"The 'prisoner', the imprisoned 'prisoner'."
Beiquan continued to write on Wei Fuyuan's back, and said while writing:
"As the name suggests, it means to lock up a 'god'."
Wei Fuyuan gave a "uh", his tone was very puzzled:
"Can God be locked up so easily?"
Qianwei Fuyuan didn't believe in those weird and chaotic things at all. Later, he got on the pirate ship in Beiquan for no reason. After seeing many things that common sense can't explain, he had to accept that there are indeed ghosts, ghosts, foxes, and ghosts in the world. fact.
But in his understanding, "immortals" are illusory and unreachable existences. For example, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas enshrined in temples and Taoist temples and real immortals are just imaginary images made by believers with jade carvings and stone carvings and clay puppets.
Mortals don't even have a chance to take a look at the true face of the gods, let alone imprison them.
"Actually, if you say it's a god, it's also divided into three, six, nine, and nine."
Beiquanyu Yuyu continued to explain:
"For example, the Baojiaxian worshipped by people in the northeast can also be called the protector of a certain family in a sense."
Wei Fuyuan felt that he seemed to understand Beiquan a little bit.
"No wonder you asked me before if I had heard of raising a kid."
Master Wei recalled his experience when he traveled with a friend to a certain country in Southeast Asia not long ago.
At that time, when they traveled by car, they often saw some strangely shaped temples along the road, with statues of gods who could not be named.
There was a wealthy second generation who was traveling with him, adhering to the habit of "calling people into the house and worshipping the gods in temples". When he saw a Buddha statue, he had to put his hands together. As a result, he was strictly stopped by the local student tour guide, saying that it was very dangerous to worship gods indiscriminately.
[You dare to worship without knowing what god that is?]
At that time, the Chinese student said:
[In case it is an evil god, making a wish to him will cost a lot!]
Wei Fuyuan thought about it and said to Beiquan:
"So, you are trying to tell me that the reason why this mansion is built in such a strange shape is because someone shut up a 'god' in this house, is that what you mean?"
"you can say it this way."
Beiquan smiled and replied:
"Actually, for a certain person, as long as it is a non-human being with certain magical power and can have a positive effect, it can be called a 'god'. For example, spirits such as mountain spirits and wild monsters have been regarded as 'gods' since ancient times. 'There are not a few people who come to provide support."
"It's just that ordinary people are in awe of them. Even if they really want something, most of them only dare to burn incense and worship them devoutly. Few people would think of locking them up and forcing them to use such a simple and rude method for themselves. ."
Wei Fuyuan: "However, how can a 'God' be locked up?"
"Generally speaking, as long as you find the body they rely on, put them in a special container, and then use some way to prevent them from escaping."
Beiquan continued to explain:
"It just seems that the owner of this family has a lot of money. In order to keep his treasure, he built a big villa directly."
At this time, Beiquan had already painted Wei Fuyuan's waist.
The electric tingling became more and more distinct, Wei Fuyuan silently bit the back of his hand to resist the urge to tremble.
- How long will it take!
Wei Fuyuan felt that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and somewhere there was a slight tendency to raise his head under the gentle stimulation of the pen tip.
- I can't stand it any longer if it goes on like this!
However, Beiquan didn't notice Wei Fuyuan's predicament at all. He kept writing and said in his soft and magnetic voice:
"However, locking up the 'gods' does not force them to serve themselves..."
Beiquan paused abruptly, and took a low breath.
In fact, every rune he drew with the Divine Vientiane Brush would consume his blood and energy. The more powerful the spell, the more complicated it would be to write, and the greater the consumption would naturally be.
But Beiquan didn't want his assistant to find out his discomfort. The hand that didn't hold the pen held the sheets and secretly wiped away the cold sweat on his hand.
And Wei Fuyuan is trying to focus his attention on Beiquan, so he can ignore the subtle excitement below, but he hasn't heard the following for a long time, so he can't help but ask a question: "Huh?"
Beiquan swallowed the sweet and fishy smell that had come to his throat.
"Even if it's a 'prisoner', they still need support."
"And beings that can be called 'Gods' usually have their own spiritual consciousness. They are forcibly imprisoned, and most of them harbor resentment. If one is careless, running away is the second thing.
Beiquan calmed down, tried his best to maintain his usual tone of speech, and continued to explain:
"I guess the reason why Chen Dafa is constantly renovating and expanding the house is probably to prevent the 'things' in the house from escaping."
"I see."
Wei Fuyuan thought about it:
"That's right, this house is built like a labyrinth, and it's crooked. Isn't it easy to get lost and can't get out?"
