It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Feng Quan said, "I don't care."

"But, I won't die."

Feng Quan's eyes paused.

Yin Cong suddenly changed the subject.

"You should know that celestial masters use the power of heaven and earth to practice. Apart from power, there is also a unique method. Human beings are raised by heaven and earth, and they have realized it in ancient times, so there are many myths and legends."

"However, in fact, it is not the direct laws of heaven and earth that deal with the evil and treacherous things in the world, but the celestial masters who borrow the power of heaven and earth to practice."

Feng Quan played with Yin Cong's fingers, "I know, because the law of heaven and earth cannot distinguish people. It starts with people, and naturally it should end with people."

Yin Cong said in a low voice: "However, even the celestial masters are too lazy to identify them now. Even because the celestial masters belong to human beings after all, they cannot escape human nature, so they have flooded the underworld. The disadvantages of this situation are only now really showing, but since the appearance From the beginning, the laws of heaven and earth have been captured and known."

"It was about... about 100 years ago, the chaotic development of the world of celestial masters had already begun to emerge. The rules of heaven and earth captured this clue, so since then, the two realms of heaven and earth, the human world and the underworld, have their own realms. Inner boundaries."

Feng Quan looked up at him.

Yin Congdao: "The heaven and the earth are divided into clear and turbid, and the energies of all directions are mixed together, and finally chaos. The current situation is that the chaotic land between the two worlds also needs to open up another space, and this space also needs a manager."

Feng Quan understood a bit: "So, it's you?"

Yin Cong lowered his eyebrows, Feng Quan was still very close to him, so close that he could feel each other's breath.

"So, let me think again."

"I agree." Feng Quan said, "You won't let me fall in love now anyway, right Yin Cong's parents?"

Yin Cong couldn't help but said: "Yes. So you have to let go of your hand first and let me down."

Feng Quan reluctantly let go of Yin Cong, waited for the other party to stand still and rearrange his clothes, and suddenly said:

"Anyway, you didn't refuse, so it doesn't matter if I confess a few more times. But I think you should understand that telling me all this means that you have something in your heart."

Yin Cong paused and said, "I will understand."

Feng Quan rubbed his face, squinted at Yin Cong, "...can you take a look at the answer?"

Yin Cong's tone was cold for a moment: "Do the questions yourself, don't try to copy the answers."

Feng Quan honestly turned his head to do his own question, wondering if the previous warm scene was all his own illusion?

Before finishing a test paper, a message from Song Houmeng came over.Feng Quan put down his pen and said:

"It seems that something really appeared? I just don't know what it is, and the blue sky will also appear in the daytime."

Yin Cong brought milk from the next room, and frowned when he heard this, "Have you finished your homework?"

Feng Quan touched his nose, "Not yet..."

"Don't worry about him." Yin Cong put the milk on Fengquan's table, "finish the questions first."

Feng Quan: "...Honey, let me go. My hands are sore from writing!"

Yin Cong's ears turned red, and he said angrily, "Don't yell!...Then finish this test paper, don't worry, I'll go over and see Song Houmeng's situation first."

Before leaving, he added another sentence, "Study with peace of mind."

Feng Quan: "...Okay."

After Yin Cong left, Feng Quan was surprised that Shao Jinwen appeared in the corner.

"That..." He squatted in the corner and whispered, "You said... Song Houmeng?"

"Yes." Feng Quan turned to look at him, "Why, you know him?"

Shao Jinwen unexpectedly nodded, and then showed a nostalgic expression. "Long time no see, don't know how he is now... Do you know him too? Is he a singer now? Or a hiker? That's great."

Feng Quan said: "You're talking about Song Houmeng? He's not a singer, he's just an employee of a real estate company."

Now it was Shao Jinwen's turn to be surprised, "You mean Song Houmeng? He has the most rebellious personality, and is he willing to honestly do such a boring and life-wasting job?"

Feng Quan shrugged, "But that's the truth."

Shao Jinwen sighed somewhat wistfully, looked at Feng Quan, and said to Ai Ai:

"That... courtyard, dean, can you help me... pull the curtains? This makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

Feng Quan sat on the chair without moving, "What do you want to say?"

Shao Jinwen sneered, "That's... are you going to find Song Houmeng later?"

"correct."

"I want to see it too. Can you find a way to take me with you? I want to see how my old classmate is doing now."

Facing the ghost-eyed expression in the corner, Feng Quan pondered for a while, then quickly closed the curtains, and beckoned:

"come here."

Shao Jinwen drifted over obediently, and saw Feng Quan pointing to the test paper on the table, and said:

"I can take you there, I made the test paper."

Shao Jinwen looked at the test paper, and then at Feng Quan.

