My heavenly teacher, my object is evil

Song Yixing knew that he must be emotionally violent, so he had done psychological construction in advance before empathizing with him, but Song Yixing also knew that the psychological defense line he built was a tofu project, but he didn't expect that before he saw the most cruel scene with his own eyes, It's broken.

Zhai Yan doesn't know how to coax people, and he didn't know what to say, so he just said, "I won't watch it next time."

Fortunately, Song Yixing understood Di Yan's intentions, rubbed his face hard and said: "Zhai Yan, give me three ten minutes to adjust my mentality, no, two ten minutes."

All he wanted to do now was to rush to Wuming and put everything he said just now into action.

It's just that Wuming is hard to find, and the magic weapon can't cause real harm to him. If he loses his wits and rushes to Wuming, he is going to give Wuming experience and warmth.

Last second, he wanted to turn Zhai Yan's evil spirit away, but now Song Yixing just wanted to pass the knife to Zhai Yan.

Gently kill Wuming?

Gentle ass!

He even felt that it would be f*cking easy for Zhai Yan to tear Wuming's soul into pieces and then tear them up again. If it was him, he would grind Wuming into fine powder and throw it into the pigsty.

Zhai Yan looked at Song Yixing anxiously, Song Yixing exhaled and said, "Ten minutes will be fine."

Zhai Yan finally agreed: "Okay."

The soldiers in the Yin Temple were accompanied by Song Yixing's national scolding.

Zhai Yan waited outside for a while, thinking that Song Yixing should be thirsty.

After thinking about it, he disappeared, and when he came back, he had an extra cup of warm milk tea in his hand.

Zhai Yan was not in a hurry to go in, he took out his phone and waited carefully for 10 minutes before stepping in.

Zhai Yan brought the milk tea up: "I paid for it."

Song Yixing's originally swollen and uncomfortable mood got better after venting out, but after hearing Zhai Yan's words, he finally temporarily suppressed it.

After taking it, Song Yixing inserted the straw and took a big gulp.

Well, better again.

After calming down, Song Yixing was about to share milk tea with Di Yan, when he suddenly saw the faint golden light on Di Yan's body, and in the golden light were small pieces of burnt talisman paper.

He paused: "Have you met a Taoist priest?"

Zhai Yan: "No."

Pulling off the things that got on Zhai Yan, Song Yixing spread his hand to show Zhai Yan. In his hand was a yellow watch paper that was not completely burned. There was a person's name written on it, but it was not Zhai Yan's. Song Yixing didn't know who it was.

Zhai Yan explained: "Ghost Festival."

Song Yixing paused for a moment, and immediately pinched his fingers to make some calculations. Sure enough, it was Hungry Ghost Festival!

Hungry Ghost Festival is the name of Taoism, and the folks call it July and a half. In the eyes of Yinwu, it is a festival of ghosts. On this day, the living will worship their ancestors and the souls of the dead. On this day, the gate of ghosts will open, and Yinwu will meet their relatives far , Take away the sacrificial objects prepared by relatives.

During the previous Hungry Ghost Festival, in order to maintain his fear of ghosts, Song Yixing would watch TV shows with Zhai Yan at home, and he didn't know how many sacrifices Zhai Yan lost.

Seeing Song Yixing's apology, Zhai Yan comforted him: "No one worships me."

Song Yixing's heart softened: "I'll burn it for you!"

Returning to the city again made Song Yixing extremely sad.

Beishan City was no smaller than Chenghai City, and no one noticed the two people who appeared out of thin air amidst the heavy traffic.

What Song Yixing thought was that it would take at least two or three hours to come down from Yanye Mountain and then to Beishan City, and when it arrived, it would be almost the time when the gate of hell opened, but Di Yan brought him directly, and the plane did not even have Di Yan. quick.

Because of Yanye Mountain, Beishan City has been permeated with barriers all year round. Fortunately, it was just evening at this moment, and the location they were in was a night market, and there were quite a lot of pedestrians on the street.

With the development of the times, the Ghost Festival is far less deterrent than before, but there are still a few vendors in the night market with yellow paper, Ming coins and incense candles.

"Go, have a look."

Song Yixing dragged Di Yan to a street vendor, there were not many customers buying, and soon it was Song Yixing's turn.

"Two stacks of yellow paper, joss stick..." Song Yixing pinched the joss stick, wrapping a layer of scented wax on his fingertips.He tilted his head and asked Zhai Yan in a low voice, "Are you used to this kind of inferior incense candles?"

