Zha Gong's evolutionary path

Sending away the Difuling who had troubled the inn for more than half a year safely, the store regained its former vitality.

The windows facing the street let in brand-new sunlight, all the half-covered door panels were taken down, the storefront was cleaned to a new look, and the tables, chairs and benches were wiped clean and shiny.

Luo Huang was washing up slowly in the room, when she heard the voices of people downstairs gradually becoming noisy, and from time to time someone came into the store asking for breakfast.The shop waiter was running around downstairs, full of vigor as if he was a different person, and his passionate yelling could be heard clearly across the floor.

The shopkeeper was grateful for their help, and brought breakfast and hot water to the house early in the morning, and repeatedly checked whether they had any other needs.

Luo Huang said: "Shopkeeper, don't be so polite, today is your first day of opening for business, you should be busy with business. Let's eat and use whatever we want, and we're going to wander around the town."

The shopkeeper took the initiative and said: "Where is the fairy head going in the town? The little old man can guide the way for you."

"Let's go around at random to see if there is any family that needs to exorcise evil spirits, calm down souls, cure diseases and eliminate disasters."

"Actually——" the shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, "There are a few friends from the nearby store who heard about what happened in the store and wanted to come to see the fairy. They seem to have encountered some difficult problems. I hope that the fairy... Being able to help. Of course," he said anxiously, "they all have gifts to show their thanks."

That's a good thing, the business will take the initiative to come to the door, and it will save you the trouble of running around in the streets to sell.

Luo Huang and A Liang looked at each other, and readily agreed to the request for those people to come to ask for help.

Now that she was no longer in a hurry to go out, Luo Huang packed her clothes slowly, and after breakfast, she thought about going to the next door to see what Lin Gongru did in the middle of the night last night.

Ying Moyan didn't take the initiative to talk to him, and just kept silent to his insinuating questions.

Ever since Luo Huang acted recklessly in front of A Liang, guessing that his status in the underworld was not low, his frank and relative attitude last night immediately turned into a watertight fortification everywhere.He seemed to be defending his suspicious background, and he seemed to have found the best way to communicate with Lin Gongru, and Luo Huang no longer needed to act as a bridge in it.

He even floated out of the window after the shopkeeper brought breakfast, and Luo Huang watched his figure in a cloak disappear into the air.

What kind of medicine is sold in this ghost gourd?

Mobilizing people's curiosity to the top and bottom, but refusing to reveal everything truthfully, what kind of secret is he desperately keeping?

Did he really appear in front of Lin Gongru last night?

Luo Huang knocked on the door of Lin Gongru's room, but no one answered.He pushed lightly, and the door opened with a sound. The white-haired man was sitting by the desk, holding a portrait tightly in his hand.

He looked around, this small first-class guest room was full of figures on rice paper everywhere, on the bed, on the window, on the table, on the floor, it was so full that there was no place to stay.

Look at Lin Gongru again, his face is pale, and the black circles under his eyelids are thick enough to make tea.His expression was devastated, like a decadent look haunted by evil spirits and leaking energy.

Standing at the door, Luo Huang carefully chose the shortest path leading to Lin Gongru with the fewest portraits on his feet, tiptoed, and hopped like a deer to the opposite side of his table and sat down.

"Are you okay?" He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the man, "You didn't sleep all night, and you drew so many pictures?"

He noticed that on the portrait he was holding in his hand, there was a handsome young man with delicate features.

Even though the painter's skills are not proficient, he still captures some of the boy's unassuming /spirit/charm/, and the bright smile is vivid on the paper, which makes people feel warm.It's just that the edge of the rice paper was wrinkled by the man's fingers, and the fingertips were still stained with a little black ink, as if he had been holding the portrait for a long time.

Lin Gongru's eyes followed his palms and shook, and then the man slowly focused his eyes on the Taoist priest's face, as if he had just returned to his body after being out of his body.

Instead of answering his question, he asked, "Can ghosts talk?"

Luo Huang said: "Ghosts that appear in front of people for special purposes can generally communicate with people. But they don't really 'talk' like living people, they talk directly to your heart. Those who hear their 'words' , is often the object they specifically want to communicate with; other living people who are not within the range they are trying to communicate with can hardly hear them. Even sometimes, ghosts'speaking' is largely just an imaginary produced by living people's excessive thoughts."

