My heavenly teacher, my object is evil

Song Yixing was so angry that his blood pressure soared, and he stayed in the hospital for two days.

Lu Qian and Yu Ziming were afraid that he would go to Zhai Yan anyway, so they took turns guarding him to prevent him from getting angry.

Song Yixing had already calmed down after lying on the hospital bed for two days.

Zhai Yan went to find Wuming, and he knew that there must be a fierce battle. If he went to Zhai Yan with his increased venous pressure and ruptured blood vessels that are now very fragile, it would be a hindrance.

And he didn't know where to find Zhai Yan.

The nurse gave Song Yixing a bottle infusion as usual, and Lu Qian sat on the sofa in the single ward, resting with his eyes closed.

The door of the ward creaked, and a crack was pushed inward from the outside.

Song Yixing looked up, and his blood pressure was about to rise again.

Su Xue brought lunch, but he didn't dare to look at Song Yixing's expression, he flinched and said, "Yu... Daoist Yu went to the airport to pick up someone, so lunch... I will..."

Hearing the voice, Lu Qian opened his eyelids and explained to Song Yixing, "Your three uncles are here."

Because Su Xue was still here, Song Yixing didn't express anything when he heard it. After Su Xue put down his meal and slipped away, Song Yixing asked hastily: "Did the little uncle find something? Is there any record in the classics?"

Lu Qian shook his head: "Your little uncle has searched through the classics stored in Baoyang Taoist temple for the past few days, but he didn't find any records. Your big uncle and second uncle also went to Qingyang Taoist temple these two days There is no record of the Dao Temple and the True Self. The three of them came today to see you, and to go to the Jingming Taoist Temple to look for it."

Song Yixing lowered his eyes.

Lu Qian fiddled with lunch, and said 'tsk': "Su Xue, kid..."

Beishan City eats spicy food, and the meals Su Xue buys for patients are all spicy.

Song Yixing said: "I'm not so delicate, my blood pressure is a bit high, and it's not a cerebral hemorrhage, it just happens that my mouth tastes bad."

Lu Qian handed the lunch box to Song Yixing, and Song Yixing saw that he hesitated to speak, so he said, "Master, if you have something to say, just say it. Anyway, my blood pressure won't drop for a while. Let it rush to the top, and I'll kick my fucking foot right in time to find Zhai Yan."

"..." Lu Qian thought about it for a while: "I'm planning to take Su Xue as a disciple, so I'm asking for your opinion! If you feel uncomfortable, I can ask your three uncles to take him in. The main thing is Su Zhenren has also left, he is Su Zhenren's queen after all, I really can't bear to see him such a waste of Taoism."

Song Yixing actually thought of what Lu Qian was going to say. Although Lu Qian is stingy, he is still emotional.If what Su Xue said is true, Su Zhenren's two dreamings were all about Song Yixing's affairs, which would make Su Zhenren have no peace after death.

There was nothing wrong with Lu Qian's actions, and Song Yixing didn't have any objections to Su Xue, but saw that Su Xue's blood pressure was out of control.

"I have no objection." But after Song Yixing thought about it, it was Su Xue who pretended to set up a stall and told Lu Qian about it, and also mentioned that Su Xue went to the Buddha's house to get a sign from the Guanyin Spirit.

Lu Qian was furious immediately: "If his surname is not Su, I will order him to be killed! Shame on the Daoist sect!"

Song Yixing: "If your surname is Su, you can beat him up. I'm afraid Su Zhenren was preoccupied with how to revitalize the way of cleanliness, but he neglected to discipline Su Xue. The beatings are either kissing or loving, and Su Zhenren will not blame you."

Lu Qian: "Why do I feel like you're secretly prodding and embellishing?"

Song Yixing: "Really, you discovered it."

Lu Qian continued to have trouble with Song Yixing, thinking that if Song Yixing could talk with his mouth, there would be no problems in his heart.

Song Yixing thought the same way, his mind was full of endless thoughts, pressing on his cerebral blood vessels, if he didn't take his attention away, he might really have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Whether he had a relationship with Lu Qian or not, thoughts kept popping up in his head, Song Yixing finally couldn't hold back, and said, "Master, where do you think Wuming is hiding?"