At this time, Beiquan's incantation has been drawn to the foot of the rune, and it will be over with the last breath.
He raised the nib of the pen, calmed himself secretly, stretched out his left hand, and placed it on Wei Fuyuan's waist.
Wei Fuyuan's conditioned reflex was agitated, "Hey, what are you doing!?"
"Don't move!"
Beiquan squeezed Wei Fuyuan's thin and strong waist, "It's just a few strokes away."
- If you don't want me to move, just don't touch it!
It was obvious that Beiquan's palm was wet and cold, and it was as cold as ice against the skin, but Wei Fuyuan felt stunned that the place he touched was like touching a soldering iron. The skin that I touched drilled all the way down, making the place that was not very obedient to be more energetic.
In order not to reveal his body's reaction, Young Master Wei had to bite the back of his hand harder.
Beiquan began to draw the last few strokes.
"Speaking of which, once you ask them for something like 'prison god', you often have to pay the corresponding price."
As he drew, he said:
"It seems that the price Chen Dafa paid should be the lives of his family."
After saying this, Beiquan put away the Vientiane Pen and patted Wei Fuyuan's waist hard:
"It's done, you can get up."
Wei Fuyuan grabbed the thin blanket on the bed and sat up awkwardly.
Normally, he was very confident in the size of his part, but now, when he thought that as long as he opened the blanket, Beiquan would notice the bulging mass, Wei Fuyuan was so anxious that he wanted to scratch the wall.
Wei Fuyuan pulled the quilt as if nothing had happened, then looked back at the dresser, trying to use the mirror to see what was painted on his back.
The dresser in this room looks like an antique, the mirror surface is not big, but the angle and distance are just enough to illuminate Wei Fuyuan's entire back.
Then he saw that there seemed to be a tattoo made of bright crimson lines on his back.
The entire pattern is extremely complex, and the brushstrokes are slender and precise. Wei Fuyuan could not recognize what was written on it, but he felt that the combination of these lines was dense and dense, and there was an indescribable beauty.
"This... is this drawn with your blood?"
Wei Fuyuan looked at Beiquan's bloodshot wrist, "Don't you rub it off when you sleep?"
He didn't want to have to sleep all night with his back naked in bed after a dozen hours in a plane and three hours in a car.
"Don't worry, it can't be rubbed off."
Beiquan smiled.
Suddenly, he raised his hands and pressed Wei Fuyuan's shoulder without warning. His expression was solemn and his tone was serious:
"Listen, Comrade Xiaowei, next, you must remember what I teach you, do you understand?"
Wei Fuyuan swallowed hard, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
Beiquan is sitting opposite him now, his upper body is leaning forward, and his knees are about half a centimeter away from reaching his key parts. It is really difficult for him not to feel nervous.
"Um."
Wei Fuyuan nodded with difficulty:
"I-I will definitely remember..."
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Citi National Time, Tuesday, July 20, at 10:05 a.m. Western Time.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan went downstairs along the stairs they walked through yesterday, walked through the asymmetrical "gong"-shaped corridor, and walked into the restaurant on the first floor.
They were the last to arrive.
There were already three people sitting on the long dining table.
Seeing Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan coming in, Hu An raised his hand and greeted them warmly:
"Jason, Will, good morning!"
Beiquan gave Hu An a smile and sat at the table with Wei Fuyuan.
And sitting opposite them, it is the other two heirs.
The two of them were very young, in their twenties and thirties.
The one on the left is a pure oriental face, with high cheekbones, a pointed chin, thin eyebrows and thin eyes. The overall outline is somewhat feminine. The face cannot be simply described as "good-looking" or "handsome", but it must be attractive. Impressive type.
When he saw Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan seated, he didn't speak, and he didn't show any expression on his face.
The one on the right is a white man, tall, with a rough outline and a beard around his chin. He looks handsome, but when he saw Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan coming together, he frowned unabashedly.
"Hello, my name is Jason and this is my boyfriend Will."
Beiquan smiled and took the initiative to greet the two of them.
When Beiquan said the word "boyfriend", the white youth sitting opposite pouted and let out a sneer that was obviously very impolite.
On the contrary, the oriental man rolled his eyes and smiled kindly.
"Jason, Will, nice to meet you."
The Oriental replied in fluent English:
"I'm Yamamoto Akihiko..."
He paused, then added kindly:
"It's written in Chinese as 'Akihiko Yamamoto', you can just call me Aki."
Beiquan remembered that in the information Zhu Ling gave him, it was indeed mentioned that there was an orphan of Japanese overseas Chinese who was later adopted by a couple from Dongying.