This shocking event lasted for a whole year.
He couldn't figure out what key words he had said to make Jing Xian so excited.
What is this, a self-introduction for a blind date? How come Jing Xian is so skilled? How many times must he have rehearsed this
Moreover, why does Jingxian emphasize that he has no mother
Is he seeking comfort? Is he trying to express that no amount of wealth can buy back the love of his family? Or is he hinting at something
Lu Yingjiu felt like his head was like a heating machine, all noisy and chaotic.
It's like a student doing a reading comprehension test and just can't figure out what the questioner meant.
Jing Xian was still looking at him expectantly, waiting for his reaction.
Lu Yingjiu hesitated for a long time and said, "Uh, I'm so sorry?"
Jingxian:
Lu Yingjiu: "Please accept your mother's matter with all your heart. The dead..." He wanted to say that the dead cannot be resurrected, but considering that Jingxian's mother might also be a ghost, he changed his words halfway, "Ghosts cannot be resurrected. You have to live well. Uh, I mean you have to die well."
After he finished speaking, he felt that what he said was stupid and weird.
Jing Xian: “… ?”
Why was Lu Yingjiu's reaction different from what he imagined!
There was silence in the car for a while, and the two looked at each other, both full of confusion.
But Lu Yingjiu was still confused about the last sentence, and asked again: "So what's your mother's situation..."
The vast majority of priests were born from the negative energy of the ghost world.
There are very few cases where the ghosts gain merits after death and can be promoted to priests.
Jing Xian quickly replied: "In this case, if you fall into the water, I will definitely save you."
Lu Yingjiu: “Huh?”
Jing Xian grabbed his hand and promised sincerely: "No matter how many times you fall into the water, I will save you!"
Lu Yingjiu’s brain froze for a few seconds, then he turned the corner.
"What?" He laughed. "Jing Xian, you've been thinking about something all day. How could I not be bothered by such a problem?"
"Really?" Jing Xian said.
"Yeah. Besides, I'm not a good swimmer. Even if your mother and I fell into the water together, I was the one who pulled her ashore."
"Oh..." Jing Xian hesitated for a few seconds, "Oh yes, I forgot one thing: if the doctor asks me, I will definitely save the baby."
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
Lu Yingjiu rubbed his brows and said, "Jingxian, you know that men can't have children, right? And doctors don't ask this kind of question. Unborn children are not considered natural persons, so adults will definitely be given priority."
"So that's how it is," Jing Xian was stunned for a second, "It seems that the TV dramas I watched were all wrong."
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
He didn't even want to ask Jing Xian what he had seen: he knew that the result would definitely shock him again.
Jing Xian said: "I just want to say that you will never have to worry about food or clothing if you marry into my family, so don't worry."
Lu Yingjiu said, "Oh."
He paused, then he realized that Jing Xian's purpose was probably to simply show off his capital.
But what the hell was going on? He couldn't help but laugh - only Jing Xian could do this kind of thing.
"So," Jing Xian looked at his face and asked cautiously, "What do you think of my conditions?"
The topic is finally back.
Lu Yingjiu smiled: "If we really follow the human standards for choosing a spouse, you are almost impeccable. If you were to go on a blind date show, you would definitely make everyone explode in the first round."
Jing Xian was very satisfied after hearing this: he was indeed very competitive and it would be just a matter of time before he could catch a wife.
In such joy, the off-road vehicle drove very fast on the muddy road, stirring up circles of mud and water as it headed towards the foot of the mountain.
…
Two little girls behind.
Lu Yingjiu and Jingxian walked at the foot of the mountain.
The wind after the rain carried thick water vapor, and the sky was still dark and gloomy, as if it was about to rain again.
Along the way, Lu Yingjiu did see quite a few spider webs among the trees.
If you accidentally kick a stone, a spider will pop out from underneath, with eight long legs spread out, running very fast in the blink of an eye. Just walking on the road at the foot of the mountain, you can see a lot of spiders of all sizes, of all kinds.
Fortunately, Lu Yingjiu is not afraid of insects. If it were Xiao Li, he would definitely be terrified and feel dizzy all the way.
