Fortunately, the "mouth punishment" that Mo Ran played by himself was not completely heard by Chu nightning. Nonsense, and barely let him fool the past.
When I returned to my bedtime, it was very late. The ink burned and slept, and went to the morning repair as usual the next day. After the morning repair, it was his favorite thing in the morning: too early.
Meng Po Tang, the place for breakfast, gradually became more crowded with the disbandment of Morning Cultivation.
The ink burned on the opposite side of the teacher, Xue Meng came late, and the position around the teacher was occupied by others. He had to be gloomy and reluctantly took his own breakfast and sat next to the ink.
If the ink burns to tell the most subtle points of the mind of life and death, he will definitely say: this door does not need to be fasted.
Unlike many sects in the world of higher cultivation, the top of life and death has its own method of cultivation, and there is no need to fast if you don't stop eating meat and fish, so the food in the sect has always been abundant.
The ink burned with a bowl of spicy and fragrant oil tea, along the edge of the peanuts, crispy soybeans, and a plate of brown and crispy fried buns, which was specially called for the teacher.
Xue Meng squinted and looked at the ink burning, quite mocking: "The ink burning, I didn't expect you to be able to stand out when you entered the red lotus hell. It's amazing."
The ink burned his head and didn't lift his head: "Then you don't look at who I am."
"Who are you?" Xue Meng sneered, "Master didn't discount your legs, you are crazy and don't know which onion you are?"
"Oh, I am Onion, so what are you?"
Xue Meng sneered: "I am the chief disciple of the master."
"Did you seal it yourself? Hey, I suggest you go to the master to get a seal, frame it and hang it on the wall as an offering, otherwise you won't be able to live up to the title of chief disciple."
With a click, Xue Meng broke the chopsticks.
The teacher was hurriedly beside him and things: "Don't be noisy, let's eat quickly."
Xue Meng: "... hum."
The ink burned and learned him with a smile: "Huh."
Xue Meng angered the crown and slammed the table: "You are bold!"
When the teacher saw that the situation was not good, he quickly pulled Xue Meng: "Young Master, so many people are watching, let's eat, don't argue."
These two characters do not match, although they are cousins, but they meet when they meet. After the teacher persuaded Xue Meng, they were bitterly sandwiched in the middle to ease the atmosphere and talk on both sides.
After a while, I asked Xue Meng: "Young Master, when will the cat that Mrs. raises give birth to?"
Xue Meng replied: "Oh, you said Ali? My mother made a mistake, it is not pregnant, it is eating too much, it looks like a big belly."
Teacher: "..."
After a while, I asked Mo Ran: "A Ran, do you still want to go to the master to work today?"
"It shouldn't be used anymore. Everything that needs to be sorted out. I'll copy the rules for you today."
The teacher smiled and said: "Why do you still have time to help me? You still have to copy a hundred times yourself."
Xue Meng raised his eyebrows and looked at the teacher who had always kept his own feet in surprise: "Why do you have to copy the rules?"
The teacher was embarrassed, and before he had time to speak, suddenly, the buzzing conversation in the dining hall suddenly fell silent. The three of them turned around and saw that Chu Wanning's white clothes fluttered into Meng Potang, and walked to the kitchen cabinet with no expression, and began to pick snacks.
In the dining hall where more than a thousand people ate, there was one more Chu Wanning, and suddenly it was as quiet as the cemetery. The disciples were all silent, and even if they wanted to communicate, they all said it very lightly.
The teacher sighed softly, looking at Chu Wanning holding a tray, sitting in the corner where he would normally sit, drinking porridge silently, and couldn't help saying: "Actually, I think that the teacher is sometimes very tall. pitiful."
Mo Ran raised his eyes: "How do you say?"
"Look, where he sits, no one else dares to approach. When he came, no one dared to speak aloud. It used to be fine when the Lord was there, but when the Lord was not there, he didn't even have anyone to talk to, so he wasn't alone. very?"
The ink burned and snorted: "That's what he asked for himself."
Xue Meng was angry again: "You dare to mock Master?"
"Where did I mock him? I'm telling the truth." Mo Ran gave the teacher a fried bun again. "With his temper, who wants to stay with him."
"you!"
The ink burned and looked at Xue Meng with a smile, and said lazily: "Not convinced? If you are not convinced, sit down and eat with the master, don't sit with us."
One sentence blocked Xue Meng.
Although he respects Chu Wanning, he is more fearful than others. I couldn't help being embarrassed and angry, but I couldn't argue with it, so I could only kick the legs of the table, and I was sulking with myself.
There was a trace of lazy smugness on his face, and he glanced at the little phoenix provocatively, and then his eyes fell on Chu Wanning across the crowd.
For some reason, looking at the only white figure in the dark blue silver armor in the room, he suddenly thought of the person who fell asleep curled up in the cold metal last night.
The teacher is right, Chu nightning is really pitiful.
But so what? The more pitiful he is, the happier the ink burns, and thinking about it, the curvature of the corners of his mouth can't help but become more obvious.
The days go by fast.
Chu nightning later did not pass him to the red lotus waterside, and the daily errands of ink burning became washing dishes and dishes, feeding the chickens and ducks raised by Mrs. Wang, and weeding in the medicine garden, but it was very leisurely.
In the blink of an eye, the one-month lockdown period has passed.
On this day, Mrs. Wang called Mo Ran to the Danxin Hall, touched his head, and asked him: "A Ran, have your wounds healed?"
The ink burned with a smile: "Aunt Lao is concerned, it's all good."
"That's good, you should pay attention when you go out in the future, don't make such a big mistake again and make your master angry, do you know?"
Mo Ran is particularly good at pretending to be a grandson: "Auntie, I know."
"There is one more thing." Mrs. Wang took out a letter from the small table in Huanghuali and said, "You have been in school for one year, and it is time to take on the responsibility of eliminating demons. After specifically letting you meet your limit, go down the mountain to complete this assignment."
The rules of life and death, disciples must enter the world to eliminate demons after one year of entry.
When exorcising the demon for the first time, the disciple's master will accompany him to help. In addition, the disciple must invite a fellow disciple to go with him, in order to let the disciples support each other. Mingming knows why "the heart can be learned, and the life and death will not change." .
Mo Ran's eyes lit up, took over the letter of appointment, tore it open and hurriedly read it, and immediately grinned with joy.
Mrs. Wang said worriedly: "A Ran, your uncle hopes that you can become famous in one battle, so you are entrusted with a heavy responsibility. Although Elder Yuheng has a high level of cultivation, but the sword is ruthless in the fight, he may not be able to protect you well. , you must not patronize happiness and underestimate the enemy."
"No, no!" Mo Ran waved his hands again and again, smiling, "Auntie rest assured, I will take care of myself." After speaking, he rushed to prepare his luggage.
"This child..." Madam Wang looked at his back, her gentle and beautiful face was full of worry, "How can he be so happy with an assignment?"
Can the ink burn be unhappy
The work of eliminating demons that his uncle entrusted to him happened in Caidie Town, and was entrusted by a local member surnamed Chen.
No matter what kind of ghost is making trouble there, the key lies in the previous life, in this Caidie Town, he was bewitched by demons, lost his mind, and forcibly kissed the teacher in the illusion, which is also one of the few times when the ink burned The closeness to the teacher is really ecstasy.
Moreover, because he is bewitched, the teacher is difficult to care about. White dear! After kissing people, there is no way to settle accounts with him.
Mo Ran Le's eyes are bent into a hook. Even this assignment must be completed with Chu nightning, he doesn't mind.
Eliminating the devil depends on the master, and flirting with the Chinese depends on oneself, such a beautiful difference, why not do it
The teacher was invited, and the teacher was recited. The three of them rushed all the way to the troubled Caidie Town.
This is a town that is rich in flowers. There are flower fields that stretch for dozens of miles outside the residential area. Therefore, the town is always full of colorful butterflies, hence the name.
When the three arrived, it was already night. Drums and music at the entrance of the village were very lively. A line of musicians in red shirts played suona and turned out of the alley.
The teacher said strangely: "Is this a marriage? Why did you marry at night?"
Chu nightning said: "It's a marriage."
Ghost marriage, also known as yin marriage, is a post-mortem marriage for unmarried men and women who die prematurely. This custom is not prosperous in poor places, but Caidie Town is very rich, so it is common to find spouses for boys and girls who have never married before.
The ghost wedding team was vast and divided into two columns, one carrying real silk and satin, and the other carrying paper ingots. In this way, surrounded by a red and white eight-carrying sedan chair, full of golden lantern deacons, filed out of the village.
The ink burned them and pulled the horse's bridle, stood aside, and let the ghost marriage team pass first. As the sedan chair approached, he saw that sitting inside was not a living person, but a ghost bride covered in paper. The Ghost Bride was smeared with fat and powder, her lips were bright red, and the two clusters of Danxia on her cheeks reflected her pale face, and her smiling appearance was extremely frightening.
"What's the habit of this village, it's really money to burn." Mo Ran whispered.
Chu Wanning said: "The people in Caidie Town are very particular about the art of publicity and believe that there can be no lonely graves in the family, otherwise the family fortune will be implicated by the lonely ghosts."
"...Isn't it true?"
"The townspeople believe it."
"Hey, yes, Caidie Town has been down for hundreds of years. If you want to tell them that the evil they believe in doesn't exist, they probably won't be able to accept it."
The teacher whispered: "Where is this ghost marriage team going?"
Chu nightning said: "When we came here just now, we passed an earth temple. The temple is not dedicated to any gods and Buddhas. The lintel is still pasted with the word 囍. In the message of 'God-sent good luck', 'Izumi Haohe'. I think they should be going there."
"I also noticed that temple." The teacher was thoughtful, "Master, is there a ghost master?"
"good."
The ghost master of ceremonies is an image of ghosts and gods imagined by the people. People believe that the marriage of the dead also requires three media and six cards, and the exchange of dragon and phoenix posts also requires the master of ceremonies to prove that two dead people are married. And Caidie Town, because of the prosperous customs of ghost marriages, naturally made a golden body for the ghost master and offered it in front of the grave outside the town. I prayed before going to the temple.
The ink burned rarely saw this absurd scene, and it was interesting to see it, but Chu nightning only looked at it coldly for a while, turned the horse's head, and said: "Let's go, go to the haunted house to see."
"Three priests, my life is really hard! You are here! If no one cares about this matter, I, I don't even want to live!"
It was the richest businessman in the town, Chen Yuanwai, who entrusted the top of the dead to exterminate the ghosts.
The Chen family is in the fragrant powder business. There are four sons and one daughter in the family. After the eldest son got married, the wife didn't like the noise at home, so the two of them thought about moving out and setting up a new door. .
As a result, on the day when the foundation was broken, a few shovels went down, and the shovel hit a hard object. The eldest daughter-in-law leaned over to take a look, and immediately fainted from fright. A new coffin painted with red paint was dug up on Beishan!
There is a mass burial place in Caidie Town. After the townspeople die, they are all buried there. But this solitary coffin appeared inexplicably on Beishan, and there was no grave or monument, and the body of the coffin was blood red.
How dare they move, they quickly filled the soil back, but it was too late. Since that day, strange things have been happening in the Chen family.
"First, it was my daughter-in-law." Chen Yuanwai cried, "I was frightened, and my fetal gas moved, which resulted in a miscarriage. Later, it was my eldest son, who went to the mountain to collect medicine for his wife's body, but his foot slipped. I stumbled and fell to the bottom of the mountain, and I was out of breath when I went to fetch people... Alas!" He sighed and couldn't speak anymore, just waved his hand.
Mrs. Chen also wiped away her tears with a handkerchief: "My husband is right, in the next few months, our sons have accidents one after another, either missing or dead - four sons, three are gone what!"
Chu nightning frowned, his eyes swept over the Chen family's husband and wife, and fell on the pale young man. He looked about the same age as Mo Ran. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he had a clear face, but fear made his face Somewhat twisted.
The teacher asked: "Can you tell me, how did the other children... disappear?"
"Hey, Zhongzi was on his way to find his brother when he was bitten by a snake. That snake was a normal grass snake, not poisonous, and no one cared about it at the time, but a few days later, he was eating like this when he was eating. Fall straight down, and then just… woohoo, my child…”
The teacher sighed and couldn't bear it: "Then, does the body have signs of poisoning?"
"Hey, where did the poison come from, our family must be cursed! The first few sons are gone, the next one is the youngest! The next one is the youngest!"
Chu nightning frowned, his eyes fell on Mrs. Chen like lightning, and asked: "How do you know that the next one will be the youngest, why not yourself? Is this ghost only killing men?"
The youngest son of the Chen family was huddled there, his legs were like sieves, his eyes were swollen like peaches, and his voice was shrill and distorted: "It's me! It's me! I know! The people in the red coffin are here. He's here! Daoist, Daoist, save me! Daoist, save me!"
When I said that, my emotions began to get out of control, and I rushed over and wanted to hug Chu Wanning's thigh.
Chu night Ningsu did not like contact with strangers, and immediately avoided, raised his head and stared at Chen Yuanwai couple: "What's going on?"
The husband and wife looked at each other and said in a trembling voice: "There is a place in this house, we, we dare not go again - the Taoist priest will know when he sees it, it is really evil, really..."
Chu nightning interrupted: "Where?"
After hesitating for a while, the couple stretched out their hands and pointed tremblingly at the ancestral hall in the house where the ancestors were worshipped: "It's there..."
Chu nightning took the lead in the past, followed by Mo Ran and Shi Yan, and the Chen family followed far behind.
Opening the door, it was very similar to the incense houses where some big families would offer sacrifices to their gods and ancestors. There were several rows of spiritual places densely arranged, with pale and ever-bright candles burning on both sides.
All the tablets in this room are engraved with inscriptions, painted with yellow paint, with the names of the deceased and their rank in the family.
These spirit tablets are written in a very orderly manner. Xianzu examines the spirit of the prince of a certain government, and Xianxian examines the spirit of the prince of a certain government.
But only the spiritual card in the middle, the words on it were not painted after being engraved, but were written in red and brilliantly like this:
Chen Yanji's spirit.
Yang Shangren Chen Sunshi Li
The Chen family, who were hiding behind the Taoist priest, may have been lucky, and timidly glanced at the ancestral hall where the white silk was flying, only to see the words on the tablet like blood, and suddenly collapsed.
Mrs. Chen was sobbing, her younger son's face was so pale that he didn't look like a living person.
This tablet, first, the writing is not in accordance with the etiquette system, and second, the characters on the tablet are crooked and twisted, like a ghostly talisman written by a person in a drowsy state, and the scribbles are almost unrecognizable.
The teacher turned his head and asked, "Who is Chen Yanji?"
The youngest son of the Chen family cried behind him and said tremblingly, "Yes, it's me."
Chen Yuanwai cried and said, "Daoist, that's what it looks like. Since Zhongzi went, we found... We found that there was a spiritual plaque in the ancestral hall, and the plaque was actually written with the names of living people in our family. As soon as he appeared, within seven days, that person would be in a disaster! When the third child's name appeared on the tablet, I locked him in the room, sprinkled incense ashes outside the door, and invited people to do it. I tried everything. Yes, but on the seventh day! He still died... for no reason, just like that!"
The more he talked, the more excited he became, the more scared he became, and he knelt down with a plop: "I, Chen, have never done anything wrong in my life, why is God doing this to me! Why!"
The teacher looked sad, and quickly went to appease the old man who was crying and grabbing the ground, while he raised his head and shouted softly: "Master, look at this..."
Chu nightning did not look back, he was still looking at the spirit card with relish, as if a flower could bloom on the spirit card.
Suddenly, Chu nightning asked: "Master Yang, Chen Sun, is it you, Mrs. Chen?"
The author has something to say: Once upon a time, there was a cold-blooded Demon Master, and the Demon Master had three apprentices, and they all had the title of very Jake Su, namely Xue Ziming, the Phoenix of Shu, Mo Weiyu, the True Dragon Resurrection, and the Sleeping White Tiger Master. bright and clean.
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The above names are all fake.
In fact, it should be: Xue Mengmeng, the bird thing, the dog and the ink to feed the fish, and the little sister of the white lotus. Spreading hands helplessly laughing :-D