Ghost of Rebirth

The burly man squeezed aside: "Master..."

Ji Ying stepped forward to support Zhang Nanchen who was staggered: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Nanchen had no choice but to say in a low voice with a bitter face: "This old man wants to make money, so he has no time to talk to us."

Indeed, looking around the streets on both sides of Changchun Temple, you can see that Pingsong has the best business, and everyone sells generously. No wonder this old man wants to hurry up and earn a few more.

But Zhang Nanchen was worried. If the resentment on Nanling Mountain was not eliminated, he would not be at ease.

With Jiying's current strength, it is very likely that he will not be able to deal with that thing alone, so it is still necessary to get some useful information from Pingsong as the two of them speculated before, and it is best for the two sides to join forces. is the biggest.

In fact, Zhang Nanchen still has a little selfishness, that is, he hopes that Jiying can learn more experience from an old Jianghu like Pingsong in actual combat, so that he can have more capital to settle down in the future.

"What's the matter, it didn't work out?" Fatty also came after hearing the news, still holding a few tickets for Changchun Temple.

He came here once to find Hiramatsu, so he has experience.Pingsong entered the temple unimpeded, and they had to buy tickets to enter.

"I have a solution." Ji Ying glanced at Ping Song who was sitting on the small bench, spitting like a tongue, and said.

Zhang Nanchen: "?"

"Ah, fortune-telling by touching bones, is it free? Is it real or fake? You can't be a liar!!"

The fat man's exaggerated cry echoed in his ears, Zhang Nanchen lowered his head speechlessly, so as not to be shot into a sieve by the eyes from all around who heard the news.

"Nah, my classmate has never stopped suffering from minor illnesses and disasters since he was born, so today I came to Changchun to worship incense and pray for blessings, and I also asked the master to explain it. Since you are free, it is better to calculate it."

Seeing that there were already ignorant people coming forward to watch, the fat man performed even more vigorously. Xiaoxue, who was standing aside pretending to be a passerby, shrugged her shoulders with a smile, and watched Zhang Nanchen being patted in front of Ji Ying by the fat man's paw.

Because of the lack of props, Ji Ying could only squat on the ground, with the Yanhua sword inserted in front of her, three inches into the ground.There was a piece of white paper next to the sword, on which were printed four large bold characters of "Talking the Bone for Fortune Telling". If you stepped forward and sniffed it carefully, you might still smell the fragrance of ink.

That's right, this is what the fat man ran across the street to print out just now.

Although Ji Ying is squatting, her posture is better than that of ordinary people squatting, with a straight back and a calm face.

It's just that this expert is too young.

The reason why Changchun Temple is so popular is also related to its unique geographical location. It is only one street away from A University, the largest university in City A, and one stop westward is two large computer cities with a distance of only 100 meters. 200 meters to the east is the very bustling commercial street and food court in City A. Opposite it is the Asia Trade Plaza with a huge flow of people every day 360 days a year, where department stores gather.

With such a good location, and adjacent to the university, there are naturally many students who are free to go shopping.

Although Ji Ying is young, she has a good figure and good temperament, and looks exquisite like the hero of an idol drama. When the fat man yelled like this, a large number of schoolgirls rushed over and surrounded Ji Ying and Zhang Nanchen tightly.

Zhang Nanchen originally wanted to persuade Jiying to forget it and just wait for Pingsong for a day, but being surrounded like this, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand still.

Ji Ying stood up and said only two words to Zhang Nanchen: "Close your eyes."

Zhang Nanchen felt his eyes go dark, and his hands had gone around his shoulders and touched the back of his head.There was only an uproar from the crowd, and Ji Ying had already begun to touch the top of her head, inch by inch, until she reached the seventh vertebra.

Bones are the basic framework of the human body, standing upright and hard, while straight joints represent the appearance of a nobleman. To a certain extent, bones are the foundation of the human body, so the phase bones are placed first.

Although the heirs of the Ji family gathered the strengths of hundreds of families and established themselves, Zhang Nanchen had never heard of the skill of bone touching. He could only helplessly think that it was Ji Ying who pretended to be a gimmick, attracting crowds of onlookers and robbing Pingsong. business, so that he can obediently submit.

