My heavenly teacher, my object is evil

Probably because he felt that it was worthless compared with a yin thing, the patriarch said with a 'hum' again: "It is useless to say so much and boast so much. There are so many people who are miserable in the world, and the fate of fortune has long been doomed." Well, people from the Taoist sect are not everyone shouting and killing him, and there are also people who pity his fate and want to save him, but he still exists to this day, do you know why?"

Song Yixing said: "The resentment is so deep that it's hard to get rid of it."

The patriarch was noncommittal, but said: "It's difficult and dangerous, I have already revealed the secret to you, since you want to go your own way, I can't ask the mundane world again and again."

Song Yixing kowtowed: "Junior and Zhai Xie thank you for your understanding."

The patriarch said angrily: "I have no choice but to be considerate!" After all, he is his favorite junior, the patriarch paused for a moment but was still not willing to hit Song Yixing directly, and only tactfully said: "If after three months, you can kill him If you lose three points, I will consider understanding again!"

Before Song Yixing could say anything, the white mist dispersed.

Song Yixing maintained his kneeling position until he woke up.

When I touched the side of the bed, it was empty.

Song Yixing sat up and yelled Zhai Yan a few times.

Not knowing what to do, Song Yixing got dressed and went out to find ghosts.Just as Zhai Yan came in from the door, he was holding soybean milk and fried dough sticks.

Zhai Yan didn't know that Song Yixing could fill his stomach by drinking wind and dew. In the past two days, he was afraid that Song Yixing would run away, so he didn't dare to take a step away, so he only found some wild fruits for Song Yixing.

But it's different now, Zhai Yan has Song Yixing's marriage certificate in his hand.

So Zhai Yan guessed that Song Yixing was about to wake up, and went to make him breakfast.

Song Yixing took them one by one, hesitant to speak but stopped and wanted to speak.

Zhai Yan said: "Speak up if you have something to say."

Song Yixing: "Then I won't be polite."

Zhai Yan looked at him.

Song Yixing said: "Did you pay?"

Zhai Yan: "..."

Seeing that Zhai Yan turned his head and knew the answer, Song Yixing was surprised: "Did I spend so much money from you in the past three years? I can't even afford soy milk and fried dough sticks?"

In fact, Zhai Yan has lost all concept of money, what the ghost king of Yanye Mountain wants is not to steal, who would dare not give it?Even if there is someone who refuses to give, who can stop it?

When pretending to be an adult, he kept making money, mainly because he didn't want to make Song Yixing suffer. After all, he always thought that there was Fahai around Song Yixing who cheated money and sold talismans.

Song Yixing took out his mobile phone, transferred 200 yuan to Zhai Yan, and said, "Go and make up for it."

Zhai Yan was not very happy.

Song Yixing said: "Then I won't eat."

Zhai Yan had no choice but to make up for it after eating it.

"Don't lie to me." Song Yixing started to eat, and said halfway through, "Why haven't you received the payment?"

Although Zhai Yan has no idea about money, he also knows that 200 yuan for soy milk and fried dough sticks is a bit too expensive, so he insisted: "Three and five yuan is enough."

"A reward of 200 yuan for you." Song Yixing lured/lured: "Can you still go to work now? If you don't earn rewards from me, where did you get the money to support me?"

Zhai Yan was a little speechless, "Little Xing."

"what?"

"I am a thousand years old, not three years old."

Song Yixing laughed: "You also know that you are a thousand years old. If you are a thousand years old and you snatch soy milk and fried dough sticks from others, don't you even have three dollars and five dollars with you?"

Zhai Yan: "..."

He really didn't have it, he only had three yuan and forty-eight cents.

Two cents to go.

"Really?" Song Yixing didn't laugh at him anymore. To be reasonable, Zhai Yan's monthly salary was 6000, sometimes there was a subsidy, and there was a bonus at the end of the year. No matter what, he had to have [-] a year.Now three yuan and five can't be taken out, who is to blame?Blame him Song Yixing.

