It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

This is a man who looks to be middle-aged, but in fact he is only in his early thirties.On the other hand, there is a sense of vicissitudes that is not easy to erase, and there is fatigue between the brows.The hair was properly smoothed to the forehead, and the suit was ironed evenly.

The other party stared at Feng Quan for a few seconds, and then said, "Master Daoist, can you... really help me?"

Feng Quan was still wearing the Taoist robe that he hadn't changed in time, and he was sitting upright on the chair, looking quite capable of bluffing.

Shang Yang, who was sitting next to Feng Quan, probably knew that Feng Quan was busy with something, so he obediently held a glass of juice and drank it.

Feng Quan smiled slightly, "That's right." After thinking for a while, he took out a small piece of wood from his pocket, ran his fingertips across it, and left an unrecognizable rune.

He handed the piece of wood to Song Houmeng: "Take it with you."

Song Houmeng took it with a hesitant expression. The moment his fingers touched the piece of wood, it seemed that a fog in his mind was cleared away at once, and the Lingtai was clear in an instant.

Song Houmeng looked surprised, and then immediately became more respectful, carefully put away the wood chips, and thanked:

"Thank you, Daoist, I feel much better now!"

Feng Quan said: "You don't have to thank me, it's just a temporary solution, not a root cause. To truly return to a normal life, it's not enough to just clear out the invading evil energy. First of all, it depends on why you are restless, so that the evil spirits will be able to recover." Take the opportunity."

Song Houmeng's eyes flickered, he raised his head, and looked directly at Feng Quan.

Feng Quan knew in his heart that until this time, the other party finally opened his heart.

Song Houmeng looked at Feng Quan, his lips twitched, he hesitated to speak for a while, finally made up his mind, and said:

"Master, can you believe what I say?"

"I believe."

"Someone is trying to kill me!"

When the coffee came, Feng Quan pushed one of the cups in front of Song Houmeng.The other party's fingers turned white, and it took a while to touch the wall of the cup with trembling fingers.Feng Quan also picked up the coffee, took a sip, and with the help of the cup, squinted at the street outside, searching for Yin Cong's breath.

Before the cup was put down, Yin Cong's breath came, passed through the wall, and stopped at Feng Quan's side.

Feng Quan's whole body froze suddenly, and then he relaxed. He slowly put the coffee on the table, and then lowered his hand to catch the cloud of air beside him.

Song Houmeng took a sip of coffee, stabilized his mind, and continued:

"No...maybe it's not a person. He's not a person, but...my shadow! He followed me, seeing every opportunity to attack, and he wanted to kill me and replace him! Although I'm sitting here now, but When I get home, when I am alone, he will come out! Help me, Taoist priest, help me..."

Song Houmeng was talking, but his face was begging, and his frightened expression did not seem to be fake at all.

Feng Quan was dressed differently from others, and his table attracted the attention of many other people in the shop after Song Hou Meng said these words with excitement.Feng Quan said lightly:

"do not worry."

When Song Houmeng heard Feng Quan's emotionless words, his mood stabilized.

Feng Quan continued: "The one who wants to kill you will appear in a place where no one is around?"

Song Houmeng said: "That's right. He..." He looked down at himself, gesticulating with his hands, "The figure is the same as mine, I don't know where he came from, anyway, when I was frightened, he came ...he came. He looked down on me, mocked me, and wanted to replace me...I don't want to die, I don't want to be replaced."

Song Houmeng's words were a little confusing, which made people feel confused.But Feng Quan probably understood a little bit, reached into his bosom again, and took out a piece of talisman paper.

Then Hou Meng Chao Song stretched out his hand: "Hair."

Song Houmeng pulled out a few strands of his hair, and handed them over carefully.

Feng Quan wrapped his hair into the talisman paper, fiddled with it a few times, and a red string appeared in his hand.He handed it to Song Houmeng, and said:

"Tie it on your little finger when you go back, don't worry, I will be there when he shows up."

Song Hou Mengqi Ai Ai said: "...Really, really?"

Feng Quan nodded.

Only then did Song Houmeng feel relieved, lifted the quilt, took a big sip of coffee, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said:

"...Thank you Daoist, then... I'm going back?"

Feng Quan nodded, Song Houmeng picked up the briefcase, went over to pay the bill, and walked out of the coffee shop.

Shang Yang sat on the chair shaking his calf, and asked Feng Quan curiously:

"Magic? How did that change just now?"

Feng Quan squinted at him, "This is an industry secret, I can't tell you."

Shang Yang curled his lips and said disdainfully, "It's mysterious, I don't want to know yet."

Feng Quan: "Hurry up and drink yours. After drinking, I'll take you to a haircut."

Yin Cong, who was invisible, followed Song Houmeng and left again. The trembling of the other party's fingers when he hooked them seemed to still stay on Feng Quan's fingertips, with a touch as warm as jade.It was as if they had just had an affair in front of Song Houmeng and Shang Yang, and it felt a little exciting.Feng Quan touched the finger that seemed to have another person's temperature with some nostalgia, then turned around and said to Shang Yang:

"Let's go, little one."