Ji Ying touched the back of her head without saying a word, then moved her hand to Zhang Nanchen's face, starting from the forehead to touch gently.

Zhang Nanchen felt a slight itching on his face and could only endure it.

Those hands slowly slid along the skeleton, stopped at the browbones and cheekbones for a while, then touched all the way down along the cheekbones, and finally raised Zhang Nanchen's chin with both hands, and even squeezed his mouth open with his thumbs.

"What are you doing? It's not about buying cattle and horses, but looking at the teeth?" Zhang Nanchen couldn't bear it anymore, and protested with his mouth tilted.

He accidentally spoke a little louder, and the passers-by around him suddenly burst into laughter, which managed to attract the attention of more ignorant people.

The fat man hurriedly comforted him: "...Nan Chen, please be safe." He paused, and then added, "Anyway, I don't need money."

Zhang Nanchen: "..."

Ji Ying lowered her head and whispered in his ear, "I know I can't, so cooperate."

Zhang Nanchen had no choice but to slander that he would not touch it for so long, even if he touched it right, it would be useless, this is not his body at all, it would be strange if he was right!

After being touched for four or five minutes with her eyes closed, Ji Ying said slowly: "You are a jasper-quality character bone, and you can enjoy comfort with the upper and lower grades. The master master is good at educating people. He is good at learning. But Bogu Wenguo, short of financial management and not deep in society, planted the root of spiritual wisdom, and then relapsed into anger. Mingmin is cautious, strict and polite, hard on oneself, treats others as well, stagnates to teach others, especially to friends, and divides righteousness The two ways, sometimes mixed to seek it, name and power have a special responsibility, sometimes the monthly track is greedy, there are many small good but no great evil."

The fat man was confused: "What are you talking about, brother, I didn't understand a word?"

The onlookers were taken aback by his nonsense mixed in with the text, and someone actually called out, saying that Ji Ying looked very cultured.

Xiaoxue let out a "poof" laugh, and the fat man looked at her in bewilderment.

But Zhang Nanchen could understand what this kid said, "The position of master is good at educating people", "Be hard on yourself, and treat others as well". It sounds weird, and it is far from Nan Chen's bones, right? ?

After Ji Ying touched the skull, she slid her hands down her shoulders and neck, grabbed Zhang Nanchen's arm with one hand, and quickly touched it, rubbing each finger carefully.

His hand strength is not strong, and the movement of pinching the phalanx is very gentle. When his fingertips scratched Zhang Nanchen's palm, he still couldn't help laughing out loud: "Okay, it's so itchy!"

Ji Ying looked at him with a stern face: "Hold it."

Zhang Nanchen could only suppress his smile, and after being touched for a while, he couldn't help but whispered: "Hey, you can't see it when you touch the bones of your hand. Why did you touch it for so long?"

Ji Ying: "They want to see it."

Zhang Nanchen looked back, and saw that he and Ji Ying were surrounded by three layers of onlookers, countless curious, surprised, probing, disdainful, and even ambiguous eyes wandered up and down on him.

"It's almost enough." Ji Ying opened his arms and stood up straight, Zhang Nanchen had no choice but to make the last resistance.

But it was too late for him to resist, Ji Ying's hand had quickly touched the sternum and waist all over, and finally stopped on the upturned buttocks.

Zhang Nanchen turned pale with shock, and hurriedly covered his buttocks with both hands: "You want to touch here too?"

Ji Ying was expressionless: "The one with the round hip bone is precious and long-lived, and the one with the low hip bone is poor and humble forever." He lowered his head and put a little strength on his hand, as if he was feeling the shape under his palm, "Your , very round."

The sky is bright and the sun is shining, and the crowd... How dare you... Molest the little uncle! ?

Zhang Nanchen blushed and clenched his fists: "..."

The fat man was stunned, and turned his head to face Xiaoxue: "Do you understand?"

Xiaoxue: "Pfft!"

Before Zhang Nanchen escaped from his hands, Ji Ying's hands quickly descended, pinched the slender and straight legs, and landed on Zhang Nanchen's ankles.

"Take off your shoes." Ji Ying said, "The bones of the feet are also very important."

