I, C, attend the funeral

The night is beautiful, the moon rises slowly from the east, and sprinkles a piece of golden light on the sea.

The world also becomes quiet because of the scenery.

Zhao Yin propped his hands on the iron gate outside his yard, and the big dog Jin Zi was jumping and barking on the other side of them, as if he was about to jump up in excitement.

Zhao Yin was very calm, he completely ignored the enthusiasm of the dog at home, turned to Zihe and said, "Go to rest early."

"Okay~" Zihe pushed open the door of his own yard, turned around and tilted his head towards Xiao Yaoming with a smile and raised his eyebrows. He didn't look serious, but his smile was pretty.

"...Mmm." Zhao Yin pushed open the door, stretched out his hand to hold down the big dog Jin Zi, and wanted to lick his mouth.

"Hey!" Zihe called him again.

"..." Zhao Yin turned his head, and under the moonlight, his long eyes also shone with golden moonlight.

"If you skip classes every day, can you get into university?" Uncle Zhang was very worried about his studies.

"...B is escorted." Zhao Yin said calmly, then turned around and entered the yard.

Cool guys never look back.

He walked straight into the room, turned on the light, and held back without looking back.

Zihe looked at Xiao Yaoming's flaunting appearance of burning buns, and smiled with his lips drawn.

After laughing for a while, he turned his head and said to Li Juanshen, "Look at that kid, he sent you a paper from B University, he's very proud."

Li Juanshen pressed Zihe's head, pushed him away, walked around him and stepped into the yard.

He was tired all day today, and his heart had endured too much impact from the new world that his worldview could not bear.

He just wanted to take a shower, he was not in the mood to listen to Zihe bb, what a little kid, and how to get into b university.

……

The heat was steaming, and the short black hair was wet and stuck to the head and face.

The hot water ran across the boy's thick eyebrows along the short hair, leaving countless crystal water drops on the thick and long sword eyebrows.

The young man stretched out his long and slender fingers that were wet with water droplets, and wiped it on his face.

The long and narrow eyes were opened, and the eyelashes were also covered with fine crystals, which made the solemn temperament created by these thick eyebrows and long eyes seep into a little fragility.

The soul fire on the young man's left shoulder was burning, full of vitality.

But on his right shoulder, it was dark.

The soul fire on the right shoulder was torn off by him in the previous life to protect Zihe's remnant soul...

He only has two soul fires, and he can be reincarnated as an adult.

It doesn't look like a good sign of longevity either.

He raised his head, closed his eyes, and splashed hot water on his young and handsome face.

It poured down along his resolute jaw, across the slender neck, across the beautiful collarbone, across the young but already strong chest.

Swipe two dots of pink, all the way down...

Zhao Yin sighed and spit out a depression in his heart.

"Zhang Zihe..." He sighed helplessly, turned off the faucet, turned his head to shake the water droplets from his hair, stretched out his hand to grab the towel and wrapped it around his waist.

Rubbing carelessly over his hair and body, he puts on his pajamas and pajamas.

The door clicked, and a tired Zhou Shan stepped into the living room.

Father Zhao, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, saw Zhou Shan and asked, "Another temporary mission?"

"Dad, why are you still awake? It's past eleven o'clock." Zhou Shan's voice was a little hoarse, obviously exhausted.

He just came back from the 29th floor of Mrs. Fu's house, and the three houses he saw there almost subverted his world view—if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe that someone would mess with the house like this.

Zhao Yin walked through the corridor, clutching his wet short hair casually, and said, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Zhou Shan shook his head, he looked at his younger brother, full of things to say.

Zhao Yin turned around and went into the kitchen, "I'll cook you a bowl of noodles, what flavor do you want?"

"Braised beef." Zhou Shan followed Zhao Yin into the kitchen.

Zhao's father saw the two brothers' warm daily life, as always, with a smile on his face.

These days, the worry that the two brothers would get emotional was finally let go.

"Where is that tm?... Lay an extra egg for me... When I brought people there, I was really... I was really convinced." Zhou Shan ordered his younger brother to lay eggs for him, while recalling that his team arrived at Fu Hui Everyone was shocked when they saw rooms 2902 and 2903.

