Today, I used the celestial master card to brand the maple leaf on the talisman. Is this a kind of recognition of inheritance? Said that he officially took over the Celestial Master card, so it is called the return of the Celestial Master
Moreover, this ceremony was completed in front of the patriarch, Mr. Mao, and it gave him a feeling of canonization by a heavenly official.
But... why did I suddenly come up with the idea of branding the talisman with the Celestial Master card? Could it be that there is a kind of power guiding him in the dark
This feeling did not make him feel excited about a great mission from heaven, but instead gave him a slight sense of resistance.
And most importantly, among those who congratulated him on his return to the throne, besides Taoist priests, how could there be some monsters and ghosts
These ghosts should be most afraid of spells. How could they appear in the Taoist temple? Also, where is the Qingtian temple? Does this place exist in reality
These questions, in his current view, are all mysteries. He secretly made up his mind that when the matter in front of him is over, he must go back to Maoshan and talk to Qing Yunzi about it. Maybe this old guy will know something.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Shaoyang put the statue of Mr. Damao on the table, looked at the statue and said: "I don't know what it means to return to the throne, anyway, don't make arrangements for me, I do what I like, old ancestor , you just need to protect me from being killed by ghosts."
After finishing speaking, he bowed respectfully to the idol and went to bed. He didn't see that a faint red light flashed in the two eyeballs of the idol.
The dream after that was chaotic, full of gods, demons, ghosts, yelling, and beauties...
The next morning, Ye Shaoyang got up and washed, and went to the living room, where the father and daughter of the Zhuang family were sitting on the sofa talking, and a pile of steamed buns and fried dough sticks were placed on the dining table next to them.
"Have you eaten?" Ye Shaoyang said while sitting at the dining table.
Zhuang Yuning said, "No, Dad said we'll eat together when you get up, so it's more polite."
"Uh... don't be so polite, we're all our own people, so you can do whatever you want." Ye Shaoyang scratched his head and said.
When Zhuang Cai heard this, he nodded immediately, "Yes, yes, they are all from our own family, a family..."
Ye Shaoyang felt grief and indignation in his heart, and he took advantage of his casual words.
After dinner, Ye Shaoyang asked Zhuang Yuning to take him out, and drove around the city very carefully, to the river bridge where he parted ways with Ma Cheng last time.
One or two black cars stopped by the bridge, when Ye Shaoyang got off the car, the car honked its horn, Ye Shaoyang knew it was Ma Cheng's car, and walked over.
Ma Cheng rolled down the window and waved to Ye Shaoyang.
"Mr. Ma..." Zhuang Yuning came out from behind Ye Shaoyang, and gave Ma Cheng a cautious look.
Ma Cheng took a look at her and smiled slightly, "Jade girl singer Zhuang Yuning."
Zhuang Yuning smiled embarrassedly. "Sir Ma, stop joking."
Ma Chengdao: "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, it's nothing, since I met you, come and thank Mr. Ma, thank you very much for helping me."
Ma Cheng smiled, "Don't remember my favor, it has nothing to do with you, I am helping Xiaoye." After speaking, he rolled up the window.
Ye Shaoyang waved to Zhuang Yuning and sat in the back of the car. Ma Cheng immediately drove.
"Seeing a beautiful star, why are you not excited at all, and you put on such a dead face," Ye Shaoyang said, looking at Ma Cheng through the rearview mirror.
"I see too many celebrities, that's all." Ma Cheng said lightly.
Ye Shaoyang curled his lips, and cursed in his heart for pretending.
Putting down the backpack, Ye Shaoyang took out all the things used by Yirong, first changed the clothes, then took out the human skin mask from the small bottle soaked in the medicine, stuck it on the bronze mirror, and then put on the wig.
At this time, Ma Cheng also drove the car to Nangu Street and looked back at him.
"No problem?" Ye Shaoyang said.
"No problem, let's go."
After getting off the car, the two walked towards the traditional Chinese medicine store on foot. On the way, Ma Cheng suddenly asked in a low voice: "Is there any way for you to disguise yourself as a woman?"
Ye Shaoyang was taken aback: "What are you doing?"
"It's nothing, I feel that with your figure and face, it should be interesting to pretend to be a girl. I'm a little curious, and pretend to be one for me later?" Ma Cheng looked at him with great interest, and said.
Ye Shaoyang's whole body tightened when he saw this look, this guy... doesn't have any special hobbies, does he? I have read news that many rich people like to go to Thailand...
Immediately walked to the side quickly, keeping a distance from him.
In the "Nurture Hall", everything was the same as last time, the ghost named "Wang Liang" was still standing at the counter.
Seeing him for the first time, Ye Shaoyang found that the ghost aura on his body was stronger than before. It seems that he has cultivated well recently and is quite moist.
When Wang Liang saw Ma Cheng, he immediately smiled, asked him to wait a moment, and trotted upstairs. After a while, he led Hu Wei downstairs together.
Hu Wei exchanged greetings with Ma Cheng affectionately and without loss of proportion, and invited them to go up to the second floor, into the innermost partition with a screen, make tea by himself, and chatted.
"Senior brother Hu, what have you been up to lately?" Ye Shaoyang pretended to inadvertently ask while drinking tea.
"As far as this stall is concerned, I take care of everything by myself, and I am very busy."
Ye Shaoyang smiled and said: "If there is a need for help, the senior brother remembers to support the younger brother."
Hu Wei laughed loudly, "Junior brother belongs to Mr. Ma, I dare not use it, dare not."
The word "dare not use" made Ye Shaoyang think about Yi Rong again, glanced at Ma Cheng, and moved the stool to the side.
After drinking a pot of tea, Hu Wei opened the bag he carried with him, took out a brown-yellow thing from it, and placed it on the tea table. It was a Gumanthong.
"Excellent red sandalwood carving, three-step polishing, 100-year-old tung tree oil painting, to tell you the truth, this ancient mantong is my treasure at the bottom of the box, for the sake of Mr. Ma, I reluctantly parted with it."
Ma Cheng looked carefully at Gumantong's face, and it was carved into the appearance of a little girl. The carving is very fine and lifelike, and even the eyelashes are fully visible. With the addition of materials and workmanship, just as a work of art, it is worth it Not cheap.
"Thank you so much." Ma Cheng smiled at him, "But why don't you have pupils in your Gumantong eyes—"
Gumantong's eyeballs are white, and it looks a bit weird when viewed from the facial features.
Hu Wei said with a smile: "These eyes, you have to do it yourself, the boy in it can become your pet sooner."
Ma Cheng frowned, "Is there such a saying? Are all Gumantongs like this?"
"Of course not, but this boy has his own cultivation, so you don't have to keep it for too long before he can become a psychic, so it needs to be eye-catching so that he can recognize his master on the spot."
Ma Cheng glanced at Ye Shaoyang and nodded. "Okay then, how do we do it?"