Xiang Quehe didn't leave the room for the whole day. He didn't have enough food and water, so he only fed the baby twice.
He came to see the old man but did not get any satisfactory news. He was so melancholy that he forced a five-foot-tall man to the point of exhaustion.
"Hey..." Sighs came from time to time in the house.
Outside the house, Lao Dao wandered back and forth three times. Even from a distance, he could feel the strong atmosphere of sadness seeping out of the house. Twice, he gritted his teeth and wanted to go in, but in the end he stopped in his tracks.
Well, I didn’t take that step after all.
In fact, not only Xiang Que was confused at this time, but Lao Dao was also confused. Xiang Que was worried about Wanwan, but Lao Dao was worried about him.
For Wanwan, Xiangque is his parent, but for Xiangque, the old Taoist does not treat him as his own flesh and blood. After more than ten years of upbringing and teaching, he is not related by blood but is better than a close relative. Under the seemingly indifferent reaction of the old Taoist, in fact, he has always been
They are all worried about their closed disciple.
It's just that people always have too much hesitation and difficulty in making choices when it comes to family ties and emotions.
It is difficult for a generation of emperors to end family affairs, let alone the common people!
One day later, the old Taoist, the Taoist nun, and Qing Ling entered the room again. Xiang Que, who was unshaven, was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette. The floor was almost covered with cigarette butts, and the room was filled with the pungent smell of tobacco.
Qing Ling said speechlessly: "If you smoke like this, even if the child is fine, your second-hand smoke will cause problems."
Xiang Que lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Do I still care about this now?"
The words that came to my mouth suddenly stopped, leaving me speechless.
The old Taoist pursed his lips hesitantly, but finally sighed.
The Taoist nun walked to the bedside, gently stroked the child's little face and said: "The child is the one who summons hundreds of ghosts to bring down the souls. The gold-eating silkworm is just a lure, but it still lacks the most important medicine, which can bring down human hair and semen."
Blood, ashes..."
Xiang Que frowned, raised his head and asked, "Where can I find him?"
"There are definitely no people in the country who can perform this kind of head-dropping technique. It's just in those three places, Malay, Indonesia and the Philippines. In Indonesia and the Philippines, the main ones are talisman-dropping and corpse-dropping. Unkind ghosts are dropped.
, so if you want to look for someone, your first destination is Malay. In the early years, before you went to Gujing Temple, I once met a head-downing master from Malay. He was also Chinese, named Cai Xili. You go
You can go to him in Malay. It will be much easier for you to find someone if you have him as a guide. He owed me a lot of favors and has never used them. If you go to him and show off the name of Gujing Temple, he will naturally transfer the favors.
It's still with you, it's something you can't rely on, and he doesn't have the guts to trick you, so you can trust him," the old Taoist said.
Xiang Que hummed. Having this connection saved him a lot of trouble, at least he no longer had to blindly hunt for people.
The old Taoist walked up to Xiang Que, held his shoulders, and said softly: "When you go to Malay, you have to be careful. The art of lowering the head is not prohibited in that place. On the contrary, the head-lowering master has a high status in the local area.
Many high-ranking figures in the Malay political parties are friends with the jihadists, so the status of the jihadists in Malaysia is very respected. Rich and powerful people are happy to make friends with them. When you go there, you have to be careful and don't get along easily.
"The master who surrenders his head makes enemies"
At this point, the old Taoist's words suddenly became sharp. He squinted his eyes and said softly: "Of course, if someone offends you, you don't have to be timid. You have to know that you are a person from Gujing Temple. If you can't do it, you can't."
Your senior brother, you and your senior brother are joined by your uncle and me. We are your strongest backing. Anyone who dares to offend China will be punished no matter how far away we are, even if we chase them to their base camp...
····If someone lowers his head on Wanwan, that means he has violated our ancient well concept. You can just kill him. We don’t take the initiative to cause trouble, but we will definitely not be afraid if something happens. Master, I have a message for you,
Just go ahead and do it, you can make people understand the truth, what we Gujing Guan is doing is not a matter, it is called news."
Xiang Que pursed his lips and said with red eyes: "Sorry for your trouble."
"Hey..." The old Taoist patted him heavily on the shoulder. He had mixed feelings for a while. There was only so much he could do for Xiang Que now.
After the master and apprentice finished explaining, the Taoist nun standing aside picked up Wanwan and said: "Set off as soon as possible, go early and come back early. You can rest assured that your child is here with your master, and he will definitely keep her safe. You go to Malay
Let Qingling accompany you."
Xiang Que turned his head and glanced at the woman next to him, and refused deliberately: "Well, don't bother me. I can just go there myself."
"You think I'm willing to follow? You want something from that person's body to be used as a medicine guide. Without my guidance, you won't be able to figure it out at all," Qing Ling muttered in a low voice.
Xiang Que bowed his hands and said, "That's troublesome."
Things have developed to this point, which is considered relatively comprehensive for Xiang Que. After removing the ghosts from her body, at least she doesn't have to worry about being haunted by lonely ghosts when she is not around.
As for the fate of being changed, we can only leave it to fate. At the worst, Xiangque can simply let Wanwan enter Jingci Temple when he grows up, or go to Tibetan areas to worship under the disciples of the great Bodhisattva, stay away from the world and avoid dust, which will naturally reduce the number of people.
Although many Luo chaos will lead to a lifetime of misery, the degree will be reduced a lot.
But in this way, everything that a good child once enjoyed has become a fleeting thing. She has to eat fast and chant Buddha's name all her life. She lives in a very limited area and has no contact with ordinary people. There will be no distinction between men and women in her world.
Emotions, the love of relatives, and the company of friends are just green lanterns, ancient Buddhas and temples, as if I am living in another world.
Maybe throughout her life, Wanwan will never know that she had a mother who died shortly after she was born, nor a father who worked hard for her. She will always think that she is a fatherless person.
Her mother's orphan abandoned her shortly after she was born.
The most cruel thing in the world is this, but if you complete your numerology, you will be guilty of the evil star and the lonely widow. If you don't do this, you may hurt more people.
But behind the scenes, there will always be a man silently complaining, also for the rest of his life.
Both father and daughter are alive in the world, but they live as if they are separated by heaven and earth, unable to see each other for the rest of their lives.
Three days after Xiang Que arrived at Jingci Temple in Tianshan, he left without stopping, heading to Malaysia with Qing Ling.
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