"Room 2902 is a 'anti-theft door' to protect room 2903. Of course, the old lady Fu is richer, and she uses the whole house as a door." It is not only the function of the anti-theft door, but also a trap.

However, all the arrangements in those two rooms have been destroyed, so 2902 only has the function of a security door.

"Old lady Fu has recruited, I didn't expect her to be so happy." Zhou Shan stretched out his hand to fan the wind, took out two ham sausages from the refrigerator and handed them to Zhao Yin, "I want to eat this too."

Zhao Yin turned his head to look at Zhou Shan, but silently tore open the package of ham sausage and cut it diagonally.

Looking at his younger brother, Zhou Shan immediately showed a satisfied smile on his face.

The air is filled with the smell of food, and the smell of soap after Zhao Yin just took a bath.

"But the old lady Fu lied to us. She didn't recover at all. The cancer cells spread. She gave up chemotherapy and subsequent surgery." This is why the old lady Fu Hui seems to be in good condition, no more After chemotherapy, the old lady Fu's external state did recover temporarily.

"What?" Zhao Yin looked at Zhou Shan in surprise, giving up chemotherapy?

For a person with an incurable disease, even if a life-and-death bureau is set up, it will be invalid-this Feng Shui bureau only prolongs the life of a person without terminal illness, but it cannot bring the dead back to life!

wrong!

Fu Hui is not the one who arranges... In other words, the fate of the scheme she arranged does not fall on her in the end...

Who is that?

Who is she doing this kind of thing, such a big deal, making a wedding dress for?

Zhou Shan was still talking about the follow-up of this case, but Zhao Yin started to lose his mind.

……

The bathtub was filled with cold water, and it had been a bit cold at night since autumn, but Zihe lay in the cold water, but he was comfortable and comfortable.

He stretched out his arms, and there were already many corpse spots on his arms. Within a week, the corpse spots would definitely crawl on his hands and face.

This physical body is too inferior to be useful at all.

But he hasn't started looking for the next body yet.

He can't just find someone on the main road and use it. Even if he doesn't consider the issue of causal lock, he still needs to check the health of his physical body... It's very worrying.

Looking inside with both eyes, I saw that the soul was wearing red clothes everywhere, as terrifying as blood.

But Zihe showed boundless joy on his face, this bright red is very gratifying!

Standing up, he checked front, back, left, and right, and found that except for the chest, the whole body was covered with red clothes.

If he sucked those two traces of his soul energy, he should be almost covered in red clothes.

It's exciting to think about.

The fierce ghost in red, Zhang Zihe!

He stretched out his hand, picked up the plaid shirt, and took out the rice paper first.

The rice paper was very old, but still very strong. His hands were a little wet, so he put the paper on the side of his clothes.

Then he lay on his back in the bathtub, squinted his eyes, and took a deep breath...

[Sun and moon wind and frost, time goes by.

Years of cold and heat have passed in the blink of an eye.

The little monkey rescued by Zihe and his senior brother, gets up early and goes to bed late every day, and never misses Master's sermons.

No matter how hot or cold it is, it has never been afraid.

The 10 apprentices sat in a pile, and the little monkey was timid, so he quietly hid in the distance.

With those timid round eyes, he never missed a hand formula demonstrated by the master, but his hands were small and he never really learned it.

The master never drives it away, and the disciples never pay attention to it.

Every time the preaching ends, the little monkey immediately jumps up and runs up the mountain, disappearing, as if worried that those people will catch it for eavesdropping.

"Monkeys are stubborn, so it's rare for them to be quiet." The senior brother stood up and stretched himself.

He just bowed his head, and then looked back at the little monkey, and it was gone.

Ever since he and Zihe rescued the little monkey, that monkey has kept people away from him, it is very timid.

Zihe also turned his head, and sure enough, the little monkey who was sitting on the stone platform not far away had disappeared, and he didn't care too much.

He is now in his teens, with a sharp appearance in his handsomeness.

Although he has two canine teeth and a dimple on one side, he has a very pretty smile, but Zihe seldom smiles.

From the moment he entered the teacher's gate, he seemed to be carrying a mountain on his back. Certain obsessions made him never let go of the pressure.

Since he was a child, he rarely had a relaxed and childish expression on his face, and in the process of growing up, he never smiled lightly.

When he returned to the hut where he lived, Zihe found that the water glass on his table was overflowing with mountain spring water.

The messy house when I left was also tidied up.

The dust on the bookshelf was wiped off indiscriminately, and there were mud marks on the corners of the shelf due to insufficient wiping.

The shoes that were randomly kicked off by the bed were also placed neatly at the foot of the bed.

It was the little monkey again, every day after listening to the sermon, he would quickly run to the place where he lived, and secretly clean up the house for him.

Pick up the water glass and drink it up in one gulp, it is the sweetness of the mountain spring.

The life of penance on the mountain is not easy, but he never disliked suffering.

And this sweetness can always inadvertently give him a lot of comfort.

The eldest brother stood at the door of Zihe's room, looked towards his room, "Is that little monkey again?"

Zihe nodded.

"It's sensible and knows how to repay your kindness." The elder brother said, but then snorted coldly, "Obviously I found it first, and we rescued it together, how come this monkey knows to clean up your house, but completely ignores me ?”

His voice was full of vinegar.

Zihe couldn't help smiling, a dimple appeared on one cheek.

This beautiful face, which was already somewhat feminine, immediately showed a menacing demeanor, which made the elder brother stunned for a moment.

……

It was cloudy and rainy at the end of summer, and the cup on Zihe's table was empty.

A little monkey's fur was wet, but it didn't care at all.

Quietly lying by the window, it looked in through the crack of the window and saw Zhang Tianshi's nine disciples reading at their desks.

It quietly held the mountain spring water filled with huge lotus leaves, and secretly looked at the Zihe inside.

The wind blew past, and countless strands of rain blew towards the little monkey.

It hurriedly turned sideways to protect the lotus leaf in its arms, staring worriedly at the mountain spring water in the lotus leaf, fearing that the wind would blow it away.

It didn't seem to care about the damp and cold air carried by the wind, it just shivered quietly.

When he raised his head again, Zihe had already put down his book, turned around and walked towards the door with his hands behind his back.

He was muttering words, as if he was thinking about what was written in the book.

The little monkey couldn't understand what he was talking about. Seeing Zihe turned his back to him, he quickly got into the window and poured all the mountain spring water from the lotus leaf into the cup.

It can't learn magic tricks, and it doesn't have much ability, but the mountain spring water is available every day, and when there is enough food, it will send peaches to Zihe.

Careful not to let the dirty water on its body drip onto the table by the window, it only stretched its arms to pour water into the empty glass.

When it was all right, he hurriedly put away the lotus leaves, turned around and ran out of the window.

But this time, it was different from the past.

The handsome young man with his back to it quietly approached the window without knowing when.

When it turned around and wanted to go out the same way along the window, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed its wrist.

"Zhi—" the little monkey screamed in fright, but turned around and subconsciously stretched out its paws to scratch. Seeing Zihe's face clearly, he retracted his paws and didn't dare to bark his teeth.

"Zhizhi..." It opened its eyes tremblingly, looking at the man with a pale face in front of him in horror, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Zihe grabbed the belt, tied the little monkey's legs tightly, then grabbed a large cloth towel, and covered the little monkey's body, while the little monkey was babbling in panic, he wiped the little monkey's hair half dry indiscriminately. .

When the cloth towel was removed, the little monkey was in a mess with half-dry hair and sticky hair.

But its eyes were shining with brilliance, a stupid look that wanted to be happy but didn't dare to be happy.

Zihe stretched out his fingers and flicked the little monkey's forehead, then stretched out his arms, and drank all the mountain spring water in the water cup.

He remembered what he had learned and heard: soul fire combined with spirit art, turning things into demons.

He reached out and touched the little monkey's head, and asked it softly, "Do you want to be a human?"

The little monkey nodded.

"Maybe you will have to practice for another hundred years. You are so stupid that you will die if you fail to enter the Tao. Cultivation is useless, and listening to the Tao every day is also a waste of learning." Zihe stretched out his hand and rubbed the little monkey's forehead, his tone Full of sarcasm.

The little monkey blinked and curled its front paws, a little sad.

Before he had time to savor the sourness of his own fate, Zihe suddenly stretched out his hand towards his left shoulder.

He pinched a tactic quickly with his fingers, the soul fire on his left shoulder jumped twice, he pulled hard, and after a burst of pain, the dancing lovely flame fell from his shoulder to the palm of his hand.

The little monkey couldn't see the fire on his shoulders, nor could he understand Zihe's movements, but he saw that the face of the handsome man in front of him suddenly turned pale.

It anxiously sat up straight, looking at his face and screaming.

Zihe completely ignored his pain, he took a deep breath and stabilized his figure.

In the next moment, he made another tactic, bit his finger, and tapped between the little monkey's eyes.

The flame ignited at his fingertips, and he pressed his fingers hard, dyed with the flames, and pressed hard on the little monkey's head.

His blood was swept into the flames and instantly merged into the little monkey's soul.

When he withdrew his finger, a different blazing soul fire gurgled and surged above the little monkey's head, lighting up its weak soul.

This little animal with only one soul fire suddenly had two soul fires.

In the future, if it dies, it can be reincarnated into the reincarnation of the human world.

It does not need to practice, it has already transformed into a demon.

"Squeak..." The little monkey suddenly felt warmth running through his whole body. He stretched out his hand to look at his paws, and felt a different feeling when stretching.

Zihe reached out and touched its head, untied the belt that bound its legs, and tied it back around his waist.

He sat on the chair to keep his weak body from shaking.

The little monkey raised his head and saw a smile on Zihe's face.

Although he didn't see Zihe's small canine teeth, he did see a shallow dimple looming.

"Don't forget to come and listen to the master's sermon tomorrow morning," Zihe said.

……

Day and night alternate, time flows.

The little monkey grew taller, the little monkey's hair faded, the little monkey's facial features opened up, the little monkey's skin turned white, and the little monkey's eyebrows and eyes became more and more like a human being...

Two months later, the little monkey took human form, stood in the small square wearing clothes made of leaves, looked timidly at Zihe, and then at the master.

After the master gave the sermon, he looked at the little monkey and said with a smile, "I asked Zishen to build you a small hut. You can live in it first. After the house is built, you can move it."

The little monkey's eyes were full of joy.

Master looked at Zihe, his eyes fell on Zihe's shoulder, he pursed his lips, and said again:

"His name, come and name him."

Zihe raised his eyebrows and nodded obediently.

……

On a piece of rice paper, Zihe wrote hundreds of surnames on it:

Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, King Zheng...

And wrote many, many words selected by him below:

Strong and strong, powerful and powerful...

"Draw lots. You close your eyes, and whatever surname you click on, that's your surname." Zihe spread the paper in front of the little monkey.

The little monkey adjusted the new clothes curiously, sat at the table, looked up at Zihe timidly.

"Hurry up!" Zihe urged.

The little monkey closed his eyes, stretched out his finger and pointed on the rice paper.

Zihe glanced at it, and the surname that the little monkey pointed to was "Chen".

He folded the half of the surname again, and asked the little monkey to close its eyes and point to the words below.

The little monkey turned his fingers around on the paper, and then stopped at one place.

Zihe followed the little monkey's fingertips, and saw another character with complicated strokes:

铳。

Chen Gun.

With so many strokes in the name, I don't know how long it will take for the little monkey to learn to write.

"Open your eyes." Zihe picked up the brush and wrote down its name stroke by stroke on another piece of rice paper:

"Chen Gun."

The little monkey immediately repeated happily: "Chen Gun."

Zihe put down his writing brush, looked up at its happy thin cheeks, and scolded:

"Stay monkey! Stay!"

...]

Zihe sank into the bathtub, gurgling and spit out a few bubbles.

Immediately sitting up, he wiped his face and turned to look at the folded rice paper on his clothes.

He wiped his hands with a towel, and unfolded the rice paper, which was full of words.

On the top are the surnames of hundreds of families, and on the bottom are the characters he has selected to be suitable for boys' names.

The old watchman, Chen Gun.

It turned out to be his junior brother, ranked eleventh, junior eleventh...

That old guy, no wonder he has lived so many years, his hair is gray, and he is still so energetic.

It turned out to be an old monkey!

No wonder……

Zihe blinked his eyes, the fear that the old priest would come and grab him before suddenly dissipated.

For a hundred years, the old temple master guarded himself, preaching scriptures and sermons every day, touching the flagon from time to time, and saying strange things from time to time...

So this is ah.

……

……

Crashing out of the bathtub, Zihe's soul on his right breast was also stained red.

Now, only the left chest and head of the whole soul have not been covered with blood.

He picked up the bath towel beside him, wiped his body casually, and put on his nightgown half wet.

Picking up the shirt, he also took out the teeth in his pocket, and then threw all the clothes and pants he wore today into the dirty laundry bucket.

He unfolded the yellowed rice paper on which he had written, looked at it for the last time, and then folded it on the cabinet of Duobao Pavilion.

I have to say, his calligraphy is really beautiful.

Unrestrained and powerful, at first glance, he is a person with a particularly free and easy personality.

Zihe thought, and pressed his fingers on the folded paper - the more he knew about himself, the more satisfied he felt.

After self-knowledge, I feel very good.

He nodded seriously, turned around and walked back to the bathroom, he looked at the body.

Looking at it this way, I am really dissatisfied no matter how I look at it.

In the recovered memory, he can be a handsome b!

The appearance can be described as "bewitching face", which is a bit exaggerated - but the expression is heroic and courageous.

He thought of his eyes in the river, in the water for washing his face, in the hot water in the cup...

He laughed hehehe—he was about to fall in love with himself.

That resolute and stubborn expression, warm and strong.

He clenched his fists, wanting to recover his memory quickly.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he seemed to have smelled the smell of strength and charm.

Immersed in the excitement of having just recovered a memory, Zihe almost danced.

There was a sudden knock on the door, Klein was not at home, and he didn't think of others.

Li Dabeard didn't sleep most of the night, why did he knock on his bedroom door?

Zihe opened his eyes, walked to the door, and opened it.

Seeing that Li Dazi had just taken a shower, his hair and beard were all wet.

This guy's hair and beard are docile, and his oval eyes are even more watery.

"Hey, someday you shaved your beard." Zihe looked at the 'Senior Senior Brother' in front of him, thinking that in his recovered memory, this guy treated him well, so he decided to treat Li Juanshen better in the future.

"..." Li Juan frowned deeply, ignoring Zihe's words.

He folded his arms and said: "Today, among the three Taoist priests who came to steal the jug, two of them were unconscious after waking up, and only one was in a normal state. The people over there have already asked for some information. The information all points to one person."

Zihe nodded, looked at Li Juanshen's beard with a smile, and began to think badly——

One day, while Li Dabeard fell asleep, he pulled out his three souls and made him fall into a coma.Then shaved off his beard, and stuffed his three souls back...

Hehehe, when the bearded man wakes up, he will find out, 'Huh?My beard is gone'.

The beard has turned into a white and tender baby face... Ha!

When Zihe thought of this, the smile in his eyes deepened.

He pulled the corner of his mouth with a smirk on his face.

"...?" Li Juan stared at Zihe deeply, and said displeasedly, "Are you listening to me?"

"Here, you continue to talk, pointing to a person, who is it?"

"About Fu Hui's information, I also followed the vine and found a person." Li Juanshen changed the subject and mentioned Fu Hui's old lady.

"The one involved with the three Taoist priests who stole things?" Zihe recalled what Li Juanshen had said, and keenly grasped the information.

