It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

【Do you have a dream? 】

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He slammed the phone down on the ground, and the advertisement page that jumped out of the screen was knocked upside down on the ground.

It was already off work, and there was no one else in the office except him, and the ceiling was whitened by the lights.He leaned on the back of the chair, looking at the piece of white in a daze.

His eyes gradually blurred, and the whiteness got farther and farther away from him.

Chaos' was intertwined, as if there were black silk threads climbing up the wall from his feet, and reaching the ceiling, entangled.

Then they gradually intertwined into a human figure, lying prone on the ceiling, and staring at him.

Cold sweat gradually oozes from his forehead, and all the trance is gone for a moment, and he can only stare at the figure facing him with his pupils wide open.

Then, suddenly, the black shadow fell down and fell towards his face.He was trapped in the shackles of this black mud, unable to breathe.

Black sludge seeped in from his facial features, and blood spread from his feet, stretching into a fiery and gorgeous pattern.

Suffocate, stir.

He woke up with a start.

The overhead lights flickered and then went dark.He was terrified, and hurriedly ran towards the door, and tried his best to break the door handle, but unfortunately he couldn't open it.

He's trapped in this office.

"don't want……"

He crouched on the ground with his head in his arms. Darkness is the best concealment for shadows. He didn't know if shadows were still standing in the dark and looking at him.

"Don't...don't come here..."

A thread deeper than the darkness spread out from under his feet, and slowly condensed and entangled in front of him, becoming a black entity.

A voice sounded from the darkness: "You... gave up on me..."

He shouted: "...don't...don't kill me...I'm the real one!"

The weather was getting colder, and there were not many people on the streets at night, and the lights of passing vehicles were dim, casting a beam of light with floating white mist.

Since the National Day holiday, Feng Quan has not been able to have a half-day holiday for two consecutive months. He calls Yin Cong every day. Yin Cong has recently become obsessed with the animal world.

Listening to a TV show with someone you like seems... quite romantic... huh?

Feng Quan stared at the mobile phone with the voice of the animal world commentary, until Yin Cong's voice came from the opposite side:

"Hang up, you should do your homework."

Feng Quan pursed his lips, looked around the room in a blink of an eye, and invited, "When are you coming to my place to play? I haven't seen you for a long time."

Yin Cong was silent for a while, "Go and clean your room?"

Feng Quan: "Oh, how can you say that, am I the kind of person who treats guests like this? Of course you are here and I will treat you well."

Yin never commented, "Hurry up and do your homework, and take pictures for me to check after finishing."

Feng Quan hummed a little unconvinced, he clearly wanted to fall in love with Yin Cong, but Yin Cong actually wanted to be his parent?

"What have you been doing recently?" Feng Quan took out the test paper from his bag.

"The store you registered, someone came to place an order."

Feng Quan asked curiously, "What kind of business is it?"

Yin Cong said: "It was ordered by Feng Jing from the Celestial Master. There was a person who claimed that someone was going to kill him, but no one but him could see the person he identified. After being transferred to the Celestial Master, they had no clue, so I want to give it to you."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows and said triumphantly: "The Tianshi Department still thinks highly of me? How about it? Tell me about it. I'm quite interested in this 'invisible murderer'."

Yin Cong said ruthlessly: "Don't worry about it, just do your homework."

Then hung up.

Feng Quan: "..."

The day before yesterday, the time for early self-study has been advanced again. Morning reading starts at 57:3, and you must be in the classroom before 05:30, 57 minutes earlier.Feng Quan received a wake-up call from Yin Cong at [-]:[-], and rushed into the classroom with his deskmate Ruan Shuai at the last second of [-]:[-].

Ruan Shuai complained while adjusting his hairstyle: "I arrived in the classroom at 57 minutes, I was really obsessed with obsessive-compulsive disorder, so what if I was 3 minutes late..."

Feng Quan kicked him, "Director."

Ruan Shuai immediately picked up the book and pretended to read it. The grade director outside the window glanced suspiciously at the last row, then squinted his eyes to look carefully at the students who were reading, and from time to time lowered his head to write down a coordinate in the small notebook.

Ruan Shuai moved his mouth happily while holding the book, and he was actually chatting with Feng Quan:

"Hey, do you know that there is a new fortune teller on the snack street outside the school, and there is no one else in the morning, so he comes next to our school, during the period of breakfast from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] Shall we go and have a look today?"

Feng Quan squinted at him: "You still believe this?"

"Of course!" Ruan Shuai said in a mysterious tone, "To tell you the truth, I... am someone who has seen ghosts!"

Feng Quan: "What gods and ghosts, believe in science."

However, Feng Quan was dragged out of the school by Ruan Shuai after the morning self-study was over.

As soon as I went out, I saw the fortune teller Ruan Shuai mentioned at the corner. He was wearing thin clothes in the low temperature morning, sitting cross-legged on the floor, with a long beard, like an old goat; wearing a pair of old-fashioned round-frame sunglasses , with a piece of cloth spread in front of him.It looks like that.

