After a night, Zhang Luo woke up and looked at his phone. No one wanted to chat with him privately.
When I got up to wash up, there was a knock on the door.
"Luo'er, are you up?" Li Qingdai's voice sounded outside.
Zhang Luo spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth: "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Luo'er, Mom invited a master from Mingde Temple to do a ritual today to ward off disasters and evil spirits." Li Qingdai's voice sounded from outside the door, her voice was a little weak, as if she was afraid of disagreeing.
"Wait." Zhang Luo thought for a moment, washed his face in a hurry, and opened the door. He saw Li Qingdai's red and swollen eyes with dark circles, which shocked Zhang Luo.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? You're fine, what are you doing?" Zhang Luo felt a little guilty. Could it be that he was caught sneaking out last night?
"Mom was thinking that our family is in trouble these days, so we asked a mage to dispel evil spirits and keep us safe..." Li Qingdai looked at her son, with something inexplicable in her eyes.
Zhang Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as he didn't just trick himself into evil.
"Oh, Mom, you don't need to tell me this kind of thing. Although I don't believe it, I don't reject it either," Zhang Luo said.
Presumably, all kinds of strange and dangerous things happening these days have finally made Li Qingdai, a mother, feel uneasy. However, she is just an ordinary woman. She can't find any practical way to solve the problem and can only place her hope in the gods.
On matters of ghosts and gods.
I have to say, this is sad.
Zhang Luoke has never heard that monks or religious believers can deal with ghosts, and neither can Taoist priests.
But he was not prepared to stop his mother. As a child, he walked between life and death. This was already unfilial on his part, so he had to make his mother feel at ease.
Since there is no way to tell the truth, this is the only way to do it, it is better than her own random thoughts.
Li Qingdai also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "Mom, I'm afraid you'd say I'm superstitious. In fact, I don't believe this at all. It's just that something always happens to you these days. You become mysterious and always get hurt, and you don't tell me anything.
Later, I lost my memory in the vestibule square, and this time I fainted with injuries all over my body after coming out of Liugu Academy. Mom was really scared! I was afraid that one day..."
"Okay, Mom, these things are just coincidences! I'm hungry!" Zhang Luo interrupted Li Qingdai and pushed her downstairs, "Really, the current situation is just unstable. We won't go out these days.
No
Enough."
Of course that's impossible.
"That would be the best. Mom has baked some cakes for you, and the milk has been warmed. The master will probably arrive after eating. If you are studying..."
"You will help me with my studies, right mom? Don't go to school for the time being?" Zhang Luo interrupted Li Qingdai and said impatiently.
Li Qingdai's pale face finally turned a lot more rosy, and she looked at her son with a doting smile: "Mom means the same, don't look at me like this, I also graduated from the Foreign Languages Department of Jiuge University."
"Then if I want to learn Sang language, let's start with Sang language?" Zhang Luo said while eating cake.
The multi-ethnic mix of the Sun Islands is really annoying, especially the language. His English is better, at least foreigners can understand what he says, but the Sang language really only has "Baga" and "Yikku".
"Ya Zhudie" is at this level.
After these days of self-study, I have figured out the general language pattern, but if I really want to be dragged out on the street, I can only sign. He is not really a genius boy. If he wants to learn a language by himself in a week or two, I am afraid that he will not be able to do it in the future.
dream.
And as a destiny person, you must deal with the San people in this city. They have three religions and nine schools, and walk in the darkness of the city. If you don't understand the San language, and you don't know if you are betrayed by others, you can't go out to fight and bring an interpreter.
"Okay, okay, then you have to study hard. As a teacher, I won't be so gentle." Li Qingdai didn't know and said with a smile.
Although she didn't know why her son was suddenly so interested in Sang Yu, as a mother, Li Qingdai felt very pleased and even couldn't believe that this was her son who was tired of studying.
"Don't worry, I will be fine." Zhang Luo wiped his mouth, not surprised at all.
He has always been very confident in himself. As long as he wants to do something, he will succeed. The difference is only a matter of time.
He couldn't imagine how tired of studying he had been in this world. After all, it was not difficult for him. To a certain extent, except for the same face and the same mother, they were two different people.
, and couldn’t understand the reason why the corners of my mother’s eyes were moist.
At around 9:30, Li Qingdai and Zhang Luo greeted the so-called master at the gate of the community.
In fact, they are just a few professional monks driving local cars. They all wear suits and look like ordinary office workers. Except for their bare heads, they are almost
No difference.
However, the senior master who led them had a long white beard and wore a cassock, so he looked quite professional.
The few young people who came down also quickly changed their clothes and chanted "Amitabha". After everyone exchanged greetings, they went to Zhang Luo's house with their props and equipment. They said they had been quite busy recently.
Zhang Luo didn't say anything, but he knew why in his heart. He just hoped that Buddha would bless these people if they didn't encounter ghosts. He wouldn't expose anything. It's not easy for people to make a living and do all kinds of tricks.
Various things were set up, including incense tables, candlesticks, portraits, wooden fish bells, gongs and drums, and it was very lively, and Zhang Luo watched it lively.
Zhang Luo also let the kid out and watched the fun together.
The kid was so stupid that he didn't know what he was doing. He was running around happily, but ordinary people couldn't see him.
Li Qingdai went to cook and asked these masters to have dinner together at noon.
Zhang Luo had nothing to do, so he couldn't help but ran to the old monk sitting there and pretended to be casual: "Master, do you really know how to exorcise evil spirits and cast spells?"
The old monk had squinted his eyes to watch his disciple working as if he was napping. Then he opened his eyes and glanced at him: "Although it is said to be exorcising evil spirits, what it can dispel is confusion and all kinds of evil thoughts in people's minds. Our Buddha is merciful. This is also the case for religious people like us."
It is his duty. Believers will find a pure land. If the little benefactor does not believe in evil, there will naturally be no evil to get rid of."
"Tsk, this old monk is pretty good at it. At least he's not offensive."
It's a pity that this statement was originally okay and could be said to be quite politically correct religious statement. However, the ghosts and gods of the human heart appeared in reality, and a real horror emerged between life and death.
At the same time, Zhang Luo's eyes narrowed and he saw the kid Mo Lei dragging a puppet out from the table and dropping it to the ground. It was a wooden puppet that looked like an ancient woman, and it was still entangled with messy silk threads.
His voice was faint: "Master, you monks still like puppet shows?"
The monks who were beating the gongs and drums all stopped and stared blankly at the puppet that fell out of the exquisite shrine. The old monk who had been calm and composed could no longer enter meditation, and the scene fell into dead silence.
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