The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

"Apprentices respect me." The old Taoist said, stuffing his phone into his trouser pocket.

People say that society is a big dye vat, students have a student spirit, those in high positions have a leadership spirit, artists have an artistic spirit, and white-collar workers have an elite spirit. Meng Qinglang has seen the same temperament as him, a social spirit, from the old Taoist.

There is no difference between good and bad, but staying in one environment for a long time, or engaging in a certain industry for a long time, will more or less show in habits and appearance.

It is estimated that it is to cheat money, but I did not expect to meet the real one this time.

The old Taoist was still looking at him, raised his eyebrows and straightened his Taoist robe, and said slowly: "I lost my father when I was young, my six relatives are not related, my horoscope is weak, and my life is as thin as paper. No wonder I practiced Taoism to save my life at a young age. Gekejikeren, it's better not to get too close to people, otherwise... tsk tsk, it's better to let them go."

Meng Qinglang turned to look at him, his eyes were slightly cold, the old Taoist shook his head and looked like a mature charlatan.

Meng Qinglang stared at him for a while, not sure whether the old Taoist really knew how to read or was trying to squeeze him, just looked at him and said: "The ghost I brought is sitting next to you, don't you mind?"

"Oh, grandstanding." After the words fell, the old Taoist suddenly felt a cold wind blowing on his neck, and immediately froze.

Meng Qinglang glanced at the head-holding ghost, he patted his head with both hands and swayed from side to side, laughing silly, and accidentally bumped into the old Taoist priest, and the phantom of his face overlapped the creases on the old Taoist priest's face...Meng Qinglang silently Look away.

The old Taoist looked around carefully, moved his buttocks quietly, and sat on the side.

The middle-aged man came back from the kitchen and served tea to the old Taoist respectfully. Although Meng Qinglang looked young and thought about what he said at the door, he was still polite when he poured the tea.

Meng Qinglang imitated the way of the old Taoist priest, nodded calmly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, his movements were elegant and revealing the demeanor of an outsider.

"Two...Masters, I'm looking for two for my son this time. To tell you the truth, I can't do anything about it," the middle-aged man sighed. The voice seemed to be afraid of being heard, "I divorced his mother early, but my son has been obedient since he was a child, and he can pass the top ten exams in every class without worrying about others, but he seems to have changed recently, with a bad temper. It’s fine if you love to go to school, but in the past two days, you’ve started biting people.”

The middle-aged man stretched out his arm to show them. There were indeed two obvious teeth marks, one of which was bitten deeply and scabs had formed.

"I was playing with a friend a few days ago and bit his friend. His parents came to me, and I didn't know that he had such a problem. I didn't expect it to get worse after two days. He didn't talk, and he saw who bit him. Fortunately, it was a holiday. Yes, it can be locked in the house, if it bites someone at school..."

The old Taoist stroked his beard, frowned and pondered for a while and asked, "I wonder if Layman Liu took him to see a doctor?"

Meng Qinglang and the middle-aged man looked at the old Taoist in surprise.

The old Taoist smiled: "We still have to believe in science. If science doesn't work, it's not too late to find a practitioner."

The middle-aged man's lips moved, as if he felt a little ashamed, and he said softly after a while: "Look, the doctor said it was delusional disorder, which was very serious. He said that my son didn't want to bite, but wanted to eat people. Believe in yourself You can level up by eating people, so I suggest sending him to a mental hospital, but my son is only 15 years old, and he really went in, in this life..." The middle-aged man covered his face and choked up.

Man-eating upgrade... Monster-killing upgrade?

The corners of the old Taoist’s eyes twitched. Sure enough, you should play online games in moderation. The two brothers patted him on the shoulder kindly, and comforted him: “If you are sick, you need to be cured. Adolescents are prone to psychological problems. People have to take medicine when they catch a cold. You have to take medicine, isn't it just hospitalization, the child is still young, and it won't delay anything if he is cured early, don't you think?"

"I..." Under the comfort of the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man finally couldn't help crying.

The old Taoist sighed and stroked his back for him: "Men don't flick their tears lightly, but before they are sad, men will cry when they are sad. Cry, take the child to the hospital after crying, alas , everything will be fine."

"Master, I just... still have some extravagant hopes. If I get contaminated with unclean things, I'll be fine. If this is really mental illness..."

"Parents, understand and understand."

The middle-aged man wiped his tears and sobbed twice: "You are right, early treatment and early recovery are because my mind is not clear. After sending him to the hospital, I will go to your temple to burn a few sticks of incense. I don't ask for anything else. , just let him...return to a normal person."

In the end, the middle-aged man's emotions were on the verge of collapse again, and the old Taoist patted reassuringly: "It's easy to say."

Meng Qinglang looked at the two speechless, and a few words pulled them back from the abyss of superstition to the position of science. Is this a Taoist priest or a psychiatrist?

Meng Qinglang saw the two talking to each other, and the middle-aged man was about to untie his knot and send his child to the hospital, so he quickly interjected: "There is a ghost in this room, your son is probably possessed by a ghost. "

The crying of the middle-aged man stopped abruptly. He glanced at Meng Qinglang, a high school student in shorts and short hexagrams, and then at an old Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe. His brain suddenly froze, and he asked Meng Qinglang after a while: "You mean ...is there really a ghost?"