Shang Yang glared, with a sip of juice in his mouth, his cheeks puffed up, as if he was about to spray it on Feng Quan in the next moment.

Feng Quan said again: "Let's go, Senior Brother Yangyang."

Satisfied, Shang Yang swallowed the juice and called him, "Xiao Fengzi, help me up—"

What responded to him was Feng Quan's brain collapsed with a sense of ridicule.

After sending Shang Yang back to Liang Xingcheng's No. 15 minutes, Feng Quan received a call from Liang Xingcheng.

The other party cried and shouted on the phone: "What the hell have you done to the facade of our Taoist temple? You have turned our Qingfengmingyue and the boys under your seat into door gods! No, rooster spirit! How do you want me to give it to you?" Take it out!"

Feng Quan was working on the test paper, when he heard the words, he made a suggestion: "I think it matches the clothes Mr. Liang gave him. It's okay, when it's on the show, it's really not good, Mr. Uncle, didn't you collect a lot of wigs, just shave it off. "

Liang Xingcheng hung up the phone angrily.

The space behind him fluctuated slightly, and Yin Cong stepped out from the void.He lowered his head and straightened his collar, then walked to Feng Quan's side.

Feng Quan sensed his approach, but he didn't raise his head to look at him, but lowered his eyes to look at the long and slender fingers with distinct knuckles beside him.Then he stretched out his hand and gently hooked it.

Yin Cong's fingers moved slightly, but he didn't break free.

Feng Quan continued his efforts, and this time he held Yin Cong's fingers with not just one finger, but the whole hand.His knuckles touched his palm, as if itchy.

Yin Cong still didn't break free.

Feng Quan inserted his fingers into Yin Cong's fingertips bit by bit, bit by bit, tightly fitting, and finally the palms touched.

Only then did Feng Quan raise his head and look at Yin Cong who was condescending.The most recent thing he could see was the other's smooth chin and prominent Adam's apple.

Neither of them spoke, and a quiet ambiguity spread in this not-so-large space for a while.

"You..." Yin Cong suddenly said.Feng Quan didn't let go of his hand, just held it like this, leaning on the table with the other arm, looking at Yin Cong with his head tilted.

Yin Cong's expression was very calm, his eyebrows were drooping, and his eyelashes were long and thick, casting shadows on his eyelids.

Feng Quan waited quietly, waiting for Yin Cong to say something.

Yin Cong said, "You... did the third question wrong."

Feng Quan: "Um...huh?"

Yin Cong looked at the test paper that Feng Quan just made on the table, his movements remained unchanged, "In order to supervise the students to better complete the homework, parents have the answers here."

Feng Quan and Yin Cong clenched their fingers tightly together, he squinted his eyes and said, "I don't want you to be my parent."

Yin Cong pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, as if he realized that Feng Quan was holding his hand at this time, he struggled and said:

"open."

Feng Quan pulled his hand over, stuffed it into his arms and hugged it, and said rascally, "Don't let it go."

Yin Cong looked up at him.

Feng Quan said: "I'll give you another chance to say something, think about it before you say it, what do you want to say?"

Yin Cong pursed his lips, his eyes fell behind Feng Quan, and he was a little empty.Seems to have thought about it, opened the mouth and said:

"...there is a seventh way."

Feng Quan asked in confusion, "Huh? What?"

"There is a seventh question," Yin Congdao said, "I did it wrong too."

Faced with Shang Yin Cong's serious expression, Feng Quan almost laughed out of anger, and suddenly pulled Yin Cong towards him.Yin Cong was caught off guard and fell towards Feng Quan. Before he could stabilize his figure, Feng Quan hugged him around the waist and sat on his lap.

...Except for the period when his stature became smaller, this was the first time he sat on Feng Quan in such a disrespectful manner.

But soon Yin Cong couldn't care less about whether he was being rude.

Because Feng Quan did something even more disrespectful, he held Yin Cong's face and pulled him closer to him, with an expression almost gnashing his teeth, and bit his nose.

Their foreheads were pressed against each other, Feng Quan looked down at Yin Cong's reddish nose, and leaned forward to kiss Yin Cong lightly.

Yin Cong's whole body seemed to have been pressed the pause button, his whole body was stiff and motionless, only the red and hot ear tips betrayed his master's thoughts.

At this time, Feng Quan said: "You should know that this is not what I want to hear. I have confessed to you twice, but you didn't answer me twice. Now let's do it again—you should be my boyfriend."

Yin Cong pursed his lips and did not speak.

Feng Quan said: "If you choose to refuse, you have the opportunity to leave at any time in the past few months - but you didn't leave, so can I understand that your answer is..."

"Give me some time." Yin Cong whispered suddenly.

Feng Quan said, "What time?"

Yin Cong raised his eyes slightly, looking straight into Feng Quan's eyes.There seemed to be an abyss hidden in his light-colored pupils, and there seemed to be nothing.

"You know..." The hand he and Feng Quan's fingers were clasped together is still intertwined, and Yin Cong brought Feng Quan's hand to his chest, to the place where his heart was silent.

"I'm not quite human."