There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Ruocang spoke in a serious and determined tone in the darkness of night.

Even if the voice of the milk has not faded, and the tone of the tone is immature, it can't erase his seriousness from the heart.

Ou Zhiming is only a ray of soul, and he feels excited.

He wanted to reach out and hug Ruocang, giving this good boy a thankful kiss.

However, no matter what he thinks, he is just a mass of souls, and he can only make irresponsible promises.

——When I go back, I will thank you very much and buy you... candy.

Ruo Cang walked forward slowly, humming softly, extremely disdainful.

"Who cares."

Aware of Xiao Ruocang's kindness and sincerity, Ou Zhiming couldn't help but want to tease him.

——Really, I said that we will be like brothers in the future, and I will definitely buy you candy.

——You can tell me what you want to eat now, and I will remember it.

——Big White Rabbit, Whoa, Want?

"To shut up!"

Ruo Daozhang was young and had a big temper, and he roared in a childish voice, "I won't be with bad people like you!"

What candy!

Is this candy time!

Facing Xiao Ruocang, Ou Zhiming only had the kindness of Maitang's elders.

Yes yes yes, Ruo Cangcang is a friend of justice, don't be with old perverts like him.

He quietly stared at the short-legged figure, his soul so gentle that it could blend into the moonlight.

In the hazy and deserted night, Ruocang's footsteps were shallow and deep, and a light figure fell behind him.

As they walked, there was the clear sound of splashing streams. Ou Zhiming saw the stream that had appeared in his memory, and had a vague illusion that a war was coming.

Suddenly, the mountain wind blew, and Ruocang stopped with a vigilant look.

Before Ou Zhiming could ask, an uncontrollable tearing pain gradually arose in his soul, and the torture he was familiar with during the day surged up again!

"Humph."

Ruo Cang let out another haughty snort, raised his hand and slapped a talisman at Ou Zhiming.

He grabbed the soft branches of the nearby bushes and drew a formation on the spot.

The soft branches and leaves swept across the grass-covered ground without leaving a trace, but it relieved the pain of Ou Zhiming's soul a lot.

He seemed to be pricked all over with fine needles, and he seemed to be under anesthesia for pain relief.

While his consciousness was drowsy, Ou Zhiming saw himself clearly.

At the age of 11, I have a tall and thin body, and I am already a teenager with slender hands and feet.

However, it's not hard for him to recall that at that time, apart from his good looks and good acting skills, he had an unpleasant personality.

Indifferent and silent.

There are thousands of violent and dark emotions in my heart with nowhere to vent.

The only way to be alive in front of the screen is to win the script and act as someone else.

Ou Zhiming's doctors and family members thought he was mentally ill.

Only Ruocang can tell at a glance that the evil spirit has taken over the magpie's nest, dragging down the boy's reason and letting him struggle on the verge of losing control.

Those complex and gloomy evil remnants continued to erode the young man's body.

Ruocang had just helped Ou Zhiming block the evil interference, and the silent young man walked not far away.

He drew a magic circle during the day, and even if the evil spirit enters his soul, he will follow the call of the Anning Mountains and come to him.

Now that people are here, Ruo Cang will not waste any time.

He threw away the branch in his hand, trotted over, raised his right hand, and slashed his lumbar muscle horizontally, mercilessly chopping 11-year-old Ou Zhiming into the stream, causing the boy to struggle as if he had just woken up from a dream!

"Exorcise evil spirits, protect life and body, clear wisdom, peace of mind—"

Ruo Cang's little milk voice began to recite solemnly.

The young man who fell into the stream was thumping violently, Ruo Cang looked fiercely and said mercilessly: "You wait to be punished, retreat quickly, those who were born in the first place in the world, do not allow evil spirits to run rampant!"

Ou Zhiming's soul shook, as if following his voice, it fell apart and then gathered together again.

In the midst of chaos, I suddenly feel relieved.

original……

original!

Little Ruocang's words were not addressed to him, but to the grievances attached to the 11-year-old boy, wanting those unidentified evil beings to exit their bodies!

In the icy water of the stream, the boy raised his head and struggled.

Ou Zhiming felt sympathy for his young self, but he was delighted that Ruocang was kind and compassionate at a young age.

There is still time to hold up a handful of sad tears for myself——

Ruo Cang took care of him when he was 11 years old.

No wonder I can't beat him in the future!

Ruocang wrote a Taoist scripture to dispel evil spirits.

Suddenly, following the rushing stream, the boy bumped into a slightly shallow gravel beach, and finally he was able to stand firm and prop up his body, freeing himself from the suffocation of drowning.

