Quickly wear me to find true love for the male protagonist

Sha is Yin Qi. After death, go to send Sha on the night of the full moon. Two pears, three bowls of chicken blood, six peach branches, and nine cups of strong wine are all you need. You can't go to reincarnation, that is, there is no yin or yang, and you can only stay in the world forever, living by absorbing people's souls.

This ghost just turned evil, probably not long after he died, which also explains why he pursued Han Hu so hard.Because Han Hu's soul is very pure, this can give him huge energy, at least it can guarantee that he will not dissipate during this period of time.

Sheng Yiyan glanced at the person who opened a small gap, only one frightened eye was exposed, and laughed at Han Hu's desperately hinting eyes with a puff: "Hey! How afraid of him are you, the man will stand up, Don't be cowardly! Come up and do it!"

Han Hu hinted frantically in his heart: "Brother! Dad! Ancestor! Can you please accept him! I'm about to cry!"

Sheng Yiyan glanced at him, well, Han Hu seemed to be really frightened, and he started to roll his eyes, so he stopped joking with him, his face instantly became serious, and he squeezed the formula with both hands and said: "Qing Ming sword, unsheath !"

"Shua!" The stabbing sound came suddenly, and Han Hu was startled by the sound. When he raised his head again, the young man with a relaxed posture already had a sword glowing blue in his hand.

Qingming Sword.Legend has it that it was cast by the Qingming Profound Stone in the East China Sea. It took the best luck in the world, and used the quintessential tinder left by the immortal to refine nine star turns before it was successfully refined.

Sword Qi is like a shape.

Sha seemed to hesitate for a moment when facing the Qingming sword. The pure yang aura on the Qingming sword made him unconsciously want to stay away from this human being. The provocative gaze disappeared, and he rushed forward with a roar.

Sheng Yiyan put away his cynical smile, clenched the Qingming sword in his hand, and rushed forward.

To deal with irrational ghosts, of course, just go straight up and do it!

Behind the door, Han Hu saw two luminous bodies, one black and one black colliding together, blindfolded his eyes and did not dare to see what would happen next, only heard a scream of "Ah--", the tyrannical wind slowly Slowly subsided, the strange atmosphere around him also disappeared, and even the moonlight shining on his body seemed somewhat real.

Han Hu secretly opened his fingers and looked hesitantly through the small gap.

The street was empty, and the very unreliable Taoist priest and the terrifying ghost were all gone.

gone!

Han Hu had a cold war, didn't he, did the Taoist priest die with him? !

Han Hu stared back and forth on the cold street with his eyes wide open, really, he disappeared...

Han Hu stared blankly at the road.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Paji!" A hand slapped Han Hu's back heavily, together with the person's warm body temperature, and his familiar out of tune tone, it reached Han Hu's ears. Han Hu's body was like It was like being frozen, in a daze.

Sheng Yiyan looked suspiciously at the man who was a head taller than him, and muttered a few words: "I have subdued that ghost, you have to be careful not to provoke these things in the future, you must know that once you provoke them, it is very difficult to get rid of them." Yes, if it weren't for me today, you wouldn't know where you are now..."

Sheng Yiyan murmured, suddenly his hands were tightly pinched by the man who was like a log, he was startled, he stepped back a few steps and said: "Let go! I tell you that I won't have sex with you!"

Han Hu looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Woooo! Master! So you are still alive! I thought you and that ghost died together! I still feel very guilty!"

"Stop!" Sheng Yiyan reached out his hand to stop his crying words, and said with a bad face: "You think I died with him?"

Han Hu didn't feel the danger at all, and nodded and said, "Yes, yes! Master, I am so touched!"

"..."

Sheng Yiyan yelled towards the sky: "Qingmingjian!" Qingmingjian came through the air when he heard his master's shout, and then a man's cries for mercy sounded in the yard.

"Master! Master, I was wrong! I shouldn't have cursed you!"

Sheng Yiyan chased after him angrily with a sword in his hand: "Is that a curse? Is my strength so weak? And I died with a ghost! If I don't call you my ancestor today, I won't be named Sheng!" "

"Ancestor!!!"

-

Later, when Mo Yuan learned that Sheng Yiyan had killed a demon, he was quite relieved, saying that Sheng Yiyan could also catch ghosts, and our Taoist temple also has successors.