No, blame Lu Qian.

A stick of incense sold him 6000.

"It's okay, I have it." Song Yixing comforted, "I've saved my money."

Zhai Yan thought for a while and asked, "How much?"

"Hmm..." Song Yixing said, "It's only around four million."

Zhai Yan: "..."

There is one less thing in this world that can make the Ghost King of Yanye Mountain happy.

Zhai hated to accept Song Yixing's money, and a different emotion arose in his heart. He suddenly found that he was very happy to accept Song Yixing's money.

Song Yixing said: "Go quickly, I have something to discuss with you when I get back."

When Zhai Yan went to make up the money, Song Yixing held the fried dough stick in a daze.

He didn't dare not to do what the patriarch asked, besides, he originally wanted to save Zhai Yan, but the patriarch set a goal for him.

In three months, three points of evil spirit of Zhai Yan were eliminated, so Song Yixing needed to know how much evil spirit Di Yan had accumulated.The hatred and resentment of Yin things in life are Sha after death, and the sins of Yin things in life are Yin after death.

Wuming's yin energy can transform blood, and Zhai Yan's evil energy can touch the entity.

The accumulation of yin matter will breed ghosts and monsters, because the yin qi has gathered to a certain extent.And Zhai Yan's ability to turn a ghost into a ghost shows how fierce the evil spirit is, how strong the hatred and resentment are.

Song Yixing had to measure Zhai Yan's hatred and resentment if he wanted to get rid of evil spirits. How to measure hatred and resentment, he could only see Zhai Yan's life memories with his own eyes.

To be honest, Song Yixing didn't dare.

What's more, he was afraid that Zhai Yan would recall those experiences.

Not long after, Zhai Yan came back.

"Yes." Zhai Yan said.Without saying a word, he went forward to scan the QR code, and didn't want anything. Earlier, the shop owner thought he had a brain problem.

Finding Song Yixing in a daze, Zhai Yan waved his hand in front of his eyes: "Little Xing."

Song Yixing stared at Di Yan for a long time, and then asked nervously: "Zhai Yan, are you willing to let me sympathize?"

"How do you say it?" Zhai Yan obviously didn't understand these titles.

"That's it..." While speaking, Song Yixing hesitantly reached out and tapped Zhai Yan's forehead with his index finger.At this moment, Song Yixing saw the vast star field.But Song Yixing quickly withdrew his hand, and asked Zhai Yan: "Is it okay?"

Zhai Yan paused for a moment, neither agreed nor refused, with a struggling look on his face.

It's not that he doesn't want Song Yixing to have a glimpse of his memories during his lifetime, it's just that kind of memory...

"It doesn't matter if you don't show it." Song Yixing knew that he couldn't be in a hurry. If it were him, he wouldn't want Zhai Yan to see what happened to him, because the matter was settled, and seeing it with his own eyes would only increase his grief.

Zhai Yan hesitated for a while, then said, "Ten minutes."

"Ok?"

"Only watch for 10 minutes."

Song Yixing: "Good!"

Zhai Yan took out his mobile phone to record the time, Song Yixing put his fingertips on Zhai Yan's forehead again, and the cold skin on his forehead gently swayed away like water ripples.The surrounding scenery was slowly being replaced by the vast star field, and it didn't take long for the ghosts and creatures to turn the world upside down.

Song Yixing withdrew his hands, and saw that Di Yan in front of him had regressed to his eleven or twelve-year-old appearance, wearing a gown, with a bun on his head, galloping his horse.

In the twilight, he rode his horse from the wilderness back to the border town.

Song Yixing was standing in the middle of the road, Xiao Zhai Yan and Ma Ju passed through his body, bumping into Song Yixing's figure and gathering, Song Yixing turned around and looked at him.

I saw Xiao Zhai yelled loudly, and after calling to stop the pony, before he even had time to tie the horse, he quickly ran towards a house with two slopes on the top of the mountain, pushed the door and entered, and hurriedly called: "Mother, Father!"