Lu Qian said, "How do I know?"

Song Yixing pursed his lips, he heard the words before Wuming's figure disappeared, Wuming said:

'Guess right, but, do you dare to come to me? '

Sarcastic and complacent tone.

Song Yixing was thinking, if Wuming's words were true, then where was it hidden, and Zhai Yan didn't dare to look for it.

dare not...

He bit the word.

A place Zhai hates not to go to.

There is no place in the sky or on the earth that Zhai Gan dare not go to.

Song Yixing touched his neck, he didn't touch this place often, since he was a child, he didn't touch the red mole as much as Zhai Yan did, but this time it felt different from before, knowing that it was left by Zhai Yan After the imprint, the state of mind has changed.

No wonder Zhai Yan knew that he was not in good health, but now he vomited blood and was hospitalized, did Zhai Yan know?

Haven't come to see him yet, is it because he was caught by Wuming, or he didn't find Wuming at all.

boom--

The door to the ward was pushed open.

Yu Ziming brought three uncles to the ward.

Song Yixing suppressed his thoughts reluctantly and called out: "Three uncles."

The master uncle hurried over: "Poor little Xingxing!"

The junior uncle squeezed away the second uncle and then the master uncle, and went to Song Yixing's hospital bed first, turned aside Song Yixing's head, and looked straight at Song Yixing's red mole.

Lu Qian said 'eh': "You fucking be careful, don't break my apprentice's neck!"

The master uncle slapped the junior master uncle hard on the back: "Didn't you see that little Xingxing was still sick, don't you know how to be gentle!"

Yu Ziming and the second uncle looked at Song Yixing worriedly, they seemed to have heard a 'click'.

Song Yixing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he raised his neck and said, "Did you see anything?"

The little uncle didn't answer, took out a classic from his arms, flipped through it quickly, and then stopped on a certain page, his eyes alternated between the red mole and the page: "It's strange, it's really strange!"

Song Yixing: "It's strange."

He said that he wanted to look at the ancient books in the hands of the little martial uncle, but the little martial uncle grabbed his chin to prevent Song Yixing from tilting his head.

After a while, the little uncle handed the classics to Song Yixing: "Look, this is the record of the ghost king's mark on Yanye Mountain."

Song Yixing ignored the discomfort in his neck and hurried to read the classics.

There are several patterns on the classics, recording Zhai Yan's imprint.

There are sword marks, which are left by Zhai Yan when he fancy a prey, commonly known as ghost marks.

There are twin swords hanging high, which are left by Zhai Yan when he wanted to kill but didn't want to enjoy the flesh and blood.

These two imprints are no longer a secret, even the interns who have just entered the supernatural operations department know it.

"Look at this again." The little uncle took out another book, but this book is more dilapidated than the old classics, and the pages are full of wear and tear left by reading.

It is a Taoist book that records imprints. Song Yixing has also read it. It records many Taoist methods about imprints.

The little uncle flipped through a few pages, and then drew a key circle with his hand at the bottom of the page: "Look at this imprint, do you feel familiar?"

Everyone came over curiously, Song Yixing looked down, his brows were furrowed instantly.

What the little master uncle drew in the circle is a pattern, which is a cinnabar red dot.There is a simple note under the pattern, which mentions that this pattern is called 'point cinnabar seal'. Clicking this seal can make people remember the obsession in this life, and future generations will not forget it even if they drink Mengpo soup until the obsession is fulfilled,' Click the cinnabar seal' to disappear.

The little uncle asked Song Yixing: "What do you remember?"

Song Yixing was silent, and it took a long time before he said: "It shouldn't be this, I don't remember anything."

This 'dot cinnabar seal' pattern is too ordinary, like a small dot left by a cinnabar wolf hair, it is far-fetched to associate the red mole on the neck with the 'dot cinnabar seal', not to mention that Song Yixing doesn't remember anything , and this is Taoist material.

