Zha Gong's evolutionary path

"..." Ying Moyan's expression moved slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, and the cold blue light on his fingertips slowly retracted.

He looked at Luo Huang thoughtfully. The young man had messy hair and panda eyes. Although his face was exhausted, he still cheered up and put on a vigorous appearance.

"While you practice, can I see it?" he asked.

Luo Huang was taken aback for a moment, and then guessed that this ghost who seemed to be of extraordinary status probably thought of the extremely important person in his heart, and felt sympathy for him.

Although he usually tried his best to attract ghosts and yin, there were very few ghosts that actually appeared in front of him.

The unknown male ghost in front of him appeared in his alchemy room condescendingly, regardless of whether he went the wrong way, he should have been on the way to recruit other psychics, but came here by accident; Or it happened that for some reason, he obeyed his call that was unremarkable. When Luo Huang saw him for the first time, his heart was filled with joy and sourness.

Don't just watch him do it, just watch him run naked, it's best to stay here for a while longer.

He hurriedly said, "Okay."

Picking up a palm-sized puppet doll from the shelf next to it, he said to Mo Yan, "It's very sunny outside, and it's noon. You can keep your soul by hiding in this doll."

"..." Ying Moyan looked at the naive bear doll, with short arms and legs, cute round ears pricked up, big dark eyes innocent and cute, just like a six-year-old child's bedside playmate.

Let him, the majestic master of the underworld, slip into such a doll, it is simply unimaginable.

He said, "No, Ben—I'm not that weak."

Luo Huang hugged the bear cub, blinked his eyes, seemed to sense the reason for his refusal, and said: "If you don't attach to the object, your consciousness will easily dissipate, and you won't be able to see the one you want to see." People. Or so be it.”

He put the bear boy aside and stretched out his arms to him, "I'm full of yang energy, you can hide in my body for a while."

He does not mean that.

Ying Moyan was already harboring ulterior motives, and wanted to forcibly take back the seventh emotion, but now this person invited him to live in his body, isn't it just sending him to his door?

He looked at the young man's frank and frank appearance, but suddenly he felt a little uncomfortable, and said: "...I am a ghost, you are a human, and the dead souls covet the vitality of the living, so you are not worried about me taking the opportunity to seize the house?"

Luo Huang said bluntly: "You want to seize the house, and when I didn't notice you appeared just now, you took it away without saying a word; why would you spend so long talking nonsense with me?" He looked at him and smiled. I got up, "I don't know why, the first time I saw you, I felt kind, and I always felt as if I had seen you somewhere."

Luo Huang pretended to be clever and said: "Perhaps this is the legendary love at first sight?"

Ying Moyan: "..."

With a sullen face, he turned into a ray of white light and sank into the body of the Taoist priest full of flying pigeons. He felt that it was a mistake for him not to kill him when we met on the first day of the lunar new year.

The feeling of entering one's own consciousness is very strange.

It's like returning to a long-lost hometown, where every plant and tree should be very familiar, like a treasure, but when you look closely, you feel that everything is different, and the stars are changing.

In the past few times, the scattered six emotions returned to his blank body with the memory of the complete experience, filling him up one by one like a puzzle; In the last emotion.

The priority was reversed, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Luo Huang's spiritual consciousness was an ethereal silence, accepting him very smoothly and naturally.

The young man himself only felt a sudden coldness on his body, and was briefly frozen by Ying Moyan's own cold air, and soon he didn't notice anything unusual.The ghost that fell from the sky quietly stayed in his body, as if it was a part of him.

Luo Huang was secretly happy in her heart, and felt that she had taken another step towards becoming a great psychic of the generation.

With Ying Moyan, he stepped out of the smoky alchemy room, the sky was bright outside, and the eyes of the young man who had been in the small room for a long time shrank slightly.

But soon, his attention was attracted by a faint cry, and he walked quickly following the sound.

Through Luo Huang's eyes, Ying Moyan clearly saw an endless green hill in front of them. They were on the top of the green hill at this time, and behind them were several wooden houses built in a fairy-like style—one of them There is no casement in the room, only a door is opened for entry and exit. It is the alchemy room they left - in front of them is a large wide and flat ground. wave.

