"Hi, the number you dialed is turned off."
Sang Yu put down her phone, with a crying expression on her face.
Murong sat quietly on the sofa with an indifferent expression, as usual.
"Murong, let me take you to the hospital."
"No need, the hospital in the wounded yang room can't cure it."
Sang Yu sat beside Murong, wanted to shake Mu Rong's hand, but took it back.
"The porridge is ready, let's eat first, shall we?"
"Is Meow here?"
"Master Murong, what are your orders~" Ah Miao threw herself on Murong.
"She's at."
Mu Rong reported a series of numbers and asked Ah Miao to call.
"The prompt is not in the service area."
"Amiao said, it's not in the service area."
"knew."
Murong felt a little heavy in his heart: something happened to Hao Jiefang, one day in the world of the earth, ten days in the underworld, how important is the token of Death God Academy? Hao Jiefang didn't come to pick it up for a month.
Murong stood up slowly, and Sang Yu held her arm: "The restaurant is over here~"
"I have no appetite."
"Eat a little bit, okay?"
Murong sighed lightly and nodded.
Sang Yu supported Mu Rong to sit down at the dining table: "I... can I feed you?"
"No need."
Unexpectedly refusing, Sang Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, and handed the spoon to Murong's hand.
But when she looked at Murong's hand, pressed it on the table and groped a little bit, found the porridge bowl, and when she picked it up, her chest felt tight.
Even Ah Miao, who was hanging on Mu Rong's body, jumped off her body when she saw this scene.
The appearance of Murong eating the porridge quietly while holding the porridge bowl made people feel distressed.
In front of him, there were two delicate fried dishes, but Murong could only eat the porridge with his head down.
Sang Yu took a pair of chopsticks, picked up some vegetables and put them on the spoon, Murong froze: "Thank you."
"Sang Yu, do you think Master Murong will always be like this?"
Sang Yu shook his head, without taking his eyes off Murong for a moment, he found the right time to add food to Murong.
"Seeing Lord Murong like this, I'm so sad."
Sang Yu sighed silently, lowering her eyes.
Who is not
A bowl of porridge quickly bottomed out: "I'll get you another bowl!"
"I'm stuffed."
"You have been sleeping for three days, how can a bowl of porridge be enough?"
After finishing speaking, seeing Murong's thin lips pressed together, Sang Yu had no choice but to change her words: "Then go and have a rest first, and eat some fruit later?"
"Um."
"Should we go back to the room and rest, or sit on the sofa for a while?"
"I want to bask in the sun."
Sang Yu's nose was sore, she looked at Ah Miao, and saw the same sadness in the other's eyes.
In winter in the north, the days are short and the nights are long. At this time, the sun has already set and the dusk is all in one.
The interval of silence was short, but Murong caught it keenly: "Go and sit on the sofa for a while."
"good."
"Tuk tuk..."
"Ah, let's see who it is."
"Okay~"
Sang Yu helped Mu Rong to sit on the sofa, and Ah Miao floated back: "Sang Yu, the elder sister has returned."
"That's great!"
"What's wrong?"
"Murong, my cousin is here, can I invite her in?"
"OK."
"Sang Yu, the eldest sister's head was pushed back."
"ah?"
Sang Yu opened the door and saw Sang Tong sitting in a wheelchair with a plaster cast on his right leg, followed by two bodyguards in black with a combination box in their hands.
"Sister Tongtong, you are..."
"It's a long story, let's go in and talk about it."
"good."
The bodyguard pushed Sang Tong into the door: "Miss Sang, Mr. Zhang said that your medical expenses will be fully borne by the company."
"Go back and help me, thank you Mr. Zhang. I couldn't solve it all at once. I'm sorry. I suggest that the mall declare its interior decoration to the public. It would be better not to open for the time being. Please tell Mr. Zhang for me. I, Sang Tong, will be responsible for this matter to the end. Please ask her rest assured."
"Okay, I will convey it, then, let's take our leave first."
"No more."
"Goodbye, Miss Sang."
Sang Yu pushed Sang Tong in: "Sister Tongtong, what did you do? I called you, but I couldn't get through."
Sang Tong grinned: "This is what I said was unlucky, the methods are too harsh, and you have to bear some karma. Hey, I made a call, and the ancestor told me that it is not suitable to go out for a while, but I have promised others before, so I have to go , and the result... Huh? Murong woke up?"
Mu Rong heard Sang Tong's words clearly. Anyone who can say such words is either a consummate charlatan or a real master.
Mu Rong couldn't see it, but Sang Tong was looking at her excitedly.
"Yuwa'er, push me over."
Sang Yu pushed Sang Tong in front of Murong. Sang Tong smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I am Sang Yu's cousin, and my name is Sang Tong."
Sang Yu quickly pressed Sang Tong's hand, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Sister Tongtong, after Mu Rong woke up, he couldn't see."
"What!?"
"sister!"
Sang Tong spread five fingers and waved in front of Murong: "How did your eyes hurt?"
Murong frowned, but did not answer.