Sheng Yiyan slammed his mouth and looked at Mo Yuan's black hair and said in a daze, "Master! You are enough for our Taoist temple! I am not good at cultivation and I don't work hard. If there is no master to supervise, the Taoist temple will be in my hands. I will also be sold."

Mo Yuan was stunned for a moment, thinking of Sheng Yiyan's temperament, it was really possible, so he slapped him on the back angrily and cursed: "Nonsense! How can you sell the Taoist temple to others?!"

Sheng Yiyan opened his eyes and said nonsense: "If the disciple has no money, wouldn't he sell it so that he can marry a wife? Master, you don't know how difficult it is to marry a wife now. You need a car, a house, and good looks. Apart from the last thing, what else is there for the disciple? None, so I rely on the Taoist temple!"

Mo Yuan glared at him, this disciple is really good at talking!Staring and staring, he laughed angrily again.

What's the point of competing with him? Forget it, it's a big deal, I'll watch him for a few more years, and when it's time... let's make plans.

Sheng Yiyan looked at him with a hippie smile.

He hadn't realized that Li Huo, Mo Yuan's disciple, could not escape like this and dare to tease Mo Yuan, but he was used to this body, so he showed his original temperament unconsciously, and Mo Yuan Yuan didn't seem to realize that his disciple had been dropped, and still looked at him with reproachful and conniving eyes.

The only disciple he ever took was the young man in front of him. From the age of eight to 23, in 15 years, Mo Yuan and Li Huo had never been separated. During the cold spring and summer, Mo Yuan always remembered that there was a young man called himself master.

A small one, with a timid expression on its face, held up the little snowman that was finally piled up, and said in a low voice, "Master, I made this, does it look good?"

"Good looking, does he have a name?"

"His name is Master."

"What's the master's name?"

"The master's name is Mo Yuan."

Mo Yuan...

After finishing the ceremony, the disciples of Izumo Temple should leave. Mo Yuan personally saw them off at the gate of the Taoist temple. Sheng Yiyan stood beside Mo Yuan with a smirk on his face.

"Hahahaha! Thank you for coming to help! When I go back, I will ask my master to write a letter to Daoist Yunguan, and ask them to give you extra meals!"

Xiao Linshui also had a smirk on his face, and patted his arm, obviously gnashing his teeth in his heart, but he still said modestly: "No need, it's all a matter of little effort, welcome Taoist priest to come to our Taoist temple for guidance."

The two people smirked at each other and competed vigorously, neither letting the other go.Mo Yuan said lightly: "Okay, it's getting late, don't delay Lihuo."

Sheng Yiyan and Xiao Linshui looked at each other for the last time, and then withdrew their burning gazes.

Then Huo Feng walked over, and Sheng Yiyan saw that his expression was a bit complicated.

"Brother, I still remember your condescending look at me, are you coming to ask for my forgiveness now? Sorry, I can't do it."

Huo Feng: "... What did you say?"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Sheng Yiyan shrugged needlessly, "I've been obsessed with watching Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas recently."

Huo Feng: "..."

He struggled to utter a few words: "Take care."

Sheng Yiyan smiled and said, "Okay, okay." Then he watched them leave.

There was a slight smile on Mo Yuan's face, and after the group of people left, he turned his head and nodded his disciple's naughty head: "Don't joke."

Sheng Yiyan said a few perfunctory words, saying one thing in his mouth and another in his heart, saying what he should do or what, Mo Yuan couldn't possibly look at him all the time.

Looking at his wandering eyes, Mo Yuan knew what was going on in this man's little head, so he smiled helplessly.

There was nothing he could do about this apprentice.

Mo Yuan shook his head, and finally, as if remembering something, he turned his head and glanced at the direction where the disciples of Izumo Temple left.

Just now when the disciple named Huo Feng left, he took one last look at Lihuo, that look seemed to contain a lot of information, very complicated, like guilt, and calculation, Mo Yuan felt a vague sense of uncertainty, It seems that something is going out of control...

Sheng Yiyan is only in his 20s this year, and he is still a boy who loves to play. When he came to a world similar to the society he lived in, his addiction to gaming suddenly came up.

However, Mo Yuan's thinking was old-fashioned, he was not allowed to touch these things, and he was warned that if he lost his mind, Mo Yuan would not want him. How could Sheng Yiyan listen?Even though Mo Yuan had a serious expression when he said this, Sheng Yiyan still didn't think Mo Yuan would drive him out.

