Seventy-seventh bowl of soup (3)

There is an old saying that I would rather believe it if there is something or not. Even if you are an atheist, you should repay ghosts and gods in awe. If you don’t believe it, you can’t say anything, or you will surely provoke you. Come disaster.

After the wedding banquet, Qinghuan squatted at the door of the hotel to watch the couple being sent back to the new house. There was naturally a lively scene at night, but she felt that she didn’t need to follow her. The bridegroom’s mother rolled her eyes when she saw her. She went in, probably she had been driven out long ago.

People don't believe it, and she can't force it, but she can't save people, so the only thing she can do is stay here, at least to ensure that she can minimize the loss in the event of an accident.

But by that time, it was too late to solve it.

Alas, she sighed old-fashionedly, a pair of black leather shoes stopped beside her, Qing Huan couldn't help but look over, and then saw her own shoes again. She was wearing cloth shoes that she had bought, because her toes were exposed all the way through the mountains and rivers, so it's no wonder that others didn't believe her. Looking up and seeing Lian's gentle smiling face, Qing Huan thought in her heart that if she was dressed like Lian, she would definitely not be driven out.

However, a spiritual practitioner will inevitably have a hard time, she has long been used to it. The vanity and greed before the age of fifteen have long been dimmed in the purity of the heart and desires in the past few years. Now the only thing that can attract joy is eating. If there is something delicious, it will naturally be a different matter.

"Where are you going?"

"Just wait here, they will definitely come back to find me." Qing Huan said.

"So sure?"

"Yes." Qing Huan said naturally. She was absolutely sure that something would happen. In other words, it was the bridegroom who was destined to have such a catastrophe, not to mention that he had done something wrong and would not be punished. Besides, it's not that she didn't save people, but they rejected her. Once something is done, it is impossible to completely bury it as the past, because the world is watching, and what you do is watching. After that, the right and wrong will naturally come to a conclusion. "They won't last a few days."

"Then how are you going to spend the past few days?"

"Just live like this." It's a natural attitude. "I can't live anywhere? I'm alive as long as I can breathe, and I'm not a big lady. My master said I was born lonely and destined to die alone. Anyway, I won't die and I can live to grow old, let him go."

It is actually a kind of torture for a cultivator to live until he is old. He spends his entire life entangled with ghosts, and a normal person can't live for a long time.

"Then... it's better to go to my house."

"what?"

"Go to my house."

Qing Huan took out her ears after confirming that she had heard it right, and immediately moved her heart. If there is a place to live, of course it is better than sleeping on the street. She originally planned to find a flyover or where to stay for a few nights. But even since it came up... it shouldn't be a big deal to take advantage of it occasionally. After all, she does good things. Don't be rewarded by God, shouldn't it be an exaggeration to take advantage of others? Besides, she didn't force it, it was even proposed by herself.

"My house is fine too."

When Qing Huan looked back, it was the black shirt at the banquet. At this moment, he put his hands around his chest, smiling and leaning against the door, showing a row of white teeth.

Compared with the one wearing a white shirt, the two people are like two completely different sides. Qinghuan scratched his head, "When have I been so popular?"

"Pretty girls are always popular." said the black shirt, walking to Qing Huan and squatting down in disregard of her image. His black eyes and Qing Huan looked at each other. Both of them saw their reflection in each other's pupils. . "How about, do you want to go to my house? My house is very good, you can take a hot bath, then change your clothes and eat snacks."

Snacks!

He even said: "When do you like to steal customers from me?"

"How can I call it a robber? Can't I fall in love with this beautiful girl at first sight when I was in church?" The black shirt said frankly, and he looked like a shameless person. His eyes are obviously black, but A gray light was revealed, as if it was depraved. "Lian, don't always think that I have bad intentions."

Turning his gaze faintly, he said to Qing Huan: "Actually, I want to ask you to help..."

Qing Huan interrupted her before she finished speaking, "Do you want to eat?"

"...It's a package."

"That's fine." Qing Huan said calmly. "I'll go to your house. No matter what is busy, I will talk about it, as long as I can." In this case, even if a business is made, then she will not be ashamed of eating and sleeping at home, she is really wit.

It’s not sad that the black shirt was rejected. Instead, he stuffed Qinghuan with a business card: “There is my phone number on it, so you can call me as soon as possible if you have anything to do. I will help Qinghuan with everything.” Blew a kiss, turned and left.