He said a lot of plausible clichés, giving Lin Gongru a little hope, but he didn't fully give this hope.This is purely the inertia of being a magic stick for many years, but if you can fool around, don't use an affirmative answer, so as not to be slapped in the face by the facts in the future.

He said: "Did you see a ghost last night? What does he look like?"

He fully thought that Lin Gongru would describe Ying Moyan's appearance to him, but unexpectedly, the man slowly let go of the rice paper in his hand, and pushed the portrait of the smiling young man towards him.

The voice was hoarse: "You said that you need a medium before you can carry out the soul call... But I saw him clearly last night."

Luo Huang was taken aback, he looked at the portrait of the young man, and then at the man: "Last night...you saw this man? Isn't it - isn't there no medium, so you can't recruit souls? "

Lin Gongru stared at him blankly, the man's expression was obviously not lying, he looked more confused than him.

Luo Huang coughed, corrected her posture, and quickly searched for an excuse in her mind that could be justified.

"Cough, actually, sometimes ghosts are not necessarily summoned actively, and may linger for a long time because of the long-cherished wish of the mortal world. But this kind of situation usually appears in newly dead ghosts, or ghosts who have not entered the underworld within ten years. On the ghosts brought to justice, the people you mentioned..." He lightly tapped the portraits of those people on the table with his finger, "They are not even in the same reincarnation. One of them will suddenly appear in front of you last night, just It's kind of puzzling—”

Lin Gongru suddenly said: "How do you know they are not in the same reincarnation?"

Luo Huang: "Huh?"

Lin Gongru said: "I only told you yesterday that they've passed away for a long time, but I didn't tell you where these people came from..."

He stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the Taoist priest's wrist like lightning, and firmly restrained him with his palm.

Raising his eyebrows, he said in a deep voice, "How did the Taoist master know the true origins of these people?"

From the state of being in a trance, he suddenly switched to the cold and sharp eyes, and there was not even a slight transition between the wind and the drizzle.

Luo Huang was caught off guard, and the man grabbed his wrist fiercely, trying to withdraw his hand, but it was as useless as a gnat shaking a big tree.

With a bitter face, he tried his best to look sincere: "Hey, I just made a little guess and tested you. How can I know that it's such a coincidence that I really guessed right?"

Lin Gongru didn't seem to believe it, he held him tighter, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, Taoist priest, this matter is of great importance."

Luo Huang thought, the relationship is of great importance, not only do I know that these people are in different reincarnations, I also know that they are the same person, that person - no, that ghost is called Ying Moyan, and it is said that he has a big festival with you.The person who really doesn't know their true origins is probably only you from the beginning to the end.

Lin Gongru clenched his wrist too tightly, and the Taoist priest's slender wrist gave him a light red mark, and he couldn't break free.He was really annoyed by it, and a little bit angry. This man had an overly guarded expression like a dog biting Lu Dongbin, and he almost blurted out a confession to Mo Yan.

The words almost slipped to his lips, and he swallowed them back.

After all, he is a good spiritual medium who enjoys helping others, and he doesn't want to rush to confess the other before the entangled relationship between the two is clarified, and mess up the /love/matter.

He struggled formally and gave up his plan to break free.

He changed his other hand, pointed at the portraits, and said, "You don't need to be so vigilant, Pindao, I'll tell you about the reason for Pindao's speculation. The people you want to see, their ages They are not far from each other, but their clothes, clothing, and attire are quite different. If people belong to the same dynasty, it will not be so fast to change customs for hundreds of years; this is one. Second, you, cough, although you look like a stranger You don't look close, but you have a good face, people with your temperament are usually infatuated; not to mention that it is rare for ordinary people to be attracted to so many people at the same time, at least there is a sequence. Yes. The third thing..."

He paused, and said intentionally: "Pimpedao feels that although these people have different looks and temperaments, they have an inexplicable sense of familiarity. These people seem to be the same person~~~~~"

The hand holding him tightened suddenly, with such force that it seemed to be embedded in his flesh and blood.The Taoist couldn't hold back any more, and called out in a low voice.

When he called out softly, Lin Gongru suddenly let go of his hand and clenched it into a fist.

The white-haired man looked at Luo Huang with a horrified expression, as if he had heard some extremely incredible deduction.

Luo Huang finally had a chance to calmly rub the innocent wrist that had a red mark on the man. While rubbing, he looked at his face, trying to guess from his fluctuating expression whether the stone he threw just now was a shock or not. Make huge waves.

