It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Mrs. Song who was following Feng Quan smiled and said, "It must be for my girl, my husband doesn't like sweets."

"Song Hou Meng likes to eat this brand of candy the most." Shao Jinwen drifted over at some point, and said with emotion.

Feng Quan remained calm and asked Ms. Song, "Ma'am, what kind of person is Mr. Song usually?"

"He," Mrs. Song thought for a while, "he doesn't have any special features, he works conscientiously, and his home and company are on the same line..."

Shao Jinwen immediately disagreed and said, "That's not true, Song Houmeng is such a boring person? He should be an older bachelor who spends his days thinking about whether it's more comfortable to sleep on a park bench or on the main road."

Feng Quan closed the drawer and looked at the desk.

There are several books on marketing on the desk, with the footers folded, and placed carelessly.Other than that, there is nothing else, the bed on the other side is flat, and it doesn't look like it has been contaminated by any popularity.

Yin Cong suddenly reached over to Feng Quan and took out a photo from between the books.

He glanced at the photo, then handed it to Feng Quan.Feng Quan took it, and then raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Mrs. Song, may I ask if Mr. Song is dissatisfied with his current work and life?"

Ms. Song shook her head hesitantly, "No... My husband likes this job very much, the salary is relatively high, and he is allocated such a convenient house... There is nothing wrong with his life, except for getting off work every day. You may be a little tired when you're here...Master, have you found the problem? It's related to my husband?"

Feng Quan smiled reassuringly, "It's nothing, don't worry."

Ms. Song nodded anxiously.

Feng Quan stuffed the photo back between the pages of the book.

This was supposed to be a group photo of Song Houmeng and his colleagues, but now the faces cannot be seen clearly.

The owner of the photo in this chapter seemed to have a great hatred for it, so he got angry and slashed the front of the photo with a blade one after another.Stretching across the face and body of the person in the photo, it fell apart.

In order to reassure Ms. Song, Feng Quan broke through his professional limitations for the second time and acted in another scene.

The sky outside suddenly darkened, and Yin Cong, who was forced to participate in acting, protected the panicked Ms. Song.Then a group of dark shadows suddenly appeared in the corner.Feng Quan held a piece of talisman paper between his fingers, and flew towards the black shadow. The next moment, a golden light lit up, and the black shadow disappeared without a trace.

The light outside the window was also restored.

If Ms. Song saw a miracle, she thanked Feng Quan a thousand times, but Feng Quan shied away, and then said:

"The two of us will go back first and prepare to remove the unlucky magic weapon on Mr. Song's body. When Mr. Song comes back from get off work, we will bother you."

When the two of them left Song Houmeng's house with a ghost, Feng Quan sighed slightly: "It seems that I have the potential to be a magic stick!"

Yin Cong looked at him after hearing the words, and finally got curious at this moment, and asked Feng Quan:

"What about the clues you just said in the room?"

Feng Quan said: "Don't worry, find a place to sit down first."

Following the road I walked in the morning, I continued to walk eastward, and finally saw the person I left this morning after half an hour.

old dream.

He sat on the street, holding the guitar and didn't play it. He just sat idly on the Maza, watching the pedestrians and vehicles passing by on the street, with a relaxed and comfortable expression.

Feng Quan smiled, "I see the clue. Let's sit across from each other."

After sitting down, Feng Quan asked Shao Jinwen who was floating above his head, "What interesting things did you see at your old classmate's house?"

When Feng Quan mentioned it, Shao Jinwen immediately opened up the chatterbox, complaining: "What interesting things, it's so boring! It's unbelievable that Song Houmeng has really become a boring office worker. He said before that people If it became like this, it would be as if I had never lived. If I hadn't found the hidden guitar in the storage room, I would have misremembered Song Houmeng's appearance."

Feng Quan rested his chin on one hand, "When a person is young, it will naturally be different from entering the society to understand life. Do you think Song Houmeng's change is incredible?"

Shao Jinwen said: "Of course I wouldn't do it if it was someone else. It's just that Song Houmeng is the most persistent person I've ever met, whether it's his peers at the time or everyone I've met so far. I still have a deep memory of him... He not only persisted, but also hated the lack of fun, I can't think of anything that can make him a completely different person now, at least it's just time... right?"

Feng Quan laughed and said, "It can only mean that you underestimated the time."

Shao Jinwen patted his head, "...what do you mean?"

Feng Quan said: "Song Houmeng has never been threatened by anything else."

Shao Jinwen was still confused.

Feng Quan poked Yin Cong on the shoulder, "Do you understand?"

Yin Cong stood up abruptly.Feng Quan was taken aback, touched his nose, "...what's wrong? Could it be that you found something?"

Yin Cong frowned, turned his head and glanced at the boy named Gumeng across the street from the window, left in a hurry after leaving a word.