But no matter how you look at it, they are just ordinary spiders and have no special reaction to the talisman paper.
Lu Yingjiu lifted the stone at his feet again.
A long-legged spider below ran away quickly.
The spider was about the size of a palm, with a yellow-white horizontal band on its head and thorax.
White-fronted stilt spider.
This type of spider usually lives indoors and preys on insects such as cockroaches and moths. There are also some in the wild, but not so many. I saw a lot of them along the way.
Could it be that spiders are naturally active in this season
But that didn't explain the spider infestation outside his window.
Lu Yingjiu looked at the mountains again and suddenly stopped.
Not far from him, between two trees, a white-fronted stilt spider was slowly hanging down, pulling out spider silk from its tail.
is patiently weaving a big net to catch prey.
It seems like a very ordinary scene.
But this kind of spider obviously does not weave a web.
Just as Lu Yingjiu was about to take a closer look, the sky suddenly darkened.
boom!
It started raining again.
Thunder roared loudly, ringing in my ears. A few drops of rain as big as beans hit the spider web, breaking it into pieces. The spider couldn't hold on to the web and fell down.
It happened so quickly that Lu Yingjiu made a gesture and a gust of wind blew up. It gently lifted the spider up and dropped it at his feet.
The spider wanted to escape, but was stopped by the invisible wind wall and could only stay where it was pitifully.
Lu Yingjiu was just racking his brains over how to take the cat away when Jing Xian handed him a small glass bottle.
The man took the glass bottle, put it down, turned it over, screwed on the lid, and caught the spider.
There was another loud thunder and the rain was getting heavier.
Before Lu Yingjiu could take a closer look at the spider, Jing Xian stopped her and said, "Get in the car first to avoid the rain, or you'll catch a cold."
Although Lu Yingjiu had just finished taking a shower, he didn't care about the rain. It was just a matter of going back to change clothes or take another shower.
But Jing Xian seemed much more anxious than him. He trotted and took him around the rippling lake and back to the car.
As soon as I sat down, Jing Xian handed me a small towel: "Wipe it with this, remember to wipe your hair as well."
Lu Yingjiu asked: "How many things did you bring with you? There are glass bottles and towels here."
He looked at the bag Jing Xian was carrying. It was just an ordinary backpack and he didn't see it could hold so many things.
… He never expected that there would be a skull in it.
"It's really not much." Jing Xian said, "By the way, do you want hot water and a warming patch? There are also four or five kinds of cold medicines. You can try to see which one is suitable for you. Why are you looking at me like that? Are you feeling cold? I have a forehead thermometer that you can use."
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
He stopped Doraemon from holding the thermometer with one hand, gave up arguing about the issue, rubbed his hair and said, "I'm fine. You can wipe yourself too."
Jing Xian then gave up.
Lu Yingjiu put the towel around his neck and continued to look down at the spider.
The spider was in there, too, looking back at him with its eight eyes.
Lu Yingjiu shook the bottle gently.
Not moving at all.
He looked the spider over.
A drop of rain trembled along his crow-feather-like eyelashes, and finally fell, wetting a corner of the seat.
Lu Yingjiu wiped the water off his face with a towel, raised the bottle and paused.
There was a human face at the bottom of the bottle!
At this moment, even Lu Yingjiu felt a little tingling on his scalp.
The person's face looked painful, with his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to shout something.
Looking more closely, I realized that it was actually the shape of the spider's abdominal hairs, but it was so realistic that it was scary.
Lu Yingjiu narrowed her eyes, took out her cell phone, took a photo, and sent it to Ye Feng and Xiao Li.
The two didn't reply, probably because they were busy.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, crackling and dancing on the roof. The whole world was noisy and even the lake not far away could not be seen clearly.
Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, Lu Yingjiu thought about going back to the hotel first to discuss things with Ye Feng and the others.
On the way back, Jingxian happened to see a few people wearing black raincoats walking across the street.
He walked very fast, and no one knew where he was going in this weather.