There are also quite a few curious students. The first and second graders arrive at the school just at this time. Some day students don’t enter the school gate and watch from afar with their schoolbags on their backs. They are curious but dare not come forward.Ruan Shuai excitedly said:

"Let's go and see!"

Feng Quan shrugged: "All right."

Walking to the fortune-telling booth, Ruan Shuai knelt down, rubbed his hands, and said, "Master, can everything be calculated accurately?"

The master closed his eyes and meditated, his lips barely moved, and his voice was buzzing: "Sincerity leads to spirit."

"Sincere, absolutely sincere! That... I want to ask..."

"Dingling—" The master threw a coin into the porcelain bowl in front of him.

Ruan Shuai understood in seconds, quickly flipped through his pockets, took out 100 yuan to put into the bowl, and asked:

"Master, I want to ask... Will I be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University in the future?"

Feng Quan glanced at Ruan Shuai after hearing the words: "..."

Master: "Fate is determined by people. If you can work hard to find it, you will eventually get what you want."

Ruan Shuai said happily: "Can you make your wish come true? That's great! You have accepted the auspicious words of the master!" Then he turned to look at Feng Quan, and said excitedly: "Feng Quan, did you hear, the master said that I can be admitted to Tsinghua University What about Peking University! Which one do you think I should choose, alas, this is really a question that can make me struggle for a year."

Feng Quan: "Don't worry about this, let's learn the language well first."

Ruan Shuai was not very convinced, and asked the master: "I can really pass the exam, right? I want to go back and tell my mother the news now!"

The master still sat down with disbelief: "If the calculation is wrong, just come to me."

Ruan Shuai excitedly said: "Since Master said so, then he must be right! Is it Feng Quan?"

Feng Quan didn't answer him, his eyes fell behind the master.

There was a wall behind the master, and it was morning, and the yang energy was not very prosperous. He actually saw a ghost appearing from the shadow behind the master.

And he also discovered that when Ruan Shuai called his name, the ghost actually looked in his direction, and hesitated to speak.

This ghost...does he know him?

With doubts, Feng Quan was dragged to buy food by the elated Ruan Shuai, so he had to put this matter aside for the time being.Unexpectedly, when he was about to go back to his residence at night, he was stopped at the school gate by the ghost he had seen during the day.

This ghost looks 25 or [-] years old, with a thin body, and it seems that he was not in good health before his death.But now that he is a ghost, he is dressed in a serious manner, well-dressed, and his body is clean and tidy.

With a scowling face, he came up to Feng Quan when he walked out of the school gate, and rubbed his hands.

"that……"

Feng Quan looked around and said to him: "Wait a minute, go to the front."

The ghost on the road has been talking one-sidedly, telling Feng Quan all about his situation:

"I saw that you and your classmates went to that liar for fortune-telling in the morning. Don't believe him! That's a liar, and the calculation is not accurate at all!"

"I also asked him to tell my fortune. He said that I might not live to be thirty. I thought, it's the same as what the doctor said. God, you don't need to check and test, just look at it! I will give him Money, he also said that the matter of life and death can be changed, as long as there is enough sincerity to give it to him to bribe the officials of life and death."

"I thought, it must be better to live a few more years, and I have always respected all the gods the most. Every New Year, I post door gods and kneel to the kitchen god. But all my money is spent on medical treatment. The enshrinement must be my entire net worth. But I still gave it to him, and the fake master did it, saying that he changed my life for me, and I would definitely live to be 88 years old. If it’s not possible for me to go to him, he took the 20 years old. Give it all back to me!"

Feng Quan asked: "So you went to find him?"

"That's not right!" said the ghost, "I died before I was thirty, and the method he did is useless, so I can't ask him to refund the money! Although I don't need it when I die, it's good to donate it ah!"

"However, a false master is a false master. He can't even see ghosts. I have followed him for so many days, but he didn't even notice me."

"—I didn't expect that you could really see me! Then you must be the real Fengquan. You really have known your name for a long time! You are much better than that fake master!"

Feng Quan led the ghost to stop in front of the community, and turned his head when he heard the words, "...Have you heard about my name for a long time? Do you know me?"

"That's not right!" Ghost said excitedly, looking at Feng Quan was like seeing an idol. "Did you see my face? It was ugly when I died! It's all because of you that I can be so handsome again! That's the one, the hospital you opened—"

An ominous premonition crossed Feng Quan's heart.

Ghost: "That's it, Fengquan Plastic Surgery Hospital!"

Feng Quan: "..."

Ghost: "We ghosts all know you! You don't know the name of the king of Hades, but you know Fengquan!"

Feng Quan: "..."

Ghost: "Looking at you for a long time, seeing you today, it's really extraordinary!"

Feng Quan: "..."