The three Taoist priests wanted to steal his jug, and they probably had something to do with Zixuanguan, or himself in the previous life.

The old lady Fu Hui was obviously a follower of the Hungry Ghost Dao cult, and the altar of the Hungry Ghost Dao gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Zihe looked at Li Juanshen, and couldn't help thinking: Could it be that they all pointed at him in the end?

Li Juanshen said, "A man named Yi Feng."

The three Taoist priests who wanted to steal the jug, and the old lady Fu Hui were obviously believers in the way of hungry ghosts—it's just that they didn't know where they were in this cult.

The newly involved man named Yi Feng has a lot of contact with them, what role does he play?

Zihe breathed a sigh of relief, luckily it wasn't him.

"Get up early tomorrow, let's go and have a look together?" Li Juanshen now trusts Zhang Zihe a little bit—although this guy is very suspicious, he obviously doesn't belong to the hungry ghost monks.

Zihe readily agreed: "Okay."

Li Juanshen also nodded, "Okay, you go to sleep."

After that, he stretched out his arms and closed Zihe's bedroom door by himself.

When he turned around and walked to his side, he scratched his beard, recalling Zihe's smirk just now, he was inexplicably uncomfortable.

……

Looking at the closed door, Zihe couldn't help thinking:

Was he recruited by the special police undercover?

I want to follow Li Juanshen to get to know the origins of the hungry ghosts... If everyone in the hungry ghosts is like the old lady Fu Hui, prepare a big meal at home and wait for him...

How nice that is!

Slowly walking to the edge of the bed and sitting down, Zihe spread out his palm, where a tooth lay quietly.

Small, pointed, surrounded by a trace of light green soul energy.

It's cool and evil.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater 1]

Li Juanshen: Really tm... He neither reincarnated with the memory of his previous life, nor did anyone think of him giving him a hint!Does Master see me as a great apprentice?In the eyes of the juniors, do you see me as a senior brother! !

Little Eleven Chen Gun: Ah...

Zhao Yin: ...

Li Juanshen: Forget it!If you don't restore your memory, don't restore it!Recovery is also bad!The master does not hurt, the junior does not love!Even saving a little monkey is a fucking ungrateful monkey!All she knew was that Xiao Jiu was a benefactor, and she completely ignored Lao Tzu!

Li Juanshen: Ahhhhhh!I'm so pissed off! ! ! !

【Small Theater 2】

Author Qinghou: My heart melts into soup for the little monkey!

Zihe: Silly monkey!

Little Eleven Chen Gun: Chi Chi. (star eyes)

【Small Theater 3】

Author Qinghou: You guys!Reader Angels!Tell me louder!Who wrote the book that Ke Lie gave to Zhao Yin, the book signed with the word 'dumb'?

Author Qinghou: Tell me in a hurry!Who wrote it?

(Author Qinghou: Who guessed that the book was written by Klein? The big paw of the dumb cat wrote a book... I dare not think about it! I dare not think about it!)

【Small Theater 4】

Zihe: I'm such a handsome guy!

Zihe: I'm such a cool and handsome b!The resolute eyes revealed in the paranoia, the heartbeat!

Author Qinghou: Wake up, what you're using is a funny script, high coldness has nothing to do with you.

Zihe: ... What did you say? ! (unacceptable!)

【Small Theater 5】

Author Qinghou: Bird, where is your soul fire on your left shoulder?

Zihe: Give it to Xiao Shiyi, help him change form.

Author Qinghou: ...

Author Qinghou: No wonder the three soul fires were lost!You're taking soul fire as a tip, just give it to anyone.

Zihe: ...Did I think so?The author asked me to give!Can I not give it?

Author Qinghou: If you don't give it, how can Xiaoshi protect you for a hundred years, read scriptures and preach for you, and watch over you every day?

Author Qinghou: If you don't give it, how can there be a reincarnated master who will transform into a little girl and give you a hug and a hug?

Zihe: ...I am really... living in this life, all relying on the charity of the previous life...

Author Qinghou: ... Huh?It seems to be...

……

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It feels like...my soul...is all in the little theater...