my dog ​​my king

In Xiawan City, there is a very famous Putuo Temple, backed by mountains and facing water, the land is spiritual, and people are also very spiritual.

If it was in the past, Yan Shougang must have sneered at these things. Even now, he is still reluctant to come to the temple.

However, he suddenly realized that his experience in the past few years was so absurd, so absurd that he couldn't help thinking that the whole world was a joke.Waking up from such a nightmare, Yan Shougang felt nothing but bewildered.

What kind of mistake did he make? God should punish him like this.

Legs, can no longer stand up.

Wife, even though she has a thousand words to explain, she doesn't even want to make a phone call.

The child was unconscious, but the mother of the child took one bite at a time. That was a devil.

The meditation room was very quiet. The warm sunlight came in and sprinkled on the shiny metal armrests of the wheelchair. Yan Shougang was shocked suddenly, with a strong self-loathing in his heart. He wrapped the blanket tightly, shivering uncontrollably from the cold.

"Director Yan..." Tong Qiucheng leaned over worriedly, and held tightly the hand of this man who was supposed to be elegant, but now he was so emaciated.

"It's cold, I don't want to stay here anymore, let's go." Yan Shougang whispered.

"Master will be here soon, just wait." Tong Qiucheng hesitated, and came to Putuo Temple because of his suggestion. Except for the gods, it seems that there is no one who can help Yan Dao now.

He couldn't look at him, just go down like this.

"I said go, don't you understand!" Yan Shougang roared sharply, both physically and mentally, he was almost collapsed from the pain, the outside was bright and sunny, but he seemed to be in the severe winter, his lips turned purple from the cold.

Tong Qiucheng felt sad for a while, and his cool facial lines also twisted slightly, "Okay, okay, don't be angry, let's go."

"Since you're here, talk to the old monk. It's okay to leave." The door opened, and an old monk who was almost childlike came in. He smiled at the two of them, and the joyful and warm atmosphere instantly filled the entire meditation room. .

Yan Shougang's complexion suddenly improved a lot, Tong Qiucheng thought, like a spring breeze, probably this is how it feels.

"The abbot of Putuo Temple seems to be Master Cihua, may I ask who you are?" Tong Qiucheng was a frequent visitor, and he wanted to see Master Cihua this time.

"Oh, monk, my name is Huizhen. I used to live in the Bingjiang Kek Le Temple, but in the past two years, it has been cold in the north. There is also a large amusement park built next to the temple. It is so close, and I can't help it every day. Want to play, you said that I am an old monk, always go to haunted houses and so on, it seems really embarrassing. So, I discussed with Cihua, saying that we will change our house, he is not as old as me, and he is not as thick-skinned as I am. I can only agree." The old monk shook his head, seemingly quite pleased with himself.

Tong Qiucheng had a tough face, feeling very interesting in his heart.

Even Yan Shougang showed a faint smile, "Master Huizhen is open-minded."

The old monk sized up the great director, and stretched his neck excitedly, "You seem to have quite a story, come on, tell me."

Yan Shougang frowned, slightly displeased in his heart, Tong Qiucheng hurriedly said: "Director Yan, there are some things... it's better to consult professionals."

He has been following Yan Zhigang since he was in the film school. It can be said that this man paved his way to stardom. Even now, he is already a first-line actor, but in front of Yan Director, he still looks like a student when he was a student. Own.

Yan Shougang's heart warmed up, and he immediately felt even more uncomfortable. Telling those absurd things again was no different from sprinkling salt on an unhealed wound.

After a little hesitation, he briefly told the story of the woman worshiping He Erxian and performing sorcery. Of course, he did not tell the story of the woman's attempt to kill the child, but finally asked: "Master, I will also check it later. , Those sorceries in Southeast Asia are mostly called raising little ghosts, so, are there really ghosts?"

"What are you doubting when you ask this way?" The old monk's eyes were burning.

"Master, please clarify." Yan Shougang lowered his head.

The old monk looked at him and sighed, "If you have doubts, shadows, and poisonous stings in your heart, how can someone else just say a few words and explain your doubts to you?"

Yan Shougang was startled, and his face turned pale again. He did, these days, the woman's smile has been echoing in her mind. She firmly believes that Guagua is a devil and should be given to the devil's child. If not, then Instead of being able to fulfill his wish, he would be backlashed by the spell.

Not only that woman, but even himself will suffer disaster.

Like, his legs...

Yan Shougang tightly grasped his unconscious lower limbs. Hundreds of people in the audience were all fine, but he almost died on the spot. Even if he was lucky enough to save his life, in the end, he could only be a cripple for the rest of his life. .

The old monk stopped laughing, tilted his head to look at the top of the elegant man's head and behind him, and frowned, "I don't know what the magic is about, but now, you don't have to worry about it at all, it... ...How should I put it, it has long been destroyed by some existence in the most thorough way."

"Then the devil..." Yan Shougang lifted his spirits.

