Zha Gong's evolutionary path

Ying Moyan hesitated again and again, but decided to wait and see for a while, not to take action against the seventh emotion for the time being.

In fact, apart from knowing the world and location of each of the Seven Emotions, even as the lord of the underworld, he can't control when and how they meet Lin Gongru.

It was this unpredictability that made him unable to bear to do it early.

Especially when he discovered that Luo Huang, a half-way Taoist priest who relied on deception and scheming to make ends meet, had a good reputation known far and wide, his little unbearable feeling magnified into surprise and even curiosity.

He floated beside Luo Huang, looking at the foolish people who would come to sue every three to five days on the green hill, weeping when they came, and relieved when they left.

Even if he knew that the souls that Luo Huang summoned every time pretending to be fake were just a live drama he and A Liang hid in the bronze cauldron, he would still be amazed at how accurately this man figured out the minds of the dead. Few mistakes.

Could it be that this is also a kind of talent, derived from the instinct of his real body from Yan Luodian?

As for Luo Huang, since there was a sharp-looking ghost floating around him silently, from the very beginning, he was always worried whether his soul would disappear, so he strongly suggested that he go find that bear boy to possess him; If you don't see it, just let him fend for himself.

Even under the blue sky and broad daylight, he can float majestically near the Taoist altar. He is not afraid of mahogany charms, cinnabar, black chicken blood, and black donkey hooves. Even the adding machine drove him away.

No matter which of these two possibilities, it does not belong to the scope of his concern, because it is useless to worry about it.

A few times he even wanted to inquire about Ying Moyan's origins by beating around the bush. This man in a black cloak was extremely tight-lipped, he didn't answer any questions, and just followed him silently.

He didn't know anything about him other than his first and last name.

This is quite unfair, he doesn't know anything about him, he only knows that he has a man he desperately wants to see; but this ghost follows him all day long, changing clothes, eating, washing, bathing and going to bed.

Luo Huang, who is open-minded, comforted himself, everyone is separated from Yin and Yang, and they are not on the same path, so let him see the light.

As a human being, you have to be more generous than being a ghost.

"I'm going down the mountain in a few days."

It was still early to finish the work that day, so Luo Huang gave the alms to Ah Liang to buy meals as usual, went into the alchemy room by himself, searched here and there, and asked Ying Moyan by the way: "Are you coming down the mountain with me, or, uh?" , floating on the mountain?"

Ying Moyan said: "What are you going down the mountain for?"

His tone was calm and even flat, and he didn't sound very interested, as if he didn't care about Luo Huang's answer, and just asked casually so politely.

But the strange thing is, Luo Huang somehow felt that this person's tone was perfunctory. In fact, no matter what he said to him, there was a sense of scrutiny. Make a coffin judgment.

"The beginning of July is coming soon, the gates of the underworld are open, and ghosts are walking at night, it's a good time to do business—"

For a moment, he lost a few words, but this fake Taoist priest could still come back under Yan Jun's indifferent stare, "...It is a good day to mourn the dead for the living, express our grief, and communicate with each other. As a psychic medium, this is the time to show off your skills, and you never dare to lag behind others when it comes to benefiting the common people."

Hungry Ghost Festival...

Ying Moyan raised her eyebrows.

He had forgotten that the gate of ghosts opened at the beginning of July and closed until the middle of July, and many ghosts, new and old, lingered on the Wangxiang Terrace, waiting for this year's return to the world and the reunion with their loved ones.

This is also a major festival in the underworld, and the ghosts released must be counted in advance; on the night of the end of the Ghost Festival, all must be taken back before the rooster crows, and they must not wander around in the world.After the closing time of the ghost gate, those who still stay in the world, no matter what the reason is, none of them can escape severe punishment after being captured by ghost messengers.

But although the punishment is heavy, there are still ghosts waiting for the opportunity to escape into the world every year at this time, and they will not come to their senses even if they know that they cannot return to the sun.

Humans and ghosts have different paths, even if they stay in the mortal world for a long time, and the one they love is close to each other, it will only increase the sorrow.

Luo Huang's parents in this life escaped the capture of ghosts by some unknown method, and they never entered the underworld from the very beginning; they accompanied their ignorant son affectionately.But the longer they stay, the faster their souls will disperse, and the lower the chance of re-entering reincarnation.

Luo Huang avoided talking about what happened after he found out that his parents were no longer alive, and Ying Moyan didn't pursue it. It would not be a gratifying ending.

"I'll go with you." He glanced at the yellow talisman papers that Luo Huang collected into the cloth bag, "Just bring blank ones."

