Zha Gong's evolutionary path

The accident happened suddenly, Luo Huang only felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and scarlet liquid dripped down his Taoist robe.

He was stunned for a moment, covering his shoulder with one hand, while turning his head to look at the woman.

In the dark room, she couldn't see her whole face, only a pair of eyes like will-o'-the-wisps stared behind him, and she laughed strangely: "No one can take away...my——"

There was another sharp pain in the shoulder, and the woman suddenly pulled out the scissors, raised them high, and pierced towards his back.

Luo Huang understood the whole incident like lightning in his heart, that child was actually an earth-bound spirit...

There was a murmur from inside the house.

Luo Huang covered her shoulders with her hands, feeling dazed in pain, for a moment she couldn't tell whether the sound came from Ying Moyan or the white-haired man.

At the same time, a mahogany sword flew towards the woman behind him; the ghost screamed and raised his voice to press forward, but it seemed to be firmly held in place by something, roaring and screaming furiously, half a minute away. Can't get close to the edge of the bed.

He only felt that the embroidery scissors in the woman's hand behind him fell limply, and she fell backwards. He himself was pulled by his wrist, fell off the bed, and staggered to the side.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the cloak on Ying Moyan's body without any wind, and there was a faint blue light on his slender fingertips, only pointing lightly at the furious ghost, and the violent ghost that was on the verge of losing control struggled in vain Screaming, a large black shadow enveloped the entire darkened house, unable to cause any harm.

These two people... No, one person and one ghost, they cooperate with each other tacitly and smoothly, and they must have slept.

The Taoist thought sincerely.

He was leaning against the wall askew, the shoulder pierced by the scissors was still bleeding, and he could still give full play to the spirit of gossip.

He raised his voice to the white-haired man with a cold face: "Under her bed... look under her bed, is there any urn where the baby is buried?"

The white-haired man was sensible, and before he could repeat, he split open the crumbling wooden bed with his palm.

The woman fell to the ground together with the quilt on the bed, and the wooden pieces of the bed were scattered and shattered, revealing a pale porcelain jar the size of a skull.

The woman screamed and threw herself towards the jar.

The man has quick eyesight and quick hands, and he snatched her before she reached the edge of the porcelain jar, and hugged her into his arms.

However, he only handled it for a moment, holding the urn and not knowing what to do, he immediately stuffed it into Luo Huang's hands.

The Taoist rolled his eyes and told you to look under the bed instead of tearing down the house.

He opened his mouth to bite his fingertips, and then thought, why not use ready-made blood.He just kept on doing nothing, covered his left shoulder blade with his palm, his hand was sticky and red, and quickly recited the formula.

After chanting a tactic, the palms were formed into seals, and the bloody palm prints were slapped on the porcelain jar containing the ashes.

The ghost fetus that was still dancing and roaring in the room just now, was affected by the blood energy seal, and suddenly trembled; its figure kept shrinking, shrinking, and finally reached the size of the slap at the first sight.The blurred face gradually faded away, revealing a face that was not fully formed, but could vaguely see the contours of human facial features.

The black air on the small face dissipated, and the squinted eyes flicked slightly, perplexed and gentle, looking at the face of the screaming woman.

It only took one look, and instantly turned into a puff of green smoke, and threw it into the jar that Luo Huang was holding tightly in his arms.

The ghost shadows dissipated, and a little light gradually penetrated into the originally pitch-black room; the sunlight outside the window crept in along the cracks of the window, and coated the edge of the table covered with candle grease. of broken gold.

The white-haired man walked to the window and pushed open the closed windows.The afternoon sun immediately poured down like a nine-day waterfall, swarming in, and the dazzling and gorgeous light instantly filled the dusty wing.

The woman with a delicate face but red and swollen eyes, huddled in a sunny corner, had nowhere to hide, buried her head, and cried bitterly.

She once wanted to snatch the urn back from the Taoist priest, but every time she was defeated by the bright golden sunlight, her fingers stretched out and then curled back in convulsions. In the end, she could only hug herself helplessly and cry loudly.

Ah Liang supported the shopkeeper, and the two of them squeezed in together through the door where the shadows had cleared.The shopkeeper caught sight of his daughter, and rushed forward anxiously: "Juan'er, my dear Juan'er..."