Lu Yingjiu had a good memory. With a quick glance, he recognized that those people were all from the village. One of them seemed to be the secretary of the village chief Feng Mao - a man in his thirties, dark and thin, and said to be a top student who had attended a good university.
He asked Jingxian to stop the car, rolled down the window and said to the group of people: "Be careful not to walk around here. The spider has already bitten two or three people."
It was raining heavily overhead. As soon as the window was lowered, raindrops began to fly into the car.
The secretary said, "What spiders? The ones on the mountain?"
Lu Yingjiu nodded: "Yes."
The human-faced spider is still in the glass bottle. Of course, according to the old rules, he will not show it to these people unless it is absolutely necessary.
"Oh, I've seen a lot of that kind of thing." The secretary looked nonchalant, "Only people like you get bitten. I run in the mountains all day long, and I've never seen anyone get bitten. Besides, even if you get bitten, it will only hurt for a few days and heal quickly. You're just a delicate person."
The people nearby laughed slightly when they heard this.
This attitude is really unpleasant.
Lu Yingjiu's expression did not change. He handed over a few amulets and said, "Take this first."
"This is all superstition. I don't believe in it." The secretary waved his hands repeatedly, "You should go back and have a rest. When the mudslide is over, leave immediately and don't do the live broadcast anymore."
Lu Yingjiu insisted on giving it.
After several refusals, the secretary thought it was too much trouble and just casually reached out to take it: "Okay, okay, I'll take it and that's it."
He wanted to take the amulet from Lu Yingjiu's hand.
But there was no sudden movement and Lu Yingjiu did not let go.
The secretary was stunned for a moment and looked inside the car.
Lu Yingjiu was staring at him intently. Her beautiful brown eyes were very clear, and it seemed as if there was his reflection in them, but also as if there was nothing at all.
The next second, Lu Yingjiu let go of his hand and smiled at him: "Hold it well, don't lose it."
The secretary mumbled something quietly, but no one knew what he was saying.
Jingxian drove back to the hotel.
He parked the SUV and went to take a look at the room of the man in red.
Although the patient's wound was still very red and swollen, his fever had subsided and his face was no longer pale. He quietly fell asleep wrapped in a quilt.
Lu Yingjiu took his temperature and drew two new talismans for him.
Before leaving, the man in red asked him, "So, do you know what this spider is? I go to the mountains all year round, and I've never seen such a poisonous spider. It's almost as poisonous as a venomous snake!"
Lu Yingjiu shook her head gently: "The situation is still unclear, so try not to go there again."
The girl in red agreed repeatedly.
After saying goodbye to Hong Yizi, Lu Yingjiu went upstairs to Ye Feng's room.
While he and Jing Xian went to the foot of the mountain, Ye Feng and Xiao Li checked the entire hotel just to look for spiders.
Xiao Li was particularly afraid of spiders, cockroaches, and the like. The giant flying cockroaches at the Sidong slaughterhouse had already frightened him enough. Now he was asked to find a spider, and he was in a state of ecstasy the whole time.
But the mission was accomplished.
They put talismans all over the hotel and found many spiders.
Like most spiders Lu Yingjiu had encountered, they were very common spiders, nothing special, walking with long legs and eight round eyes.
Lu Yingjiu showed him the human-faced spider in the glass bottle.
The two studied it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.
Originally, the Ye family said they would come over, but because of the mudslide, the plan was temporarily shelved. Now he can only rely on his own research.
Ye Feng said: "Isn't this what the unusual pattern looks like?"
"It's hard to say." Lu Yingjiu shook his head.
Ye Feng added, "It's okay. You can go back to the house and rest first. You must be tired from going up and down the mountain and running around to look for spiders. Xiao Li and I will go over later and ask the villagers about the situation."
Xiao Li was paralyzed in bed again: "I never dreamed that exorcising ghosts would involve dealing with such anti-human creatures... Spiders, mosquitoes, cockroaches, what sin have I committed..."
Lu Yingjiu said: "Spiders are beneficial insects, and cockroaches also have medicinal value - do you know Kangfuxin Liquid? It is an extract of American cockroaches."