Luo Huang wondered: "It's so unprofessional to carry blank ones on your body, why don't you have to rewrite them when something happens?" He plausibly said, "Others can't see what these talismans are for, so carry them with you in case of an emergency. Well. I have worked hard on writing."

Ying Moyan: "..."

The spells used to summon spirits are like waste paper if they are poorly written, so what can I do with them?Go to the toilet?

——Of course such blasphemous words do not conform to Yan Jun's identity, and he would not say it even if he was beaten to death.

Luo Huang explained: "You haven't entered the underworld yet, so you don't know how big the battle of the ghosts is, and the ghosts and monsters released from the underworld are flying all over the sky. A Taoist priest like me with superb skills and achievements, walks a lot at night, and it's hard to be safe. If you encounter three or two ghosts, be prepared."

Ying Moyan didn't know which sentence to question him first, whether he had never entered the underworld and didn't know about ghosts at night, or whether he had achieved fame and superb skills.

In the end, he could only look at the fake psychic indifferently with the eyes of "as long as you are happy", and packed the package enthusiastically.

Luo Huang picked out two large packages of ritual artifacts, carried one with A Liang, and descended the mountain confidently.

They have a fixed itinerary every year, first going to the small town at the foot of the mountain, and then entering the city. Households within ten miles outside the city are also within the scope of this service.

Ying Moyan stays in the underworld all year round, and rarely walks around the world in person, and is used to the gloomy and empty scene of the underworld.

After going down the mountain, I arrived at the place where the living people gathered together. My ears were full of noise, my eyes were full of shadows, and they were rubbing shoulders one after another. I still couldn't react in a short time.

As deserted and lonely as the underworld, the yang world is as noisy and lively.

What's more, they were catching up with the bazaar before the Ghost Festival, and there was an endless stream of people buying ghost paper, paper figures, paper horses, and fruit offerings for the deceased relatives, which pushed the hustle and bustle to the climax.

Luo Huang didn't have the slightest discomfort like him, and A Liang and A Liang carried their packages on their backs, jostling happily through the crowds of people in the town, while commenting on those who passed by.

"That little lady over there, with her arms wrapped in a black veil, has a brisk expression. She thinks that the person who died at home was either an elderly person or a relative who was not close to her. She definitely wouldn't spend unjustified money to come to us for spiritual help."

Looking at an old woman standing in front of the incense candle stall, she said: "The face is full of sorrow, and she is still crying while buying incense candles. It should be a new funeral at home, and she has not yet come out of the grief."

Ah Liang suggested: "Do you want me to say hello to her?"

Luo Huang knocked him violently: "Are you crazy about money? Our rule is that people don't come to our door, and we don't take the initiative—we don't take the initiative to recruit spirits for them."

I was used to being open-mouthed with Ah Liang, so I almost slipped out the phrase "actively cheating" in front of Ying Moyan.

A Liang was not convinced: "Didn't you recruit the soul of Miss Xiaorong before? You even boasted to me that your cultivation base has improved a lot, and I haven't seen you promising again since then. When I went down the mountain before, I was still ten miles away. You make a lot of publicity about Zi Xu's greatness and profoundness, but in the end you still have to act wretchedly!"

Luo Huang said impatiently: "What does it mean to act wretchedly and insignificantly? It means knowing how to recognize people and distinguish things, and stealing is also a way. Some people are deceived because they have already made up their minds. What I said happened to be what they wanted to hear. Yes; there are people who can't be fooled because they're either quick enough to see through our tricks, or—"

He casually pointed to a figure of a man who brushed past him, "Or just like this man just now, with a look of lovelessness, you can't even guess what he wants in his heart. This kind of person is very It’s not easy to be deceived, even if he comes to the door, we will stay away and refuse to accept the order for the sake of the sign.”

A Liang looked at the man's figure in the direction of his finger, and asked strangely: "Is this an outsider? Why does he look tall and big, with long silver-white hair?"

Luo Huang shrugged, "Who knows, he is quite handsome, maybe he has some strange disease."

He turned his head, and said to Ying Moyan who had just shifted his gaze from the stand selling incense candles: "Let's find an inn first."

Ah Liang snorted: "I know, you don't need to emphasize to me."

When going to the market, most of the inns are full, and there is no place to eat, let alone a place to stay.

The two of them walked half the street together, and finally found an inn in a corner at the end of the market, with a crumbling signboard and a half-open door, half a layer of dust accumulated on the threshold.

As soon as they entered, there were only three or two guests sitting by the greasy tables and chairs, picking up the bowls in front of them as if they were fleeing, as if they would be sent to the guillotine the next moment they were full.In broad daylight, the windows facing the street were open brightly, and the sunlight outside couldn't come in at all. It lingered outside the window sill, like an abandoned dog.