The little uncle disagreed: "I checked all the imprints, and only the 'dot cinnabar seal' fits. Only the 'dot cinnabar seal' can keep the imprint left by Zhai Yan to this day, otherwise it would have been washed by the six reincarnations long ago. I It tends to have a "point of cinnabar mark" first and then a mark of Zhai Yan. The two are combined, so the one on your neck is not as bright as the one on the pattern. Of course, this is all conjecture. Your second uncle and I have seen the auspicious time , Three days later, Maoshi can push the fate, and when the auspicious time is used to calculate the previous life, you will know whether your mole is "spotted with cinnabar."

It depends on the past life to discover the secrets of the sky, even if it is an auspicious time, there will be punishment.

Although Song Yixing was curious, he still shook his head. He didn't want the uncles to break the rules.

He said, "To be honest, I know my past life."

When he divination for Zhai Yan, Zhai Yan asked about his past life.

Six lines, the first five lines are all three yin lines, and the last line is yang line.

It's not that Song Yixing doesn't know how to decipher hexagrams, the hexagrams obtained by the six lines are: loneliness and loneliness, lack of wealth and lack of life.No fixed place to live, wandering around like rain hitting flats.

It didn't mention anything about imprints, but since the hexagrams are manifested, it is impossible to say half and hide half, and divination is either not to say or to say all.

The little uncle said: "Even if you add the third-inspection judgment, your previous life can be pushed back 100 years at most. Where is Zhai Yan in 100 years? At least start from 500 years ago and go forward to 1000 years. If the imprint is What was left 1000 years ago may be able to find some unknown clues."

Uncle Master said: "Little Xing Xing doesn't have to worry about us, we have many people, and the law doesn't blame everyone. Even if the fate wants to punish, it's no big deal for us to share the share."

The second uncle nodded.

"It makes sense." Lu Qian said, "Remember to pay the money."

Song Yixing: "..."

Yu Ziming wanted to join, but Lu Qian dismissed it and said, "What are you doing, first draw the talisman clearly."

For the next three days, Song Yixing was still lying on the hospital bed, which was Lu Qian's request.Anyway, Song Yixing has no place to go, so he might as well stay in the hospital.

In the past three days, there was no news from Zhai Yan, and all the WeChat messages Song Yixing sent to him were lost.

Lu Qian was afraid that Zhai Yan would make a big fuss, so he had to disclose the existence of Wuming to the senior management of the operation department, so that the operation department could focus on it and try to avoid casualties.

Operations all over the country were highly tense, especially Beishan Operations. Song Yixing looked at Deng Qi who came to visit and felt that he had lost a lot of hair.

Three days later, Maoshi.

The place where the altar is set up is in the ward.

They are all Taoist characters, and the location does not make much difference to them.

Things have been prepared, just waiting for the auspicious time to come.

Song Yixing tidied up in advance, and inserted the gossip hairpin into the head of the ball.

When Maoshi arrived, Song Yixing sat upright.

Lu Qian and the three uncles formed a joint seal. The lights in the ward were not turned on, only burning incense candles with a little halo.

Song Yixing watched nervously. He was from his own family and knew better than laymen, so he knew that things were not going well for the four of them.

There was fine sweat on the foreheads of the four of them, and a steady stream of qi floated in the air, but it kept circulating without any intention of joining.

The incense was also half burned, indicating that half of the auspicious time had passed, but there was no movement in the room.

Reasonably speaking, these four people can be regarded as half the sky of the Daoist sect, and it is not difficult to get a glimpse of the secret, but now the four of them together don't even have a gossip plate.

Song Yixing made a decision secretly.

The golden light suddenly shot from between his fingers, and Lu Qian let out a 'fuck', it was another kind of punishment to see the destiny!He was so angry that he cursed: "Song Yixing, what a hurry!"

Song Yixing intertwined his fingers, and explained carefully: "Didn't you find it? Something is blocking it."

Seeing the destiny is a personal choice, and the way of heaven will not stop it, it will only send down punishment.

The way of heaven doesn't care, let alone the patriarch.

The four of them naturally found out, and they knew a little more than Song Yixing.There is indeed something blocking them, and the thing blocking them is not the right way. Qi twists the air into a vortex. The four of them can't see clearly, but they can still see it. The thing blocking them comes from the red mole on Song Yixing's neck.

The red mole exudes Yin Qi, the Yin Qi is extremely strong, and the red mole drips scarlet blood.