Xiao Li's face immediately turned pale, as if he was about to vomit. He said, "What about mosquitoes? Mosquitoes can't possibly have any value in existence, right?"
"Indeed," Lu Yingjiu said, "Mosquitoes are very likely a species that, even if it becomes extinct, will have no impact on the ecological balance. So all creatures have spirits, except mosquitoes."
Xiao Li got a satisfactory answer and lay down while cursing the mosquito.
Ye Feng is still studying the human-faced spider.
Lu Yingjiu pulled a chair, sat down opposite him, and asked, "Does the matter of the sanatorium have anything to do with the village?"
"What do you mean?" Ye Feng was stunned. "No, this village is full of ordinary people. What can it have to do with ghosts? The sanatorium is a big deal. The Ye family also suspected it, but after studying it over and over again, they think it must be the good feng shui of the village that prevented ghosts from coming in."
He then asked, "Or do you think there is something fishy about this?"
"… It's not a big deal, but there is something strange about this village." Lu Yingjiu said, "Ye Feng, do you know the proportion of left-handed people?"
"I don't know." Ye Feng was even more confused.
Lu Yingjiu said: "This kind of data is difficult to investigate, and it is generally believed that the proportion of congenital left-handed people is about 10%. Nowadays, many parents find that their children are left-handed and deliberately correct them to be right-handed, so the actual proportion may be lower."
"So?" Ye Feng scratched his head. "In other words, I am the kind of person who was corrected by my parents to be right-handed. I can hold a pen and write with my left hand, but I am used to using my right hand to do things on a daily basis."
"Yesterday evening, Jingxian and I went to distribute amulets," Lu Yingjiu said, "they were just the most common amulets."
He took out one and handed it to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng took it subconsciously, looked at it in his hand, but couldn't figure out what it was. The pattern was very clear and beautiful, and he said, "Isn't this what you drew? I can't find any fault with it."
Lu Yingjiu asked: "Which hand did you use to take it?"
Ye Feng took a look: "Right hand."
"Most people receive things with their dominant hand naturally," Lu Yingjiu said. "I handed out more than two dozen amulets yesterday, and everyone who opened the door for me received it with their left hand. And when we first arrived, there was a group of children playing games at the entrance of the village. Whether they were flying kites or playing catch, the hand that exerted force was their left hand."
He paused, then continued, "I just met Feng Mao's secretary. When I handed him the talisman paper, he also took it with his left hand. It was a completely subconscious action."
Ye Feng was completely confused: "Ah? They are all left-handed? All left-handed people in the whole village?"
"It's very likely." Lu Yingjiu nodded. "According to natural proportions or popular culture, this is impossible. My guess is that there may be some kind of tradition in the village. Didn't your second master mention it?"
"No, I have no recollection of it at all." Ye Feng said, "But you know, I don't even remember what 'Paying a Mountain' is, and I may have forgotten a lot of things... How about this, when Xiao Li and I go there, we'll ask about it."
Lu Yingjiu and Jing Xian went back to their room.
After a busy day, she was indeed very tired. Lu Yingjiu heated a cup of milk and placed it on the bedside, then changed into home clothes.
The home clothes were one size too big and were baggy on him, revealing his slender neck and beautiful collarbone.
He was drinking milk and reading a book.
There was a sound of water in the bathroom. Two minutes after the sound stopped, Jing Xian came out, covered in steam.
Lu Yingjiu flipped through a few more pages of the book.
But his mind was actually no longer on the book.
He raised his eyes to look at Jing Xian and said, "I have a question I want to ask you."
"What?" Jing Xian suddenly became alert and sat down beside his bed.
Lu Yingjiu smelled the cool fragrance on his body again—after taking a shower, the smell was not covered by the shower gel, but became more obvious.
He asked, "It's the same question we asked in the car... I'm quite curious, you have such good conditions, why did the master trick you into marrying me?"
It is also very normal for priests to marry each other.
Those who are willing to marry a living being are usually little ghosts.
Jing Xian was stunned for a moment: "Fool?"
