It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

"It's time to rest." Yin Cong glanced at the time again.

Feng Quan said tactfully: "It's too late, otherwise I wouldn't..."

Yin Cong: "Go out and turn right and go upstairs."

Feng Quan said silently: "...Okay."

Life was so peaceful, Feng Quan almost forgot that there was such a thing as Song Houmeng.

It wasn't until the next day that half of the homework was written, and after Yin begged for answers and analysis, he actually received a call from a stranger.

The other party turned out to be a nurse from the hospital, saying that Song Houmeng was in the hospital now and wanted to invite him over.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Quan counted his fingers, shook his head, and said, "He's been normal for the past few days, he shouldn't have come into contact with anything bad."

Yin Congdao: "You will know when you go."

Song Houmeng was lying on the hospital bed, his face was pale, and he looked extremely weak.The nurse told Feng Quan that he had attempted suicide, and then called 120.

"He hit 120 by himself?"

"Yes. We asked him if he was being coerced and needed to report the crime. Mr. Song refused and only contacted you."

Feng Quan nodded, indicating that he understood.

Approaching the ward, Song Houmeng saw him at a glance, his expression became agitated, and he struggled to sit up.

"Just lie down." Feng Quan glanced at the other party's tightly bandaged wrist, "Let's talk about the situation directly."

Song Houmeng cried bitterly: "Help me, Daoist Feng, you must help me! He appeared again, and he wants to replace me! Next time, next time I won't be me!"

Feng Quan bent his fingers, and flicked a small ball of fresh air into Song Houmeng's forehead. He calmed down a little, but his whole body was still trembling with fear.

"Help me...help me, I still want to live well..."

Feng Quan asked him: "Who is 'he'?"

"Him?" Song Houmeng raised his head, his gaze a little dull.Suddenly pointing to the opposite corner: "He! It's him! He's standing there! Look at his face, it's exactly the same as me... exactly like me."

Feng Quan looked in the direction of Song Houmeng's finger.

There was nothing in that white and pure corner, not a single person or ghost, or any kind of spirit.And Feng Quan trusted his eyes even more.

Since the last time we met, Song Houmeng was even more hysterical this time.

In other words, he was even a little crazy.

This made Feng Quan doubt the authenticity of what he said—or the authenticity of what he saw.

"Did you really see it?" Feng Quan asked bluntly, "Last time it was just a black shadow, but now it has the same face as yours?"

"That's right! What I said is true! You save me, save me..."

Feng Quan wanted to speak, but was stopped by Yin Cong who came with him and kept silent.

"We will save you." Yin Cong said, he looked down at Song Houmeng, and the latter calmed down a little bit under his gaze.

"We will save you." Yin Cong said, "So, tell us what you saw."

The end of Yin Cong's two sentences of persuasion was that Feng Quan was forced to face the condemning eyes of the hospital nurses, and let Mr. Song Houmeng, who had just committed suicide and had not yet recovered, dragged his body to serve Feng Quan and Yin Cong. Lead the way, and retrace the path he took when he bought breakfast and went home.

Yin Cong walked behind Song Houmeng as a matter of course, but Feng Quan couldn't stand the strange eyes of the people around him. He took out the talisman paper and pen, and drew the talisman in one go. Then he made a ball and stuffed it to Song Houmeng:

"Eat it, it can replenish blood."

Song Houmeng is now absolutely convinced by Feng Quan, the Taoist priest who can save his life and believes what he said, and put it in his mouth without any refutation.Immediately, his lips turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Song Houmeng also felt that he was no longer in a state of weakness, so he couldn't help but look at Feng Quan gratefully:

"Thank you, Daoist!"

Feng Quan waved his hands tiredly, "Go on."

But fortunately, there was a discovery soon.

It's been two hours since Song Houmeng called an ambulance, but it's not too late at this time. The heat in the restaurant has just dissipated, and the breakfast time of city people has just come to an end.

And not far away, there was that boy sitting on the side of the road playing the guitar again.

His attire has not changed, and it seems that he has been there for a long time, and the bottle of water next to him has bottomed out.

Song Houmeng walked towards home, getting closer and closer to the young man playing and singing.

When Song Houmeng walked in front of the boy, Feng Quan called him to stop: "Stop."

Song Houmeng turned his head suspiciously.

"The Taoist...he hasn't arrived yet."

Feng Quan raised his chin and motioned him to look aside: "Look at him."

Song Houmeng stopped in front of the boy.

The boy played and sang very intently, the city was noisy, the guitar sound was tiny and weak, but Song Houmeng listened carefully.

Feng Quan looked around between Song Houmeng and the boy.

The boy said before that Song Houmeng was his old friend.

In addition, Yin Cong said that he felt a strange connection between Song Houmeng and the young man, so Feng Quan believed that there must be some relationship between this young man and what Song Houmeng was afraid of-although so far this He doesn't have a clue yet.