Before Meng Qinglang could speak, the old Taoist had already looked at Meng Qinglang and shook his head: "Although we are practitioners, we must not make up things for our own benefit," he said with a sigh, "It is precisely because there are so many people who disturb the muddy water. Now, people will regard us as liars and superstitions, hey, those who cultivate the Tao must uphold the original heart."

The middle-aged man sighed: "The master is a real master!"

"..." Meng Qinglang interrupted the affectionate gaze between the two, "Why don't you let me try?"

The middle-aged man hesitated.

Meng Qinglang glanced at the life countdown on the system interface, and persuaded: "Maybe I can cure him without taking medicine, delaying school, and leaving a history of mental illness..."

The middle-aged man sighed, apparently without hope, and said, "You can show me." Then he said to the old Taoist priest, "Master, can you show me too?"

"Okay," the old Taoist gave Meng Qinglang a sideways glance, and took a step to the side, clearly drawing the line, "With the poor Daoist around, nothing will happen."

The middle-aged man seemed to have taken a reassurance, thanked him again and again, surrounded the old Taoist priest and walked to the bedroom.

The old Taoist staggered suddenly, and then pretended to be calm. Meng Qinglang glanced at his foot on the head-holding ghost's leg, and pretended not to see anything.

Opening the bedroom door, Meng Qinglang only felt that the air was a few degrees colder. It wasn't that the scary ghost blows the cold on purpose, but that the environment suddenly dropped in temperature due to the influence of some kind of aura. alert.

He turned his head to look at the two, the middle-aged man didn't seem to notice it, the old Taoist frowned slightly: "You are really a father, you don't have to worry about freezing the child and catching a cold with the air conditioner turned so low."

"It's hot, and he can't move, so..."

Meng Qinglang looked up at the wall-mounted air conditioner, it was indeed on...

23 degrees cold wind, it should be...Meng Qinglang has only used this kind of air conditioner at Xi Yan's home, so he doesn't know if this kind of temperature is considered low, it's okay to be more vigilant in this situation...

A boy was wearing pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head bowed, his left hand and foot were tied to the head of the bed, his overlong hair slightly covered his eyes, and he raised his head abruptly.

The old Taoist stopped in fright, and the boy glanced at several people sullenly, his eyes fixed on Meng Qinglang, his eyes turned from gloomy to frightened, then puzzled, finally fixed on greed, and rushed over.

The old Taoist shrank back with a cry of "Oops", the iron chain binding the boy was tightened, making a "click" sound as if it would break in the next second, he grabbed the bed with his fingernails, and yelled at Meng Qinglang, still As he struggled forward, his wrists and ankles were obviously bloodshot.

The air became colder again, the middle-aged man shivered, and said in a daze, "What's the matter? I didn't have such a big reaction before."

The old Taoist pulled his wrist and quickly backed out, saying seriously: "There are indeed unclean things."

"Really?!" The middle-aged man didn't know whether to be sad or surprised for a moment, he just grabbed the old Taoist's arm and begged, "Master, please save my son!"

"I... this... I'm not in a hurry. I'll wait until Pindao calculates where it came from, and then open the altar at a suitable time..."

Meng Qinglang glanced at him: "What do you think is the right time?"

"This..." The old Taoist frowned and pinched his fingers, "The sun has been scorching in the sky for the past few days, and the yang energy is too much. I am afraid that the ghosts will not want to leave. It is better to wait a few days before doing this, so as not to hurt him."

"I heard it will rain tomorrow."

"Heh, if you are not good at learning, you are still showing off here. How is the yang energy and the weather the same?"

"Oh, I thought you meant the sun by scorching sun."

The old Taoist blushed with wrinkled face, and insisted: "That's a metaphor!"

Meng Qinglang looked at his age, and was afraid that he would turn over if he was in a hurry. He didn't say anything, and while secretly clicking on the "Meng-style basic recipe" in the system, he asked the middle-aged man: "Do you have any ingredients at home?"

The middle-aged man vaguely sensed that the old Taoist priest was unreliable. Although Meng Qinglang looked unreliable, he still faintly placed his expectations on Meng Qinglang, and hurriedly asked: "What materials? I have a few third Is a set of RMB considered an ancient coin?"

Meng Qinglang was silent for a while, then asked again: "Do you have any cooking materials at home?"

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then sat down on the sofa, pointing to the refrigerator with despair in his eyes: "It's all in there."

Meng Qinglang searched and found that the refrigerator at home without a hostess was empty, and there was still some meat stuffing. He looked through the recipes and finally found the right one—Mengpo soup stewed meatballs".

Method: Knead the meat stuffing with spiritual power, add onion, ginger, soy sauce, salt and sugar to taste, put it in Mengpo soup and cook until the meatballs change color.

Note: In order to avoid the dispersion of the medicine, please use spiritual power to guide the medicine effect of Mengpo soup to inject into the balls. If you are not good at practice, it is recommended to cook a single ball with less water until the soup is dry, or directly sprinkle Mengpo soup powder after cooking (you can also use pills) Wrap in Meng Po soup powder capsules).

The old Taoist stretched his head and glanced at the kitchen, rubbed his stomach and sat back on the sofa.

The author has something to say: Middle-aged man: A man who doesn't deserve a name...

Old Taoist: Why doesn't the eighth-line male supporting role have a name?

Thank you "Zhao Liu" for the nutrient solution~ Scratching your head, there is no change, I will give you an extra kiss and hug to hold you high _(:З"∠)_