After being together for so many years, even two couples who have no feelings can still show affection like family members, not to mention Sheng Yiyan who "conspired against Mo Yuan". go.

The young thief ran out from the Taoist temple, Diandian took advantage of Mo Yuan's inattention and ran to the only Internet cafe on the street, where he started killing everyone.

"Hit! Hit! Don't be cowardly! Go!"

"Fuck! Go back quickly! Don't give it away!"

"Talking about you! Do you understand how to play this game!"

After wandering around in front of each player's computer, Sheng Yiyan found that he was surrounded by people from the Internet cafe.

"What are you looking at me like that for?"

"You are amazing, why don't you go up?"

A young man with yellow hair came over with bare arms and tangled muscles, and whispered in his ear, "Brother, it seems that you are familiar with this place?"

With a puff of smoke, Sheng Yiyan choked and coughed a few times, with tears in his eyes.

"I'm not familiar."

"Not familiar?! If you are not familiar, what is your name! You son of a bitch!" Huang Mao became angry all of a sudden, picked up Sheng Yiyan with one hand like a chicken, and dragged him outside.

"Hey! Hey! Let me down!" He struggled hard, but this body couldn't use any strength at all, and he could only be dragged off the ground in humiliation.

The yellow-haired young man sneered: "You guys who don't even have full hair yet dare to come out to embarrass others, wait until your hair is fully grown before you come out!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The jeers of the yellow-haired youth's followers sounded around, and Sheng Yiyan bit his bright red lips tightly amidst their increasingly presumptuous ridicule and sarcasm, and strong resentment flashed in his eyes.

He seemed to... saw the self who had been bullied all the time in the past, being beaten and scolded, called a wild species, punched and kicked... His dignity was thrown under his feet like garbage, just to make them happy, majestic and heavy rain Being poured on him, Sheng Yiyan's heart seemed to be cold.

"I tell you to let go!"

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I have to say sorry... I watched the live broadcast and saw that there has been no update, it's too late... But, ah, I'm so happy that ig won!Congratulations ig! Chapter 154 Master has ghosts!

"Shh!"

The bright red blood was sprayed on the face like drizzle, and the warm and smelly breath spread to the tip of the nose, from the tip of the nose to the lungs. The fragile lungs couldn't bear the breath, so they spit it out all at once, and a sour smell also wafted away in the air.

"Ghost...you are a ghost..."

The young man looked at the young man with his head lowered in front of him in horror. The young man held a blue sword in his hand. The tip of the sword dripped with blood, splashing a dark red flower on the ground.

"Ghost!" The scream broke out at this time, and everyone ran towards the only building behind them, as if the place where the light was scattered was their only protector, and all the darkness and evil were inside him no escape type.

"Tick tock!"

Still bleeding.

The red blood seems to keep dripping, why?

The boy raised his lowered eyes, oh, there is a person stuck in the sword.

blood red eyes.

-

When Mo Yuan hurried to the police station, in the bustling police station, he immediately saw his poor little disciple, huddled in the corner holding the Qingming Sword, as if that sword was his only comfort, and he refused to accept it no matter what. release.

Mo Yuan saw clearly that he was not injured, he relaxed slightly, let out a breath, and then raised his heart to look at the policeman who contacted him.

"May I ask what happened to my apprentice, you want to catch him here?"

The policeman glanced at the young man in the corner, and did not feel pity for the other party who seemed silent now, but stared at the young man with strange, disgusted, and even disgusted eyes: "Are you his master? Didn't you know he killed someone? Really..."

Mo Yuan thought he had heard it wrong, and looked at him suspiciously. The policeman pushed the computer to him. The black and white picture was not very clear, but he could still see a rough outline.

A boy raised his hand and drew a sword, and pierced the man opposite him. Blood spurted out and covered his face. The boy's eyes were indifferent, as if there was just an insignificant object in front of him.

The crimson blood, the black-haired boy, the indifferent expression...all these make up a creepy picture, everyone can see that the boy is really, really going to destroy everything in front of him.

including yourself.

The police have filed a case, and Sheng Yiyan can only stay here now. After Mo Yuan filled out some questionnaires, he suddenly saw a policeman walking to that corner, and then picked up the boy in the corner.

Mo Yuan grabbed him and said, "Police, where are you taking him?"

The male policeman didn't raise his head, just took Sheng Yiyan up, then picked up a key from his waist and said casually: "Oh, prison, where can you go if you kill someone? Of course it's locked up, if you go out again How to kill someone?"

The boy let them take him away as if he was unconscious, and when Mo Yuan held his hand to tell him not to be afraid, he realized something was wrong.

It was cold without a trace of warmth, not like a pair of human hands.

Mo Yuan frowned slightly and looked into Sheng Yiyan's eyes.

Not a trace of focus.

A strong sense of disobedience surged in his heart, Sheng Yiyan in this state is completely different from before, could it be... He squeezed the boy's hand and whispered: "Don't worry, take good care of yourself."

The policeman next to him pulled him over: "What are you doing? You are not allowed to communicate with suspects in private, don't you know the rules?"

Mo Yuan let go of his hand and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I just want to comfort my apprentice."

The policeman looked at him contemptuously, and comforted him even though the surveillance cameras had captured it. Do you still want to deny it?

Mo Yuan just watched the young man being taken away by the police. He really didn't look back at him once. Mo Yuan's heart seemed to be blocked by cotton wool.

He let out a heavy breath, he knew that Sheng Yiyan had basically been identified as a murderer now, but Mo Yuan always felt that there was something he didn't know about it. After leaving the police station, he immediately burned a piece of talisman paper, Pass it on to that long-lost person.

In the dark prison, the juvenile stayed alone in a prison. The police considered that he was a child, and his mentality might be very unstable now. If he was locked with other prisoners, he would easily attack others, so they negotiated to separate the juvenile. locked up in a prison.

In the cramped house, a young man huddled up and leaned against the corner. He lowered his head, his whole body was dirty, and even his hair was covered with dried dark black water stains, and a stench came from him. However, the young man didn't care at all how bad his image was at the moment, his pair of pitch-black eyes were always dull, his soul seemed to have been separated from his body, leaving only an empty shell.

A policeman passed by the barred window. He glanced at the strangely quiet young man inside the door, but he didn't dare to relax at all.

He just found out that this young and handsome boy turned out to be a murderer, and he killed him just because of a quarrel.

The policeman shook his head and sighed that he was too young, then turned his head and looked at him indifferently before leaving. The young man with his head bowed behind him seemed unaware that he had maintained this posture for a long time.

In the chaos, there seems to be a burst of current penetrating time and space to reach this parallel node, "Host? Host?"

"Testing, there is a problem with the host's mental state, do you want to rescue it?"

"rescue."

"Detection, rescue requires 5% energy, do you need rescue?"

"...Host, please wait a moment, and come to rescue you after the system recovers its energy." The electric current sizzled a few times, and receded like a tidal wave, cleanly.

……

If Sheng Yiyan was still awake, he would probably cast aside the system's ungratefulness severely.

It's a pity that Sheng Yiyan's consciousness is hazy now, he feels like he is wrapped in a ball of cocoons, he can't feel the outside world, and he can't break through this barrier.

He tried hard to wake up and leave this cramped cocoon, but in the end he was always pulled back by a hand.That hand was very small, only half the size of his palm, but Sheng Yiyan couldn't break free from his restraint. He looked back, wanting to know who was holding him, and he saw a miniature version of himself.

After meeting again after a few years, Mo Yuan almost didn't know this friend anymore.

"... Empty City, Master?"

The young man with a shaved head and a cassock on the opposite side nodded slightly, with a calm expression: "Long time no see, Daoist Mo Yuan?"

Mo Yuan looked rather complicated.

He met this man named Kongcheng a few years ago, when he happened to accept a funeral and went to a remote mountainous area to collect the body of a rich man.It's just that the merchant didn't make it clear that the dead person was sucked dry by the demon.Later, when thinking about this matter again, even someone as indifferent as Mo Yuan would feel chills in his heart.

That incident was far more dangerous than normal, and he and several Taoist priests were almost involved in it. Later, relying on the magic power of a few people, they jointly eliminated this super powerful demon.

And later, Mo Yuan also got to know Kongcheng, one of them.

It's just that the monk at that time was not as desireless as he is now, and the monk was just a young monk. Now, he is the Master Kongcheng of Wuyuan Nunnery.

Mo Yuan nodded and said: "Well, it's been a long time, Master Kongming came in and is all right?"

