Mojun's white fat chicken

"Ah Bai, Lu's Mansion must be strictly guarded now, I'm afraid you can't sneak in with just a blind eye like today, for safety..." Feng Yan looked at him.

"Do you have a good idea?"

Feng Yan rubbed his hands, "Don't be angry, the Demon Realm Group is cooperating with the Lu family, and you can come and go freely. I know you don't want to get involved with the Demon Lord, but there is no other good way right now?"

After speaking, he looked at Feng Bai anxiously, but the latter didn't do anything, just got up and stretched, and strolled into the bathroom, ready to wash up and go to sleep.

Feng Yan's eyes suddenly sparkled, full of hope.

"Xiao Xiao, I'm here to say goodbye to you. In the future... you may not see me anymore."

"You are just a little phoenix, what use is it?"

"You don't know, only I have the Phoenix Spirit! My father said that this is not only the favor of heaven for my family, but also a mission that I cannot resist. If I can save the Phoenix family, then..."

"what about me?"

"Ah, I thought you hated me clinging to you all day..."

"Have you ever thought that if you really hate you, how can you easily find me?"

"So... so it's not my wishful thinking!"

"So don't go."

"..."

"Don't go."

"No, if I don't go, father, mother, and the clan will all die. I think... I'm sorry, you should continue to hate me."

"Can't it be for me?"

"I'm sorry, Xiao Xiao..."

"Hehe, you provoked the demons, and you want to walk away again?"

"But……"

"The phoenix spirit is in your phoenix bone, isn't it?"

"Xiao Xiao, what do you want to do... No! You can't do this!"

"If you lose your phoenix bone, you don't have this mission..."

The rain outside was pattering on the car, and the memory that had been sealed for a long time was evoked for some reason.

Yin Moxiao never regretted what he did that day, he is a devil, he is selfish, but today Feng Bai's question still made his heart ache.

"I came here to look for you because I like you. I'm not ugly, why do you hate me?" The underage Feng Bai's eyes were full of joy, passionate and bold.

"We've only met for the first time. Even though you saved me just now, why do I still hate you so much?" Ah Bai, who lost his phoenix bone and memory, had disgust and alienation from the bottom of his heart in his eyes.

For the first time, Yin Moxiao felt that mortals also have merits, and there is still a time for the vulgar and painful songs on the street.

"Are you a dead friend?"

Feng Bai and Feng Yan looked at this handsome man in ancient costume with fluttering wide sleeves, plain fairy clothes and long hair and jade crown with their mouths wide open, their faces full of disbelief.

"Naturally, it's a poor way, and the real Mingying under the sky is the same." A handful of snow-white dust was thrown over his arm, as if brushing over three thousand dust, and the simple movement showed incomparable elegance and immortality. The dead friends who jumped around for three days were not dead and poor.

Feng Yan couldn't help asking: "What are you doing wearing such a flamboyant bag? It's not like making a TV series with ancient costumes."

"You know what a fart!" Only 2 minutes before and after, the dead fellow Daoist was still the same dead fellow daoist, "This is the uniform of the Tianyi School for the ceremony, and it looks very fairy-like in it. Today I specially dug it out for use. Let's see, can't you make those ordinary people pay homage to you?"

The two phoenixes twitched their mouths at the same time. One looked up at the sky, and the other looked down at the ground.

Mingying was so angry that his mouth was crooked, he heheed twice, and said sarcastically, "What are you going to do today?"

"Didn't you go to Jiang Xinxi's house to summon the soul?"

"It's pretty clear. It's just a mortal who lives under the scientific truth and doesn't believe in ghosts and gods and believes in Darwin. Then you tell her that your man was killed by his boss in order to steal luck and merit, and ask her to cooperate with him. The soul is summoned, do you believe it or not? And it’s a denim short-sleeved killer? It’s not bad if you didn’t get kicked out as a psycho!”

What he said seemed to make sense, Feng Bai looked down at his cheap white T-shirt, jeans with holes that were getting bigger and bigger, and a pair of sneakers that had been through many vicissitudes...but he was speechless.

On the other hand, Mingying, dressed in Taoist formal attire, has the appearance of a world-class expert. He pinches his fingers and calculates, predicts bad luck and asks good fortune.