Lin Gongru said: "Tell me, they... might be the same person?"

Luo Huang deliberately said: "How is it impossible?"

He continued to ignore his conscience, talking nonsense with his eyes open, "You don't know how many people the poor have seen, and how many ghosts they have dealt with. Human skin is easy to change, but the essence inside will not change; especially sentient beings. People, back and forth, going round and round, the one who loves to come and go is the one—doesn’t it be clear to you?”

Seeing the stunned expression on the man's face, the Taoist priest suddenly felt a sense of revenge for no reason.He moved closer to him, the two of them were close enough to smell each other, and said to him with a smile: "For example, if I get close to you like this, you won't have any strange feelings, will you?"

Lin Gongru blinked slowly, bluntly, the long and thick black eyelashes cast a layer of soft shadow, making those romantic and charming peach eyes even more lingering.He stood nose to nose with him in a daze, looking at each other, a small stream of air blew up between his breaths, carrying the heat of the man, and conveyed it to the Taoist priest's cheeks, like a little bit of grass tip that seemed to be absent, from him My heart scratched lightly.

Luo Huang opened her mouth slightly, then suddenly leaned back and withdrew her body from the table.

Lin Gongru stared at him in a daze, the Taoist priest suddenly approached and backed away suddenly, he didn't seem to realize it, he just said blankly: "Master Taoist, do you have any basis for what you said...you...can you speak for what you said? Responsible?"

Luo Huang suddenly felt an even more unreasonable anger than before. He thought to himself that the uncle went down the mountain just to swindle some small money and earn some pocket money. Why should he get involved in such other people's emotional entanglements?The other victim couldn't even be seen, so why would he waste his time and energy sitting in the room with this elm-faced man playing guessing games? !

responsible?

Why should he be responsible for the shit that Ying Moyan told him?

He suddenly lowered his face, and for the first time gave Lin Gongru a look of embarrassment, and said coldly: "Just now what the poor said is all speculation, whether you believe it or not, it's all your business."

He stood up and sneered, "It's you who said you wanted something from the poor, but you still have a lot of things to hide, and you haven't fully revealed the truth. Do you think that the poor can't see the weirdness in you? All wombs have shadows, and your body is upright and solid. Although you are a living being, the shadow behind you is as light as smoke. Ordinary people see you as normal, but people with yin and yang eyes can see you at a glance—clearly Stepping on the two worlds of yin and yang is neither dead nor alive!"

"You question Pindao's ulterior motives, why don't you ask yourself, how suspicious are you? As a cultivator, why should Pindao take a good time to cultivate to solve your problem?"

The unknown fire burned more and more intensely, and the Taoist was so angry that he wanted to walk away, throwing away this mess and not wanting to take care of it anymore! !

Unexpectedly, before he took two steps, the sleeve of the Taoist robe was gently pulled.

Lin Gongru stood up, crossed the table and grabbed his cuff.The man looked sympathetic, with a very faint wry smile on his lips.

"It's Lin who made a slip of the tongue. Lin Gongru has been in the world for a long time. He has experienced deceit, deceit, and life and death. He has long forgotten how to treat people with the original intention. If the Taoist priest does not dislike it, please... listen to Lin Gongru's ins and outs of the matter, and the fellow Taoist priests explain one by one. At that time, whether the Taoist priest is willing to support each other or leave, but according to the wish of the Taoist priest, Lin will not dare to make things difficult."

He spoke with sincerity at last, and there was a rare expression of weakness between his brows and eyes. The indifference and alienation when he first met him, and the icy coldness of rejecting people thousands of miles away has faded away.

Luo Huang was angry, and planned to show him his face for a few more days, but he didn't want to agree to listen to him tell about the past so quickly.

However, as soon as his gaze shifted slightly, he saw the bandages tied up randomly on the back of the man's right hand, and the ink stains mixed with the dried blood stains.

His heart suddenly softened, and he froze on the spot for a moment, and finally sat down on the opposite side of the table obediently.

Lin Gongru was still holding his sleeve lightly, looking at him with his eyes, but the expression in his eyes gradually became vague.

With a gentle tone, he broke up the past and told this Taoist priest with yin and yang eyes bit by bit, from the flirtatious and flirtatious playboy life, to the hasty deal made in the Temple of Yama, to the future.The scabbed skin was torn off, revealing the hideous appearance underneath, the wound that never really healed, the tendons were separated, the bones were broken, and the eyes were dripping with blood.