Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"So, I was already dead at that time?" Ding Mu asked.

Guan Yi was still immersed in the story he narrated, and his eyes were forced to turn red. After a while, he realized that it was just his own memory, not real. Next to him, listen to him tell the story of their previous life.

He nodded, his voice hoarse: "You were indeed dead at the time, and, and I couldn't find your soul."

Ding Mu thought about what he saw from his own perspective, and felt that things were not like this, and gradually understood the magical feeling he had in the dream.

"No wonder..." He murmured, after thinking about the joints, he turned his head and held Guan Yi's face and kissed it, comforting him: "I'm not here? A dream scares you like this?"

The man looked at the brown eyes of the young man, and the panic in his heart was slowly dispelled. He responded and kissed the other party, feeling a little embarrassed, and rubbed on the other party's chest.

Ding Mu hugged the man, and then his words described his perspective.

"At that time, I should have died. The reason why I couldn't find my soul was probably because..."

Ding Yan was sitting on a strange bed in a strange room, looking at the toga and wide sleeves on his body that did not match his identity, he always felt a bit magical.

He clearly remembered that he was still in the ear room waiting for Lao Dao to bring him underwear, but Lao Dao didn't wait, but a monster. Guan Gan didn't show up until he felt a sharp pain, and his soul was about to leave his body. Only then did he see the old guy covered in blood from the corner of his eye.

The old guy must be very happy now that he has lost his restraint.

He curled his lips, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the heat in his eyes.

He hasn't figured out what's going on now, so he can't be so weak!

"My lord, the old master is here." A man dressed strangely but plainly came in and said respectfully to him.

He didn't know how to respond, so he could only nod, but fortunately, the other party didn't find it strange.

"Ah Yan." A voice sounded.

Ding Yan didn't know how to react, so he was hugged hard. He felt that the other party's caring attitude was not fake, and he felt at a loss.

Based on his experience of listening to so many storytellings with Lao Dao, he probably got on someone by accident now, but the person he got on doesn't look very healthy, he slowly felt The back of my head is always sore.

"Don't be reckless next time! It's just a knife, and the king doesn't need one or two." The old master patted Ding Yan on the back, "Did you realize that this knife has come to life?"

Ding Yan didn't know what to say so that he wouldn't turn his back on the other party and find out that he was a counterfeit—that's what everyone in the Longmen Formation said. Living instead of a living person, Taoist priests who exorcised demons and defended Taoism would definitely find something wrong, and then they would be brought to justice and beheaded by the sword.

Alas.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he didn't want to die twice.

It's better to be a good person, no, a good ghost, find the owner of this body, then return the body to the living person, and reincarnate by yourself!

But first of all, he can't be discovered by the old gentleman who is hugging him to "teach him".

So, he nodded slowly.

The old national teacher nodded: "I guess that is, the king is now young and vigorous, and he will soon pull me down from the position of the national teacher. You are the successor, you must be cautious in your words and deeds, and you must not be arbitrary." Act recklessly, and indulge the king's recklessness."

Ding Yan nodded, opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but found that there was something wrong with his voice: he was used to using his own body, but when he suddenly switched to someone else's body, he realized the difference between this body and ordinary people. At this point, there seems to be some obstacle in the ability of the body to make a sound.

If the difficulty of speaking when he uses his own body is counted as one, then the difficulty of speaking with this body is ten.

He needed a lot of strength to speak a word.

I don't know if this is because he didn't use his body, or because this body is just like that.

No wonder others didn't think it was strange when he didn't speak just now. The relationship is because they have long been used to him being a quiet little baby.

"Don't pay too much attention to that saber, it is the king's saber after all, no matter how long you use it, no matter how much you don't want to see it, it's not something you and I can dictate." The old master pointed to his apprentice, The tone was gentle, and with his slow pats, Ding Yan felt that he was about to fall asleep.

The old national teacher sighed and said: "After you succeed, I will leave the capital and travel around the world. I don't know when I will come back. You stay alone, don't be impatient, don't panic when things happen, and your voice is in the way. , I don’t use my voice when chanting mantras, and if I don’t speak, there will be fewer mistakes for people to deal with.”

Ding Yan nodded. Like the owner of this body, he seldom contacts outsiders. Naturally, he couldn't see the relief in the eyes of the old national teacher when he said "traveling around the world". He just grabbed the sleeve of the national teacher and used some Li said, "I know."

The sound was so low that it sounded like a mosquito humming.

The old master nodded, and gave a few more instructions, like an ordinary master who is about to leave his apprentice, his eyes were full of reluctance, hiding his farewell.