Purifier

Mo Ling sat back in the car, leaning on the seat dejectedly, doing his best to eliminate harm for the people, without reward or praise, but lost four hundred oceans in vain, and he was so persistent in this kind of work that could not make ends meet!

Seeing his dejected look, Mu Jue lowered his head with some self-blame. If he hadn't driven recklessly, he wouldn't have been caught by the traffic police.He thought for a while, took out the coin purse, took out two more coins from the remaining four, and comforted him: "Don't be angry, I will give you half of the remaining money, and I will find it again in two days." Dad go ask for some money."

Money is always the best placebo. Mo Ling regained his spirits, and smiled cordially at the God of Wealth beside him: "Little Mu Jue is the best for me. Don't worry, when you get rid of evil spirits in the future, you don't have to worry about it." Hide behind me, I will protect you with my life!"

Accustomed to Mo Ling's venomous tongue, Mu Jue got goosebumps when he heard these words, and moved towards the door unconsciously. He caught a glimpse of the traffic policeman issuing a ticket to another car ahead, and said to Mo Ling: "Being always protected by you, my ability will degenerate. I remembered that just now I was standing next to the traffic policeman, and I felt that his yang energy seemed to be a little weak. You know that I have always been very sensitive."

"Weak Yang Qi? What do you mean? When I negotiated with him, I didn't find anything unusual about him." Mo Ling was puzzled.

"En..." Mu Jue worked hard to organize his words to express his meaning: "It's not that the spirit energy was sucked by a ghost, it's just that the ordinary Yang energy is weak, and I don't understand. Anyway, you and Dad are not like him. , your yang energy is abundant."

Mu Jue narrated with difficulty, not because of his poor Chinese, but because of the core content he wanted to express, only men who have experienced certain things can understand.

"Oh... I understand." Mo Ling drove the car towards the direction of the traffic police, his already sharp eyes became sharper because of a conspiracy in his heart.

He stopped in front of the traffic policeman, rolled down the window, hooked his fingers at him, and raised his eyebrows.With a gloomy face, the traffic policeman bent down to see what kind of tricks he was playing.

"Brother traffic policeman, do you feel powerless recently, your eyes are sore, your back is sore, your arms are numb, and..." Mo Ling gave him a mysterious look, and lowered his voice: "At night, I often dream of women. ?”

The traffic policeman looked awkward for a moment, and a drop of hot sweat dripped down his chin from his temples.

Mo Ling has already touched his weakness, and continued to talk nonsense: "Actually, my ancestors have always inherited the ability to read faces. Brother, your face is dark, your complexion is dull, and your blood is low. Your energy has been sucked by a female ghost at night. It's more than half gone."

"What? Female, female ghost... I thought it was the lover of my dreams... Then, what should I do?" The traffic police comrade was so frightened that his legs trembled suddenly, and his heroic uniform lost his temperament after wearing him.

"Don't worry, it's my duty to solve problems for the people. Put this thing by the bedside to keep you safe." Mo Ling took out a box that was folded into a square and written in Sanskrit on it from a small storage box in the car. The amulet, quickly waved twice in front of the traffic police.

"How much?" The traffic policeman asked impatiently, and took out his wallet.

Mo Ling suppressed his laughter, tried his best to put on a serious look, narrowed his eyes, and said two words: "Four hundred."

So, the four hundred yuan was returned to Mo Ling's pocket so easily, and he always had to pay it back when he came out to hang out, but he didn't expect that the traffic policeman would return it so quickly.

Holding the lost and recovered banknotes in his arms, Mo Ling drove away with a bright and cunning smile on his face.

Mu Jue was stunned, his mouth opened into an "O" shape, and he stayed for a full 10 seconds before asking, "How did you guess his symptoms? Even he can guess when he dreams of a woman?"

"Hmph, didn't you say that his yang energy is weak? Judging by his ugly appearance, it must be because he watches movies and masturbates every night, and he doesn't have erotic dreams!" Mo Ling felt complacent, and was a little speechless for a while.

"Jerking off? What game?" Mu Jue asked.

Mo Ling glanced at this innocent high school student, suddenly wanted to tease him, and pretended to be eccentric and said: "This... Didn't your father teach you personally? Baby?"

"No!" Mu Jue immediately denied it excitedly, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her body was so restrained that she didn't know how to sit, so she opened the English dictionary again and pretended to read, and secretly aimed at Mo Ling.

If you tease people casually, you will easily get retribution.Mo Ling was still complacent one second, but his expression changed suddenly the next second.Because a sad song suddenly played on the radio: "Who still remembers who said first, love me forever, the previous words are our future wounds..."

Mo Ling turned off the radio, looking displeased, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his shoulders trembling slightly.Mu Jue clearly saw him swallowing, and a thin layer of tears covered his eyes looking straight ahead.

Mo Ling's mood swings have always been great recently. Mu Jue knew the reason, but he never dared to mention half a word in front of him. In order to relieve the sudden depression, he began to read English words with a pure Chinese accent. .

"It's so ugly, don't read it. Read every day, and come back to the bottom of the exam." Mo Ling adjusted the rearview mirror, pulled his tie, and recovered from his depressed mood.

"No, last time I took the second-to-last exam." Mu Jue pointed to a plush little rabbit hanging on his schoolbag and said, "Look, to celebrate that I got the second-to-last exam, my dad even gave me such a cute bunny little things."

"Yes, someone hurts you." Mo Ling gave him a blank look, then coughed twice unnaturally, reached out and took out a box of business cards and handed them to Mu Jue.

