After rebirth, the master became the white moonlight

When it rains, the cloud village is more humid than usual, and the fog is even bigger. Even at night, clouds of fog will rise, and the lanterns on the street will be dimly shadowed, which is a little scary.

At the moment, the door of Qian's house was wide open, and a few maidservants ran out in the rain, knocking on the door of the medical clinic from house to house in the street.

"Mr. Zhao, please do me a favor and save our young master. My master will give you any money! Please open the door! Please open the door!"

On a rainy night, a strong hand slapped on the wooden door for an unknown amount of time. The rain hit the back of the hand, and the servant shivered from the cold, his nails and lips were abnormally purple.Even later, he knelt down at the door of the Zhao Family Medical Center, and there was nothing to respond to him except the rain after autumn.

Just as he got up and was about to leave, the door of the clinic opened with a bang.He stepped forward in surprise: "Mr. Zhao..."

It was not Zhao Langzhong who came out, but his wife, in her 40s, with a slightly fat body, but she was born round and smooth, and was well maintained.With a hostile look on her face, she raised her foot and kicked the servant's thigh, causing him to stagger a few steps.

"What's the ghost howling in the middle of the night? Yuncun is so uneasy now, who dares to go out in the middle of the night? Hurry up and get out."

The man came forward again, impatiently grabbed Madam Qian's left wrist, and said in a mournful voice: "Madam, please tell Zhao Langzhong, this is a life!"

The cold rain touched Mrs. Zhao's jade arm, and she screamed excitedly, raised her right hand and slapped it: "Let go of your dirty hands, what kind of life, who knows what he got?" Illness, the emperor may not be cured when he comes, you might as well prepare for the funeral if you have this time!"

After Mrs. Zhao finished speaking, the wooden door was slammed shut again. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the servant could only limped back with a swollen face.

Arriving at the gate of the Qian family, Mr. Qian was pacing at the door. Mr. Qian had just passed his [-]th birthday a few days ago. The guests who came and went said that he had a ruddy complexion and a good spirit, and he would definitely live longer than Nanshan.In just a few short days, Master Qian had almost lost weight, and the gray sense of defeat on his face could not be concealed.

Seeing the last servant come back, he didn't care about opening the umbrella, and rushed down the steps, asking with trembling hands, "How?"

The servant lowered his head, shook his head, and said for a while, "Master, Mr. Zhao...he refuses to come."

Zhao Langzhong is the doctor with the best medical skills in Murakami. If he refuses to come, I really don't know what to do.Master Qian staggered, and his servants supported him. His old hands waved weakly, and he walked slowly towards the house leaning on a cane.As soon as I got up the steps, a maid ran over in a panic, crying, "Master, young master, he... can't do it..."

Master Qian entered the room in a hurry. On the bed, Qian Min's complexion turned blue and he trembled all over.Mr. Qian leaned on the ground with his crutches angrily: "What are you waiting for! Go find the doctor again, I want to save him... save my grandson..." Speaking of the uncomfortable place, he turned to look at the little doll on the bed, with a Sobs rose up his throat.

"master……"

"If the doctor doesn't come, then find someone else to do it! Find it! I can't let him die...I won't let him die..."

The pouring rain hit the ground, connecting the sky and the earth, forming a water net. No one moved, only silence and occasional sobbing.

"Master..." The master trembled, like a talisman that directly crushed the Qian family's master. He leaned on the door frame, raised his head and couldn't stop shouting: "Why! Why!!"

After the downpour, Yuncun saw the sun for the first time. The sunlight pierced through the mist, but it couldn't shine through the gate of Qian's house.

The whole family of the Qian family was wrapped in plain white clothes. The little doll had already dressed up and was lying in a wooden coffin specially made for him. Today he had a day of vigil, and tomorrow he was going to be buried and returned to ashes.

It was night, and the white lanterns in front of the Qian Mansion's gate flickered a few times in the wind. Several maids who were guarding the spirit were drowsy, but were startled by the sudden movement and woke up in a panic.

The candle was still burning, and wax tears dripped down the candle body, accumulated on the tray and solidified into wax.Suddenly a strong wind blew up outside, blowing paper money and cigarette ash in the mourning hall, a maid stood up and was about to close the door a little, when she heard the ringing of bells from far and near accompanied by the sound of footsteps, da, da.After a while, I heard someone singing: Yunyan Ancient Village Taoist family, one mansion, one lamp and one torch of wax, all living beings don't know the hatred in their hearts, and take one soul to die one person.

The voice was clear and mournful, piercing through the long wind in the dark night, reaching the ears of everyone in Qian Mansion.

The bell was getting closer and closer, and it could be heard ringing three times for every step he took.

The chanting continued, passed through the ears three times, the footsteps stopped, the ringing of the bell stopped, and when everyone in the Qian Manor came back to their senses, the man was already standing outside the house.

Master Qian raised his head and saw that the man was wearing a moon-white robe with a string of three bells hanging around his waist. He had a handsome face, like a priest cultivating immortals.

"you are?"

"I'm here to help."

Master Qian was puzzled at first, then his pupils lit up, and he immediately made way for him.When the man stepped into the room, the bell around his waist jingled along with the movement of his body. He walked to the wooden coffin of the little baby, turned his head with a calm expression, and said, "Bring a bowl of clean water."

