The days of being a writer in a different world

Outside the emergency room of Yue's private hospital, Yue Yan suppressed his anger and made a call: "...Cen Fanghua, are you fucking crazy?"

"Am I crazy? Ah Yan, I kindly invited a little bastard to eat meat, why don't you appreciate it?" Cen Fanghua pouted her red lips, enchanting and charming, "You have eaten it too! Don't your Yue family like to eat it the most? It is greasy and fragrant to the bone, and the skin is tender and tender, so people are reluctant to part with it."

Cen Fanghua held the phone in one hand, her face was flushed, excited and excited, and the other hand was stroking the blood-stained bandage on the inner side of her arm. On the edge of the gauze was an old scar that was the size of a coin and deeply sunken.

The door was suddenly opened, and Cen Fanghua turned his head angrily. It was Yue Chang'an. He stood at the door with a sullen expression and said, "Mrs. Cen, sir, please explain."

Cen Fanghua bit her lip, chewed and swallowed the word "roll" that almost blurted out, carefully smoothed her hair on the sideburns, and walked out of the room gracefully.

Yue Jun watched Yue Changan gently close the door of the study, and Cen Fanghua sat down gracefully on the sofa chair for guests, with her back straight and delicate and beautiful as if carved, without a trace of expression on her face.

He lightly pressed the center of his brows, and suddenly he felt a little tired and tired.Greed is the original sin, he knows what Cen Fanghua wants, A Yan's love, illusory freedom, and the whole Yue clan, right?

Cen Fanghua gritted her teeth and forced herself to relax. What's the matter?She just made the best decision for the Yue family. She smiled, looked into Yue Jun's deep eyes, and said, "Brother, look, I made up your mind for you. Since someone has to sacrifice, why not?" Isn't it this kind of ghost?

Ah Quan is your nephew, your own nephew, he is kind and considerate, with outstanding talents and learning, and you are the uncle you most admire.You also watched him fall to the ground with your own eyes, and grow into his current appearance bit by bit, can you bear it?Have the heart to let him, like his father, sacrifice everything and destroy everything? !His father has already taken on the responsibilities and pains of the previous generation, so you want Ah Quan to continue to bear the tragedies of this generation? "

Yue Jun's eyes turned cold, as if they had condensed into ice in an instant, and he said slowly: "A Yan voluntarily replaced his second brother to perform the sacrifice, and you should know better than him what is the inheritance and responsibility of the family. What made you mistakenly think that the Yue family is indispensable?"

He raised his chin, and gestured coldly to the slightly raised cover under her sleeve: "Cen Rou?

In ancient times, after the defeat of the Cen Clan, they were almost killed as slaves and prisoners of war. It was not until I, Shanyinyue, discovered that the Cen meat can make sacrifices extremely effective, that the Cen Clan has been passed down as a vassal until now.What kind of confidence do you use to challenge the bottom line of my family's inheritance, just because you are the pure blood of the Cen family?One of the few effective 'Cen meat' inheritance?Or your father's ridiculous capital? "

Yue Jun shook his head, and said in a low voice with disappointment: "You should thank Ah Quan, he gave you the chance to live a long life."

Cen Fanghua's teeth clucked uncontrollably, and she stood up abruptly, widening her beautiful and terrified eyes: "No, no! No! You can't do this to me. I'm Ah Quan's mother, the sole heir of the Yue family. Mother!"

Yue Jun closed his eyes slightly, let himself relax on the back of the comfortable chair, and ordered: "Let her recuperate, and never see outsiders again. The Cen family is restless, give it a good blow."

The woman's screams stopped abruptly, and the door was gently closed again.

Now, we can only see if the child can make it through. If he can't make it through, the clan elders will be satisfied with this sacrifice, even if he has a sigh of talent and spiritual endowment.

Yue Jun was a little lost in thought, Cen Fanghua dared to do this, in addition to protecting the cub to act first, it was nothing more than seeing his slight weakness and hesitation.Originally, he also thought that he didn't have to hesitate at all whether to choose the ghost-born, teenage child who was enlightened as a sacrifice, or to choose the well-behaved and talented nephew who was raised by his side to sacrifice.

