The author has something to say: Yesterday I wrote that there was a power outage, and I wrote that this man was lying on the bed, crushed by ghosts, conscious and unable to move his body.
The female ghost climbed up from the bottom of his feet, lying on his chest, and slowly raised her head...
Then there was a power outage at my house [manual goodbye].
I waited until after 4 o'clock in the morning and fell asleep when there was no call.
I woke up at noon and ate a Mala Tang. Half of the saved manuscript was lost. I thought about it and fixed the plot, otherwise my house would have a power outage.
It's just that on the night of the full moon every month, Jiajia Xinmart will close the door an hour earlier, and put two large iron buckets at the door for burning.
The image of Murong sitting among a group of children, patiently reading stories to them, and coaxing them to sleep, was deeply imprinted in Sang Yu's heart. .
Who would have thought that the young spirits that had been put aside for 30 years in the Underworld and Yangjian would be resolved peacefully and easily in this way
This incident gave Sang Tong a lot of inspiration, and also caused her to think.
Most cultivators don't like to encounter two kinds of evil spirits.
One is military spirits, they have strength and perseverance that other ghosts do not have, people with low cultivation bases will directly choose to retreat when encountering military spirits.
The other is the young spirit. The young spirit has almost never done any bad things before it was alive, so it will inevitably make people feel compassionate. However, the young spirit is immature, and after being affected by the hostility, the behavior is perverted and the thinking deviates, and it often behaves like ordinary people. Unforeseen actions.
She saw another possibility in Mu Rong.
Buddhism emphasizes transcendence, while Taoism emphasizes helping the world.
In the past 30 years, there have been so many capable people in the yin and yang worlds, but no one treats and deals with these young spirits as equal "human beings".
This is derived from human nature, and the idea that people who are not of our race must be different is deeply rooted.
Even if these young spirits were human beings in life, once they become a threat to human security after death, the first thing people think of is to solve them by force, once and for all.
It is Sang Tong's creed to slay demons and eliminate demons, protect the safety and stability of the flower family, but is there any other possibility and method for the word "elimination"
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Zhang Jiajia's salary was very impressive, and Sang Tong gave 70% of it to Mu Rong, and gave an extra 10%.
Sang Tong explained: "Didn't you make an appointment with Mr. Zhang to prepare some toys and snacks for those children on the 15th of every month? Count me in too."
Halfway through the banquet, Zhang Jiajia put down her wine glass: "Miss Sang, do you still remember the land in the Yellow Desert Ridge?"
"Well, I remember."
One of the most famous mass graves in Northeast China, the Sanyang City Government held a public tender for the development of that land, and at the same time introduced a series of tax-free support policies.
Zhang Jiajia once offered a sky-high price to ask Sang Tong to help deal with the land, but was rejected.
"Why, Mr. Zhang took it down?"
"Don't mention it, it was taken down by a big consortium in Fusang country, and I get angry when I think about it. Why should we give the green light to Fusang country with our own land! Hey, there is no way, the other party is the oldest big consortium in Fusang country, compared with others , My strength is too weak. I tried to find some friends to develop it together, but they didn’t agree when they heard that it was Huang Desert Ridge.”
Sang Tong smiled and said: "Mr. Zhang, you may not like to hear this sentence, but it's still the same sentence: some places can be moved, and there must be a reason why some places are shelved, just like the land in the new development zone, the price is It's cheap, but it's a lot of trouble, aren't you right?"
"That's right, I feel much more comfortable after hearing what Ms. Sang said, but I'm not convinced that Fusang Kingdom is meddling."
Sang Tong didn't speak anymore, she had a bad intuition.
The Fusang Kingdom and the flower planters are feuds. Although the relationship between the two countries has improved over the years and the economic exchanges are also very prosperous, but I heard from the old man in the bureau that many years ago, the Fusang Kingdom sent a group of onmyojis to lurk in the territory of the flower planters. . Discovered by the Bureau of Special Events, the two sides fought several times, and it took several years to get rid of this group of onmyojis.
The loss of the war management bureau was quite serious, and the previous generation of bureau chiefs died in that battle.
As a flower grower and a member of the Special Incident Management Bureau, Sang Tong has a very bad impression of Fusang Country. I hope Fusang Country can learn the lesson from last time and stop asking for trouble.
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During the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, Bao Xiaoxuan prepared generous gifts and sent them to Mu Rong and Sang Tong.
Since the Mohist incident was resolved, there was little contact between them.
But Bao Xiaoxuan never forgot about Mu Rong and Sang Tong, they overturned her world view and cognition, and saved her life.
Bao Xiaoxuan wanted to be friends with the two of them, but she also knew that there was an unreachable distance between them.
Sang Tong's identity is mysterious and his background is unfathomable. On the surface, he is just a capable Mr. Yin and Yang, but Bao Xiaoxuan has seen the clues from Mo Chongxi.
Mu Rong was a sinner, Bao Xiaoxuan always felt that he was only a character in fairy tales, and compared to Sang Tong, Mu Rong seemed to be more mysterious, with cold eyes, taciturn character, and exuded an aura of inaccessibility.
What Bao Xiaoxuan admires the most is: Mu Rong has a feeling that money is like dung. When seeing her luxury car and the luxurious decoration of her home, Mu Rong's eyes don't have any waves. This is definitely a rare species in today's society.