He landed on one knee, forming a half-kneeling posture. Even so, his charm and demeanor were not at a disadvantage. The way he spoke earnestly caused the surrounding people to start whispering.

Zhang Nanchen grabbed his shoulders with both hands, bent over and whispered, "Get up, don't do this."

But Ji Ying embraced his waist, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "From what I can see, you have signs of losing your mind." He raised his head and looked into Zhang Nanchen's eyes, with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, a half-smile , "Little Master Uncle, I said it, right?"

Zhang Nanchen was already holding one ankle by him. This shock was no small matter. His little heart was beating so fast that it was about to pop out of his mouth. Everything I touched started to feel hot, especially that foot, and I almost couldn't stand upright.

"What nonsense, I don't understand." He was stubborn and still refused to admit it, trying to lift Ji Ying up with both hands.

However, how could classmate Nan Chen's skinny figure be able to grasp it? Ji Ying didn't move at all, grasping Nan Chen's waist, heels and feet tightly, and added: "You brought me up, and it's only natural for you to kneel once. "

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to kneel down. Zhang Nanchen pulled him back with all his strength, and lost his temper for the first time after reviving the dead body: "What childish temper are you playing again, get up!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the fat man hurried over to smooth things over, pulling Zhang Nanchen and asking what was going on.

Zhang Nanchen pulled out a stiff smile: "It's okay, he calculated very accurately, and he was right."

He said, shaking his head slightly at Ji Ying, wanting to tell Ji Ying not to let the fat man see his flaws.

Ji Ying had already stood up, and said loudly: "Is there anyone else willing to give it a try?"

Immediately, a few eager hands raised in the crowd, but they were squeezed away from behind. An old man in yellow robe stepped forward, and went straight to the Yanhua sword stuck on the ground.

With only two fingers, Ping Song pulled out the three-foot Yan Hua Sword, held a sword flower in his hand, and then handed it back to Ji Ying with a smile: "Good sword. It's just that my brother is foolish." If you leak the secrets of heaven, you are not afraid that you will be punished by heaven in the future, and you will suffer more?"

Without waiting for Ji Ying's answer, he walked up to the front of the crowd, turned around and made a "please" gesture.

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The fat man followed immediately, holding up the ticket in his hand, Pinsong snatched it unceremoniously, and led the crowd to the small window of the ticket office, revealing his face covered by a large mole: " Return."

The old man at the ticket window shrank his neck and took the tickets, counted out a few tickets, and argued in a low voice: "Uncle Master, I didn't know it was your friend, so please don't blame me."

Pingsong pushed Zhang Nanchen and Ji Ying to the window one by one: "You two, remember?"

The old man immediately turned from worry to joy, and nodded again and again: "Remember, remember!"

Satisfied, Pingsong let go of his hand, reached into his rucksack and took out a few times, took out a sealed red envelope and handed it to the ticket seller: "Business is good today, and you all worked really hard, then."

The conductor stood up and bowed to catch it with both hands, and Pingsong swaggered ahead.

A group of people entered Changchun Temple unimpeded, walking away from the trail away from tourists and pilgrims.

Changchun Temple is one of the important inheritance places of the Zhengyi school of Taoism. It follows the traditional layout of the ancestral court Shangqing Palace, with the central axis advancing forward and backward, and the buildings in the temple are balanced and symmetrical.

Zhang Nanchen hadn't been to Changchun Temple for many years, so he followed Pingsong on the left side of the Taoist temple, passed through a large area of ​​houses where Taoist priests lived, and came to the small courtyard behind the dining hall.

All the Taoist priests wearing Taoist buns along the way, regardless of their age, would respectfully salute and call "Master Uncle" when they met Pingsong. It seems that his status is indeed detached.

Entering the small courtyard, although the area inside is not large, it is only about twenty square meters, but it is very quiet and elegant. An old man with white beard sat alone at the stone table, holding a white son in one hand and concentrating on meditation. When he saw Pingsong, he smiled and said: "Quick Hurry up, I already thought of understanding the Fa with your move, you and I will have another round."

But Ping Song replied: "Today I have a guest, you can entertain me too."

The white-bearded old man could only stand up, look at the stone table and sigh repeatedly, but he led Fatty and Xiaoxue out.