"I'm going to find Song Houmeng."

Feng Quan and Shao Jinwen were left staring at their original positions.

After a while, Shao Jinwen scratched his head, "Well...why did he go to Song Houmeng? What does that mean?"

Feng Quan was silent for a while, "... I don't understand."

Shao Jinwen: "Could it be that your boyfriend eloped with Song Houmeng?"

Feng Quan: "Don't worry, he has high vision, only I can get in."

Shao Jinwen: "Then how about... shall we continue?"

Feng Quan forgot what he said before, so he simply started again: "A celestial master usually touches ghosts and monsters, but there is actually another thing besides this."

"——It is a kind of spiritual energy that wanders between the heaven and the earth. Maybe when the opportunity arrives, it will attach to something and give birth to spiritual wisdom or even a body."

Shao Jinwen couldn't help but excitedly said: "Could it be that this is what Song Houmeng saw and frightened him? It sounds a bit powerful."

Feng Quan squinted at him. "I'm not done yet."

Shao Jinwen floated down and put his butt on the stool. In order not to sit empty, he squatted and sat upright, "Go on!"

Feng Quan waved his hand to cover up the surroundings, preventing others from seeing the scene of him talking to the air, and continued: "There is another situation besides this. You must know that in this world, half of life is always walking in the world, Half of it is hidden in the darkness. Ordinary people have desires and desires in their hearts, and therefore, they can be temporarily attached to wild ghosts who are wandering and have nothing to rely on. The attached thing is the turbid air in this half of the human body."

"Can the turbid air be attached?"

Feng Quan said: "Man lives in the loess, returns to the loess, there is life in the middle, and it is basically just a walking tomb, which can naturally be used for shelter."

Shao Jinwen still couldn't understand, so he could only nod his head, stretched out his hand and said, "Please, continue, I won't ask any more."

Feng Quan glanced at him, and continued: "The turbid qi and the spiritual qi are both qi. When the opportunity arrives, you can get good luck and have a shape. But it is not formed naturally at all, but separated from the host."

Shao Jinwen seemed to be thinking for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Then... what does this have to do with Song Houmeng?"

Feng Quan pointed out the window, "Look over there."

"have what?"

"Old dream."

Shao Jinwen saw him at a glance.

The boy was wearing some nondescript clothes, with fiery red hair, like a burning torch.

"It's him," Feng Quan pouted, "Gumeng...the name is a bit interesting."

Shao Jinwen patted his head, "Really! So that's the case, did this old dream come from Song Houmeng?... Let me just say where did the inexplicably familiar feeling come from last time, Although the appearance is different, this child gives me the feeling...is the same as Song Houmeng, but the real Song Houmeng makes me feel a little strange."

"But..." Shao Jinwen turned around and said with hesitation, "Can there be two identical people in the world?"

Feng Quan turned to look at him.

One person and one ghost stared at each other silently for a few seconds, then Feng Quan suddenly patted the table, "It's broken, Song Houmeng—" He paused, then sat down calmly again.

Shao Jinwen said anxiously: "What happened to Song Houmeng? Tell me quickly!"

"Don't worry," Feng Quan waved his hand, "My Yin Cong has already left. Hey, my wife is better than me, what should I do?"

Yin Cong's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Wife?"

Feng Quan's expression froze, and he turned his head slowly.

Yin Cong was looking at him expressionlessly from the window next to him.

"Husband, hubby. Oh man, why are you back?"

Yin Cong's ears blushed because of this address, but his face remained unchanged: "Song Houmeng is not in the work unit, I think he is in another direction. I must hurry over there, and I happen to be with you."

"It's not too late," Feng Quan grabbed the pencil possessed by Shao Jinwen, and came out to stand beside Yin Cong.

Gumeng over there is still sitting on the street, looking at the top of his head boredly, and many passers-by around him will look at him curiously.

When I saw him on the street before, not many people paid attention to a young man sitting on the street playing and singing.Now it seems that it's not that no one pays attention, but that his own strength cannot be seen by too many people.

But now, he has been able to be seen by most ordinary people.

But Feng Quan didn't go to look for him, but turned around with Yin Cong and left.

I found Song Houmeng on the roof of the building where he lived before.

The building is not high, eight floors. He sat on the steps with the broken railing, holding a piece of wood, looking at the sky with distracted eyes.

He is not at all like Gumeng, but his movements are surprisingly unified at this time.

Feng Quan and Yin used spells to get to the top of the building from the bottom of the corridor where there was no one else.Song Houmeng turned his back to them, seemingly unaware of their arrival.

"...I'm going to disappear." He suddenly buzzed.

After being silent for a while, he said again: "What I said is true...he is going to replace me..."

Feng Quan said, "Don't worry, haven't you already found us? You won't disappear."