Zha Gong's evolutionary path

Luo Huang was refreshed, Luo Huang was ambitious, and felt that his cultivation base had greatly increased, and he was advancing thousands of miles every day.

Sending away the tearful couple surnamed Min, after receiving a wad of money, he grabbed the bank notes and flipped through them loudly, and said triumphantly to his companion, the young man he called A Liang: "In the future We don’t need to use Lao Shizi to deceive our eyes anymore, and we don’t need to work hard to act! What kind of ghosts and ghosts, men, women and children, but if you have something to ask, please show up at any time!”

The young man who grew up with him knew very well what his partner was, half-believed, and asked the most reasonable question: "Could you be a blind cat who bumped into a dead mouse, just this once?"

"No, no," the unreliable psychic cheered up, full of confidence, "You saw the scene just now, besides me, who else has the ability to recruit Miss Xiaorong?"

Ying Moyan put his hands behind his back and snorted coldly in his heart.

Ah Liang looked left and right, except for him and Luo Huang, there was only the breeze, white clouds, and green grass on the empty mountain top and flat ground, and there was not even a shadow of a dog.

I had no choice but to nod in conviction.

"Next time you go down the mountain to do business,—" Out of the corner of Luo Huang's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Ying Moyan floating in mid-air, and suddenly remembered that there is a "foreign ghost" here, and he must not reveal his true colors too much.

Immediately changed his mind and said, "No, when you go to eliminate evil miasma and transform sentient beings, remember to publicize a lot for me, Taoist Zixu, and publicize boldly. You must know that the smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys, and you can't go wrong if you yell hard."

——Isn't it always a Buddhist saying to transform all living beings?

Ying Moyan's eyebrows twitched secretly.

It can be seen from this that this guy in Taoist robes is indeed a rambunctious half-assed person; just now he was tempted to recruit the girl's soul for him to support his appearance, but when he calmed down, he felt that his value was greatly reduced.

Luo Huang waved his hand generously, and stuffed the money into the hands of his companion: "Go down the mountain and get some food and drink, I still have things to do."

"Yes yes yes, you can summon the soul of your boss." A Liang shook his silver ticket and walked down the mountain, saying as he walked, "Remember to feed the chicken."

This hill is actually only occupied by the fake Taoist priest Luo Huang and his partner. Behind a row of wooden houses are a few flat fields, which are full of various vegetables and fruits.

In a small open space surrounded by a fence next to it, six big black roosters strutting and patrolling their territory with pride, got along with each other in harmony, and there was no bloody conflict.Several brooding hens squatted motionless on the ground, their vigilant little eyes staring forward without blinking, ready to fight for their eggs at any time.

A self-sufficient pastoral setting.

Luo Huang sprinkled the crushed millet into the chicken coop, clucked and called the chickens to eat, and explained to Ying Moyan, who was beside him, apologetically: "These bastards can even eat their own eggs after being hungry for a long time. Gotta secure them first."

Ying Moyan didn't know much about these fireworks in the world, so he didn't say a word.

The man patted the millet on his hands, "Let's talk about you—"

He turned to Ying Moyan, and found that this ghost not only flew out of his body without his noticing, but also floated in front of him calmly in broad daylight, unaffected by the noon yang energy at all.

I can't help but mutter in my heart, this doesn't seem like something a ghost of an ordinary level can do?

Is he a ghost?

But the evil ghost can look so handsome, and also has a sense of coercion from above?

Luo Huang thought belatedly, this ghost didn't look like he was asking for anything from others, he looked at himself quietly, as if he owed him some important item and didn't return it.

Then why did he appear in his alchemy room?

When the false priest was making wild guesses in his heart, Ying Moyan said slowly: "You two can support yourself, why do you still do that bluffing thing? You don't have strong psychic ability."

Luo Huang was stunned, and Ying Moyan said: "Like you just now, if you don't see the ghost of the victim and talk nonsense, if you guess the whole story, you're lucky; You want to go to the tongue-pulling hell. Since you have dabbled in the underworld, you should know that the consequences will be serious, why are you willing to take this risk and do such deceitful things?"

He is used to judging right and wrong in the Hall of Yama, judging merits and demerits, putting himself in front of others, even refusing to indulge himself a little bit, so he naturally assumed a businesslike and indifferent tone.

Luo Huang felt that his tone was extremely exaggerated, like a questioning one.

He was stunned for a moment, but he was not provoked by him, he just said suddenly: "—I have had a pair of yin and yang eyes since I was a child."

Ying Moyan looked at him.

"Those yin and yang eyes taught me to see the souls of people who no longer existed in the world. When I was young, I couldn't distinguish the difference between people and ghosts. I often saw ghosts wandering around the door of the house, from their crying Relatives pass in front of them, Yin and Yang are separated, and thoughts cannot be passed on."

Luo Huang said: "I saw my heart hurt like a knife, so I told my parents about the wonders I saw, and asked them to tell those who lost their loved ones where their relatives lingered to commemorate them. But his two elders always scolded me for nonsense, and they firmly refused to let me go. I leaked a few words to outsiders. No matter how many times I told them over and over again, how many times I begged them hard, the two elders never let go."