There was no shopkeeper in the inn, only a disheveled guy came up to him with a weak expression on his face.

"Guest officer, do you want to stay at the top or stay in the hotel?" The tone was dry, not like welcoming guests, but like chasing people away.

Luo Huang glanced in, just seeing the foggy and dirty appearance of the inn, he started to retreat, and his intuition told him that there must be some special reason for the sluggish business of this inn.

Not to mention that on the eve of the Hungry Ghost Festival, even the sun can't shine in, so there's a lot going on here.

He was about to stop talking when Ah Liang suddenly let out a snort and said, "The one with the white hair is also here."

"Have you never seen a person with white hair? It's rare."

The fake Taoist turned around and was about to leave. After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong.The surrounding was empty, and Ying Moyan didn't follow.

He turned his head and saw the ghost that had been with him for a while, floating pale at the door of the inn, his eyes fixed on what they called the "white-haired one".

Ying Mo Yan Suri had an expressionless, indifferent and stern look, rarely fluctuating; now, some emotions finally appeared on that calm face.

He opened his eyes slightly, and there was a faint light flashing in his cold eyes, as if he was looking at that person full of expectations and cautiously, his eyes were fixed, not moving for a moment.

His chest was still heaving slightly, as if there were countless mental activities of struggle roaring and struggling in his mind, but seeing his appearance, he didn't even dare to take a step forward.

Luo Huang stared at him for a moment, then suddenly understood.

"This is the man." He said decisively.

Ah Liang couldn't see Ying Moyan, so naturally Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out. "This person? What this person?"

Luo Huang didn't wait for him to react, stepped directly on the threshold with one foot, and said to the waiter in the shop: "Bring some good food and wine."

Then he walked straight towards the white-haired man who was occupying a table alone and sitting in the most inconspicuous corner of the inn, and Shi Shiran sat down opposite him.

He grinned: "Brother, the inn is too crowded, can I share a table with you?"

This inn is full of empty tables and chairs. The few people who had eaten as if they were fleeing just now, after wolfing down their meals, checked out one by one and left. Now there is only this table left.He can still talk nonsense with his eyes open with confidence, if he has a slightly violent temper, he might be able to overturn the table for him on the spot.

The white-haired man heard it, but he didn't seem to hear it, he didn't answer him, just continued to pick up the food in front of him, without stopping for a while.He didn't even lift his eyelids, not bothering to expose his obvious lies.

Luo Huang looked at the things in front of him, a plate of peanuts, a plate of green vegetables, a plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes, all gone.

Looking at the clothes on this man's body, even though they are ordinary, they can't be called slovenly, they can barely be regarded as ordinary people.

This man sat there quietly, taller than him by more than half, but he only ate such a little food to satisfy his hunger.

Luo Huang loves Wu and Wu, and can't help but feel sorry for him: "It's fate to meet each other, brother, you can't eat enough to fill the gaps between your teeth, why don't you join us for some food and drink?"

Ah Liang finally followed in belatedly, sizing up the silent white-haired man, who was as transparent as Luo Huang from the beginning to the end, without saying a word.

He poked Luo Huang with his shoulder and elbow, lowered his voice, and said angrily: "What the hell are you doing, it's not that you can't lie to this kind—"

The fake Taoist immediately stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth to silence him, then turned his head to look at Ying Moyan.

The ghost had already followed him and drifted in slowly, but it only looked at the man without saying a word.

He only floated by his side, and even with a sad look on his face, he never took a step closer to the white-haired man opposite.

Luo Huang thought to herself: Well, Ganqing is still a timid master who is close to his hometown.

He sat opposite the man, and he could see the man's face very clearly; the man ate without saying a word, which made it easier for him to be unscrupulous, and looked at the man carefully from head to toe.

Not to mention, Ying Moyan's vision is really good.

This man is slender and has very handsome features.Although a pair of slightly upturned peach blossom eyes are quietly drooping at the moment, concentrating on the food in front of him, they can't hide the provocative energy that seems to come from the bones.The thin lips were tightly pursed, and if they were willing to curl them up to reveal a smile, it would be quite attractive.

Although he is wearing ordinary clothes, his whole person exudes a world-weary negative temperament from the inside out, but it still does not prevent others from admiring his pleasing face.

Luo Huang looked at it, feeling a little distracted.

It looks like he is only 25, but he has gray hair early, which is really a pity.He wondered if Ying Moyan was angry at Ying Moyan for his gray hair?

The shop waiter took the menu, stood next to him dryly, and asked dryly, "What would you like to eat?"

Luo Huang asked the white-haired man courteously: "Brother, what do you want to eat? You don't have to be polite, I'll pay the bill today!"