In the Taoist temple, Song Qing was reporting work to a man who looked to be in his forties. At the end of his speech, he said: "Master, uncle and the others, and Shen Zhigang's family will arrive tomorrow. The specific practice time will be arranged the day after tomorrow. You can see it in the evening."
May I?"
"As long as you make the arrangements." The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction.
As soon as he finished speaking, two heads popped out of the door.
A smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face and he said, "Come in, you two."
Song Xi and Feizhu walked in. Song Xi found a chair and jumped on to lie down. Feizhu walked to the edge and sat upright.
When she saw clearly the appearance of the middle-aged man, she became uneasy.
The middle-aged man seemed to be the one who once told her fortune and told her to stop talking.
"you you you you you!"
"Yes, it's me." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Fang Wu, you can just call me Lao Fang."
Song Xi rushed to the middle-aged man's feet and hugged his thigh, "Old Fang, please tell me how to be a good person."
That's what's good about being a cat: being reserved and polite.
If you like her, beg for kisses, hugs, and lift her up. If you don't like her, be cold and isolated, or even violent.
Feizhu on the side was also very happy. After he was happy, he felt disappointed again. He was happy because Song Xi was expected to get what he wanted as a person, but he was disappointed that his friend was about to fly away, just like an old father marrying his daughter.
"We haven't found a way yet." Lao Fang sighed, and Feizhu's disappointed heart floated up again.
"But don't worry, there will always be a way. You should contact Song Qing more often, and I will tell him if I have any news." After saying that, he turned to Feizhu and said: "Hello Feizhu, I am the writer of your novel.
Book lover, I have admired you for a long time, can you sign your autograph for me?" After saying that, he took out a book and ink pad.
Flying Pig: "." He stretched out his paw and poked the ink pad, then made a paw print.
On the way back, Feizhu said: Why do I feel like I have been betrayed?
Which book lover would usually prepare other people's books and ink pads, just waiting for the day to meet the author?
Song Xi couldn't understand it either. He just thought that the world was so big and there were all kinds of people.
On the evening of the third day, Song Xi rarely went out to look for food. After dinner, she quietly left the woodshed with the flying pig that had also finished eating.
A cat and a dog ran towards the Taoist temple under the cover of night.
The last conversation between Lao Fang and Song Qing aroused their curiosity, and the two of them decided to go and gain knowledge tonight.
There were layers of dark clouds gathering in the night sky, and there was no trace of moonlight or starlight.
When they arrived, Song Qing and another young man in the temple were making final preparations.
The two of them sneaked into the main hall while they were ready to leave. Feizhu hid under the altar table. There was a skirt around the table, so Feizhu could only look out through the gap in the skirt.
Song Xi grabbed the curtain and climbed onto the beam. Not daring to breathe, she quietly lay down.
Looking down from a high place, everything in the hall comes into view effortlessly. If the lights are turned off at this time, and someone on the ground looks up, they can see a pair of shining eyes above the beams, like two
A small searchlight.
People came over one after another.
Lao Fang and two other middle-aged men, Song Qing and a young man held by two strong men.
Lao Fang was dressed in regular clothes, the two middle-aged men were wearing purple Taoist robes, and Song Qing was wearing yellow Taoist robes. They were holding a clay pot in their hands with patterns that Song Xi couldn't understand. He put the pottery pot on the altar table.
The young man was tied up with ropes. For the first time, Song Xi understood that being skinny was realistic and not an exaggeration. He was like a skeleton wearing human skin.
The strong man did not leave after putting down the young man, but stood guard on the left and right.
The young man's head hung limply.
After the middle-aged man finished getting dressed, Lao Fang said, "Let's get started."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man opened his eyes.
Song Xi felt a great danger enveloped her, and the hair all over her body stood on end.
If one of the two snakes at the beginning was a terrifying unit, Song Xi at this time felt oppressive as he was surrounded by those snakes at all 360 degrees.
She wanted to run away, but her body refused to obey her orders. She clung tightly to the pillars connected to the beam to prevent her from falling.
Lao Fang knocked on the chime. As the chime sounded, the pressure receded like a tide.
"It's useless unless you get rid of him." The young man laughed strangely.
"It's over, I have the next one, and the next one."
"So what if you can seal me up? The last person who sealed me has turned to ashes. I'm still here." The young man shouted to himself.
Several people ignored him and carried out the ceremony in an orderly manner.
As the sound of chanting the mantra sounded, the young man became more and more violent.
A strong wind blew outside the house, and there was lightning and thunder among the clouds.
Several people present were attentive and solemn as heavy rain poured down.
The disappearing pressure swept over again, and Song Xi felt like he was about to explode. All the lights in the hall flashed a few times, then went out with a snap.
Song Qing spat out a mouthful of blood with a pop. The tied young man slumped down and Lao Fang closed the lid of the clay pot.
The jar began to shake on its own on the altar table, and thunder outside the window seemed to be chasing something. Lightning illuminated the room brightly.
Each bolt of lightning was followed by a sound of thunder, which seemed to fall all around the hall.
The jar on the table was swinging more and more, and it was about to roll off the table.
In Song Xi's dark green night vision, just as the jar was about to fall off the table, Song Xi saw for a moment that the entire village had turned into a deserted village. Everyone was gone, including Grandma Zhang.
She couldn't control it anymore, jumped off the beam, landed on the altar table, kicked the jar out of the hall with her legs, and landed under a tree. When it shattered, a bolt of lightning struck down, landing on the tree and the jar.
, with the sound of "ah", the world became pure.
Not only did the feeling that my brain was about to burst disappeared.
The wind, rain, thunder and lightning outside also disappeared at that moment.
If it weren't for the rainwater flowing on the ground, Song Xi wouldn't be able to believe that what just happened was real.
Song Qing walked to the side hall and took an emergency lighting lamp and put it on the table.
The young man who helped with the preparation work carried an electrician's bag, moved a ladder, climbed up and connected the lights in twos and twos. It seemed that he had done this kind of work before.
Lao Fang walked up to the young man who fainted on the ground, checked him out, and said to the two strong men: He is very weak now. You can temporarily take him to stay here to recuperate. You can go back after he recovers a little. He is at home.
Take good care of yourself for a while before going to school.
The two of them thanked him profusely. One of them untied the rope from his body, and the other squatted down and carried him to the side room.
The two purple-clad priests were sitting on chairs, leaning against the backs of the chairs, looking overworked.
"I originally thought it was just a slightly more powerful character, but I didn't expect it to be the one that Master once sealed." One of them said, "Some scenes of the relationship between Master and it just flashed through."
"I'm still careless. Fortunately, this cat is there. Where's the cat?" Another stood up and looked around.