Master Kongming is Kongcheng's master, he is highly respected, but he is very old, and now he concentrates on practicing in Wuyuan Nunnery and doesn't care about world affairs.

Kong Cheng's expression was as indifferent as before, and when he talked about the master he admired very much, Kong Cheng's face was not disturbed at all, "Master is all well and healthy recently, and the poor monk would like to thank the Taoist priest for his concern."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Mo Yuan never explained the meaning of his coming to Kongcheng, and talked with him about Taoism. After a few breaths, Kongcheng had already turned the beads in Kongcheng's hand a few times, and finally sighed: "Master Mo Yuan, why don't you?" Tell me why you came, the poor monk probably already knows."

Mo Yuan was deeply silent.

Kongcheng said: "My teacher said long ago that if the Taoist priest insists on something illusory, he will end up with nothing in the end. Can the Taoist priest regret it now?"

Mo Yuan shook his head lightly: "Buddhas always ask about cause and effect, but I don't ask about cause and effect, I only ask about the heart."

"If I have no regrets in my heart, then I will not regret it. If I have regrets in my heart, then I will have regrets."

Kong Cheng clasped his hands together: "Amitabha."

Kongcheng had already figured out that he had something to come to him, so Mo Yuan told Sheng Yiyan's misfortune. After Kongcheng heard the words, he twirled the beads for a long time before he spoke: "Buddhism has cause and effect, there is a great way, and there are three thousand small worlds. One Bodhi. All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be done like this."

"If the poor monk's calculations are correct, that person should have fallen into the ghostly phantom."

Kongcheng sighed lowly, and waved his hand in an arc. Mo Yuan and Kongcheng came to a dark path in an instant, and there were muffled groans and curses in their ears.

Mo Yuan turned around and looked over, his pupils shrank suddenly.

It was Sheng Yiyan.

The boy was punched and kicked on the ground, and the sound of curses wafted in the alley. The boy just curled up, using insignificant strength to resist the damage from the outside world.

Mo Yuan frowned deeply, but his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

This is an illusion.he told himself.The phantom is something that has already happened, and he is just a piece of air in the eyes of these people.

Kongcheng sighed softly in his ear, and his pitiful eyes were on the young man who was beaten not far away.

"Hey! I never thought that Taoist Priest's apprentice would experience such unfair treatment." Kongcheng sighed.

Mo Yuan asked, "When is this?"

"The memory of his youth, this memory is probably his deepest memory, so we will be the first to see this part, let's look at the others, there will always be clues."

Mo Yuan looked down at the young boy's empty eyes on the ground, his pale lips moved, as if he wanted to reach out to hold him, Kong Cheng waved his sleeve again, and the scene changed again.

"Mom, I'm back."

"..."

"mom?"

The boy returned home with injuries all over his body, but when he turned on the light, he saw an empty house. A cold breath permeated the entire room, and the boy looked around in confusion.

In the past, when he came back at this time, he would always see the smelling food on the table, his mother's gentle voice sounded in the kitchen, and his father turned on the TV and tuned to the program he had always liked to watch.

He put down his schoolbag and walked to the dining table, what he touched was cold wood.

Oh, I remembered, Dad and Mom are divorced.

The boy went back to his room with his schoolbag on his back and locked the door without saying a word, and never came out again.

Mo Yuan pinched his brows, his parents divorced?However, there seems to be something wrong with his memory, and the boy in his memory seems to be an orphan...

Kongcheng waved his sleeves again, and the scene changed. This time, it was a young man standing on the bridge. Mo Yuan only had time to see a figure falling lightly, but what he reached out to grab was only air.

"Look! Look! That man jumped off the building!"

"Ah? Where is it? Let me see?"

"Take out your phone and take a picture! This is big news!"

"I can't see it anymore, it's already gone down..."

The boy's empty eyes stared straight at the sky, surrounded by voices of accusations and discussions. After half an hour, the ambulance arrived late.

After the teenager was sent to the hospital, his leg was broken due to untimely rescue, and he could only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

-

Mo Yuan finally knew that something was wrong, this was not his apprentice's memory!

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small theater:

Sheng Yiyan: Do you love me, or your apprentice?

Mo Yuan: ... are you jealous?

Sheng Yiyan: No, I'm just asking on behalf of readers.

Mo Yuan: Come here, I'll tell you...