At the end of this large flat land, against the side of the mountain, there is a Fangzheng altar facing south.

On both sides of the Taoist altar, orange-yellow spirit-calling flags flutter in the wind. On a bronze six-legged cauldron in front of the Taoist altar, there are ninety-nine and 81 incense sticks inserted, and each incense candle is the same length.

In front of the cauldron, there were two gray-haired old men kneeling, the man was supporting the woman, both of them had red and swollen eyes, weeping uncontrollably.

Hearing the sound of Luo Huang's footsteps, the two turned their heads and tremblingly were about to bow down to Luo Huang.

Ying Moyan felt a thump in Luo Huang's heart, and then the psychic made a wrong step, deftly avoiding the two of them bowing down.

"Immortal..." The old man choked up, "My daughter..."

Luo Huang bit the bullet and comforted him and said: "Min Lao is at ease, just now, after a period of ecstasy, I have successfully made contact with Ling Ai's soul. Although Ling Ai is a beautiful woman, she suffered a lot during her lifetime, luckily At this moment, she has been liberated. The king of hell pity her for her poor fortune in this life, and has allowed her to cast herself as a man in the next life, and enter the house of bells and casserole."

Although he held the girl's urn in his arms, he never even saw the girl's face from the beginning to the end, and he made up lies in a clever way without blinking an eye.

Ying Moyan only thought in his heart, if the book of life and death only judges whether a person has suffered or not in his life, he will be given a compensatory next life, what deterrence is there for the theory of reincarnation and retribution?

After hearing the verdict, the elders of the Min family all looked lenient, and the old woman said timidly, "Xiao Rong... may she meet us again?"

Luo Huang didn't answer immediately, the old woman hurriedly said: "Immortal Chief, we have silver taels, and we have brought all our savings in this life." Tears welled up in her eyes again, "I just want to see my little girl again. Poor daughter."

Luo Huang said: "It's not about the money..."

Just now the young man who went to the alchemy room and knocked on the door rudely poked his head out from behind the bronze cauldron and gave Luo Huang a wink.

After Luo Huang received his signal, the embarrassed look lingered on his face for a while, and finally turned into confusion, then nodded: "Forget it, it's because of your sincerity. Miss Xiaorong has not passed away, and you two The bond of flesh and blood has not been broken, maybe you can still recruit. The two of you take ten steps back."

That year when the old couple heard that there was hope, they didn't have time to wipe away their tears, so you supported me and I supported you, and hurried back ten steps.

Ying Moyan followed him to the Taoist altar, watching this inexperienced psychic with cold eyes, put down Miss Xiao Rong's urn, took the cinnabar from the altar table with one hand, and scribbled something on the blank yellow talisman paper Stuff; with the other hand, he grabbed the mahogany sword handed by his companion, muttering words in his mouth, raised the sword and danced wildly, his movements were crazy and self-contained, with no aesthetic feeling, not much different from the "Dancing God" commonly known by the folks.

He jumped sideways, squeezed his throat at the same time, made a woman's high-pitched voice, and said: "Father, mother..."

The couple who were far away, heard the call, and immediately cried together without distinguishing the truth from the fake.

Ying Moyan watched coldly, there are so many fools in this world, even a man who has never met before, puts on that pretentious Taoist robe, squeezes his throat and learns a few female voices, and he can coax these people to believe it.

He gradually felt impatient, and didn't want to watch this trick of posturing again.

Suddenly, a puff of pale white smoke emerged from the bottom of the cauldron and flew upwards along with the wind.The smoke became more and more dense, gradually covering the figure of the psychic.

With a distance of several feet, Luo Huang's face and figure had disappeared.

Only Ying Moyan knew that this fake psychic got into the inside of the bronze cauldron with a short body—the inside of the furnace was actually hollow, allowing two big men to enter at the same time—only one hand was stretched out, and the five fingers were covered. A rag doll with braided hair stretched its limbs dexterously under the control of his fingers, revealing a hazy shadow from the smoke that was slightly blown away by the mountain wind.

This routine is just like in the past when Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty yearned for Concubine Yang Guifei, who died in a fragrant fragrance. The alchemist erected a screen for her, and used silhouettes to comfort the emperor's lovesickness.