Zhai Yan: "I haven't eaten it." After a pause, "I haven't eaten it."

Song Yixing frowned, and wanted to say, didn't someone enshrine you before?How come I haven't even eaten incense candles.

"One." Song Yixing said.

The vendor owner took what Song Yixing asked for, and asked, "Do you want anything else?"

Song Yixing was about to say no, when Zhai Yan stretched out his fingers and pointed at Mingbi.

Song Yixing took a look, good guy, the amount of Mingbi that Zhai Yan wants is still the largest.

I couldn't help laughing, and while the boss was packing the bag, he said to Zhai Yan, "I've been a ghost for 1000 years, don't you know it's useless? It's worth hundreds of billions, and inflation isn't allowed below?"

Zhai Yan withdrew his hand, he had never been to the underworld, the three souls and seven souls were locked in the twin swords, even if he wanted to go, the underworld would not be able to accept him.

Song Yixing also thought of this, and secretly said that he was quick-talking.

"I'll burn it for you." Song Yixing said: "I'll burn a few hundred billion for you. You can directly buy real estate, villas and manors, and then hire a few nannies to serve you. Then go buy a Porsche and Ferrari, and drive them every day!"

Zhai Yan: "Okay."

About to give something to Song Yixing's boss: "..."

The two of them are pretty good-looking, why is there something wrong with their brains?

Song Yixing grandly took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay.

At this moment, a loud noise from the crowd caught Song Yixing's attention.

"Fortune-telling, fortune-telling! 21 times."

Song Yixing cast his gaze towards the source of the sound.

Xin said that fortune-telling on the Hungry Ghost Festival is quite appropriate.

Following Song Yixing's gaze, Zhai Yan looked at him, and followed him.

The flow of people in the night market was not low. Before Song Yixing could accurately find the target from the crowd, he heard the fortune teller yell again: "The poor Taoist is from Chen Shan, who is watching the stars on Baoyang Road. You don't need money if you don't know."

Song Yixing: "..."

Zhai Yan: "..."

The boss also said curiously: "Everyone from Xingchen Mountain is here, I'm afraid it's not because they want to make a big noise on the Ghost Festival, and ghosts are having a hard time now, hey."

Song Yixing: "..."

Nonsense, there is no other Taoist like him, okay!

Song Yixing was so angry that he bought several more stacks of yellow paper, preparing to burn them to other ghosts except Zhai Yan.

After purchasing, Song Yixing dragged Zhai Yanan angrily through the crowd to find the imposter blind fortune teller. Zhai Yan was grabbed by Song Yixing with one hand and his yellow paper with the other.

It's all his, not to other ghosts!

Passing through the crowd, the two watched from a distance. There were quite a lot of people around the fortune-telling vendor.

Someone asked curiously: "How accurate is it?"

The fortune-teller said again, "Reporting your family name" again: "You can count past and present lives! Today is the Ghost Festival. If you are willing to order more books, it is not impossible for the poor to invite ghosts to meet strangers!"

Most of the people around felt that mentioning ghosts and gods during the Ghost Festival was really frightening, and many people walked away.

Song Yixing and Zhai Yan squeezed forward again.

It only costs 20 yuan for a fortune-telling, and [-] yuan is really not much. The young couple who came sat on the small bench prepared in front of the fortune-telling vendor. The girl said, "Master Xingchen, can it be considered a marriage?"

The man glanced at the girl quietly, and said: "If the poor calculation is not wrong, the person next to him is the girl's partner."

Song Yixing: "..."

day.he.mom.

Smash his signboard!

Zhai Yan couldn't hold back his lips, Song Yixing glared at him: "Laugh again! Wuming pretends to be you doing all kinds of evil, and you laugh too?!"

After finishing speaking, Song Yixing slapped himself on the mouth, and Zhai Yan grabbed his wrist, not letting him fall down, and only said: "I'll deal with him."

Song Yixing hurriedly grabbed Zhai Yan: "...it's not enough for the ghost king to take action."

After thinking for a while, Song Yixing said: "Go, let's smash the scene."

Pulling Zhai Yan, the two stood behind the young couple.

The fortune teller cast a glance at Song Yixing and Zhai Yan: "Fortune telling?"

Song Yixing: "Yeah."

The master said: "Wait for a while, Rong Pindao will give orders to the customers in the front row first."

Song Yixing: "Please."

The master gave the girl a piece of paper: "Write your birth date on it."