Feng Quan: "Will you?"

Shao Jinwen: "...Yes!"

Feng Quan: "Do it."

Followed the induction to Song Houmeng's place, which was his home, the door was open, Yin Cong sat on the stool in the living room, Song Houmeng passed out on the ground.

After Feng Quan arrived, he checked the air for any abnormality, but it turned out that there was nothing abnormal.There is no Yin Qi, Yao Qi, or any other signs of monsters.

He glanced at Song Houmeng on the ground, and asked Yin Cong, "How is it, have you seen it?"

Yin Cong frowned and shook his head.

Feng Quan sat down beside Yin Cong, rubbed his chin and thought, "The people at the Tianshi office said they didn't realize what was hurting Song Houmeng, so from the beginning I let him be perceived by me when he was emotionally frightened." .I didn’t expect it to be useless.”

"No, it works." Yin Cong said.

"Ok?"

"When I arrived, he was confronting an invisible 'thing'."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows with interest, "Things that you can't see? Things that even you can't see?"

Yin Cong frowned and said: "Perhaps, there is nothing at all. It may be just his imagination, which caused his fear."

Feng Quan rubbed his chin, "...Compared to guessing the reason of Song Houmeng's fear, I believe in your ability more. Since you said no, then you must have no. It's just... the business of the Tianshi Office is not good enough, Psychiatrists and Taoist priests, you don’t even know which one to choose to take over?”

Yin Cong glanced at Feng Quan, "Although he didn't meet anyone face to face just now, but..." His expression was condensed, "There may be reasons for his fear."

Feng Quan: "You mean..."

Yin Cong: "Is there anything that can arouse fear in people's hearts?"

Feng Quan smiled and said: "You don't have to think so complicatedly, look forward from the back, first check what he saw on the way back."

"There is a square next to his house, and there is a commercial area. There are three gates in the community. He usually enters through the east gate, and the street is outside."

Feng Quan took off the end of the pencil stuck to his ear, and Shao Jinwen, who was attached to it, introduced the neighborhood to him endlessly.

"If his company is in the Star City Group, he should go out of the east gate and go south. He usually buys the vegetables for the day when he returns home in the afternoon. There is a supermarket over there, so he should take a detour here... "

Feng Quan poked the pencil and said, "Have you not seen each other for many years? How do you know so clearly?"

Shao Jinwen's voice replied: "Song Houmeng is very nostalgic for the past. You can tell from the fact that he still lives in this old community. He hasn't changed at all."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows, "It hasn't changed at all? You said before that Song Houmeng was a rebellious and non-mainstream youth. How do I see Song Houmeng living a rigid life now."

"...Maybe there are some difficulties. Isn't it the same for people? I originally wanted to ride a tricycle to pick up junk when I was old, and sell the money to donate to Hope Primary School, but this is still not the case. Do you become a ghost at thirty... Hey, Dean, do you want to inherit my legacy?"

Feng Quan declined: "Thank you, no need. I have to ride a bicycle to pick up junk for what I want to donate money to? Is it because the pension is not easy to spend?"

Shao Jinwen: "If you don't pick up junk, how can you reflect that life is not easy. Alas, no matter what, I met a very powerful lonely ghost friend. When he and I learn how to make dreams with others, we must find someone with clear bones. My apprentice will inherit my wish!"

Feng Quan said: "...if you are willing to ride a tricycle to pick up broken things, then your bones are really strange."

It is evening now, and there are some pedestrians on the street.Feng Quan was always paying attention to the situation on the street, but he didn't find anything unusual.

What could arouse the fear in Song Houmeng's heart... What could it be?

Had any previous incidents occurred to him that might have caused him some psychological problems?But if there was, Feng Jing would not have sent the information.

Song Houmeng, an employee of this real estate company, is over [-] years old, has a middle income, has one wife and one son, and is an ordinary person in the city.The most extraordinary thing is that he had a rebellious dream when he was young, he wanted to be a wandering singer.

Now he is repeating his peaceful life every day, and he really can't find anything that can make him hallucinate with fear.

Shao Jinwen suddenly said: "'Flowers on the Mountain', I like this song."

Feng Quan was taken aback, "What song?"

Yin Cong pulled him to change direction, "Over there."

Feng Quan first saw a bunch of red hair soaring to the sky, and he was very kind. He had had such a cockscomb head before, and he had just brought Shangyang's kid to have this hairstyle done.

Facts have proved that Sha Matt's aesthetics always have something in common.

After getting his hair done, Feng Quan heard the sound of a guitar, and the killer sitting at the entrance of the mall was playing and singing:

"Birds fly by without a trace,"

"It says I can't keep you,"

"..."

"As long as someone remembers me,"

"As if I've been here before."