"You two are waiting here, Wen Zheng will entertain them." Ping Song entered the house and closed the door, thought for a while and then turned around and said, "If you have any unresolved matters, solve them quickly. It's time to talk nonsense."

"Don't worry, senior."

Zhang Nanchen was speechless and didn't answer, but Ji Ying spoke out immediately, and Ping Song shrank into the room very tactfully.

"Is there anything to say, don't you know everything..." Zhang Nanchen resigned himself to the edge of the stone table and sat down, fiddled with the chess pieces unconsciously with one hand, and quickly messed up the mess.

Although Changchun Temple is located in a busy city, this small private courtyard is very secluded, both of them are silent, and for a while, they can only hear the faint sound of sutras and the faint aroma of fireworks from the front hall.

I don't know how long this dense silence lasted, but in the end Zhang Nanchen was the first to lose the battle weakly: "Ji Ying, sit down and talk about something."

You feel very oppressed standing up, okay?

"It should be that you have something to tell me." Ji Ying sat down opposite him very obediently, staring at Zhang Nanchen with cold star-like eyes, her expression was still indifferent, and she couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry.

"Okay..." As soon as Zhang Nanchen was stared at by him, his aura weakened a little, "When did you find out?"

"The day you fell from the building." Ji Ying looked at him and answered word by word, "You opened your third eye in Babaoshan, and I can still recognize your breath."

What he said seemed to be slightly ironic, making Zhang Nanchen's frustration and annoyance all he could hold back in his heart, and he couldn't speak out what he wanted to ask him why he deliberately didn't expose his intentions.

Zhang Nanchen looked at Ji Ying in a daze, but the other party suddenly lowered his waist and leaned over.

The faces of the two were so close, Ji Ying's exquisite face that hadn't changed much since childhood was close in front of him, but Zhang Nanchen could only see the corners of his eyes that were gradually turning red, and his tightly pursed lips that trembled slightly .

"Why did you—" Ji Ying firmly clasped the stone table under his hand, and the hard stone under his palm was almost crushed into powder, "Why did you disappear for three years without making a sound? Why did you become someone else for no reason? Alone? Why don't you recognize me? Please tell me!"

He looked directly at Zhang Nanchen, and he could see the very familiar soul under the strange body without opening his third eye.

This is the little uncle he has been looking for for three years, and he refuses to admit his little uncle even though he reunited with him!

Ji Ying's voice was always clear, but at this moment, every word, every sentence was like hitting jade and gold, almost cracking stones and piercing clouds, making it impossible for Zhang Nanchen to parry.

So he could only stretch out his hand with palpitations, trying to stroke Ji Ying's forehead hair like he did when he was a child, thinking that he could convey his heart to the other party.

He wanted to tell Ji Ying that you misunderstood, no matter what happened, they were the last ties between each other in this vast and empty world.

However, before his hand touched Ji Ying's forehead, the latter had already turned his head very quickly, and said in a low voice, "Don't touch me!"

Zhang Nanchen's hands froze in mid-air, unable to move forward and unwilling to retreat.

"Three years ago, the day you left..." Ji Ying lowered her head, feeling aggrieved and apprehensive like a child, "Should we... tell me, did we do it?"

Zhang Nanchen was dumbfounded for a moment, looking at Ji Ying who was eagerly looking at her blushing cheeks, her uneasy mood calmed down instantly.

"Yes." He said softly, "That was a mistake, I hope you can forget it."

"Is it because of this incident that you refuse to recognize me?" Ji Ying's complexion gradually returned to normal, and she suddenly reached out, grabbed Zhang Nanchen's palm that had been standing in the air and pressed it to her forehead, "Little uncle, I listen your."

His forehead was actually hot, so hot that Zhang Nanchen couldn't help shivering.

"Just one thing for you, don't do this again. If I do something wrong in the future, you can punish me, but don't abandon me."

Ji Ying pressed his hand on her head hard, as if she could keep this person by her side forever. After waiting for a long time, she still didn't hear Zhang Nanchen's answer.

Looking up in astonishment, I only saw Zhang Nanchen's expression of dodging in a hurry.

"When you grow up, you will marry a wife and have children to continue the Ji family's bloodline." Zhang Nanchen shrugged, seemingly relaxed, but bitter in his heart, "I want to have my own life, so don't say such things in the future."

Perhaps only God knows how much he values ​​Ji Ying, but everyone has his own destiny and cannot be resisted.Perhaps the time when the resentment on Nanling Mountain was punished was the day when Zhang Nanchen's soul returned to the underworld.

He exerted a little force, and as soon as he broke away from Jiying's hand, he heard Pingsong humming softly in the room and asked: "Have you finished talking? The old man's hearing is still good, and it's quite boring to have nothing to do."

Zhang Nanchen immediately thought of Ji Ying's question of "do you want to do it or not" just now, and immediately blushed and cursed: "Being old and disrespectful, eavesdropping on the corner!"

"It's what you guys want to say, so the old man must listen." Pinsong came out with his backpack in hand, pointed to the chess pieces on the stone table, "Clean up and talk about business."

Ping Song's master-uncle style was impressive, so Zhang Nanchen had no choice but to accept his fate and sweep a table of chess pieces into the chess box.Ping Song waited for him to tidy up before taking out the items in the rucksack one by one, including a kraft paper envelope, a memorial tablet, a small incense burner, a bunch of incense sticks, and a dust whisk.

Zhang Nanchen watched him arrange these things, took out three sticks of incense and rubbed them on his palms, respected the incense with a serious expression, and then handed the kraft paper envelope into Ji Ying's hand: "Boy of the Ji family, just take a look." .”

On the tablet is written "Pingyao Daoist's Spirit Table" and there are seven boys in seal script. If you look closely at the wooden handle of the whisk, it is smooth and round, and the wood grain is fully visible. It seems that it is also an old thing that has been touched by hands for a long time.

Ji Ying saw things very quickly, and quickly read the letter and forwarded it to Zhang Nanchen.

Zhang Nanchen received it in his hand, glanced at it hastily, but was terrified in his heart, looking at the ups and downs of Pingsong Xinchao, it was hard to describe.

It turned out that this letter was in the handwriting of the real Pingyao who quelled the disaster at University A 14 years ago. In the letter, he described what he had seen and heard when he was subduing demons and collecting ghosts at University A in a few notes, and finally wrote it in a very desolate and helpless style. arrive:

"Brother is helpless today, there is nothing we can do. We can only sacrifice our lives to temporarily suppress this monster. For the future, I will entrust it to my brother. I hope that I will wait for the opportunity and find someone who is destined to eliminate this monster. Thank you, brother."

"Could it be that the recent homicides in Jiaoshi Shishi were really a disaster 14 years ago?!" Zhang Nanchen asked in disbelief after reading the letter, raising his hands above his head and returning it to Pingsong.

Fourteen years ago, in 14, Zhang Nanchen had just been admitted to University A when he encountered an extremely rare disaster.In his memory, after Pingyao Daoist made a move to calm the situation, he really couldn't get out of seclusion. It took two or three months for him to become immortal.

At that time, his brother Ji Han had not yet returned to his throne, and the two came to Changchun to mourn.At that time, the audience in Changchun was very low-key, only the chief disciple who took over as the head teacher went out to speak, and even Ji Han didn't get to pay his respects to the dead body of Pingyao.

Now that I think about it, this matter was really weird at the time, and it was more secular. Religious people were the targets of the united front, and Pingyao Zhenren was a famous person with a very high status.

"Not exactly." Pinsong looked solemn, and slowly shook his head, "I was still in Yunyou at the right time, and I only had time to see my junior brother when I got the news and rushed back to City A. According to what he told me, at this time and 1938 It is related to the three-day massacre after the fall of City A in [-]."

Massacre the city in three days!

Zhang Nanchen couldn't help but take a deep breath, this is the deepest trauma A has ever suffered in history.

In three days, 10 people in City A died tragically, and University A was even more targeted as a gathering place for radical young students.

During those three days, the blood of the young students stained Xinghu Lake, and their corpses filled Nanling Mountain.

From the bursts of mourning and crying at the beginning, to the desperate silence shrouded in death at the end, A University after the three-day massacre was like a hell on earth!

"Do you still remember when City A was occupied in 1938?" Ping Song asked.