The maid hurriedly brought a bowl of water and handed it to him. He lit a talisman, put it into the water when the talisman was about to burn out, and turned it into a bowl of talisman water. Ten talismans.

The talisman ash had settled in the talisman water, and he poured the talisman water into his hand again, filtered out the soft talisman ash, dipped it in his hand, and painted a horizontal stroke on the little doll's forehead, from the top of the head down, past the bridge of the nose and lips Until the chin is drawn vertically.

He hooked his lips, smiled lightly, and said slowly, "Wake up."

After he finished speaking, the little doll in the wooden coffin opened its eyes.

Everyone is overjoyed.Master Qian lay on the coffin and reached out to touch the person inside, but his hand stopped halfway in the air. The person in the coffin had big eyes, thick rouge on his face, and red lips. ——The burial custom of Yuncun said that the children who died young were too young to know the way, and they were made up into impermanent ghosts, and someone would naturally pick them up when they reached the ground.

At this time, the eyes of the little person in the coffin were motionless, staring straight ahead, he didn't look like a living person, but really like an impermanent little ghost.

"Taoist... this..." Master Qian was worried about his hands that had nowhere to rest, with an anxious and joyful expression on his face.

The priest turned his head and smiled: "Master, don't worry, he just woke up, he hasn't really come back to life yet."

"Then, how can we bring him back to life?"

"Soul change."

The Qian family is in business, and has never had contact with people who practice immortality and Taoism. When he heard that he was going to change his soul, Master Qian turned pale with fright. He looked around, and the maids and servants looked at him and quickly lowered their heads. , no one dared to look at him.

"...The Qian family supports you, isn't there anyone who is willing to stand up for the Qian family?" Master Qian pointed at a group of people and angrily leaned on the ground with his cane.

"No." The Taoist priest said, "This doll looks only three or four years old. If an adult's soul is used to replace it, this body will definitely not be able to support it, so we need to find a child of similar age to replace it."

"Same age..." Master Qian murmured, turning from joy to worry: "Yun Village is remote, no one dared to marry here these years, and many people moved away with their whole families. There are one or two newly married couples in the village. It's not easy, let alone a three or four-year-old child..."

"Master, there is indeed a three-year-old child in our village."

Master Qian heard the reputation and looked, the person who said this was a servant standing beside him, one side of his face was swollen, and the bruise had not disappeared.Mr. Qian had an impression of this person. He was the last servant who came back last night. He went to Mr. Zhao Langzhong's house to seek medical treatment. His face was slapped severely by Mr. Zhao Langzhong's wife, and his legs were also kicked with bruises. green.

"Master, I forgot. Mr. Zhao from the village is old enough to have a son. Now his wife is in her 40s, and his son is just three years old!" The servant's eyes were full of urgency, like a knife stabbing at Mr. Qian.

Master Qian was a little distracted, thought for a while and said: "Yes, yes, yes, the Zhao family has a young son, that's right." When he raised his head, he was a little scared when he met the eyes of the Taoist priest, and asked: " Daoist, I have a question, what will happen to the child after the soul change?"

The Taoist priest didn't answer him immediately, but pointed to the person in the wooden coffin: "That's how it looks."

That's right, it looks like this.The eyes are dull, unable to speak, unable to move, as if dead.

Master Qian was terrified. He was just an ordinary person, but he also knew that if his own child survived, it would be someone else's child who died...

Master Qian is still kind, he has been rejecting this matter in his heart.But when he saw the little man lying in the wooden coffin, he felt a pang of pain in his heart. He wondered what his Qian family did wrong so that he would suffer such a disaster.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, before Master Qian got up, there was a knock on the door of his bedroom. After knocking twice, he pushed the door open and entered without waiting for the people inside to answer.The people who came were travel-stained, they seemed to have come back from a night trip, and there was still a little dew on their clothes.

"Father! Miner, he..." This man is Master Qian's only son, Qian Zhihong, who is also the biological father of the little baby. He was going to Jiangbei to discuss business, but when he heard that his son was critically ill, he turned back halfway and rushed back to Qian's house this morning. .

"I heard that a Taoist priest has come to the house, who can save Min'er's life, why don't you agree to him?" Qian Zhihong half knelt on the ground, looking up at his father.

Master Qian put on a coat and sat on the bed: "Hong'er, can you listen to the priest's advice on how to save people?"

"I heard that it was a soul change. I also heard that there is a three-year-old child in Zhao Langzhong's family!" Qian Zhihong looked happy. He received several bad news on the way back. I can't see it, who knows that there is such a powerful Taoist priest who can bring people back to life!

"Since you know everything, why are you still willing to do such a thing? What is the difference between this and killing people? It's simply absurd!"

"How absurd, it's okay if it's someone else, but I heard that he, Mr. Zhao, would not save him. We asked him many times, but what about him? He and his mother-in-law beat people and watched helplessly. My son is dead, what is the difference between them and killing people?"

Qian Zhihong got up and walked out, "I'll tell that Taoist priest that I will cast a spell to change my soul today!"

"Hong'er! Hong'er can't do it, you will suffer retribution!" Master Qian hurriedly got up and chased after two steps, but after all he was old and couldn't catch up. Qian Zhihong closed the door and locked it from the outside.