He suddenly laughed: "I used to feel that my parents had no trust in me and were indifferent to the suffering of others. When I was 6 years old, I met Ah Liang, and we hit it off right away, and we often ran to his house. One day I said, Telling Ah Liang that his grandma has been guarding his vegetable garden, Ah Liang has no doubts and is very grateful to me. I also saw the grandma smiling at me thanking me. After this was done, I was very happy and thought Ah Liang was able to accept that I was a different kind, so he invited him to my house to play—”

He slowly fell into deep thought: "—A Liang was invited to my house that day, and I introduced my parents to him. His two elders were clearly standing in front of the hall, but A Liang asked me in surprise: 'Where are your parents?' "

Ying Mo Yan Meifeng moved slightly, then saw the Taoist priest smiling, and said softly: "At that time, I suddenly realized that my parents never wanted me to reveal the truth, the real reason for associating with outsiders."

"—The thoughts of the living can be seen by the living; but the various emotions of the dead cannot be conveyed to the living to know." He said, "I want to dilute the sorrow for the living, and I also want to let the dead soul Get rid of your worries. If you can become a bridge between yin and yang, do your best to relieve your thoughts and comfort your sufferings, then you can write black ink on the credit book, so why not be afraid."

"—For money, and for my parents who died when I was 2 years old, I only want to spend the whole of this world and the underworld, thinking about both ends."

"..." Ying Moyan said, "You have great ambitions."

Luo Huang smiled and said, "Yes."

He blinked, "You didn't have time to finish talking just now, what is it that needs my help?"

Ying Moyan looked at him and seemed to have been thinking for a while.

Slowly said: "...It's not that urgent. When that person shows up, it won't be too late to ask you for help."

"He will come to you?"

He saw the ghost in front of him who seemed to have a big background, showing a thoughtful expression.

He hesitated for a long time before saying: "I want to see him, but he... may not want to see me."

Luo Huang looked at him in bewilderment, and found that he was speechless, and suddenly seemed to understand something.Clapping both palms, he suddenly realized: "You have done something wrong to others, and you regret it so much, are you still worried after death?"

Ying Moyan: "..."

Although it wasn't what he thought it was, Subtle didn't go far.

"I've actually seen you like this a lot. Generally speaking, when you are at the age of bloody youth, you will show this kind of guilt and worry. Most of the time, you have failed that woman's deep love..." Luo Huang winked. , "Is she pretty? Is she married?"

Ying Moyan's face turned half black, this Taoist priest just aroused his compassion in a serious way, and he can be so incoherent by turning his back, this seventh emotion is so wild by nature, where does he want to go? Can the direction of Mercedes-Benz be pulled? ?

He bluntly defended: "He is not a woman—"

"Oh———" The fake Taoist priest dragged out his tone, his face became more and more exciting, his eyebrows and nose were wrinkled, and his whole body was full of drama.

He raised his hand to pat Mo Yan's shoulder, stretched half way out thinking that he couldn't pat it, and retracted it with a smile, "Don't worry, I don't discriminate against Long Yang! I understand all these situations!!"

No, you don't understand anything.

But Ying Moyan's face was so dark that he didn't want to explain to him at all.

"You two are in a different situation than ordinary men and women, and there are misunderstandings between you. As long as the explanation is clear, it doesn't matter. Don't worry, you see that person you miss so much, you turn into a ghost and still don't want to be reincarnated, if he knows , at least I can appreciate your painstaking efforts..."

The Taoist priest was still chasing after him and chattering to enlighten him, Ying Moyan was in a bad mood, turned around and floated away.

He actually didn't want to spend too much time on this last love.

Even though Yuelao spoke out to dissuade him and told him not to intervene to block Lin Gongru's robbery, he had made up his mind in his heart and wanted to end Lin Gongru's experience in this life as soon as possible.That day when I saw Lin Gongru's hair turned white overnight in the water mirror, his face was calm, but his heart was full of turmoil.

When he came back to his senses, his face was cold and wet when he touched it, and a layer of water sprayed on the mirror.

In Yan Wen's early judgment, it was said: Heavenly general Lin Gongru offended the emperor, and his crimes were serious. He was removed from the immortal status thousands of years ago and pushed down to Zhuxiantai.He has been tossed and turned in the world, tempered by reincarnation, and then returned to the underworld, but the love debt on his body has not been reduced at all, and new sins have been added instead.Love is like a catastrophe, if it doesn't pay off, if it doesn't make her heartbroken and repents, then the cause and effect will not be broken, and the opportunity will be difficult.

He thought that he ordered Lin Gongru to collect the seven emotions to give this dandy a chance to change his mind and become a human being again;

This man, who saw Meng Lang as a scumbag at first, has gone through life after life, picking bones and skins layer by layer, and at this point, he probably has no intention of survival.He calmed down again, and carefully checked the memories he had gradually assembled, only to realize that everything between him and him was predestined.

As long as he takes back this last love, he can completely recall all the past events and karma that happened between him and Lin Gongru in the heavenly court back then, without errors or omissions.

As long as you are ruthless, take Luo Huang back to yourself...

The seven emotions are scattered in the world, even if they were part of his body, they have already had their own chances and obsessions at this time.

——He couldn't be cruel.