Song Yixing felt the coldness on his neck, and he didn't care about it as he still had seals.But the smell of blood rushed into the tip of his nose, making his hazy guesses during this period, and the fact that he deliberately ignored were mercilessly laid out on the surface, forcing Song Yixing to face it squarely.

He has never felt that Wuming is hidden in the world, so it is impossible for Zhai Yan to find Wuming.

Ghosts are also impossible. Ghosts hide from people but attract Yin objects.

Then where Wuming hid, he dared to say with certainty that Zhai Yan didn't dare to look for it.

Song Yixing scoffed.

It turned out that Wuming was hidden in his imprint.

Not right, if the red mole on his neck is really a "spot of cinnabar", then Wuming is hiding in his obsession.

It makes sense to say it this way, why he doesn't remember his obsession, because his obsession has become an unknown hiding place, how can Song Yixing remember it again?

The reason why Zhai Yan left without looking back was because the enemy was close at hand. Zhai Yan only needed to incarnate into Song Yixing's body with evil spirit to take out Wuming and crush Wuming into powder, and all those bitter and hatreds were completely brought to an end.

It's just that the price is Song Yixing's demise from the world, no soul can withstand Di Yan's evil spirit.Wuming can't, and so can Song Yixing.

Zhai Yan chose Song Yixing between Xuehai Shenqiu and Song Yixing.He didn't go to Wuming, he hid, afraid that he couldn't help but accidentally hurt Song Yixing.

"No name, I'll go to your uncle."

Song Yixing's eyes were red, and Zhai Yan probably thought he remembered it all, so he didn't mention the red mole.

He thought of the time when he and Zhai Yan first met.

He was terribly amazed by Zhai Yan's face, and wondered how could someone completely step on his own aesthetic point.

Then Song Yixing shamelessly stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

He said, "Handsome guy, have we met somewhere?"

Zhai Yan: "Yes."

Song Yixing only thought that Zhai Yan accepted his way of striking up a conversation, but he never expected that they had met before.

"When the month of Yichou is Jimao, the day of Yichou is Jimao, be as urgent as a law!" Song Yixing quickly reported his birth date with four pillars of pure yin, and the golden light suddenly appeared in the room, and the golden light finally interweaved his own gossip horoscope.

The four of them immediately operated the natal chart with Qi. The little uncle turned the ten heavenly stems with one hand and the twelve earthly branches with the other. The golden characters of sixty basic units floated in everyone's eyes.

Every time the heavenly stems and earthly branches rotate, countless voices will sound in Song Yixing's mind:

- "Do you really want to give up all your merits and re-enter reincarnation?"

-"Yes."

The heavenly stems and earthly branches are toggled again:

- "Do you think this life is bitter?"

- "It's not bitter, I still think it's a bit short, and I can't accumulate some merits."

Toggle again:

-"May I have your name?"

- "Zhai..."

- "Zhai what?"

-"forget."

- "I want to leave a mark, I'm afraid I'll forget."

-"good."

Song Yixing's mind was about to explode, Lu Qian turned his head and shouted to the little uncle: "Don't fucking dial again! It's the third generation, and it's been 1000 years ago!"

The little uncle said anxiously: "Don't I know the time? Song Yixing is dialing."

Master Uncle and Second Master Uncle looked at Song Yixing, while Song Yixing confronted Wuming, who was obstructing him, while moving the heavenly stems and earthly branches, he wanted to find the obsession he had forgotten.

The blood soaked from the red mole on his neck burned his skin, and Yin Qi swallowed up the golden light in the room. Song Yixing cursed: "Wu Ming, I/fuck/your whole family!"

Fingers clasped tightly, Song Yixing yelled again: "Hurry up like a law!!!"

The golden light in front of his eyes bloomed like fireworks, and the distorted space vortex finally floated a picture that was unknown how many lives ago.

Song Yixing saw himself.

In the imperial palace, the palace people were frightened by the ghost and fled everywhere. He stood under the willow tree and smiled: "Zhai Yan, don't scare them."

The ghost looked at him heavily: "I can't control myself."

