It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Huzi: "Oh, that's it."

Feng Jing walked towards Yin Cong, and said, "What about other situations? Feng Quan is not here, so please tell us."

Unexpectedly, before he approached, Yin Cong, who was staring at his palm with enthusiasm, took a step back, frowned and looked up at him.

Feng Jing didn't know why, so he took another step forward.

Yin Cong retreated again.

Feng Jing's head was full of black lines, "What are you doing..."

Yin Cong's tone was cold: "Don't come close."

Feng Jing:? ?

Yin frowned into a pimple, "What's the smell on you?"

Feng Jing raised his arm and smelled it, "It's just...perfume."

It's not for nothing that his cousin Feng Quan keeps calling himself a "Butterfly". If he doesn't make his body smell good, he would be ashamed to go out and meet the opposite sex on the street.

But the boyfriend in front of him, who was suspected to have the same name and surname as his cousin, obviously didn't like it. He looked down at the hem of clothes closest to Feng Jing, and frowned.The expression seemed to be "it's a pity that this piece of clothing is so stinky that I can't take it anymore".

It was the first time that Feng Jing, who had always been praised by the female elders in his family for his taste, was so clearly disliked by anyone other than his cousin Feng Quan, and it was the first time he had doubts about his own taste.

Over there, Feng Quan climbed directly to the top floor and went up to the rooftop.

The ghost was standing on the railing on the edge of the roof, dangling in the wind. It was a thin one, as if it would be blown down by the wind in the next moment and fall from the high roof.Feng Quan tightened his clothes and walked to the railing.

Beside him is the ghost, Ji Yiwen, a repeat student who committed suicide by jumping off the building before.

"Do you regret it?" Feng Quan asked him.

Ji Yiwen looked down at him condescendingly, half of his face was bloody, blood and tears flowed from his eyes, black and red blood dripped out and fainted in the air.

Feng Quan squinted at him, "Do you regret it?"

Ji Yiwen shook his head, his voice was a little ethereal: "I can't hold on anymore, it should be over long ago."

Feng Quan said: "If you really think so and really don't regret it, you won't be here now."

Calculated that the other party has been dead for more than seven days, but obviously the memory and consciousness are still there.If it is true that one's wish will be fulfilled because of death, it is considered a relief, and one should return to heaven and earth long ago.

But now Ji Yiwen lingers here, so he is obsessed with this place.

Ji Yiwen's eyes turned red, and tears of blood flowed down his face.

Feng Quan was worried that he was stained with Yin Qi, and Yin Cong would dislike him when he returned, so he put himself ten meters away from him, so he took out a crumpled piece of toilet paper from his pocket, and handed it to Ji Yiwen:

"Come down, don't cry. What's the use of regretting, I have something to ask you."

Ji Yiwen moved down quickly, took the paper in Feng Quan's hand, his expression was distorted, he seemed to be crying but not crying:

"Thank you, thank you..."

Feng Quan took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket, folded it into a chair, and then the talisman paper spontaneously ignited, and at the same time a seat with an enlarged size appeared behind Ji Yiwen.

Ji Yiwen was so moved by this ghost: "I really, really thank you..."

Feng Quan leaned against the railing, "You're welcome, sit down, let's chat."

Ji Yiwen nodded and sat down happily.As a result, I sat empty all of a sudden, and the chair fell down with a "click" and fell apart.

Feng Quan let out an "oops", stepped forward to take a look, and apologized, "I missed a bench leg. I'll fold another one for you."

From the beginning to the end, Ji Yiwen next to him had a sentimental expression on his face. When he sat down and faced Feng Quan face to face, he said:

"My parents...don't care about me. When I cry, they think I'm cowardly. When I'm sad, they think I'm not strong. When I fail, they call me a weak person. I can't be successful in this life...I say I accept my fate. , I can’t do well in this life, they say no, the failed child is their shame, if I fail at anything, they can only look at others and their children who show off their excellence. What they want...is just to be able to Talking material to show off to others, and the ability to provide them with material security."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows: "Did your parents say so?"

Ji Yiwen said in a resentful tone: "Yes! Every day, they repeat in my ears, they must get good grades in the exam, let them get rewarded for the money they spent on me, and don't let them lose their heads in front of their children's excellent relatives Come on, if you want to be successful and famous, let others talk about their children with envy... But I can't do it!"

Feng Quan asked: "So, are you going to end your own life?"

Ji Yiwen looked distressed: "I... I can't hold on any longer. I repeated my studies for three years, but I still can't get into a school that can do well, even the freshman freshman. Why, Am I doomed to be a loser?!"

Feng Quan said: "Is there anything I can't hold on to? I'm the last one, and I didn't even jump off the building. If you didn't choose to end your life so easily, you will understand when you see the society outside of school soon. , test scores are nothing, and failing to get into a good university doesn't mean you're a failure—but unfortunately, you're done for now."

Ji Yiwen tugged at her hair in pain: "I...I really...can't hold on."