He held on to the slippery big rock with no strength, and coughed up a puddle of black water.

Ou Zhiming thought it was blood, but the pool of "blood water" quickly condensed into a piece under the moonlight, dark and deep.

Ruo Cang's chanting suddenly stopped.

The wind blew violently in the silent mountain forest, and the trembling of the leaves was terrifying.

Ou Zhiming suddenly felt worried and looked at Ruo Cang, but he saw Ruo Cang standing still, staring at the young man in the stream.

--What happened!

Compared with his own safety, Ou Zhiming was more afraid of something happening to Ruocang.

After a while, he saw Ruocang frowning and looked over.

Ruocang's childish voice was low and his gaze was rare and serious, "You are going to die."

These words are not a curse, not a prophecy, but an explanation of the current situation of the teenager.

Ou Zhiming responded immediately.

——It doesn't matter if I die, you must...

Before finishing saying "Don't hurt yourself", Ruo Cang actually stepped into the cold stream.

Ou Zhiming remembered how cold the water was, and how deep it was hidden, his whole soul ignored the gradually rising pain, and said eagerly.

— Ruocang!

"Who said it doesn't matter!"

Little Ruo Cang was furious.

He stepped in the stream, stared at the young man crouching on the rock, and made several hand gestures in succession.

He didn't speak, but Ou Zhiming heard the roar of the Hong Zhong in a daze.

The entire Anning Mountains magic circle was slowly activated, and under the gathering of the remaining spiritual energy of Ruo Cang's body, it brought out an endless howl.

Ou Zhiming couldn't see anything.

He felt the icy cold stream, the tearing of his soul, and the complicated and chaotic calls of reciting for tens of thousands of years in his ears, weaving into a closed net, hanging between the threads.

Xuanwu, a snake and turtle metamorphosed by the Taiyin, crawls on the vast land.

The soul revives the mountains, forests and streams, and the pole, cathode and yang are separated.

The breathing with the same heartbeat and pulse as the Anning Mountains has eliminated the dark and dirty evil thoughts, leaving behind the clear and clear good thoughts, each returning to its own body.

Ou Zhiming regained the lost memory from his ignorance.

He remembered that he was soaked wet and was found by the crew without any injuries. He was so scared that the crew prayed for incense and fruit that night, praying that the mountain god would not blame him.

He remembered that he walked back to the Taoist temple exhausted, pushed open the door and fell back on the bed exhausted, and developed a high fever in the middle of the night, which made the master extremely worried.

He remembered the gloom he had seen at the funeral, and the clouds and mist around the Anning Mountains.

He and Ruo Cang's soul were separated, merged again, and finally separated.

But it also recalled the intertwined memories of each other.

The soul changed from light to heavy.

Scenes flashed by before him, even the grief he suffered when he lost his parents when he was young was faded by Ruo Cang's memory of reciting scriptures.

He saw that Ruo Cang was thin and thin, with a clear voice, wearing a purple robe, standing in the dojo, reciting the "Sutra of Repaying Parents' Kindness" for the villagers in Anning Town who lost their parents.

The sentence "burning incense during Qingzhai, performing prayers, reciting and rereading this scripture, sins will also be eliminated, and parents will be honored", aroused the deepest pain in his heart.

Even the phrase "burning incense during the Qingzhai period and praying during the Tao" that the senior brother said lightly on the phone has become unforgettable.

There is nowhere in the soul that is not without pain, and it is unbearably sad.

The worried conversation between Ruocang and Mr. Du imprinted in Ou Zhiming's mind.

The phrase "This pendant is bright and hides ups and downs, and the suffering master and Mr. Ou are very close in blood", resounding in my ears.

He burst into tears.

Ou Zhiming felt the tears, the gentle wiping of the corners of his eyes, and the tactile sensation of his stiff right hand being firmly grasped by a warm palm.

Ou Zhiming, who had been asleep for a long time, opened his eyes vaguely.

What entered the eyes was Ruocang's clear and clear eyes.

His Ruocang hair was tied up casually, and he was wearing light-colored clothes. He held his hand tightly and called his name softly.

"Ou Zhiming."

Ou Zhiming's whole body was stiff and sore, but he couldn't restrain himself from stretching out his hand, and pulled Ruo Cang fiercely, ignoring to hug him.

The weight of an adult man weighed on his heart, making him feel truly "reliable".

The room was quiet and quiet, Ou Zhiming took the heavy breathing and heartbeat of lightly crying in his sleep, and his breath was closely attached to Ruo Cang.

After he fully felt "alive", he rubbed against Ruo Cang's ears, and said in a hoarse and dry voice, "I'm back."