He tilted his head, and his smile disappeared a little bit: "It was written by the alchemist who made alchemy for me, that's all, I will tell him later, I believe in his ability."

There was a look of struggle on the ghost's face: "The pill will kill you."

"Death is death." He said, "Anyway, I've had enough of life like this, so I might as well give him the throne." After a pause, he smiled again: "Zhai Yan, no one will save you, I Save you. If you can't in this life, you must keep your promise in the next life. If you can't in the next life, there will always be a time when you can save you in every lifetime. Just wait for me!"

The ghost was silent for a long time, looking at him again and again: "Wait for you."

With a soft sound, it was quickly blown away by the wind.

Obsession is found.

Song Yixing didn't move the natal chart again, and the golden light dissipated in an instant.

He leaned against the wall and vomited another mouthful of blood.

It is due to a large amount of energy consumption, and it is also due to a surge in blood pressure.

But fortunately, fortunately, I got my obsession back.

But the nose and throat are sour and astringent.

The patriarch said in his dream that there is no one in Taoism who pities Zhai Yan and wants to save him, and then asks Song Yixing, what does Di Yan exist so far.

Song Yixing replied that the evil spirit was too strong, and the resentment could not be saved.

It turned out that was not the case, it was Zhai Yan who was waiting for him.

The nameless hiding place was finally found, but everyone was not happy.

Lu Qian scolded: "Thief, what a fucking thief! No wonder I saw you in Yangui's memory."

"I should have thought of it a long time ago!" The little uncle was full of shock and regret: "'Dot the cinnabar seal' can retain obsessions, and you can hide in it without a name! Xiao Xing, what is your obsession?"

Song Yixing opened his mouth, and Lu Qian kicked the little martial uncle: "Don't f*ck which pot is not open and which pot to carry."

The little uncle glanced at Song Yixing. Although he saw Song Yixing's very ugly face, he still hesitated and said: "We can't let Wuming hide in his obsession all the time, we must find Wuming out. I don't want to ask the specifics, Xiao Xing, tell me, how many lifetimes has the obsession gone through?"

Song Yixing said: "Not counting this life, the third life."

Little Martial Uncle: "It's difficult!"

How strong is the obsession after three lives, even if they find a way to get into Song Yixing's obsession, who knows which life and day Wuming hides in!

The second uncle thought for a while and said, "If you want to find Wuming, you still have to rely on Zhai Yan."

Lu Qian hurriedly said: "What the fuck, Zhai Yan knows that Song Yixing can't bear his evil spirit at all, and I can't let my apprentice die if he catches Wuming." Gritting his eyes and teeth, he said, "My apprentice has a bone in his chest, and his name is in the celestial genealogy. He will become a celestial being in the future, and when his soul flies away, he will become a goddamn god. He won't even have his mother in his next life , I don't care, if any of you tell Zhai Yan to find Wuming in his obsession, I'll fucking turn my back on you."

Song Yixing opened his mouth and was about to say something.

Lu Qian stared at him: "Shut up for me, I haven't taught you well since I was a child, so you don't know how to respect the teacher, and you do everything with a hot brain, and you are blind. My boyfriend is looking for a thousand-year-old ghost. You stop me as soon as possible, I don’t agree. Also, Song Yixing, I will say hello to you in advance. If you dare to make Zhai Yan fall into your obsession, I will expel you from the teacher’s door , I will sever ties with you!"

Song Yixing smiled bitterly and said: "I am willing, and the thousand-year-old ghost is also unwilling. No, no one came to the hospital to see me when I vomited blood, and I didn't even see a ghost."

Lu Qian calmed down a little, and said stiffly: "He did the right thing! I wouldn't see you even if you were dead."

Uncle Master frowned: "Don't talk about the third one, let's think of another way."

Song Yixing said again: "Master."

Lu Qian: "Hands-free."

"No." Song Yixing said: "Do you remember that I told you before that the patriarch entered my dream?"

"Remember, what then?" Lu Qian was annoyed.

Song Yixing: "The patriarch asked me to dispel Zhai Yan's evil spirit within three months, do you remember that?"

Lu Qian gave a sudden pause.

Song Yixing said: "Thinking about it now, we will miss his old man's intention again."