Feng Quan said indifferently: "Isn't it tiring to live in the eyes of others? Because others are disappointed in you, you deny yourself and even kill your own life?... Forget it, I'm not a psychological counselor, take it easy Hurry up, wipe away the tears, really, the yin energy is all on me."

Ji Yiwen: "..."

Ji Yiwen quickly sorted out his emotions, and said: "You ask. I will tell you what I know. You probably want to ask Teacher Wang Qianqian about it."

Feng Quan said: "That's right. The place where Teacher Wang Qianqian jumped off the building...is the place where you jumped off. Since you are trapped on this rooftop, you should have witnessed everything that happened that night."

Ji Yiwen didn't know why, but suddenly there was a sharp light in the eyes of the elementary school boy in front of him, which made him feel cold all over, and he never dared to lie to him.

"She jumped from here, but it has nothing to do with me!"

"Oh?" Feng Quan tilted his head, "Didn't you seduce him?"

"No!" Ji Yiwen immediately denied, "Uncle Shao pushed her down!"

"Uncle Shao..." Feng Quan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ji Yiwen said truthfully: "Uncle Shao Kang, the husband of Teacher Wang Qianqian, he came to school with Teacher Wang Qianqian that day. In fact...Uncle Shao is also my father, but he doesn't allow me to call him that. My mother , Wang Qianqian remarried and married him..."

Feng Quan was a little surprised by what Ji Yiwen said. "And then, why did Shao Kang push Wang Qianqian down?"

Ji Yiwen recalled: "That day, Teacher Wang Qianqian came to talk about divorce with Uncle Shao Kang... We have been persuading Wang Qianqian, but she didn't listen, even though she knew that Uncle Shao Kang had cancer, she still didn't want to divorce. Neighbors and relatives talk about her behind her back, because since she remarried, she has pretended to have a harmonious family and a harmonious husband and wife, and she has blocked her escape route for divorce."

"She has always shown outsiders that Shao Kang is a good person, because if she still meets a scumbag after remarrying, people she knows and doesn't know will definitely talk about her behind her back, gloat and mock her, and be looked down upon by these people, and will be accused all her life Pointing out. So even though Shao Kang was drinking and domestic violence, doing nothing and not even having a job, she still lived with him for 17 years."

"If she faced Shao Kang with the decisiveness she had when she divorced my father, she wouldn't be so tired these years, and she would live well."

"...But I don't know why, that day she suddenly asked Shao Kang to talk about divorce."

Feng Quan asked: "Did Wang Qianqian invite Shao Kang? She invited a patient who was supposed to be in the hospital to the school, is that so?"

Ji Yiwen, who was immersed in the meeting, froze for a moment.

Feng Quan touched his chin and thought for a while, "It should be Shao Kang who came to the school to find Wang Qianqian on his own initiative. But I have to ask the person named Shao Kang about the specific situation. Then, what happened after Wang Qianqian died?"

Ji Yiwen was silent for a while, and said in a difficult tone: "She...is terrible. She stood up from the corpse, her body and eyes were red, I couldn't approach her, and I didn't dare to look directly at her. Then she left."

Wang Qianqian turned into a ghost.

Feng Quan finally asked Ji Yiwen, "Do you need to leave? I can help you leave."

There was a flash of emotion in Ji Yiwen's eyes, but unfortunately he shook his head in the end.

"Let me look here again, I want to look again."

Feng Quan sighed, "Obviously you gave up by yourself."

Ji Yiwen lowered his head and did not speak.

Feng Quan said: "Do it yourself, when you can finally let go, you will naturally return to heaven and earth. It's just that I can let you go now, but you'd better not do evil yourself, otherwise there will be no new life waiting for you, just your soul will fly away."

Ji Yiwen said: "Don't worry, I won't."

Feng Quan got up to leave, but when he remembered something, he turned around and said, "By the way, and also, don't provoke the celestial master, and don't show up when you see someone holding a talisman paper that smells good, they're not as talkative as I am."

After Feng Jing and Huzi inspected the scene, they turned their attention to the teaching building in front of them.

There was no one in the whole teaching building, and scriptures were pasted on the walls. It looked like a 40-year-old monk was sitting cross-legged on a futon and chanting scriptures. The young man named Yin Cong stood a little far away with his hair hanging down.

Feng Jing squinted his eyes, quickly dodged into the corridor, and walked upstairs quickly.

On the second floor, there is some yin energy that has not dissipated, probably because there is a place where the resentment of the deceased Wang Qianqian gathers here.But Feng Jing didn't care too much about these things, but continued to go upstairs - he wanted to see what that kid named Feng Quan was doing without telling the Heavenly Master.

The third floor, the fourth floor.

On the one hand, Feng Jing was still thinking, it's not easy for a high school student, he exhausted himself to climb the seventh floor every day without even having an elevator.

When I went up the stairs and was about to turn a corner, a figure suddenly stepped out from the corner wall.Feng Jing stopped abruptly, and was immediately surprised that it was Yin Cong who was supposed to stay downstairs and continue to be in a daze.