Strange Tales: The Yin-Yang Celestial Master

What people didn't expect was that there was a sudden downpour on the morning of the first day of the new year, and the Qi family's car went back to the ancestral house to run errands at this time, and it became a problem to go out for a while.Qi Buyang originally wanted to go out when the rain stopped, but the rain lasted for two full days.On the third day, the middle-aged ghost was so anxious that he couldn't sit still anymore, and regardless of the status of the Qi family, he ran to the door and called him, and was almost taken in by the gatekeeper disciple as a grievance.

Qi Buyang rescued him, and felt sorry for the delay, he took an umbrella before going out, saw a few unfinished persimmons on the table, thought about it, put them in his pocket and took them away together.

It was still raining heavily outside, and the ground was covered with water. Qi Buyang only brought an umbrella in a hurry. In order to cover Luo Lang, who was a head taller than him, he had to try his best to raise the umbrella high, and he had to pay attention to avoiding it with his feet. Those dense puddles made me very embarrassed, and most of the silk Tang suit was wet in an instant.

"Do you want me to help you?" Luo Lang asked him leisurely while walking under the umbrella.

Qi Buyang glanced at him angrily, feeling very complicated, and finally continued walking without saying a word.

His reaction made Luo Lang a little annoyed. This human being knows that he can get out of the current predicament by opening his mouth, but he is so stubborn. He would rather get wet than give in. When it comes to getting wet...he looked at it Qi Buyang's clothes were barely dry, and even his hair had many drops of water, as if he had just been fished out of the water.Luo Lang felt suffocated for no reason, and still stretched out his hand to hug him. At the same time, he drew a circle with his index finger in the air, and the raindrops around the two of them disappeared immediately, as if there was an invisible cover out of thin air to help them block the heavy rain.

For a moment Qi Buyang thought the rain had stopped, but looking around, the rain did not slow down in the slightest. He immediately understood that it was Luo Lang's fault. He wanted to say "thank you" but couldn't, so he stubbornly bit his lip and kept silent.

Seeing this, the middle-aged ghost who followed behind also wanted to hide in the light, but when they got to them, they were blocked by an invisible wall, and they couldn't get through anyway. Luo Lang smiled kindly and explained to him, "This is my enchantment. , you can't come in."

"Let me in." The middle-aged ghost begged, "Don't you have the heart to let me soak in the rain alone?"

"You're not human." Luo Lang corrected his speech, "You won't get caught in the rain either."

"..." The middle-aged ghost had no choice but to stare outside, and was always on guard against the sudden strong wind, for fear that he would be blown away by the wind if he was not careful.

After finally arriving at the old woman's house, Qi Buyang got down from Luo Lang's arms and knocked on the door.

After a long time, the sound of footsteps came from the door, but it was not the old woman who opened the door, but a strange young boy with a round face and a tall, thin man.

The other party was stunned when they saw them, "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me..." Qi Buyang said hesitantly: "Where is the old lady who lives here? I came here to get things."

"Oh! It's you!" The boy suddenly realized, "Grandma told me that you would come, and she left something for you." After speaking, he asked Qi Buyang to wait in the yard, then turned and went into the house.

After a while, he came out with a big box in his hand, and handed it to Qi Buyang, "This thing is so heavy, I don't know what it is. By the way, grandma asked me to give you this." He took out another small box In a sealed box, there are a few pieces of fried rice cakes made by my mother-in-law.

"...Your grandma, isn't she here?"

"Grandma has gone back to the country, and she said that I don't need her to take care of me after the exam. I'm really not used to living in the city, so I want to go back to take care of myself." The boy said with some disappointment.

Qi Buyang glanced at the persimmon tree behind him. After several days of rain, there was not a single fruit left on the tree. They were all knocked down and smashed to the ground.He suddenly remembered the ones he had put in his pocket before going out, took them out quickly, and said to the boy, "This is the persimmon my mother-in-law specially left for you. It's a little ripe after a few days. You can eat it if you don't mind it." Just a little, it's very sweet."

The boy blinked, not sure if it was raining or something else, his eyelashes were a little wet, he took the persimmon and held it in his hand, murmured: "Thank you."

Qi Buyang shook his head, and left without saying anything.

Opening the box, he finally saw the precious Buddha statue. It was indeed exquisite, and it was well taken care of by the mother-in-law, and the details were wiped clean.The middle-aged ghost finally got his long-cherished wish back again. He watched and watched again and again with excitement, and finally told Qi Buyang to send the Buddha statue to the museum. After getting the guarantee, he was relieved and prepared to go back to the cemetery with his new friends. together.

At this time, the rain had gradually subsided, Luo Lang held an umbrella, and walked back along the road side by side with Qi Buyang.On the way, Qi Buyang couldn't help but opened the small box, took out the rice cake made by the old lady, put it in his mouth, chewed it, suddenly felt like crying, looked up at Luo Lang's side face, and took a piece to his mouth side.