There is no need to worry about not meeting each other. After offering sacrifices, give him generous compensation, and let him live the rest of his life happily and richly. For a child whose spirit is awakened so late and with such a low degree of spiritual compatibility, waste utilization is very important. Everyone is good.

Until the child woke up, those surprising news came, one unexpected spiritual book after another.He even produced a scripture that even the clan elders were amazed by.Will such spiritual gifts and talents really be deprived and destroyed?

It is the tragedy of the Yue clan's blood to be able to sacrifice with the body, and it is also the greatest reliance and inheritance.

Cen meat is added with esoteric medicine to harmonize with the blood of Yue, and the yin is introduced into the body, and the yin is imprisoned inside to sacrifice to gluttony.

Now, heaven will make a just and cruel decision for him.

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Yue Yan raised his head and stared at the snow-white ceiling, stretched his legs and lay outside the emergency room. When he came back from offering sacrifices, he was probably like this, overwhelmed by clouds, right?If he really knew this would be the result, would he have tried to steal the "Cen meat" that should have been eaten by the second brother just because of Cheng Rou's angry words at that time?

He has no memory of the horror and tragedy of the process of offering sacrifices to Taotie.

It is said that Taotie, the ghost and god, likes to eat spirituality the most. There are countless spirits in the world. If all spirituality is eaten up, all human beings will be ruined.The clever ancient Yue clan discovered that their own blood can be used to induce yin. What are yin spirits?It's just a spirituality that is obsessed with obsession and discarded. Keeping it will only pollute the earth and other spiritualities. It is not only suitable for feeding ghosts and gods, but also uses waste to clean the blue star. How good it is!

Especially with the power of Cen Rou, the body of the Yue family is filled with condensed Yin spirits, which can feed ghosts and gods for decades at a time.The priests of the Yue clan made good use of this point and obtained a lot of benefits for the clan. The price they paid was just to use a descendant of the direct blood to make sacrifices every few decades—he couldn’t die anyway, but was invaded by the ghosts. No matter how spiritual endowment is, it's over.

It's just that the more modern it is, the more difficult it is to pass on bloodlines, and the loss of spirituality between heaven and earth is also increasing, faster and faster.The Yue clan wanted to stop offering sacrifices. How could those aristocratic families who were staring like wolves and tigers with blood-red eyes still want to let the Yue clan continue to occupy a lot of fat and fat resources?

Back then, he stumbled and stumbled on this road, and bumped into it by himself in a daze.

Seeing Cheng Chen's brilliant and vivid appearance in writing literary and spiritual fu, it was as if he was once young, frivolous and confident invincible.

Finally, did the bad breath that he hadn't shaken off in eight lifetimes stick to his elder nephew?

However, the first blood males of this generation originally only had Cheng Chen, and his and Cen Fanghua's biological son - Yuequan.

Yue Yan tightly closed his eyes, no longer thinking about it.It is useless to think too much, but thinking and confusion are inherently troublesome.

The door of the emergency room was suddenly pushed open, Yue Yan suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up from the seat, grabbed the female doctor who was in the lead and asked, "Wu Niu, how is he...?"

Yue Duo took off his mask, frowned and shook his head.

Yue Yan only felt that his heart was tightened all of a sudden, and it was empty again, and he didn't know where to put it. He heard himself ask numbly: "What's the matter with him? Can he only offer sacrifices?"

A little hesitation floated between Yue Duo's brows, and he said: "No, I'm not sure. Although I only saw you at the time when you were offering sacrifices, but the family records and your time... no, he is completely different, I Don't know how to describe it, don't know what he's going to be like. Very, very weird."

As the descendant of the family's witch doctor line, Yue Duo has kept pace with the times. He has already obtained a doctorate degree in medicine from the United States and Huaguo before the age of 30, and is now the official "witch doctor" of the family.

Yue Yan couldn't wait for her vague explanation, and hurried into the ward. The family doctor of the Yue family couldn't do anything about Cheng Chen, and he had already been sent to the intensive care unit.

After being guarded heavily, Cheng Chen was lying on the wide white hospital bed, immature and peaceful.

Yue Yan stepped forward lightly, stretched out his hand to probe his face, and quickly retracted it.

"The body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people, only about 35.2 degrees, moderate coma. This is a normal reaction of Cen Rou Yin Yin, and more Yin spirits will enter the body within 24 hours, but..." Yue Duo hesitated for a moment, pointing Between Cheng Chen's forehead, "Look at his seal."

