.

"Do you want to go back to the demon world?" the man asked.

Mo Chen raised his head, his dark eyes reflected the haggard but still gentle face of the man.

"It's all my fault. I sleep all day, and no one talks to you." The man's voice was very soft. After saying this, he paused for a long time, as if he had used too much energy and needed a break.

Mo Chen stuck out his tongue and licked the man's hand, the man smiled slightly and said, "I'll accompany you back to the third day, okay?"

Mo Chen finally returned to the Nine Heavens Demon Realm with the man, and once he got back, he put the man in the cave, didn't tell the cats, and went directly to blame the old man's bookstore.He still hasn't figured out what happened to the man. He asked the man, but the man didn't say anything. He just watched him get weaker day by day, as if watching life drain from his body.Mo Chen suddenly had a terrible idea in his heart, so terrible that he didn't dare to think about it.

The man kept saying that he didn't read much, and he admitted it, so he felt that the old man with a bird's beak had read so many books and knew many things that ordinary people don't know. Maybe he would know what disease the man had, and he might find a solution, so He didn't care whether he had lost his jade slip, or whether the old man was still angry with him, so he ran over immediately.

However, when Mo Chen came to the bookstore, the old man was not there. The bookstore was open, but there was no one there. After asking the store next to him, he found out that the old man was out to buy some snacks temporarily and would be back soon.

So Mo Chen had no choice but to wait in the store, and accidentally glanced over, and saw a letter.

Huh?Isn't this the letter he lost?

Could it be that the old man had found it long ago, and deliberately made it difficult for him to say that he lost it?What was he talking about, why didn't he remember it.

Mo Chen picked up the jade slips casually, probed into his consciousness and glanced roughly, and then when he saw a certain page, his mind and body shook violently.

"Why do you want to cultivate immortals instead of demons?" This is the second time Mo Chen asked a man this question.It's just that this time, it's different from the last time I asked a question while talking and laughing.

Mo Chen grabbed the man's collar, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to eat people, but under those crazy and fierce eyes, what was concealed was heartbreak.

Those with devil roots forcibly temper their spirit bodies with immortal skills, their lifespan is no more than forty, their cultivation is no more than golden core, and they will suffer bone-crushing pains. They will never stop day and night until they die...

While reading these words silently, Mo Chen burst into tears, and felt as if he was being stabbed by a knife in his heart. He was powerlessly grabbing the man's skirt, wanting to beat him up, but he couldn't do it.

Why?Why do you want to cultivate immortality?

Could it be that becoming an immortal is more important than life?But if you don't have your life, what will you use to cultivate immortality?

Mo Chen was full of puzzlement, he almost felt that he had heard the Arabian Nights, and even hoped that the man could tell him that what was recorded on that jade slip was nonsense.

However, when the man saw Mo Chen crying, he just gently raised his hand to help him wipe away his tears. After a long silence, he said softly: "Because, cultivating demons will turn bad, and I will turn bad...someone will follow suit."