"Mr. Luo, you eat too."

Luo Lang looked down at him, hesitated for a while, then bit into his mouth, and immediately felt the sweetness on the tip of his tongue, but the cold rice cake was naturally not as soft as when it was hot.

"It's cold." He complained curtly.

"I know. But the taste still hasn't changed." Qi Buyang said, looking forward in a daze. The wet road seemed to lead to the sky, connecting the sky covered by clouds and mist. It was a chaos, just like his future.For three months, even though he knew that every step forward would lead to death, he still had to go on. He was already prepared, but he didn't know what kind of attitude he should use to complete the rest of the journey.

Luo Lang saw the lonely expression of the little celestial master, and couldn't help frowning. He didn't like this kind of Qi Buyang, and this kind of Qi Buyang was not interesting at all, and even made him feel irritable.Luo Lang couldn't figure out why this strange emotion appeared, but he was eager to get rid of it, so he poked Qi Buyang's arm willfully, asking him, "Smile."

"Ah?" Qi Buyang turned around blankly.

"Hurry up and show me a smile." Luo Lang urged.

Qi Buyang pulled out a stiff smile very cooperatively.

"pretty ugly."

"..." Without even thinking about it, Qi Buyang took out a small bronze mirror from his arms and gave it to him, and said angrily, "Laugh for yourself."

"Yangyang, you actually carry a mirror with you, are you a woman?" Luo Lang teased.In his impression, this is something that women only carry.

It was only then that Qi Buyang discovered that the bronze mirror was the gossip mirror given to him by Grandpa Zhang not long ago. The old man also told Luo Lang that he must not let Luo Lang know about it, but he handed it to him with his own hands...Qi Buyang rubbed his temple feebly, Feeling a little dizzy, he blinked his eyes vigorously, his eyes were a little blurry, but he still did not forget to reach out his hand, and his voice sounded a little blurry: "Mr. Luo...give me back the mirror..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person fell backwards, and if he hadn't been supported by Luo Lang, he would have fallen to the ground.

...

Qi Buyang didn't know where he was, he seemed to return to the familiar ancestral house in a trance, walking through the labyrinth-like courtyards that were similar with minor differences, that was the adventure game he liked to play when he was a child.When the adults didn't have time to accompany him, they just walked in the courtyard alone, and sometimes they couldn't return to the original room until it was dark, and finally Granny Gui or Uncle Qi found him and took him to the dining room for dinner.Usually, if grandpa finds out about this kind of thing, he will be scolded. Although he is very afraid of grandpa, he can't help but continue his adventure next time.

At this time, he was walking in a certain courtyard of the ancestral house. He didn’t remember which courtyard it was, but it was surrounded by man-made rockery made of stones, and there was a small pond in which there were a few blooming water lilies ,very beautiful.But what he was looking for was not this, and Qi Buyang didn't know what he was looking for, he just walked around among the stones by instinct, suddenly turned around a rockery, and a circular arch appeared in front of him.

Pass through the arch and enter a small square courtyard. A huge pagoda tree is planted in the center of the courtyard. The lush canopy covers the sky, and a small gazebo is built under the shade of the tree.

The familiar scene made his heart move. This is the courtyard he had searched for countless times when he was a child... But what exactly is there?

Qi Buyang walked towards the old locust tree, the closer he got, the more he felt that this place seemed familiar, as if he had been here before, when he was trying to recall the impression in his mind, he suddenly woke up, the scene of the small courtyard receded like a tide, he opened his eyes. The eyes turned out to be a dream.

After staring at the ceiling for a while, he realized that this was his own room. Housekeeper Qi stood by the bed, and when he saw him wake up, he offered him a glass of water and asked, "Master, are you feeling better?"

Qi Buyang took a sip of the water, the warm liquid just moistened his thirsty throat, "Uncle Qi, what's wrong with me?"

"You had a fever and passed out on the way. Luo Lang brought you back."

"Fever?" Qi Buyang raised his hand and touched his forehead in a daze. This was the first time he had been sick since he was six years old, and it felt a little strange. After thinking about it carefully, it was probably because he was caught in the rain before.

"Young Master..." Butler Qi stood beside him, hesitating to speak. He could see that Qi Buyang had been in a low mood for the past few days, and he probably knew why. In fact, this was the reason why he and Old Monster Qi had been hesitant to tell Qi Buyang the truth.

Butler Qi put his hand on his forehead to test the temperature, just like he did when he was a child. "Don't worry too much about Luo Lang." The steward finished softly, and then added firmly: "Young master, don't be afraid, we will protect you."

"Uncle Qi..." Perhaps because of the fever, Qi Buyang felt his eyes a little sore.

"The fever hasn't subsided yet, you can continue to sleep, and eat after waking up."

Qi Buyang nodded, lay down obediently, and housekeeper Qi tucked the quilt for him and left.