He still didn't know what happened, he hugged his crying daughter into his arms, only saw a room of sunlight, and the ghost energy dissipated.I saw the white-haired man standing by the bed, with seven or eight fingerprints on the back of his hand, the flesh and blood turned out, and the bones of the fingers were faintly visible; the Taoist priest leaning against the wall was in messy clothes, his hair was scattered in a bun, and his head was covered with black hair. Afterwards, as if he had just escaped from the carriage, blood was oozing from his left shoulder blade, and his right hand was holding a pale jar in a state of embarrassment.

The shopkeeper didn't know whether to ask his daughter how he was, or to care about the injuries of the two of them first. He muttered for a long time, and burst into tears: "Thank you, Immortal Elder, and thank you benefactor, for driving away this evil spirit..."

He hugged his daughter again, and gently shook her shoulder: "Juan'er, don't be afraid, it's okay, the ghost has been subdued, we can go out of the room."

His daughter's eyes were blank, staring straight ahead, she didn't hear what her father said at all.

Luo Huang sighed, crouched down with the jar in her arms, looked at the shopkeeper's gaze, and hesitated to speak.

"Shopkeeper, didn't you notice... was your daughter's body abnormal before?"

The shopkeeper looked at him in bewilderment.

"This ghost is not an evil spirit that came from other places, but came from the young lady herself. If she hadn't secretly hidden the remains of the fallen fetus in this porcelain jar, and didn't give it a good life to bury it, the child would not be too late I can't escape, and become an earth-bound spirit who can only mourn and make trouble in this inn."

The shopkeeper was shocked: "What fallen fetus??"

"..." Seeing the embarrassed Taoist hesitate for a while, he gently lifted the lid of the porcelain pot in his arms.

The shopkeeper followed his gaze and looked in. A very small, even tiny finger bone fell into a puddle of fine gray powder. If it hadn't been specially explained, it would be impossible to tell what the pitiful puddle was made of. .

He was confused for a while, and then slowly revealed an expression of awakening, a look of depression on his face that had been hit by the accident for half a year.

"You and the young master of the Liu family, unexpectedly... unexpectedly..." He suddenly hugged the woman with a relaxed expression, his lips trembling, and after a long while, he managed to utter a few words, "Why are you so stupid..."

Luo Huang said softly: "Ling'ai is trapped in a demon, and has not seen the light of day for a long time. After you take her out, don't let her contact people or things that will bring up sad past in a short period of time. I hope that as time goes by, I will be hurt." can heal itself."

He closed the lid of the porcelain pot again, and said: "This child has a hard life. He has been imprisoned here for a long time, and he was forced to become an evil spirit. I must send it on the road as soon as possible—"

The shopkeeper whispered: "Can the Taoist priest return the ashes of this child to the little old man?" Holding his daughter in a trance, he suddenly aged more than ten years, "The son surnamed Liu is going to marry a little girl." As wives, the two hit it off, and even the date of the next appointment has been discussed. Who would have known that life would change, and the Liu family would become a powerful family... Even if the little girl was cruel for a while, she would degenerate the child without telling her family; The child will definitely be reluctant to give up—"

The two love each other, after all, can't match the state of the world and the hearts of the people.

It is said that the original intention is easy to get, but it is always hard to find.

Luo Huang said: "After sending the child's soul on the road, the ashes will naturally be returned so that your family can properly bury it."

He wanted to comfort the old man who had been kept in the dark for more than half a year, but he didn't know where to start after thinking about it for a long time.

There are thousands of paths in this world, and everyone has their own destiny. Some are pre-determined, and some are destined.Even empty consolation words can play a drop in the bucket effect.

In the end, he could only touch his nose and look at Ying Moyan, who was silent at the side.

The man in the cloak showed no emotion on his face, his eyes were always calm and indifferent as he glanced at the father and daughter, as if he had long been accustomed to seeing things in the world.

Only when his eyes touched the silent white-haired man next to him, he would flinch slightly as if his fingertips were scalded by fireworks, and there were thousands of indistinct emotions hidden in his eyes.

The white-haired man folded his arms and stood by the window, watching Luo Huang talking to you and the shopkeeper one by one.

