It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

"No...no!" Song Houmeng suddenly said loudly.

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows, not knowing what state Song Houmeng was in now.

"I... let me go, let him come, come... live for me..."

Then, this mature man in his 30s with a wife and a daughter lay down on the steps and started crying.

Shao Jinwen originally wanted to go forward to comfort him, but he stopped halfway. He remembered that he was a ghost now and shouldn't be able to have any intersection with Song Houmeng.

What's more, the Song Houmeng he knew was a long time ago.

So he shouldn't, and neither should Song Houmeng himself.

Yin Cong raised his eyebrows coldly, and said, "Have you regretted it?"

Song Houmeng stopped crying.

"Regret? I...don't regret it. I'm just such a...ordinary person, I can only be like this..."

Feng Quan then understood that it was all an illusion.

The more dissatisfied I am with the present, the more I miss the past, the more I dare not face it.Even Song Houmeng's past is like a shadow, attached to his body, like a shadow.

Having poured so much effort into it, he endowed him with flesh and blood.

Feng Quan walked up to Yin Cong and asked him in a low voice, "How much time is left?"

Yin Cong said: "Soon."

Shao Jinwen didn't know why, Song Houmeng was about to commit suicide by jumping off the building, but Feng Quan and Yin Cong could still wait quietly beside him.

However, the attitude of the two was indifferent, and he gradually became less anxious.It is simply that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry.he thought.

Finally at a certain moment, Shao Jinwen, who was so bored and started to wander, inadvertently looked at Song Houmeng again, and then his eyes froze, and he opened his eyes wide in a daze.

"He!" Shao Jinwen stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Song Houmeng tremblingly, "He...he, he, he...how did he become transparent?"

Song Houmeng was taken aback when he heard this.

He slowly raised his hand and looked at it silently, not even frightened, but smiled with some relief.

"……now it's right."

Feng Quan folded his hands, leaned on Yin Cong's body, raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't need to help?"

Song Houmeng didn't speak, just looked into the distance, but Feng Quan understood his back somewhat:

I want to wait a little longer.

His figure became blurred and transparent little by little, Shao Jinwen felt very anxious looking at it, floated in front of Feng Quan, and said anxiously:

"Help him quickly! He, or he will disappear, and you will destroy the other one!"

Feng Quan squinted at him: "The two love each other... No, what is the matter of mutual consent, why are you in a hurry. Besides, the other party is a human being, and he didn't do any evil. He just wanted to live. What's wrong? So Why are you dealing with him?"

Shao Jinwen said: "But... aren't you a celestial master?"

"A celestial master is not a judge." Feng Quan said. "And..." He turned his head to Shao Jinwen, "Didn't you also say that Song Houmeng is more like the one you know? The one in front of you has lived a meaningless life for these years, and is being replaced by another better one." Instead, wouldn't it be a long-cherished wish for both of them?"

Shao Jinwen had nothing to say, but Yin Cong, who was leaning on Feng Quan, tapped him on the head with his fingers, "Are you really a celestial master?"

Feng Quan looked up at him and said with a smile, "It's just that it hasn't been verified yet."

Yin Cong said, "He's coming."

Feng Quan: "Don't disturb them."

So the dream came.

He didn't seem to see Feng Quan and Yin Cong, and walked straight towards Song Houmeng.Song Houmeng also seemed to have sensed something, and turned around to see him.

Feng Quan tugged at Yin Cong's sleeve.

Yin turned from his wrist, and the shrunken life book quietly floated in his palm.At this moment, the air froze, and the space seemed to be divided abruptly.Shao Jinwen felt that he just blinked, and there was nothing in front of him.He looked around and said in horror:

"Hey, where are the people? There are three people? Are they still contagious after disappearing?"

Gumeng walks towards Song Houmeng alone, smiling, as if seeing a friend who has not changed for a long time.

"Hello," he said.

Song Houmeng felt inexplicably cramped, and he didn't know where to put his hands.He murmured "Oh" and said:

"……Hello……"

Gu Meng smiled again, then reached out to Song Hou Meng.

His fingertips passed through Song Houmeng's forehead, and then Song Houmeng was in a trance, and in a blink of an eye he was on a street full of traffic.

He turned around in a daze, and the people around him were hurrying, and he was the only one he was familiar with.

He looked down at himself.

Holding a briefcase, wearing formal overalls, and shiny leather shoes, he looked extremely glamorous.But he just felt as if he had forgotten something, as if he shouldn't be standing here, walking towards his destination - the company.

However, he is standing here.There's nothing wrong with him being here.He is in his thirties and has a harmonious family. He has to raise his wife and daughter, work hard to earn money, and work hard... This is what everyone should take for granted, and it is very enviable.

...this kind of life.

Song Houmeng stopped thinking about what he had forgotten, and hurried to the subway with his briefcase in his arms.

Work, lunch, break, work.

As if he had experienced it thousands of times, he was born to do this.He was placed in the world of mortals just to earn money, work, and raise a family.

...and not what to live for.

What kind of life is this?

[Then don't want this life. 】

A voice suddenly appeared in his head.As if a thunder flashed, he realized it all at once.Immediately, all thoughts were controlled by this voice.

"Why should I continue doing this?" Song Houmeng thought to himself.

"I should be like this. I have responsibilities in this society. I have relatives, friends and parents, but... I don't want to. It's so boring."

He didn't notice that a gray thread was slowly climbing up his ankle.

"Why should I continue like this? Copy and paste my day thousands of times, my life is over. I want to see other things."

Song Houmeng suddenly understood and stood up.

Colleagues around looked at him curiously, not understanding what he was going to do.

Song Houmeng, an honest and dull person who usually strives to be kind and not cause trouble, unexpectedly slapped the table hard again, causing the papers on the table to fall off.Then Song Houmeng laughed.

"Haha... what am I waiting for?"

The colleague next to him looked at him carefully, "You... What kind of joke did you read, I didn't see you slipping away at work before."

Song Houmeng shrugged, his old-fashioned face suddenly became vivid.He curled his lips indifferently, "Suddenly want to laugh, so just laugh...I'm going to have a look."

Everyone was of course minding their own business, and no one was paying too much attention to him.People are born with tasks, and everyone has their own things that they need to do.

And the only thing Song Houmeng wants to do now is to climb to the top of the building and look at the blue sky now.