The girl thought for a while and said, "Is it okay to only have the date of birth? I don't know the time of birth."

The master said: "Okay, it won't affect much."

The girl wrote it whirringly, and also wrote the object and handed it to the master.The master pinched his fingers and calculated: "The year of Wuyin, the month of Jiazi, and the day of Kuichou, the day of the heavenly stems and ten gods is the official and wounded official day."

The girl listened nervously, although she couldn't understand.The boy lit a cigarette, a little impatiently.

Di Yan didn't understand either, so he asked Song Yixing, "What do you mean?"

Zhai Yan's voice was not too loud, Song Yixing saw that Zhai Yan was rarely curious, so he answered: "Rizhu numerology."

The girl also took a look at Zhai Yan, as if she didn't expect that the question she wanted to ask was preempted by a stranger.But looking at the faces of Zhai Yan and Song Yixing, he couldn't help being stunned, they are so eye-catching!

The master coughed, and after successfully gaining attention, he said, "Girl, you are Guishuiming. This Guishuiming person is stubborn and enduring. He is warm and generous, smart and clever, but narrow-minded and easy to be stingy. 2"

The girl's eyes lit up, and the master was right.

Her family background is not good, so she is usually very poor.

Zhai Yan frowned, and asked Song Yixing again: "Is that right?"

Song Yixing: "Half and half."

The master glanced at the two of them, and complained about Song Yixing's 'half and half', "I said that if you two are not lucky, then don't come around."

Song Yixing said: "Forget it, we both have to count, there is no queue."

The master said: "Then wait quietly!"

Zhai Yan looked at the master, Song Yixing pulled him, and comforted him: "It won't happen."

The master continued to push the horoscope of boys' birthdays, "Ding Chou year, Yisi month, Gui Chou day, this life is weaker, like Jinshui to help the yen, avoid wood, fire and earth to restrain it. It happens that the girl is the life of Kui Shui, You two are a perfect match!"

The girl was overjoyed when she heard that: "Will we be okay forever?"

The master said: "In general, it's not a big problem. But..."

The girl immediately became nervous: "What will happen?"

"How many fates are there in the world with a smooth wind and water?" The master said: "The marriage between the two of you is indeed possible, but it is not too smooth. There will be bumps on the road, but fate is unpredictable and unpredictable. If you make a mistake, it will be very difficult. Guarantee that this ups and downs will not affect the lives of the two of you."

The girl became even more nervous after being told by the master, and hurriedly asked, "What is the ups and downs?"

Master: "The secrets of heaven must not be revealed..."

When the girl was downcast, the master coughed and said, "See if you're willing to pay the price for seeing the secret."

The girl nodded: "You say."

Master: "You need to pay more."

"Pfft." The boy next to him laughed out loud, "He's a liar, but you still believe it. What kind of star Chen Shanren, I'm still Zhang Taoist! You women are stupid, you believe this!"

The girl tugged at the boy: "Xing Chen Shanren is very famous, don't believe it."

The master also blew his beard and stared: "If you believe it, you will have it; if you don't believe it, you will have nothing!"

The boy sneered: "I really don't believe it, unless you ask this star Chen Shanren to figure out tomorrow's lottery numbers, not only do I believe it, but I also kowtow to him!"

"Stop talking." The girl hurriedly gave the money, trying to pull the boy away.

"Thick eyebrows and round eyes, good fortune in early years, a successful career and desire to start a family." Suddenly a voice spoke.

The couple followed the sound, Song Yixing looked at the boy and continued: "The sky is full, which also shows that you really worked hard in the early years, um, it looks like an early marriage."

The girl was stunned for a while, and the boy couldn't help but also paused.

"There is a mole at the corner of the mouth, which can easily attract the opposite sex. The nose is shiny and lustful. The eyes are thin and the mouth is crooked. Song Yixing said with a smile: "Little brother, does your wife know that you are flying colorful flags outside?"

Boy: "..."

Boy: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

As he said that he was about to make a move from embarrassment, Song Yixing took a step back without haste, without stopping: "Looking closely, his brows and eyes are blue and black, according to my ingenious calculation to see the secret, how dare you punch this fist?" In my face, you will be stared at by a very powerful ghost."

Song Yixing really hit the boy's point, and he couldn't help swallowing after hearing this: "What...what the hell, I don't believe it."

Song Yixing said quietly: "A thousand-year-old pervert."

"be careful."

Zhai Yan: "..."