Song Yixing glanced at the colt that Zhai Yan loved Youjia in the classics. He was not familiar with horses, but he felt that it was a good horse from the shape and color of the colt.

The horse that was thrown out of the door by Xiao Zhai Yan neighed, and its hooves stomped back and forth on the ground, looking extremely uncomfortable.

The horse's hoof hit the bluestone slab, and the sound it made was strange.

Can you not feel bad?Song Yixing looked at the man on the horse with indifferent eyes, no name.

Animals can communicate with psychics. At this time, Wuming has already cultivated the way of ghosts, half human and half ghost.

After a while, Xiao Zhai Yan came out of the house with his parents, telling him that he picked up a dying person outside.

His father and mother hurried forward when they saw someone, and brought the unconscious Wuming into the room.

Xiao Zhai was tired of following suit, and even offered his hand: "I don't even agree to call him."

Song Yixing also followed into the room, watching Xiao Zhaiyan's parents put Wuming on the bed, Xiao Zhaiyan's father felt Wuming's pulse with a puzzled expression.

After a while, the father said: "Yaoer, go and get half of our ginseng."

Xiao Zhaiyan did it immediately.

Song Yixing was going to follow Xiao Zhai Yan, but he heard the conversation in the house.

Mother said: "Is there any help?"

"I don't know." The father said, "I've never heard of such a pulse."

Mother said: "If you can't save your life, then the ginseng will be wasted."

"Teach the benevolence of the youngest doctor from an early age." The father said: "You can't just ignore death, try it."

Song Yixing was stunned for a moment, and then cursed: "Wu Ming, fuck me/your ancestor!"

The records in the classics are not detailed, there are only a few strokes, everyone thought that Zhai Yan's family was in the nameless photo by chance, but they didn't expect it to be a revenge!What Song Yixing didn't expect was that Zhai Yan knew medicine.

'Why did you choose to be a doctor? '

'Only this. '

Zhai Yan answered like this at the time.

Song Yixing's heart was in a panic, and he pinched his fingers together quickly, and the scene passed quickly, jumping to the night when Wuming woke up after being seriously injured.Xiao Zhai put the scalding medicine on the table, and was about to take Wuming's pulse routinely, when he saw the person who had been sleeping woke up, he asked, "Are you awake?"

"You saved me?" Wuming looked at Xiao Zhai Yan.

Xiao Zhai said truthfully, "I just brought you back. It was my father who saved you. My father is a doctor."

Wuming didn't say anything, his eyes swept Xiao Zhaiyan up and down.

"The decoction is on the table, drink it while it's hot, it won't be effective when it's cold." Xiao Zhai thought for a while and said, "Are you feeling better?"

Nameless looked at him and didn't speak.

Xiao Zhai Yan didn't know how to deal with this situation, so he turned around to look for his parents.Wuming kept staring at Xiao Zhai Yan, thinking about something in his eyes, got up after a while and followed.

"Father and mother." Xiao Zhai knocked on his parents' door with disgust, "The man is awake."

Squeak——

Just as the door opened a gap, before the people in the house came out, and the people outside the house hadn't entered yet, Wuming took a step ahead, picked up Xiao Zhai Yan and stepped into the house.

"Ahhhh!"

In just two breaths, the scream came out.

Song Yixing was startled and hurried in.

But the wrist was grabbed by an invisible big hand. At this moment, all the scenes faded rapidly until they became the original.

Zhai Yan looked at him: "Ten minutes are up."

In fact, it hasn't arrived yet, but Zhai Yan doesn't want Song Yixing to continue watching.

Song Yixing gasped for breath, and before he knew it, there was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Zhai Yan." Song Yixing hugged Di Yan: "Kill him! I'm going to kill him!"

The voice choked.

"I have already killed him." Zhai Yan comforted.

"I want to crush him to ashes! I want his soul to fly away!" Song Yixing was trembling with anger: "I want him to never be reborn!"