Qing Huan stared at his back for a long time, thinking that this was really a weird person, then put the card in his pocket and said to Lian happily, "Let's go!"

As he walked, Lian said, "You said there are ghosts in the world, is it true?"

"Do you want it to be true or false?" Qing Huan asked casually, "If you believe it, you will not believe it or not."

"then you……"

"There is nothing wrong with your family, right?" Qing Huan smiled. "Then it's the right thing to find me, I'm professional."

Junlang's face is slightly embarrassed, "It may not be appropriate to say that it is a problem..."

"Ok?"

"It's been many years."

"What the **** is going on?" Qing Huan became curious. She even opened the car door for her and sat in. Then she couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of her heart that this man is a gentleman, and every move reveals his extremely good upbringing and gentleness. Getting along with him is really a spring breeze.

"My grandfather is eighty-five years old this year. It is normal to get a little sick at this age, but I don’t know why. Since 30 years ago, he suddenly stopped talking and did nothing every day. Pay attention, as soon as he talked to him, he said that he was so sleepy, so sleepy, but why he doesn't sleep, his eyes are wide open every day, you will surely be surprised when you see him."

"Not sleeping? He doesn't want to sleep?"

"I don't know. In short, he does this every day. He has never changed. He is always drowsy but does not sleep. I don't understand why. I have found many doctors and I can't see the cause. I have invited some monks and priests, but no one can tell why."

His voice is gentle and calm, but he can still hear the anxieties and distress in it. Qinghuan likes filial people, so he is very friendly to Lien. "It's no wonder that there are too many people nowadays, and the deceitful warlocks are even more. Many, true celestial masters will not be famous, they will only quietly get rid of demons and demons.” Just like her master, when evil spirits endanger the world, they are desperate, but no one knows, no one. tell.

They live quietly and work hard all their lives to eliminate demons. This is the meaning of the existence of the heavenly master.

It is to make the living people have a better life.

"Yes, so I was surprised when I saw you in the church, because there is really no other way, so I took the liberty to ask you to take a look."

"Don't take the liberty." Qinghuan waved his hand. "You're welcome, I ate your meal."

Every sip of water needs to be clear. Before even speaking, Qinghuan asked him: "Then come to your house later, you can take me to see your grandfather first."

"it is good."

It takes more than an hour to get from the hotel to Lian’s home, and Qinghuan quickly gets sleepy in the car. She yawned first, and then leaned her head against the car window. She knocked several times, so pain that she snoozed and frowned. Lian saw it, and quietly reached out to block her head, Qing Huan's brows slowly unfolded.

Qinghuan didn't wake up at the destination, and didn't even rush to call her, so she sat in the car and waited for her to wake up. About an hour later, Qing Huan slowly opened her eyes. She yawned first, her eyes were clean and innocent with hazy water vapor, making Lian's heart beat fiercely. He quickly lowered his head to cover up, and then greeted softly: "You are awake."

"Have I slept for a long time?"

"Two hours, you look tired."

"Yeah." Qing Huan nodded fiercely. Can she not be tired? She has no money to take a car and walks all the way. She is almost sleepy. The car is so comfortable to sit in. She just wants to live in it and can't get out. "Ah, by the way, are we here yet?"

"Ok."

Even got out of the car by herself, and then walked around to Qinghuan to open the door for her. Qinghuan blushed with the gentleman's behavior. He spent a long time with the shameless and shameless master on the mountain, and all those who came down the mountain were also a group of people. Compared with these rude and mediocre men, even is a god! She said: "Don't be so polite, I will open this door."

"Girls are always worthy of being treated tenderly." With a slight smile, "please inside."

This is a very big house. I can’t see the side at a glance. It took a long time to get to the living room. Qinghuan looked at the layout and furnishings of the house all the way. The feng shui is excellent, and the places where flowers and plants are planted are very particular. Okay, and it's not so good. Ordinary people should feel refreshed every day when they live in it. How could they have dementia at the age of fifty, as Lian said?

With this question, Qing Huan saw Lian's grandfather.

I said he was eighty-five years old, and he looked...a little older, and his beard and hair were all white and long, and I could see that he hadn't taken care of it for a long time. Lian smiled bitterly and said: "He doesn't let people come close. He doesn't allow anyone to touch him except for taking a bath and washing his hair once a month. He just sits like this and shouts sleepy every day."

When Qing Huan got closer, he heard the old man's voice, "Sleepy. Sleepy. Sleepy..."

Feeling aggrieved and sad with a crying voice.