"Ghosts? That's not the same thing as raising little ghosts." The old monk sneered, "Even in the Burmese and Thai regions, the two immortals are also immortals who achieve marriage. How can they ask people to hurt the crystallization of love they have achieved?" , give birth to a child and then sacrifice to the devil or something, it is a bit like Western black magic, if your mistress really said that, she is ignorant and scaring herself."

what?

If the marriage could be achieved without killing Guagua at all, wouldn't that woman...wouldn't she be suspicious, relying on her own distorted imagination to kill her own flesh and blood?

No, her thinking also has its reasons, because he never divorced his wife, and she has not fulfilled her wish, so think about it more, investigate the reason why the spell is not completely successful, and then suspect the child...not really, Incomprehensible.

Perhaps those who practiced magic were also under tremendous psychological pressure every day, so that, over the years, it was inevitable that their ideas would be extreme.

But, is she really wrong?If this old monk is just a magic stick, his words are actually unreliable at all?

Yan Shougang's thoughts fluctuated for a while, and he couldn't help grasping his thick black hair tightly.

"Dao Yan, don't do this." Seeing him like this, Tong Qiucheng hurried to break his fingers, and shook his hand again, feeling colic in his heart, "Master, Dao Yan is a good person, an upright and good person, he shouldn't Suffering so much, it shouldn't be like this...it's unlucky."

The old monk's face was light, "Good people, maybe this is true for humans, but it seems not necessarily true for beasts."

Yan Shougang suddenly raised his head and looked at the old monk sharply, "What did you say?"

"Everything is born with its spirit, but now more and more people don't understand this truth." The old monk shook his head, "Whether it is a human being or a beast, if the spirit is as good as it is, or if the meritorious service is outstanding, you can be admired by the heavens." Gu, in the dark, it has its own extraordinary fate. However, once it is harmed, the stronger the positive power it carries, the stronger the negative power that the assailant receives will also be stronger. How about specific manifestations? Things are not going well, bad luck, basically I can’t run away.”

Therefore, if anyone finds that he is inexplicably unlucky, and drinking cold water can get stuck between his teeth, then it is likely that the aura of luck has been impacted, and he must think of a way.

Of course, if this kind of impact comes from his own doing evil, then he should be honest and suffer. His old monk is not willing to avert disaster for this kind of person.

"Nonsense!" Yan Shougang slapped the armrest heavily, his face turning purple with anger.

"Go out if you don't like to hear it," the old monk said nonchalantly, "If you believe it, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you won't. Some. That woman has been using spells for several years, why did she just start to get confused a few days ago, otherwise the youngest son would have an accident now, and your leg is also the same reason, you should go back by yourself, think about it carefully. "

Tong Qiucheng was puzzled, "The melon fell into the sea, it was an accident, what does it have to do with his mother."

Only then did Yan Shougang suddenly realize that he had never said anything about his mistress harming his son, so how did the monk know about it?

Who told him?

Duan Zhenhui, or...that policeman?

Yan Shougang's face was extremely ugly. Once this kind of scandal became known to everyone, would he still be able to gain a foothold?

"go!"

Yan Xuegang turned the wheelchair and walked out first. He didn't believe the old monk's words. The woman's statement about devils harming people was obviously more logical.

After so many years of filming, there are too many exhausted horses, cattle, sheep and pigs thrown to death, even if the dog looks good, it is just a dog, no different from other livestock, and it is impossible to do harm.

The monk said this, maybe someone taught him, to achieve some ulterior purpose, maybe just to scare him, so as to blackmail him into doing things, he will never be fooled!

Something must be done, must!

Yan Shougang's mind was in a mess, and he gradually sorted out his own order and logic.

A person has obsessions in his heart, and he will persuade himself to believe what he is willing to believe, regardless of what the reality looks like.

Intense thoughts, in many cases, can really strengthen one's own aura. As for whether it can offset the impact of the external aura, it depends on whether the aura energy of the spirit he killed is stronger.

And this key spiritual creature may not even know what happened.

The old monk closed his penetrating eyes and called Tong Qiucheng, "Hey, let me tell you, you should be more careful these days."

"What do you mean, Master?" Emperor Tong Ying was worried.

"Don't get too close to those with low luck, beware of getting involved, and also, white hair and dry bones, and a beautiful face is a disaster."

……

Xi Wei and Dagou didn't see Xiaowa, but the nurse who received him knew him and knew that he was a good policeman who rescued people, so they secretly copied Duan Zhenhui's phone number to him, saying that he sent the child away.

Xi Wei had a good impression of the soldier who fought side by side that night, so he made a phone call without hesitation.

"Hello, Duan Zhenhui, who is it?" A hoarse male voice came from the phone.

"Hello, my name is Xi Wei, the person who fought monsters with you that night, please, I want to find Yan Guagua."

Colonel Duan was silent for a while, "...This is not very appropriate."

"That kid asked me for help. I promised to save him. Please, veteran."