He didn't interrupt, but he didn't intend to leave either. He just looked at the urn in Luo Huang's hand and pondered.

The Taoist thought that he was a warm-hearted man who came up to show his extraordinary skills and heroic spirit; he also thought that he would take care of himself and take off his clothes to hide his achievements and fame.Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, the man was still standing there with deep pupils, staring at this side for a long time without moving.

Ah Liang, who finally understood the ins and outs of the matter, took the porcelain jar from Luo Huang's hand, and walked downstairs with ease, to get the magic weapon that would come in handy in this situation.

Luo Huang patted the shopkeeper and straightened up with effort.

His shoulder still hurts, blood is still oozing slowly, and he urgently needs to find a doctor to bandage him; the sunlight outside the window also makes his eyes ache after adapting to the dark indoor environment.

But the white-haired man's expression made him very concerned, especially when he saw the bone-covered wound on the back of his right palm that was turned out to protect him, he felt more and more that even if he didn't have Ying Moyan I can't pretend to turn a blind eye to him.

He walked in front of the man, the bright sunlight outside the window hit the man's silvery white hair, making him dizzy even more.He said: "I'm a Taoist priest, exorcising ghosts and calming souls, no matter what, it's my business. You are a mere mortal. Why do you want to intervene in this invisible matter?"

The man looked at him and said slowly: "You are different from those ordinary Taoists. You can really see ghosts. You have yin and yang eyes."

Luo Huang was inexplicable: "Right? Didn't you see it just now?"

"I've heard it mentioned by many old people, and I also know the rumors in the folk tales that people with yin and yang eyes are the most powerful medium to communicate between life and death. You were downstairs just now, and you also claimed your identity..."

The man's already hoarse voice became deeper and slower, and for the first time there was a painful look of struggling and hesitating in his originally indifferent eyes.He unconsciously lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that he would startle the talented Taoist priest in front of him if he exhaled too loudly.

He whispered: "Do you have a way to summon the soul that has passed away for a long time?"

Luo Huang suddenly realized.

He quickly glanced at Ying Moyan who was standing beside him as if enlightened, and said in his heart, here we come.

Sure enough, Lang is affectionate, so what's the intention?It's easy.

He opened his mouth and said, "That's very easy, the person you want to meet is right in front of your eyes."

But Ying Mo Yan said quietly: "The person he wants to see is me. But it's not me either."

He clenched his fists tightly. Under the bright light of the room, his complexion was so pale that it was almost transparent. Luo Huang looked at him in astonishment, only to feel that his majestic black cloak was draped around him, and he suddenly felt unable to hold on. The skinny and lonely.

So what kind of charade is this? What does it mean that he wants to see you and not you?

Is there another you?

Ying Moyan said softly: "You promise him. No matter who he wants to see, you will find a way to bring him."

Luo Huang blurted out: "You put it simply, summoning souls is not about eating and drinking, just open your mouth—"

The white-haired man suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, the beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of sorrow, and the faint blue light in the depths of the eyes was like a flickering candle, shaking and about to go out.

As soon as the Taoist's eyes touched his inexplicably sad expression, his heart trembled suddenly, as if a piece of his heart had been slashed at the tip of his heart.

strange?

He is suffering so much, and I am just an outsider to me. Why should I feel sad because of his pain?

He rubbed his shoulders, wondering in a daze, could it be that after spending more than half a month together day and night, I was influenced by that guy Ying Moyan, and the pain I wished for also infected me?

——Sure enough, living beings cannot stay with dead souls for a long time, and problems will arise if they stay together for a long time.

He thought wildly in his mind for a while, sandwiched between the white-haired man and Ying Moyan, he felt that the muddy water was getting more and more muddy, and in the end, if he was not careful, even himself would be involved.

"Let me try..." He fought between man and nature for a long time, and finally he couldn't bear to see the man's sad face, and couldn't bear to violate Mo Yan's hard-to-express affection.He said uncertainly, "I will try my best, but whether I can succeed or not depends on God's will."

The author has something to say:

I originally thought about the first anniversary of the opening of the pit, and double-shifted to celebrate

It turns out that it is not easy to keep the daily update, uh... mourning.