"What is it?" Mu Jue opened the business card case and saw a stack of cards with black and white letters on it. He read aloud according to the words on it: "Mo Ling, the spiritual master-I wish you success in your studies, and predict the next 100 years. % accurate, it can help you choose liberal arts subjects, analyze college entrance examination volunteers, and predict your future career. Dear, trust Mo Ling, you will get a high score!"

Mu Jue burst out laughing, leaning forward and backward laughing while clutching his stomach.

Regardless of his teasing, Mo Ling said with a stiff expression: "Send me this business card at school, please help me, I have no money to pay off the mortgage, and the few hundred yuan you give me is only enough to buy some food. Your father Throwing you here, the little living expenses I gave you are not enough for you to eat, drink and have fun, you don’t know how much the price has risen now. Solicit some business and make some money, you can be good to me, right? "

"However, schools are not allowed to promote superstitions, how dare I post them." Mu Jue refused.

"Stupid! You really only have the first and second lowest level!" Mo Ling stuffed the box of business cards directly into his schoolbag, and said, "Just sneak this into a classmate's pocket or schoolbag."

Mu Jue had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

When the car arrived at the school gate, Mo Ling changed his habit of never getting out of the car and sent him in specially.Looking at the students who were bent over by the heavy schoolbags, he only felt that he saw a bright road to making money, and he didn't forget to yell at Mu Jue's back at the school gate: "Remember what you promised Brother Mo oh!"

Mu Jue turned around and made a silent gesture, extremely embarrassed.And Mo Ling deliberately waved goodbye to him, maintaining a very reserved smile, and he also returned affectionate eyes to the nympho eyes cast by the girls around him.

"Mu Jue, is that your brother? What's his name?"

"Oh, you're so handsome! Do you have a girlfriend?"

"It looks quite elite. I really like this kind of gentle mature man. What do you do?"

Mu Jue felt the enthusiasm the girls had never had before, and almost fell down when they were pushed by the girls. Regarding these problems, he could only make up nonsense.Due to a bad memory, the content of each fabrication is different. According to Mu Jue, Mo Ling's occupation has been changed from president, financier, accountant, teacher, real estate agent, insurance salesman, etc., but no matter how you change it, you can change it. Do not go to the spiritual master.It's impossible for people to know that he is picked up by a magic stick every day, and he is still a member of the magic stick group.

Also, who said "gentle"?Mu Jue can't associate this word with Mo Ling, not to mention that he occasionally blows the heads of some evil spirits with a gun, and it is common to have limbs and feet broken. Just look at him every day. Eating a steamed bun in the morning and pretending to be poor, if these nympho girls saw it, they would be instantly disillusioned.

After watching Mu Jue's back completely disappear, Mo Ling sat back in the car and turned on the radio again.

"Who still remembers that when love began to change, the two of us saw different skies in our eyes..."

Why is it still this song!Does the station also play single loops?Mo Ling turned off the radio angrily.

The silver amulet on the rearview mirror was shaking without rhythm. The more he looked at it, the more he felt it was an eyesore. He reached out to take it off and put it in the palm of his hand, stroking it over and over again.The front of the amulet was engraved with "Safe Entrance and Exit", and the back was engraved with the names of two people, one belonged to Mo Ling himself, and the other name could not be seen clearly, but was scraped off by him with a knife when he was drunk.

The temperature in the car was a bit low, and Mo Ling, who was already cold, shivered. Looking at the silver amulet in his hand, he felt even colder all over his body.Since the day he received this amulet, he no longer has a pair of warm hands to keep him out of the cold. His body and blood are completely cold, and he has been like this for several years.So, is this a talisman or a curse?

To hell with you!

He opened the car window and threw the amulet out.The small silver metal piece draws a parabola in the air and falls not far away. Just like human feelings, the happiness that reaches the peak is only fleeting. The process of pursuit and giving up is the main story, and the bottom is the final outcome.

Mo Ling stepped on the accelerator, held the gear lever with one hand, and the steering wheel with the other, and kept this driving posture without moving for 2 minutes.

……

The car door slammed open, the footsteps were hurried, he lowered his head, searched, bent over, and picked it up... As Mo Ling hurriedly got out of the car and got in the car again, he picked up the amulet again and hung it on the rearview mirror. The whole series of actions Very proficient in one go.Because, this is the one hundred and first time he has done this.

He let out a long sigh, shook his head, put his little personal worries behind him, and started the car.

After calming down, Mo Ling realized that since talking to Little Walnut in the morning, he had become more sensitive than ever.In the past, he would only wake up in the middle of the night and see a human head floating beside his bed, or suddenly see a doll in red on someone's shoulder, or see ghosts floating in the background of a TV news interview, these things No wonder I got used to it.However, today I discovered a plant soul that I hadn't noticed before.

At this moment, he even felt that the green belts on both sides of the road were a little strange, as if he heard a small tree complaining to the sanitation worker who sprayed water on him: "Don't spray so much water, it's disgusting, you want to drown me!"

He remembered that Master once told him that he could only be his first teacher, to help him open the seal of the spirit in his body, strengthen his own skills, and he could not teach him much, what is needed to be a spiritual master is talent Coupled with practice, and with the growth of age and experience, more and more potentials will be discovered.

While waiting for the red light, he took out the "Purification Master's Handbook" and quickly wrote down "Plants also have souls. No aggressiveness has been found for the time being, and we need to pay close attention."