Sang Tong had a clear expression on his face, and gave Mu Rong an appreciative glance: "Yuwa, you take Ah Miao out to buy a la carte, and have hot pot at night."
"Ah? Just let Sang Yu do this kind of thing by himself, and I can't bring things up..."
Sang Tong swung her eyes, Ah Miao swallowed her saliva, and with a flattering face, she nodded and bowed to please: "Hehe, is the eldest sister still dripping with cow's tears? I'll go, I'll go!"
Only Sang Tong and Mu Rong were left at home, Sang Tong said, "Can we talk now?"
"The affairs of the underworld are related to the secrets of heaven, so it is difficult to tell."
"Tsk tsk, the mouth is really strict. Although I haven't been down there, I still know a little about how to get there. If I guessed correctly, it was when the iron chicken pecked at the eyes when I passed Jinji Mountain?"
Mu Rong stared at Sang Tong, and if he didn't know what was going on, he would never think that she couldn't see her.
Sang Tong smiled, shook the wheelchair, came to the door, mentioned one of the combination boxes that the bodyguards helped her bring back, and shook it back in front of Murong: "Let me introduce again, my name is Sang Tong, I graduated from Huahua Religious Academy , I was selected when I was a freshman, and I went to Changmei Mountain to practice Taoism. I am both Zhengyi and Shangqing. I know you may not believe me, seeing is believing; you should see for yourself."
After speaking, he pasted a yellow talisman on top of Murong's head.
Mu Rong's body leaned limply on the sofa, and Mu Rong, whose clothes were in rags and wounded all over, floated out.
She glanced at her own body, and saw that the one attached to her head was actually a soul-shocking talisman specially used for the underworld, and asked coldly, "Where did you get this talisman?"
"Oh, this? I picked it up in your living room before, and it was crumpled up and thrown aside. I thought it was waste paper, but when I opened it, it turned out to be a good thing. I took it back and studied it, and drew it casually." One piece, is the effect good?"
There was a confident smile on Sang Tong's face, and the matter of drawing the talisman was said lightly.
Only she knew that she drew hundreds of pictures before she got such a usable one.
Thinking of this, Mu Rong's gaze became even hotter. After practicing it, he can appreciate Mu Rong's horror and preciousness even more.
Although Sang Tong possesses two righteous ways, when it comes to drawing talismans, what he pays attention to is the "power of thought" of the ascetic.
With the development of science and technology, electronic products are everywhere, filling people's lives, but also polluting human spiritual power.
Make people unknowingly: think about TV series, think about money, think about career, think about games, think about trifles in the world of mortals, this has become an objective fact that human beings cannot control.
Although Sang Tong is very talented, he has stood out from the "mortal world" after all. His mental power has been irreversibly polluted and his mind power is impure.
The Shangqing Sect, also known as the Maoshan Sect, stored ancient books that had been lost for hundreds, even thousands of years, in the Special Events Handling Bureau; there were a large number of spells recorded on them, and Sang Tong practiced hard for three years, and he got a little fur.
By chance, for Sang Yu, she came to Shanyang City. When she saw the "Ksitigarbha Heart Sutra Wall" under Murong's cloth, Sang Tong was extremely shocked.
Most of the spells are from Taoism, and Buddhism emphasizes chanting sutras, but there is someone who can combine Buddhism and Taoism to "materialize" the scriptures, which is simply a genius!
What made Sang Tong even more fancy was the other party's terrifying power of thought, which was absolutely impossible without decades of penance.
However, Mu Rong is so young.
At that moment, Sang Tong was deeply shocked, and at the same time felt a little jealous.
Afterwards, Sang Tong blamed herself secretly, it seemed that her mind was not strong enough to have such vulgar thoughts.
How could such a genius not be discovered by the Bureau
You know, their director is a "lunatic" who is thirsty for talents. In the ancient scrolls of the Qing Dynasty, there are countless spells recorded, and he has been struggling to find someone with "big power of thought" to create them...
Soon, Sang Tong had the answer: Murong was actually a errand.
Through Sang Yu's narration and her own observations, she figured out the reason why Murong was able to keep his thoughts pure: Murong's family didn't have TV, computer, or wifi.
No wonder.
Many years ago, their bureau adopted a group of abandoned babies, trained them specially, and put an end to all electronic products, in order to cultivate "big thoughts", but ended in failure.
As for the reason
The influence of external factors is only a part, and the most important thing is talent, otherwise, wouldn't the ancients have achieved the Tao
For a person like Mu Rong who is gifted to live in the world of mortals but not polluted by the world, there is hardly one person in a hundred thousand or a million people.
The more Sang Tong thought about it, the happier she was, shaking the wheelchair, and opened her password boxes one by one: "You can see for yourself, this is my property."
Murong took a closer look, and found that the items in the eight password boxes were all ancient relics, each of which was shining with gold, and the powerful skills of generations of users remained on them.
Convinced that what Sang Tong said was true, Mu Rong turned to ask: "What do you want?"
Sang Tong looked at Mu Rong, and said with a smile: "Before we get down to business, let me add a word, you are in good shape."
The author has something to say: As a friendly reminder, the next few chapters may be a bit scary.