"August 1938, 8, the thirteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar." Ji Ying answered coldly, "The massacre of the city in three days begins on the thirteenth day of the lunar calendar and ends on the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar."

In July and a half, the gate of hell opens!

The Taoist Hungry Ghost Festival, known as July and a half in City A, is one of the four major ghost festivals.On this day, the two realms of yin and yang meet, the gate of ghosts is wide open, and countless lonely and wild ghosts wander the world to enjoy the offerings of the living. It is the most yin day of the year.

The three-day massacre happened to cover the three days with the most yin energy in a year, from July [-]th to July [-]th, even if you think about it with your knees, you can guess how fierce it will be!

"Could it be that something happened to University A during that period of time? It has been a disaster to this day?" Zhang Nanchen muttered to himself.

"That's right!" Pinsong suddenly said loudly, "The flesh and blood of ordinary people cannot stop the invaders' artillery fire, but there is a person who killed himself on the Nanling Mountain on July [-]th, sucking up the grievances of thousands of undead souls, and dispelling them. For the sake of the most vicious ghosts, kill those bloody executioners!"

"Break your heart and turn into an evil spirit?" Zhang Nanchen couldn't help but pictured the scene at that time in his mind, and suddenly felt shuddering, "Do you know who that person is?"

"How would I know what happened decades ago?" Ping Song asked Zhang Nanchen, "Do you still remember what the zombie old man in Renshou Lane said to you?"

Zhang Nanchen felt cold, the old man also kept calling him master, and mentioned the fall of City A in 1938.

Could it be that that person has something to do with him? !

His face turned pale bit by bit, until the blood faded away, Zhang Nanchen suddenly grabbed Ji Ying's hand, and asked in a trembling voice: "Could it be - could it be me?"

"Impossible." Ji Ying categorically denied his words, "You are my little uncle, you are definitely not some evil ghost."

After he finished speaking, he said to Ping Song: "Senior, since he knows the secret, why bother to cover it up, if you have something to say, you can say it directly, so as not to frighten him."

Only then did Zhang Nanchen feel better, looked at Pingsong and said, "I'd like to ask my senior to give me advice."

Old Ping Song blushed slightly, twitched his goatee and smiled: "I was just scaring you, but you actually took it seriously. Could it be possible that a ghost can become a human? I just heard from my younger brother that the person who commits suicide and transforms into a ghost is a member of the Taoist sect. But compassion for the common people is the only way to act violently, and end up with a result that will never enter reincarnation. This senior turned into a ghost and slaughtered all the officers and soldiers who were plundered in A Da □ at that time, and then voluntarily executed him. As for the funeral, I don’t know about it.”

"Since he has been executed, why is there still resentment on Nanling Mountain?" Ji Ying asked.

"At that time, Nanling Mountain was already a slaughterhouse, and more than ten thousand people died tragically on it. The amount of resentment was unimaginable. The senior absorbed the resentment energy of resentful souls and turned them into ghosts, which was actually beneficial to those resentful souls, forcing them to reincarnate so as not to wander around the world. It's just that the resentment was too much. Heavy, this has remained until now.” Ping Song sighed, and continued, “After the three-day massacre, Nanling Mountain has formed a situation of ten thousand evils. Although the senior absorbed and resolved part of the resentment, it is a temporary solution, not a root cause. If there is another tragic death of a living person, and the accumulation of resentment, it will inevitably set off another catastrophe."

Wanshaju is the most ominous omen that all ghosts mourn together and resentment rises to the sky. Zhang Nanchen has only seen it in ancient books.

As soon as these three words came out, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and his little heart was frozen into icy slag.

According to the records in that book, at the beginning of 1232 AD, the Kingdom of Jin was in a precarious situation.In March, Kaifeng City was besieged again, and the tomb of Empress Minghui of the Jin Kingdom was also dug up and her coffin stolen.

The siege of Kaifeng was very fierce. Subotai stormed for [-] days and nights, and Xuan Xuhe rescued the siege. Millions of people died inside and outside the city.

It was these millions of innocent souls that contributed to the formation of the Wansha Bureau. After the siege of Kaifeng City was relieved, the plague was rampant again in the city. In just 90 days, Kaifeng City sent out more than [-] dead, and this is only the number of people buried in coffins. , corpses shrouded in straw mats, and corpses exposed in the wilderness are countless.