"Yes, it was the Jianghu master who hosted my wedding." Lu Yingjiu said, "He placed your tombstone here. Although I can't see your name and birth date, he still called you here."
Unexpectedly, Jing Xian looked bewildered and said, "I was not called here. I don't even have a tombstone in the world of the living."
Road to welcome wine:
Jing Xian suddenly realized something: "You don't think that this is an arranged marriage. We were both fooled and got married without knowing what was going on?"
This time, I was at a loss when I changed my route to welcome the wine.
He said, "Isn't it?"
"Of course not!" Jing Xian was very excited, and then Lu Yingjiu was grabbed by the hand by him again, with such force that he almost spilled the milk in his hand on the quilt.
Jing Xian looked at him and said, "Don't worry about your lousy master. He's not good enough and couldn't summon any ghosts. I came here on my own. I came here specifically to find you!"
Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a few seconds.
There was a gleam in Jing Xian's eyes, as if there was a flame burning.
He remembered that Jing Xian once told him, "Our fate started much earlier than you thought."
At that time, he thought Jing Xian was expressing his deep affection and didn't take it seriously.
But now...
Lu Yingjiu asked: "Have we... ever had a connection?"
"Yes." Jing Xian said, "But I can't tell you. You have to wait until you remember it yourself."
Lu Yingjiu knew what he meant.
If it was really a past event in the mortal world, Jing Xian told him directly that it was restricted by the law. He might have to pay the price of his life, and as a priest, Jing Xian had a more severe punishment.
Just like those fortune tellers who are always right in their predictions, if they reveal too many secrets, they will suffer misfortune.
That is the invisible law of heaven that exists in the sky. It does not tolerate any blasphemy or provocation, and it constrains both ghosts and humans.
The exorcist certainly understands this.
This is especially true for aristocratic families.
For example, the huge, sharply written inscription in Ye Deyong’s office reads “The Way of Heaven,” which refers to this thing.
Jing Xian said: "But, when you think about it, it won't be obvious. Because to be precise, it's my fate, not yours."
"What do you mean?" Lu Yingjiu held the milk and tilted his head.
"Because to you, it's a trivial matter." Jing Xian said, "So trivial that you can't even remember it."
But for him, it was a dramatic change in his life, which he would never forget.
Jing Xian added: "Actually, I still have a lot of things I want to tell you and show you."
There are some things that cannot be seen unless you go to the ghost world.
He had no way of showing Lu Yingjiu the grand spectacle of hundreds of ghosts making a pilgrimage, nor did he have any way of leading Lu Yingjiu to walk in the abyss of the ghost world, letting the strong wind blow up the corners of his clothes - right in the middle was a tree full of flowers, blooming lavishly every minute and every second.
The wind blew and white flowers flew everywhere, carrying with them a faint light and a cold fragrance, falling into the abyss like snow.
However, the abyss has no end, so there is no end to my fall. The time in the ghost world is endless, the life of the priest is infinite, and this long river of petals is also eternal.
The flower blooms in an instant and withers in an instant, the white flower is nameless, life and death are in a moment.
That is also where he was born.
Jing Xian said: "It's a pity that those things are not very convenient to display."
"What is it?" Lu Yingjiu asked, "Can you show it without making it too big?"
A casual smile.
What he was thinking about was enjoying the flowers, and it would be best if he could find a few beautiful ones to give to Lu Yingjiu along with a big diamond ring.
Little did he know that he was sitting on Lu Yingjiu's bed, very close to her. His body temperature was hot after taking a shower, and he was holding Lu Yingjiu's hand tightly. If he moved closer, he could press her directly onto the bed. It was an extremely dangerous posture and distance.
His eyes were bright, and his smile was full of the evil and aggressiveness of the past. He said, "You will know when you see it. It will be a pleasant surprise. You will definitely like it and will not be able to put it down."
Lu Yingjiu: “?!”
He looked at the two people's postures again and again, and didn't even bother to drink the milk. He reached out to button his collar, covering his collarbone and a large area of fair skin, then crawled into the bed, covering himself tightly, and stared at Jing Xian with a pair of eyes that contained a warning.
Jingxian: