What happened some time ago made me feel that my Taoist skills were too shallow. After all, people in this line of work will always encounter evil spirits. It's basically like living on the edge of a knife. If I don't improve my strength, it doesn't matter if I lose my life, but it will be a big deal if I ruin the reputation of my ghost shop. How can I face my ancestors after I die
But I’m in such a bad mood, so bad that even smiling feels very difficult. How can I continue to learn boring Taoist techniques
But I didn't dare to bring this emotion home. In front of my mother, I tried my best to pretend to be as happy as before. Although my mother is simple and kind, she has a sharp eye. She saw that there was something wrong with me and asked Shen Bing more than once. I always stammered and covered it up. When I came to the store at night, I listened to the sweet music, and it seemed like mourning music. It was really tear-jerking.
Wang Zijun didn't come to see me anymore, and I was too lazy to look for him. I felt that he and Qu Mo were not suitable, and there would be no result for them to be together. Qu Mo was a strong and kind girl, but she was actually very fragile and full of inferiority because a fox fairy was attached to her. She longed to live a normal life, but was teased by fate and could not live like a normal person.
What Qu Mo wants to find, perhaps, is a Taoist master like me, like Fu Xueman. Someone who can understand her, protect her, and not despise her. Otherwise, if she is with ordinary people, it will be a tragedy, just like the White Snake being with Xu Xian.
Although she is very beautiful, and a man can give her a high score of 99 points, in my eyes, she is no different from Aunt Niu next door. It's just that we have experienced hardships, and there is more friendship between us than Aunt Niu.
So, I didn't want to explain clearly and let Wang Zijun continue to pursue her. I would rather let my good friend hate me for the rest of my life than to see tragedy happen.
As the weather got warmer, I became lazier. After all, I still had to be awake in the afternoon. Facing my mother's suspicious eyes, I felt at a loss. Her eyes became more and more sharp. It seemed that it was not so easy to hide it from her, even though she didn't ask anything.
So every afternoon after getting up and eating, I would lie and go out of the house to teach Wang Zijun Taoism. But I had nowhere to go, so I could only sit in the cemetery in the western suburbs every day to accompany Yaxue. Only in front of her grave did I feel less confused and feel better. I would not go back until the sun went down.
At this point, someone may ask, who do you love, Yaxue or Shen Bing? Yaxue is dead, and you have already fallen in love with someone else, why do you still care about Yaxue? I don't understand it either. If I say that Shen Bing is a substitute for Yaxue in my heart, I think it is very unfair to Shen Bing. If I say that Shen Bing has nothing to do with Yaxue and I only love her, it's a bit hypocritical. Sometimes, the two of them appear in my heart at the same time, but they are not contradictory.
That night, I stayed up until three o'clock, but no business came in. I was a little worried. I was not worried about not having any income, but that I had nothing to do so early and couldn't sleep. Even if I could sleep, I would get up too early the next day. Did I have to go to the cemetery to accompany Yaxue so early in the morning
When I was hesitating about whether to go home or stay in the store for a while, business came and a male ghost floated in silently.