Following Cheng Chen's shallow breathing, a very faint lotus flower loomed between his seals.

"Modern medicine believes that the human Yintang is closely related to the pineal gland. It controls the birth, old age, sickness and death of people. Some people even say that it is the residence of the soul. We in China have always called it the sea of ​​consciousness, the boundless place where human consciousness resides. ocean."

Yue Yan slowly traced the nasturtium flower between his eyebrows with his empty fingers, and murmured: "The Great Compassion Curse?"

"You have to know that after my Yue family's blood is imprisoned in the Yin, there will be a lot of chaotic obsessions in the Yin spirit, and even dominate the consciousness of the body. In modern medical understanding, those obsessions are left in the world by the human spirit. Intense mental fluctuations, from a certain point of view, both spirit and mental waves are material."

Yue Duo secretly glanced at Yue San, who had a rare dignified expression, and said, "Look, Cheng Chen's expression is very serene, there is no sign of ghosts eroding spirituality, or even being suppressed by mental fluctuations. It proves that a large number of Yin spirits are gathering, and his body is gathering Yin spirits at an extremely fast speed, imprisoning them in his body."

There are many weird instruments in the ward, and the different values ​​are rising geometrically. One machine even emits short alarm sounds from time to time.Yue Yan didn't understand what it was, but when he saw it, he felt resistance and disgust in his heart, so he turned his head and stopped paying attention.

His body also clearly sensed that the room was getting colder and colder, and he shivered involuntarily.

"Okay, you go out first, this place... is especially not suitable for you." Yue Duo dragged the somewhat awkward Yue Yan out of the ward.

Yue Jun accepted Yue Duo's report, and tapped his fingers on the table lightly, feeling a little irritable. He hated all situations beyond his control, which would always make him lose something by surprise.For example, the recklessness of the third child 16 years ago, for example, in the more distant days, the smiling girl resolutely left.

He pressed the beeper on the table, paused for a moment, and said, "Let Ya Zi go to that child's side."

Cheng Chen didn't know the complicated struggles and emotions of various people outside the sea of ​​consciousness.

He stayed quietly in the small universe of his own sea of ​​consciousness, held his head up in admiration, and held his chin hard to prevent it from falling out of shock.Huh?Will the jaw of the mental body drop?This is a serious question.

[I'm so stupid, really.I only knew that Wen Ling and Vajra would come to this world when I recited the sutras; I didn't know that the merciful and compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has long been lurking in my small universe, saving all sentient beings! 】

Cheng Chen murmured, seeing in the sea of ​​knowledge, the golden lotus under the feet of the merciful Guanyin sister, swaying the nectar of poplar branches, with a little bit of spiritual light, the gloomy blue mist instantly turned into rounds of peaceful clouds .The cyan mist came from nowhere, rushed towards his spiritual body tirelessly, and then turned into a thick cloud of spiritual energy amidst the phantom of the golden lotus and the scattered nectar.

Very good, now there are clouds in my small universe, maybe there will be a rain of nectar at some time, it is so happy and exciting... What a ghost!

Cheng Chen looked up at Sister Guanyin, who was floating far away, with a sad face, and prayed silently in his heart, "Sister Guanyin, who is merciful and compassionate, can you please send me back to my body?"Take your time here, don't rush.

However, the signal in the sea of ​​consciousness is probably not good, not to mention wifi, even the thoughts cannot be transmitted to Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the spiritual body is even more inaccessible.

The phantom of Avalokitesvara smiled compassionately, as if he didn't understand the inner voice of the little spiritual body beside him, and rescued him from suffering.

Could this be what the Yue family called "Prisoner Yin"?Is it to imprison a person's soul in his own body?What are you playing!Cheng Chen covered his head frantically, and thought ten thousand times, "Let me out!!!" There was no movement, there was nothing he could do.

Is such a "prisoner" caused by blood, or is it the result of a conspiracy of competing interests?

While waiting in silence for no time, Cheng Chen's thoughts seemed to sink to the bottom of a pond, cold and uncontrollably chaotic.

There is a thought that has always stuck in his heart to support him: he is needed in this world.Someone, maybe a few, would do everything in their power to get him back.