Once Ou Zhiming's soul left, it lasted for three full months.

Being supported by Ruo Cang, he felt that he was a useless person, and it was quite difficult for him to even walk.

Fortunately, with Ruocang, Ou Zhiming has someone to take care of him whether he is walking, eating, or changing clothes.

Even if he asked to take a bath, Ruo Cang could smoothly send him into the hot tub filled with his arms.

Ou Zhiming: ...

Ruo Cang is too powerful, Ou Zhiming has completely given up struggling.

He soaked in the hot water, lying on the edge of the bathtub in a sleepy state, looking at him like little Ruocang, and staring at big Ruocang all the time.

"What's wrong?" Ruocang picked up the bath flower and rubbed his back.

The technique of life cycle circulation is completed, Ruocang's soul is complete, they do not interfere with each other, naturally they have no ability to communicate with each other.

Ou Zhiming could no longer see Ruocang's beautiful light-white luck mixed with jet-black stains.

However, Ou Zhiming was able to return to his own body, and he was very happy.

He said in a hoarse voice: "When you were a child, you just looked at me like this, and you didn't want to turn your eyes away."

Ou Zhiming spoke slowly, with a sense of stagnation as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

But he insisted on saying, "Did you just fall in love with me then?"

Ruo Cang's memory is complete, of course he knows what Ou Zhiming is talking about.

Since he was born, there has been an old lecherous soul staring at him by his side. If it wasn't for the clean and comfortable breath of this soul, I am afraid that his greatest wish in this life is to kill this lecherous ghost so that he will never be reborn forever.

Now, Ou Zhiming is the boss, Ruocang can't argue with him.

Ruo Cang has the memory of three years ago, only to realize that Ou Zhiming, who entered by mistake, is... abominable!

"Yes, I've fallen in love with you." He wiped Ou Zhiming's body without complaint, "A person like you, turning into a soul, would even moleste a newborn child, what a bastard."

Ou Zhiming laughed hoarsely, "You bastard, are you still reluctant to let me die?"

"Just because you're a goddamn jerk isn't why you're damned."

Ruo Cang took the bath flower and rubbed it so that Ou Zhiming's throat constricted to avoid itching.

He was just about to take advantage of the victory to pursue and deliberately scratch Ou Zhiming's ticklish place, but he was immediately grabbed by this man and stretched his hand down.

"Then let the damn bastard see, how big is the trail?"

The world is the biggest patient.

Ruo Cang let him do whatever he wanted, taking a bath by himself until two of them were drenched.

Ou Zhiming's physical strength has not recovered, so he can't do anything.

But he was satisfied with the inspection work, and even childishly compared the size.

Later, he was so tired that he had to rely on Ruo Cang to serve him.

After all, he was a person who had been lying down for three months, which was completely different from when he was healthy.

The patient's life is to continue to lie down after taking a bath.

Ou Zhiming covered himself with the quilt, his body was tired, but he had too much to say.

He asked, "Did you go to Mount Anning to summon my soul?"

"Well, the master said that your remnant soul is scattered, and it should be wandering in the mountains. I go to the mountains to look for it every week."

"Wear Guandu's Taoist robe?"

Ruocang's expression was a little embarrassed, as if he was hiding his thoughts, he gave a faint "hmm".

Although they lost the ability to communicate with each other, their souls return to their bodies and their memories communicate with each other. Ou Zhiming's memories from childhood to adulthood have become the memories that Ruocang retrieved.

Naturally, I also remember the lingering blue-robed Taoist priest in the dream, and the time-space encounter in the woods of Anning Mountain at night.

The aura of the Anning Mountains is weak, but it can be implicated with Ruocang's soul. It is not surprising that anything happens in the place where thousands of remnant souls gather.

Although the journey is hard, Ruocang can also help Master clean up the evil spirits that have not been exorcised in the mountains by the way, which is also considered a practice.

However, Ou Zhiming instinctively sensed that Ruo Cang was hiding something.

He thought carefully about Ruocang's frank and simple life, and asked bluntly, "What are you hiding from me?"

As soon as these words came out, the embarrassment on Ruo Cang's expression turned into embarrassment.

He said: "Because you have been in a coma for too long, I will go to the Anning Mountains to find your remnant soul, so..."

"So?" Ou Zhiming had an ominous premonition.

Ruo Cang showed a pure, kind, lovely and innocent smile.

"So we announced to the public that we are preparing for "Guandu 3" in retreat."

Ou Zhiming woke up instantly from his drowsiness!

When I woke up, I was clearly arranged.