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Bai: "..."

People depend on their clothes, aside from a young literary and artistic young man, a shirt and trousers office boy, just one stop by the real Mingying makes people feel good.

It is also Jiang Xinxi's wife who has been tormented by worries, fears, hopes and disappointments these days. She has grasped a life-saving straw and clung to it. Therefore, she believed most of what Mingying said, and collapsed in an instant. , Holding his daughter and crying loudly.

The little girl broke free from her mother's arms and rushed towards Master Mingying, her eyes were red, big tears fell down, she punched and kicked and cried, "You are talking nonsense, my father will come back!"

"Star!"

Such a four or five-year-old girl, who has been living in a two-dimensional house for many years, can't stand the real Mingying, whose face full of immortality and chest is suddenly at a loss.

He didn't dare to hurt the little girl, and being chased and unable to escape, he could only call the two little assistants by the door in a hurry, "Are you sure, whose case is this really? Poor Dao is just an off-site technique." Support, those who are not responsible for coaxing the child, quickly, help me hold her!"

Human children are the most troublesome. They are fragile and weak, and they like to cry and cry. They have to flee ten meters away when they see them.

But today's matter really cannot get around this child.

Feng Bai gave a wink, Feng Yan could only helplessly go forward and hugged the child, simply restrained her hands and feet, and coaxed: "Little ancestor, be good, don't make trouble, your father is still waiting for you to save him."

Feng Bai took out a photo and squatted in front of the tearful little girl, "Do you know her?"

Feng Bai just asked about the crushed and broken hairpin with the mentality of giving it a try, but in an instant the little girl burst into tears.

Her mother came over to take the little girl from Feng Yan, looked at the photo and said sadly: "This is the card that Xingxing liked very much when I went shopping last time, and his father said he would give it to her on her birthday. "

At this time, the woman had already packed her emotions, invited the three of them to sit down and said: "My name is Xia Lan, this is my daughter Xing Xing, I am very grateful that you can come, although... knowing that he is no longer here, I really can't bear it... ..."

Feng Yan handed over a tissue, Xia Lan took it, and thanked her: "I am a doctor, and I don't believe in ghosts, but this time I am willing to believe. My husband has no brothers and sisters, and his parents-in-law passed away early. Very good, if the leader told me to work overtime, he would work overtime, and if he didn’t work overtime, he would go home to accompany me and Xing Xing. The police never found him, and they wondered if he had an enmity with others, but how could such a person have enmity with others? But just now this... said Having said that, I remembered that my mother-in-law once unconsciously said that Xinxi could see some weird things when she was young, and it will be better when she grows up. If you follow this logic, then Xinxi's horoscope is too light , I saw a ghost."

"Ms. Xia just believe it." Feng Bai said, "Tomorrow will be his first seven, and the power of ghosts is strongest in the child's time. We have to prepare for it today, die... Cough, Master Mingying, you are an expert. See what you need to prepare?"

Mingying walked around the living room in a decent manner, took a look in the bedroom, and said after seeing the whole house: "Nowadays people think the old feudal superstition, but they don't know that it has its own reason for passing on for thousands of years. The mourning hall, There are no spiritual seats, incense burners, and incense candles. The Lingtai is the home of ghosts, and the spiritual seat is a sign of return indication.

Xia Lan was stunned for a while, thinking of the scene of the crying spirit in the TV series, she suddenly became at a loss, "Where can I find these things?"

Just thinking that this would be the case, Mingying had already prepared, "Fat chicken...uh, Ah Bai, take out the burden of the poor."

On the way here, Feng Yan was still complaining about what kind of guy he brought, it was serious, so...

"Let's replace the altar with a dining table, put a white cloth on it, put an incense burner on it, and take three sticks of incense... By the way, is there any glutinous rice?" Mingying asked Xia Lan.

Xia Lan shook her head, "I'll go buy it right away, ordinary glutinous rice will do?"

"Just white glutinous rice, don't be busy. Let's see if there is any shortage. You can do it together." Mingying then ordered the two assistants to continue to decorate the mourning hall. Ma'am, is there Jiang Xinxi's hair, nails and other things that grow on his body?"

"I'll look for it, there should be...some."