——This kid is not only not good at learning, but also good at committing crimes with his accomplices, bluffing and deceiving, and bewitching people's hearts.

Ying Moyan was thinking about it when she suddenly heard Luo Huang's pretentious woman's voice, and said softly: "Father, mother. My daughter learns language at the age of one, walks at the age of three, learns embroidery with her mother at the age of six, and learns embroidery at the age of twelve. Zhisu, married at the fifteenth year as a husband and housewife. Father endured hardships for his daughter, selling cakes during the day and working at night; There is no way to reciprocate; the younger brother in the family is still young, the parents put away their sadness, and return to their hometown as soon as possible—”

The couple cried louder and louder, and suddenly heard Luo Huang's voice turned, complaining bitterly, sobbing softly, "My husband's family bullied me, and I was always blamed; my daughter returned home, and my parents rejected me... It is because of the weight of the dowry gift that it is worthy for my younger brother to marry Meijiao Niang in the future—”

The voices of the couple surnamed Min were cut off in the middle of their crying, leaving only some intermittent gasps.

The young companion who knocked on his room door struggled to stick to him, stretched out his hand and pinched the back of his hand, and said in a low voice: "What are you talking about? I took the money and cheated these two out of the way. What are you doing for nothing?" You moth? I inquired about this information, not to provoke the client with you!!!"

Luo Huanghun didn't seem to have heard it, and ignored it at all, quietly said: "The world is suffering, there is nothing more than a moment of coldness in the blood..."

He sighed deeply, and the smoke that had lingered for a cup of tea was exhausted and slowly dispersed.

Looking at the couple surnamed Min again, their lips trembled, both showing painful expressions of remorse.The old woman sat paralyzed on the ground, with tears all over her face, crying bitterly.

Luo Huang supported the altar, didn't look at the couple, just lowered his head quietly.

His companion came out of the cauldron with a helpless expression on his face, as if he wanted to sigh and hit someone.Looking at Luo Huang's face, he endured all of it.

Human nature is gloomy, complicated and tortuous, like the fragrance of roses in the bushes of thorns, like the dangerous shoals in the scenic spots.

Ying Moyan slowly escaped from Luo Huang's body, and the long sleeves of the cloak were blown by the breeze on the top of the mountain, fluttering like butterfly wings.

He floated in the air, looking thoughtfully at the psychic with his head down.

Although this psychic is not good at learning, and makes a living by cheating under the guise of communicating Yin and Yang, he also has his own strange style.

The old man surnamed Min helped his wife who had fallen to the ground, wiped his tears, and suddenly said loudly: "Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong is kind-hearted, considerate and filial, she will definitely not be like this... arrange us like this..."

He trembled his lips, and tremblingly said: "You goddamn stick, are you a liar—"

A gust of wind suddenly rose from the ground, lifted the urn on the altar, and a wisp of fine ash was blown to the ground by the wind, and a woman in cloth clothes suddenly appeared in the blue sky and broad daylight.

The woman's face was pale, and there was still a lot of dried blood under her body, and she looked dazed.

She didn't seem to understand, just as she was about to take the Meng Po soup, why did her body flicker, but her soul was pulled into this world?

She lowered her head, her bewildered eyes almost met the stunned old couple in front of her.

"Rong..." Her mother opened her mouth wide and stretched out her skinny hands, trying to grab her.

The woman's soul trembled slightly, knowing that her mother would no longer be able to reach her, but she still drifted back half a step nervously.

Then, facing her parents, she slowly bowed down, and then remained stubborn until the magic power that summoned her was gone.

Come and go in an instant, with a glance, the past has arrived.

Holding the urn, the couple was crying to death.

Luo Huang and his companions watched this incredible scene of seeing a ghost in broad daylight. The two of them were tongue-tied, completely out of the situation, and couldn't believe their eyes.

The ghost disappeared about a cup of tea before Luo Huang pinched his companion next to him, and his companion screamed.

"Why pinch me!!"

Luo Huang was pleasantly surprised: "Did you see it? Did you see it? It's really Miss Xiaorong's soul!!! My skills have improved a lot!!"