After waiting for a while, Song Houmeng had no special reaction except that he was a little immersed in the sound of the guitar.Feng Quan called him, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Who is he from you?"

"Ah?" Song Houmeng turned his head and pointed at the boy playing the guitar, "...he?"

Feng Quan nodded, "Yes."

Song Houmeng glanced at the young man with envy in his eyes, and then hesitantly spoke after a while:

"I...don't know him."

"Don't know?" Feng Quan was slightly stunned, then looked at the young man with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Song Houmeng listened to a few more lines of the young man's playing and singing, and suddenly realized that he was a little embarrassed and said to Feng Quan:

"Aren't you wasting time, let's go quickly. My house is right in front, Xingyue City."

"No rush." ​​Feng Quan raised his hand to stop him, the boy over there had already finished singing a song, stopped playing, and drank the last sip of water in the water bottle.

Feng Quan took a step forward at this time, and said with a smile, "We meet again."

The young man also looked at Feng Quan, apparently still remembering him, and said with a smile, "Yes, we meet again."

Feng Quan said: "It sounds good."

"Thank you."

Feng Quan took a step back, pointed at Song Houmeng, and said, "Songhoumeng."

The young man was taken aback for a moment, then slightly nodded towards Song Houmeng: "Hello."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows and said, "He doesn't seem to know you."

The young man glanced at Song Houmeng and said with a smile, "Maybe. You don't have to know all the people walking around you."

Feng Quan: "But you said before that he is your old friend."

The boy didn't even deny it.He shrugged, "Yeah, old man. I met him before, and this gentleman passed by me, and I took a quick look at him. So next time I see you, he is my old man. Like you and this gentleman, He looked at Feng Quan and Yin Cong, "We met last time, so see you again this time, I want to say hello to you, we are already old friends."

After hearing this, Feng Quan suddenly smiled, "What you said makes sense. So how about treating you to lunch as a friend?"

The young man's eyes lit up, he quickly packed up his things and stood up, and said, "Okay, if someone is willing to treat me to a meal, it would be worthwhile for me to sit here all morning."

Feng Quan stretched out his hand and said, "Please."

The boy walked in front, "You're welcome. By the way," he turned around, "My name is Gumeng."

Feng Quan said, "It's kind of poetic."

The young man grinned and said, "The first stage name I gave myself now feels pretentious, but I still use it. It doesn't fit me a bit, ha, I think so too."

Song Houmeng sat opposite Yin Cong and didn't know the taste of noodles. Yin Cong was frowning and picky about the dishes on the plate. Therefore, Meng ate very deliciously. He just finished eating two big bowls. At this time, he was chatting with Feng Quan who was sitting opposite him. Get hot.

"I've always wanted to go on a hike. I can go wherever I go, and I can fall asleep lying in the corner when I'm tired. Unfortunately, I want to go out. I still have a grandma who cares about me, so I'll have fun in this city first, and wait until I With nothing to worry about, I'm going to leave for a cloud tour!"

Feng Quan squinted at him, "Can't you leave now that grandma is here?"

"This is my responsibility." Gu Meng clenched her fists.

Feng Quan nodded, and asked again: "Like music? Learned musical instruments?"

"I like it, but if I like it, I like it. Why do I have to learn it? I just hold it by myself. If I want to say something or see something on the road, I just pick it up. If I learn it, it will become my own." responsible."

Yin Cong finally discovered Song Houmeng's absent-mindedness.

Yin Cong only drank a bowl of porridge, and the food was too much to eat, and he didn't want to waste it, so he watched Feng Quan's inattentive conversation with others, and poured all the food from his plate into Feng Quan's plate.

Then he raised his head, and the opposite Song Houmeng didn't even notice that the vegetable soup was on his sleeve.

Yin Cong asked him, "You really don't know Gumeng?"

Song Houmeng looked up at Yin Cong as if he had been awakened suddenly, then lowered his head and said:

"I don't know... I don't have much fun at work, and none of my colleagues have such a rebellious child..."

Feng Quan, who was chatting with Gu Meng, felt something move in his trouser pocket.He quietly took out the end of a pencil from his pocket, raised his hand and put it on Yin Cong's ear next to him.

With a pencil in his ear, Yin silently turned his head to look at Feng Quan.

Feng Quan blew a kiss to Yin Cong in his busy schedule, "Help me, thank you dear."

Yin Cong pursed his lips and turned his head.But he let the piece of pencil stay on his ear.

The reason why Feng Quan took out the pencil was because Shao Jinwen wanted to come out.

He cast a spell on the carrier of the pencil, and the ghost of Shao Jinwen possessed on it can also appear in the daytime.

At this moment, he poked his head out from Yin's ear, and looked at Song Houmeng closely with nostalgic eyes.

Song Houmeng looked down at the food in front of him for a while, then said:

"Children, you still have to go to school honestly, don't think about it all day long, and worry the elders."