Bao Xiaoxuan sighed softly, lay on the bed, put on a mask, and boarded the forum.
She posted a post with the title: Maybe I can fix the ghost thing that happened to you.
Despite the different personalities, Bao Xiaoxuan still hopes to integrate into the circle of Mu Rong and others, so she came up with such a method - to help Sang Tong find potential customers.
The post has been posted for almost two months, and most of them are flooded, and few people come to solve the problem.
As long as Bao Xiaoxuan is not busy, she will upvote herself to keep the post in the front row.
"Ding Dong".
A netizen named Duoqinggongzi Wuqingjian sent her a private chat message.
"Is the landlord here? If you are not a liar, I hope you will save me."
Bao Xiaoxuan sat up all of a sudden, typed a long list of texts, thought about it and felt that her reaction was too enthusiastic, so she deleted all of them and sent a question mark.
The other party replied immediately: "I am also from Sanyang City, if you really have the ability, please help me! There is a female ghost who wants to kill me!!"
Bao Xiaoxuan quickly grabbed a paper towel and wiped off the wet essence on her hands: finally the big fish is here!
A man in his twenties was sitting in front of a writing desk. Various talisman papers were pasted on the walls and windows of his room. A portrait of Zhong Kui was hung on the door, and a red string was wrapped around the doorknob.
He was holding his shoulders, shaking his legs all the time, staring anxiously at the screen, turning his head from time to time.
The screen showed that he was chatting with a host called "The End of Science", but the other party hadn't answered yet.
"I can introduce you to a very powerful master, but the fees are very high, and you won't get any money until the problem is solved, is that okay?"
The boy's expression brightened, and he typed out a line of words: I will pay for any amount, please leave me your contact information!
He moved the cursor to the send button, and at the same time he tapped it with his index finger.
The room was plunged into darkness and the power went out.
"ah!!!"
The boy's reaction was very violent. He yelled, and in a panic touched the Avalokitesvara next to the computer. He hugged it in his arms, jumped onto the bed in a panic, and pulled the quilt over his head.
Turned on the lighting of the mobile phone: "Namo Amitabha Buddha, the evil spirits will be dispersed, Bodhisattva bless you, Buddha bless you!"
The boy clutched the quilt and shivered, hugged Avalokitesvara tightly, and knelt on the bed.
He took out the address book and was about to call his best friend. Because he was too scared, he pressed several times to choose the right number.
"Hi, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later..."
The boy hung up and called again, but the result was the same.
With a "beep", a prompt screen pops up on the screen: Your power is less than 19%, do you want to switch to power saving mode
The boy remembered: his mobile phone was just fully charged!
He looked at the battery icon in the upper right corner, which was full.
In the next second, the green power icon decreases at a speed visible to the naked eye, the green turns yellow, and the yellow turns red.
The "beep" dialog pops up again: Your power is less than 4%, please charge it in time.
Before the boy could even click the "OK" button, the shutdown animation flashed on the screen.
The boy screamed again and threw the phone out along the seam.
"Woo..."
A gust of wind blew past, and the windows slammed, but the sound didn't seem to be caused by the wind.
It's like knocking on a door, slowly, with a regular rhythm: "Bang, bang, bang."
After a pause of more than ten seconds, it rang three more times, and the loop continued.
The boy in the quilt was already sweating profusely, with tears running down his cheeks. He hugged the Avalokitesvara and tightened his body: "The merciful and merciful Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, please save me, please, please help me! I don't want to die! Amitabha Buddha ,Amitabha!"
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The boy didn't know how much time had passed.
During this period, due to lack of oxygen and high temperature, he was on the verge of fainting several times. He didn't dare to lift the quilt, but opened a small slit to let the air in.
Until the faint light penetrated through the gap.
The boy first opened the gap a little wider, looked out along the gap, saw that the room was already brightly lit, and saw nothing suspicious, then lifted the quilt, put the Avalokitesvara on his chest, and gulped Panting heavily, his clothes were already soaked through.
He looked at the sky outside the window with lingering fear, thankful that he lived another day.
Thinking about it, the boy suddenly cried in despair.
After a few minutes, the mournful sobs stopped abruptly, because the boy saw that the originally bright window was covered with handprints.
Bao Xiaoxuan asked for leave, and drove to the coffee shop agreed with "Sexy Prince Wuqingjian".
He sat at the third table by the window that the other party said, waited for a while and saw that the person hadn't arrived yet, so he dialed the number of Young Master Amorous.
"I'm here, where are you?"
There was a pause on the opposite side, and a woman asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Bao Xiaoxuan looked at the number: "Hello, is the boy who called me just now there?"
"Oh, you said that young man, he said that his mobile phone was out of battery, so he would lend it to me."
"That's it, sorry to bother you."
After hanging up the phone, Bao Xiaoxuan chuckled: This amorous young man is serious enough.
She picked up the jasmine tea, but her gaze was attracted by a fiery figure outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
A man in his twenties was wearing a bright red suit, even his shoes were red, his messy hair hadn't been washed for some time, and his forehead was shiny with oil.
The man was holding an object in his arms, and upon closer inspection it was a bottle of Guanyin.
Bao Xiaoxuan couldn't help laughing: This man is really festive, is he going to be a pillar in the temple