my God

Song Yan didn't expect that Shenjun would use mouth to mouth to absorb his yang energy. He was shocked and embarrassed, and froze in place without daring to move.

Fortunately, the two of them just touched each other's lips, not entangled with each other.Taking advantage of his slightly parted lips, Shenjun took a deep breath.

Song Yan felt that there seemed to be something in his body gathered in his chest, then went up the esophagus, came to his mouth, and was finally sucked away by the god.

After Shenjun let him go, he took a deep breath, with a satisfied expression on his face, as if he had tasted something delicious in the world.

However, Song Yan felt dizzy, his eyes were full of stars, and his hands and feet were weak.He had to stretch out his hand to support the pavilion pillar next to him, and after a while, he finally regained his strength.

"How is it, can you use your body?" Song Yan asked, looking at Shenjun.

Shenjun was standing there motionless as if closing his eyes and meditating.Hearing Song Yan's question, he opened his eyes, slightly raised the corners of his lips and said, "This dharma body can be used within two hours!"

Song Yan sized him up carefully, and asked doubtfully, "Where is the dharma body?"

Shenjun rolled his eyes and said: "I am now the Dharma body, just condensed on the surface of the divine body!"

"I don't see any difference!" Song Yan muttered softly.

Shenjun was almost amused by these words, he took a step forward, raised his hand and pinched Song Yan's face.

Song Yan felt the difference this time, not because his face was pinched, but because he felt the body temperature of a normal person.Shenjun's hands are no longer cold and weak, but warm and firm.

In order to confirm this point, he couldn't help but grab Shenjun's hand when Shenjun completely withdrew his hand, and then squeezed it.

Well, it is indeed no different from the hands of ordinary men. If there is a difference, the fingers of the god are longer and better-looking, and the skin is whiter and more tender.

Shenjun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly withdrew his hand, and stared at Song Yan fiercely, as if he was reading a note of swearing, and he was about to explode.

"Since you have the dharma body, you should hurry up and eat, it's getting cold!" Song Yan tactfully changed the subject.

Shenjun held his breath in his mouth, and he was unhappy if he didn't scold, scold him, he was really more anxious to eat.So he snorted heavily at Song Yan, turned back to the stone table, picked up a meat skewer, and took a light bite.

Song Yan saw the fleeting surprise and intoxication in Shenjun's eyes.

"His family's skewers are the most famous. If it weren't for the few people coming out tonight, I'm afraid I'll have to wait for a long time just to line up." Song Yan was still weak, and he walked slowly to the stone table, and then sat down on the table To the stone bench.

They say they are young and strong.Song Yan didn't feel cold when he sat on this stone bench just now, but now he feels like sitting on a piece of ice.

Sure enough, the yang energy was damaged and the firepower was not strong.

He didn't make a sound, and sat there enduring the chill, quietly watching the gods eat happily, with a sense of satisfaction that "he loves to eat, so I don't work in vain".

"Is this enough? If it's not enough, I'll buy it for you again!" Song Yan estimated that these strings, minus the sticks, are not much. According to the degree of hunger shown by the god, it may not be enough.

Shenjun paused, seemed to be struggling, and then snorted softly: "I can eat all three animals, let alone this little thing..."

"His family has a lot of delicious food, and there are roasted pig's trotters, grilled chicken racks and so on. You wait here, and I will buy them for you!" Song Yan said, stood up and walked out of the pavilion.

Shenjun looked at his slow pace, stopped all movements, frowned slightly, and said in his heart: I didn't take much, just one sip...

Little did he know that this mouthful of his could absorb one-fifth of other people's yang energy. If it wasn't for Song Yan's youth, strength and cultivation, he would have passed out long ago, and if he was put on an ordinary person, he would have fallen asleep for a few days no matter what.

Song Yan came to the barbecue restaurant and ordered two according to the recipe.

The boss was surprised: "Are there many of you? Are you having a party?"

Song Yan had no choice but to admit with a smile: "Yes, they are all delicious!"

After he paid, he found a place to sit down and waited patiently.His hands and feet were still weak and he couldn't use much strength, so he ordered another bottle of energy drink, hoping to relieve his symptoms of fatigue.

Fortunately, today is a special day, and there are no other customers in the middle of the night, so Song Yan ordered so many, and it only took more than half an hour to bake them.

Shenjun sat in the gazebo, looking in the direction of the barbecue restaurant.There were only sticks left on the table in front of him, and those things were not enough for him to stick between his teeth, so he kept staring at the barbecue shop, hoping that Song Yan would come back soon.

The door of the barbecue restaurant finally opened, and Song Yan walked towards this side with two bulging convenience bags.

Shenjun stared at the bag and looked again and again. He was in a very good mood. Even the cold face he always had on weekdays was gone, and the joy that could not be concealed was in the corners of his brows and eyes.

When Song Yan walked near the pavilion, he found that the emperor was overjoyed, but he didn't point it out. He walked to the stone table, put down the things, and said while tidying up: "Eat, there is not enough!"

Shenjun raised his eyes to look at him, and said awkwardly: "This is enough, I am not a fool..."