"You mean, in 1994, three girls tragically died in Nanling Mountain?" Zhang Nanchen managed to stabilize his mind, and forcibly expelled the deep-seated fear. Bureau, is this the catastrophe that year?"

"That's right." Ping Song cupped his hands towards Pingyao Master's tablet, "My junior brother was just going to exorcise ghosts, but he ran into the evil situation, which is also his destiny."

"So the real Pingyao sacrificed his life to temporarily suppress the Wansha situation, but entrusted this matter to you, senior?"

"Entrust it to me, haha!" Pingsong laughed loudly, "How can this old man be able to break the evil situation, but do his best. If it is absolutely necessary, it is not a bad idea to learn from Pingyao's younger brother!"

Zhang Nanchen's heart trembled, and he glanced at Ji Ying, only to see a resolute expression on his face.

Could it be that this is the true meaning of his resurrection from the corpse?

What kind of Nanling Mountain, what kind of evil situation, as long as there is Zhang Nanchen for a day, Ji Ying must be kept safe!

Having made up his mind, Zhang Nanchen didn't hesitate anymore, and talked about his resurrection, but he ignored the cause of death, and only said that he died in a car accident while traveling abroad for three years.

Ping Song seemed to have sensed it a long time ago, and did not show any surprise. Even Ji Ying seemed to accept his rhetoric, and did not pursue it.

Zhang Nanchen also talked about the abnormal state after evoking Nanchen's soul in the boys' dormitory in Guiyuan, and what he saw with Ji Yingye after visiting the Eleventh Institute.After finishing speaking, he asked Ping Song: "Senior, you set up the formation on the roof of the teacher's dormitory and the teaching eleven?"

"That's right, it's the old man's handwriting. Nanling Mountain is full of grievances, and Pingyao's junior brother exhausted all his cultivation to suppress it. I don't know which bastard leader of A University has rebuilt Teaching Eleven. It's like this kind of grievances and frequent accidents. , the best is to rely on a large number of young men's own yang energy to resist. Although Jiaoshi has undergone several repairs since its establishment, the foundation has not been shaken. For this reconstruction, even the foundation has to be dug out. The pure yang accumulated over a hundred years It will undoubtedly make things worse." Pinsong stretched out his hand and drew a seven-star map on the stone table, "From the teacher's dormitory building of University A to the west, to Nanling Mountain and Nanxi Mountain, a natural Therefore, I set up a four-element array on the roof of the teacher's building to gather vitality, and I used the soul nails soaked in pure vitality for a long time to guide the teaching eleven, and set up a soul-guiding array to prevent wandering ghosts from being sucked into the evil spirits. Activate it, and at the same time send a large amount of energy to purify it, so as to help it enter reincarnation early in the future, so as to temporarily suppress the Wansha Bureau, so as not to waste the life of the living."

"It's a pity that the soul-inducing array was accidentally broken, and this is the real reason why Jiao Shi's frequent deaths." Ji Ying said suddenly, "Senior, when are we going to leave? This terrible situation needs to be resolved as soon as possible. "

When he said this, there was already 12 points of respect in his tone, and his expression was extremely solemn.

Pinsong Nianxu smiled, "You two don't need to ask any more questions now, when the time comes, I will look for you. Whether the evil situation can be broken or not, there is a definite decision in the dark, don't force everything."

When he said this, his eyes fell on Ji Ying, as if he had pointed it out.

Zhang Nanchen also heard the metaphor in Pingsong's words, but could only smile wryly.

If the Ji family can be kind and not so stubborn, then they can't be called the Ji family.

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After bidding farewell to Pingsong, Zhang Nanchen obviously fell silent. Even a thick-skinned person like Fatty noticed his strangeness, and quietly pulled Ji Ying aside and asked, "Senior Brother Ji, what's wrong with Nan Chen?"

Ji Ying also knew the severity of Wanshaju, but she was much calmer than Zhang Nanchen, and she only replied reassuringly, "It's nothing."

Fatty saw that they were unwilling to speak, and he couldn't continue to ask, so he had to drag Xiaoxue aside and mutter.

