I'm going to fuck you

Wei Zexu had no extra thoughts about Zhang Wei being so quick and easy. He quickly decided on the time and place of the appointment with Zhang Wei. After all, this matter could not be sloppy at all.

When Chu Zeyuan came in, he only saw Wei Zexu playing with his mobile phone. He leaned over and kissed Wei Zexu on the cheek, "I won't go to school with you tomorrow."

He planned to forage for food, hunt ghosts, to nourish his ghost energy, and then completely expel the power of the cinnabar talisman paper from his body, but this matter cannot be discussed with Wei Zexu.

After all, what Wei Zexu saw was always the one who was imitated by the ghost, gentle and clean. If Wei Zexu saw him tearing his prey with ghost claws, wouldn't he be frightened?

Thinking of this, he unconsciously sighed, and the worry in his eyes deepened, and his eyes were extremely deep and cold.

Seeing Chu Zeyuan's depression, Wei Zexu couldn't help but feel a little guilty. After all, he planned to skip class and go to the Taoist temple tomorrow. Thinking of this, he touched his nose and said, "Remember to heal your wounds well."

I'll find a way to get you back together, the rest of the sentence was buried in his throat, and he didn't say it.

The two looked at each other, and they both hid the thoughts in their hearts deeper, trying not to let the other party see it.

It's better not to let him know, lest he worry.

The two of them tacitly thought of it.

On the second day, Wei Zexu left the door early and arrived at the place agreed with Zhang Wei. After waiting for about 10 minutes, Zhang Wei came late.

"Why are you so slow?"

Wei Zexu stared at Zhang Wei up and down, and keenly noticed something was wrong. Zhang Wei's clothes were a little wrinkled, like yesterday's clothes, and the expression on his face was a bit haggard.

"Did something happen at home?" He asked tentatively. After all, Zhang Wei's current state was really wrong.

"Well, when I went back last night, my mother suddenly fainted and was hospitalized," Zhang Wei rubbed his eyes, his eye sockets were a little red, "it is said to be in the advanced stage of gastric cancer, and my dad will be guarding in the hospital. Surgery, I want to ask the Taoist priest if there is still a chance for my mother to be saved."

Cancer is a thing that can easily take the lives of others. Zhang Wei felt uncomfortable, and Wei Zexu could only pat him on the shoulder in relief: "Let's go ask, maybe there is hope."

In the past, he always felt that it was too ethereal to place his life on ghosts and gods. After all, the Marxist historical materialism had been promoted for so many years. He firmly believed that there were no ghosts and gods in this world, but he happened to meet When he arrived at Chu Zeyuan, it almost broke his ten-year cognition, and he couldn't help but not believe it.

Maybe there is really hope?

The atmosphere between the two of them was a bit heavy, Wei Zexu didn't say much, but walked halfway up the mountain along the way last time, and when he arrived at the Taoist temple, it was still Taoist who opened the door to welcome visitors.

The two walked through the courtyard and were taken to the small room last time. Daoist Xu still looked the same as last time. Wei Zexu was a little puzzled by the familiar traces between his brows and eyes, but he couldn't figure out what it was. like who.

This time, the two entered the small room together.

When Wei Zexu saw Daoist Xu, he couldn't wait to ask, "Master Xu, do you know how to heal the ghost injured by the cinnabar talisman?"

Daoist Xu smiled when he heard this question, "Could it be possible that my little friend also likes to study this method of Taoism, and wants to deal with ghosts?"

Wei Zexu blushed and shook his head.

"No," he retorted subconsciously, without explaining, he just asked, "Master Dao, is there any way?"

Daoist Xu sat there inscrutablely, without speaking, he was indeed a cultivator with some morals, so he could also see the ghost energy on Wei Zexu's body, and his physique gradually changed by Shao ghost energy.

This person is probably bound up with a powerful ghost, and he presumably came here for that ghost.

Not to mention the temper of that fierce ghost, just that fierce ghost is enough for a practitioner like him to be afraid of. It would be great if it wasn't eradicated, let alone cure it?

Seeing Daoist Xu not speak, Wei Zexu was a little disappointed, but he didn't force it, he just stepped aside. Daoist Xu looked at him, sighed secretly, and persuaded, "Little friend, people and ghosts have different paths."

Wei Zexu's face tightened, and he looked nervously at Daoist Xu. He was not worried about himself, but worried that his recklessness would expose Chu Zeyuan and cause him trouble.

Daoist Xu is a bit of a Taoist, so he is naturally aware of his own situation. Wei Zexu couldn't help but feel annoyed, feeling very irritable. Maybe his head was kicked by a donkey, and he came here so recklessly.

Seeing Wei Zexu's appearance, Daoist Xu knew that he would not listen to persuasion, so he didn't say much, but turned to look at Zhang Wei, "What are you asking for?"

Zhang Wei told about his mother's illness, hoping that Daoist Xu could help him. His eyes were red like a trapped animal.

"Life and death have destiny, little friend. I am neither a living Bodhisattva nor the Great Luo Immortal. To tamper with other people's fate is already against the law of nature," Daoist Xu flatly refused, and he said a long paragraph casually, "Little friend, let's die."

Seeing the faint hostility emerging from Zhang Wei's shoulders, he couldn't help sighing, turned his head and left the room, his intention to refuse was obvious.

Zhang Wei's heart was overwhelmed, and the last ray of hope in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished. This made him feel confused and furious, and he couldn't even control his emotions.

Wei Zexu walked over and patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder, "I'm looking to see if there is any other way, there will always be a way out."

Zhang Weiruan wiped his face, his voice was hoarse, and he didn't answer Wei Zexu's words, "Let's go down the mountain."

If this Taoist priest is not good, then can he turn to ghosts and gods for help? His eyes lit up, thinking of Chi Changli staying at his home, his breathing became short of breath, and even his eyes seemed a little strange.

"Zhang Wei, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Zexu only felt that something was wrong with Zhang Wei's eyes, and asked out of habit, but did not get Zhang Wei's answer. After the two went down the mountain, Zhang Wei quickly left, as if he was in a hurry to do something. .

When Wei Zexu returned home, it was already noon, and Chu Zeyuan was not at home, and he didn't know where he had gone.

What's going on, didn't you agree to let him recuperate at home?

Visible anger appeared in Wei Zexu's eyes. He sat on the sofa with his head propped up, but Daoist Xu's words echoed in his ears: Humans and ghosts have different paths, right?