Song Yan didn't sit down, stood watching him eat for a while, and said: "Shenjun, you eat slowly here, and go back to the temple after eating, I have to go shopping, I'll go first!"

Seeing Song Yan turning around to leave, Shenjun said anxiously: "What are you shopping for? It's almost there!"

Song Yan turned his head and punched him, and said seriously: "Master's order is hard to break! I can't go back until dawn, you don't have to wait for me, I'm leaving!"

Seeing Song Yan's insistence on leaving, Shenjun murmured to his back in a low voice: "Be determined!"

***

Song Yan was walking on the cold street, it was just after midnight, and there was no one else on the street except him.

Because of the loss of yang energy and the cold night wind, Song Yan was so cold that he sneezed several times.

He wiped his nose, glanced at the road sign on the front right, and there was a certain town further on.

Song Yan made a calculation. If he walked around the town and then walked towards Daqingling, he should be able to arrive at dawn.This route is very reasonable, so Song Yan walked directly towards the town.

In general villages and towns, the population is mainly concentrated in the few streets in the center of the town, surrounded by a large area of ​​land, with only roads running through it.

Song Yan walked slowly on the road. On both sides were large rice fields that were about to mature. Under the moonlight, the rice seedlings held the ears of rice that were about to turn yellow and lowered their heads slightly.When the wind blows, the ears of rice shake slightly, appearing heavy and clumsy.

There was a sudden noise in the distance.

Song Yan stopped and listened carefully, and then heard the sound of gongs, drums and suona.

Where did this sound come from in the middle of the night?

Song Yan was wondering when a team suddenly appeared on the road ahead.

A man sat on a tall horse in front of the team, because he was too far away to see his face clearly; behind him was a drum band, playing gongs, drums, and suona. It was very lively; behind the drum band were four people carrying a The sedan chair, accompanied by four women dressed as maidservants.

This group of people are all wearing red clothes, looking very festive, just like a wedding party.

Song Yan stood where he was, sweating unknowingly.

Who gets married in the middle of the night?

Song Yan looked around, and there was nowhere to hide!If it is Baomidi, maybe I can hide for a while, where should I hide now?

Even so, he couldn't just stand here and stand still, it would definitely be bad if he bumped into the wedding procession!He hurried to the rice field beside him, hoping to get as far away from the road as possible!

The sound of drum music was getting closer and closer, and Song Yan ran quickly without looking back.

Seeing that the team was about to pass by, the music stopped abruptly.Song Yan was taken aback for a moment, couldn't help but look back, and then felt his eyes darken and lost consciousness.

***

A little bumpy.

The body is bouncing up and down, making people want to vomit!

Song Yan opened his eyes in a daze, and then found himself sitting in a small space, surrounded by pitch black, without any light.He stretched out his hand and felt it forward and found it was a piece of wood, and then felt it in other directions, it turned out to be all wood!

He groped for the stool under him again, only to find something made of silk.This is supposed to be... a hydrangea with a ribbon?

There is no doubt that he is trapped in the sedan chair!Song Yan's heart sank.With the constant bumping of the sedan chair, his head began to feel dizzy.

According to folklore, during the Ghost Festival, the gate between the Yin and Yang worlds will be opened, and all kinds of ghosts will come to play in the Yang world.Some single ghosts will also take this opportunity to go on a blind date and find a partner.More powerful ghosts will organize a wedding party to "pick up" a bride along the way.

Song Yan guessed that he was mistaken for a woman because of his damaged yang energy, so he was "picked up" by these ghosts.

How to do?

Song Yan reached out to touch his bosom, but found that the skirt was dead, and he couldn't reach in at all!Moreover, the texture of the material on his body is not at all the taoist robe he wore when he came out, but more like a long robe and beige made of silk and satin.If there was light at this time, he guessed that he must be wearing a red wedding dress.

This wedding gown was made horribly, the front of the gown was cross-collared and the right lapel was the same as what a dead person would wear, and the skirt was sewn together, so I don't know how to put it on.

The loss of the paper talisman made Song Yan feel worse.But he couldn't sit still, so after biting the tip of his right finger, he wrote a talisman on the palm of his left hand, then slapped the wooden board in front of him, and softly shouted: "Open!"

The wooden board did not move, only a slight muffled sound.

Insufficient yang qi, as expected, his strength was also greatly reduced.Because of the forced exertion, Song Yan kept panting heavily, and the back of his clothes was instantly drenched with sweat.

He estimated that with his current physical strength, he could at most hit another Mountain Opening Talisman, but the effect would definitely not be much stronger than the one just now.He needs a chance.It is impossible for him to be trapped in the sedan chair forever, and when the sedan door opens, it is his chance!

He crossed his legs, pinched the Zi Wu Jue with his hands, and began to breathe and breathe, to accumulate strength.

The surrounding wooden boards kept exuding a rotten and mildewy smell, which made Song Yan's head hurt even more.

He only remembered one thing in a daze—in this kind of confined space, maybe there isn't much oxygen, right?

Before he knew it, he lost consciousness again.