Not long after arriving at the gate of Changchun Temple, Ji Ying stopped and stopped moving forward, and took out her mobile phone to make a call.

Within a few minutes, the red cheetah, which was detained and taken away by the traffic police, moved slowly in front of the four of them along with the traffic.

Ji Ying handed over the trailer slip that he got from Zhang Nanchen last night to the man in the suit who was driving, and pulled him aside to give some instructions, then walked up to everyone and said, "Get in the car."

"Demand!" Fatty cheered first, and pulled Xiaoxue to take the lead in seizing the favorable terrain in the back seat.

Zhang Nanchen was in a bit of a dilemma. He was thinking about whether to squeeze with Fatty and the others, but Ji Ying raised the car keys to his eyes: "You drive."

The mood suddenly cleared from the light rain, Zhang Nanchen took the car keys and smiled like a Maitreya Buddha: "You are filial, so good."

He stroked Jiying's head habitually, and the latter also had a stern face and refused to hide. In a blink of an eye, he saw Fatty and Xiaoxue sitting in the car looking at him like a monster.

Zhang Nanchen: "Uh... a momentary mistake."

Ji Ying: "..."

Fatty: "..."

Xiaoxue: "..."

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Since Ping Song said that he had to wait for the right time, it would be useless for Zhang Nanchen to be in a hurry here, as he did not have the strength to go to Nanling Mountain alone to break through the evil situation.

So after returning to the dormitory, Zhang Nanchen couldn't help sighing a lot. It was the fat man who flipped through the leaflets from the computer city and shouted loudly, "There will be a promotion from May 5th to 28th. Let's go and have a look." The Dragon Boat Festival, which is most suitable for drawing characters, is coming soon.

"What's the date today?" He ran to the fat man and asked.

"Number 28." The fat man held up the flyer in front of his eyes, "Are you interested? Then we'll fix one for him tomorrow!"

Student Qian Sier rubbed his hands boldly: "By the way, call Xiaoxue...hehe..."

"No." Zhang Nanchen quickly refused and turned to look for Ji Ying.

"What's your attitude! Fourth master is mad at me!" The fat man was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he hugged his phone to find Xiaoxue for comfort.

Seeing the fat man climbing onto the bed with his mobile phone in his arms, Zhang Nanchen lingered to Ji Ying's side and asked in a low voice, "Dragon Boat Festival is coming, are you going to go home too?"

"Why?" Ji Ying glanced at him, changed into clean clothes and climbed to the upper bunk.

"Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon!" Zhang Nanchen also climbed up, and the two talked closely together, "Don't you need to prepare a talisman?"

The fifth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar is the most vigorous day of yin and yang in a year, especially Zishi and Haishi, which are the times when yang ebbs and yin grows and yin and yang alternate, making them most vigorous.

At this moment, the Dao talisman drawn by someone with profound mana has the highest success rate, the most powerful mana contained, and the least consumption of the talisman drawer's own fatigue.

Therefore, according to the tradition of the Ji family, every three days before and after the Dragon Boat Festival, they would close their doors to thank guests, and devote themselves to drawing the high-level Taoist symbols that will be used within a year.

"It's the same here, unless..." Ji Ying glanced at Zhang Nanchen's outstretched head, "You go back with me."

"Of course not!" Zhang Nanchen refused without thinking, "Why should I live in your house? Fatty must be suspicious, no."

"Then I will continue to live here." Ji Ying sat cross-legged without paying attention, with her hands flat on her knees, it seemed that she was going to meditate.

Zhang Nanchen didn't want to continue to quarrel with him. Since Ji Ying taught him the practice, the time spent in meditation every day has doubled. He also secretly suspected that it was because of the excessive consumption of mana, but seeing Ji Ying, everything was as usual. It doesn't look like much.

There were three people in the dormitory, Fatty and Xiaoxue texted and chatted happily, Ji Ying sat in meditation, and Zhang Nanchen was left alone to look around, and finally sat cross-legged face to face with Ji Ying.

Slowly adjusting his breathing to the most soothing rhythm, Zhang Nanchen closed his eyes slightly, mobilized his inner breath, and lowered his abdomen