Fortunately, after her husband's accident, she didn't have the heart to take care of the house. She hadn't cleaned the room for a long time and took out the trash.

"Daozhang, do you still want his photo?"

Xia Lan came out of the room with a few strands of hair wrapped in a tissue.

"But what is missing now is this spiritual seat. Only with the spiritual seat, the ghost will know where to go."

Feng Bai rummaged through the bundle, and found a wooden sign, made of oak wood, with a blank side, "Is it this?"

Mingying took the wooden sign, found a brush and ink, and said to Xia Lan: "Will Ms. Xia write it herself or let the poor Taoist do it for you? The feeling of missing is more intense when written by relatives, and the effect will be better."

Xia Lan said: "My handwriting is not pretty, but I write it myself."

Even those who don't believe in these myths of gods and ghosts still have a kind of sadness in their hearts when they really write, as if everything is hard to turn back, and it is a foregone conclusion.

"Mom..." When Xia Lan was writing, her daughter hugged her leg, crying in her voice, and in an instant, tears welled up in Xia Lan's eyes again.

Xia Lan wiped away her tears and finished the last painting with determination.

"Master, is this possible?"

"My condolences to Ms. Xia." Mingying took the tablet and placed it behind the incense burner and in front of the photo.

"Then I'll go buy glutinous rice, and the priests will sit down for a while."

Feng Bai said to Feng Yan: "Ah Yan, you can go with Ms. Xia."

At 10 o'clock in the evening, it is already late at night, but it is not too late in modern society, and night owls are still active.

Master Mingying drew a formation along the Lingtai, "Ms. Xia and the children come in, remember, no matter what happens, don't go out of the formation."

Xia Lan was a little hesitant, and couldn't help asking: "I...can I really see my husband's soul?"

Mingying nodded, but he reminded: "This array can not only protect you, but also has the effect of making ghosts appear, but the premise is that we can recruit him. And you have to be prepared, your husband is with the elevator Falling to death, ghosts generally retain more or less the image of their previous lives, which is a bit scary."

"Mom..." Xingxing hugged Xia Lan and shouted in fear.

Most people have seen ghost movies, and Xia Lan shudders when she imagines them, not to mention her daughter is still young.

"Daozhang, can Xingxing not participate, she is still young."

Mingying looked at the little girl hiding in her mother's arms, and frowned slightly, "A child's mind power is higher than that of an adult. If Jiang Xinxi's soul is not imprisoned, he can summon it by himself without the need of two poor people. It's a pity..."

"Mom, was Dad caught by the bad guys?" Xing Xing asked.

Xia Lan replied, "Yes."

"Does Xingxing have to help him escape?" Xingxing turned to ask Mingying.

Mingying replied: "There is no guarantee, but the chances will be greater."

"Then I want to help, I want to save Dad."

Xia Lan was greatly comforted by her daughter's words, "Okay, Xing Xing will be with her mother. Daoist, we are ready."

Mingying finally asked again, "You must not go out, remember."

"As for you..."

Feng Bai tore open a lollipop, pointed at Feng Yan, "Ah Yan is here, once they do it, they will have a sense, they will not allow us to summon the soul so smoothly, so it is very likely that they will target here. And I'll go to Lu's Mansion to try my luck again, maybe they can take advantage of me if they come out."

This is indeed a method, Ming Ying did not refute, but Feng Yan couldn't help but mention, "Be careful yourself, they were discovered last time, they should be prepared."

Feng Bai waved his hand, "Don't worry about me, it's you...dead friends, can you survive walking around the underworld?"

Mingying chuckled, "Pindao just wants to try these talismans." At this moment he was spreading out the yellow paper talismans on the table one by one, Feng Bai and Feng Yan leaned over to have a look, then twitched the corners of their mouths and turned back. Arrived in place.

"Tianyi sect really has a deep foundation, no respect, no respect."

Each of them is a spell that can handle the damage. According to the rumors in the Three Realms, if a small sect can get one or two, it can almost be regarded as the treasure of the town sect.

Mingying smiled modestly: "Don't dare, Feiji, if you agree to the devil's marriage proposal, these poor people are willing to give it as a congratulatory gift."

Feng Baipi said with a half smile: "I wish you to stay in the world forever, and the yellow paper will get moldy and rot."