Tianjun Chasing His Wife Crematorium

Fu Ling took Fu Yun's arm and said to the little boy, "What about your family?"

The little boy lost his momentum, and said in a daze, "I don't know, I can't find them."

Fu Ling increased the strength in his hand, "So, here, you are the only one left?"

Fu Yun stared blankly at Fu Ling, then turned his gaze to the barefoot boy.

The little boy twitched his shoulders, looked helplessly at Fu Yun and Fu Ling, grinned and cried loudly, "Well, I can't get out of this house, I think my mother—"

Seeing the boy crying, Fu Yun was very anxious, and wanted to go to the boy's side to comfort him.

After realizing Fu Yun's intention, the little boy took a step back, looked at Fu Yun with wet eyes, and sobbed, "Don't come here, I am ominous, no one wants me, everyone is afraid of me. If you touch me, you will sick-"

Fu Yun and Fu Ling looked at each other in embarrassment.Neither of them could see the baby crying, but neither of them knew how to coax him.

The more he cried, the more wronged he became, and he simply sat on the ground, crying so much that he almost fainted.

Fuyun couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to step forward to help the child up.

"Don't go," Fu Ling grabbed Fu Yun, "Look around this kid."

I didn't notice just now that the boy's whole body was covered with a layer of gray mist.As the child's cries became louder, the gray fog became thicker and thicker, giving off an ominous atmosphere.

I don't know when, there was a wind in the courtyard, and the wind rolled up the fallen leaves in the courtyard, and it was cold and blew across Fu Yun and Fu Ling's body.

Fu Yun hurriedly took out the small clothes and tiger-toed shoes from the cloth bag, and held them up in front of him, "Look, these are the clothes and shoes that your grandmother sewed for you, don't cry, okay?"

The little boy looked at Fu Yun's hands with red eyes, and gradually stopped crying.

"Good--" Fu Yun carefully comforted the little boy's emotions, and slowly approached the little boy.

As the child's mood stabilized, the gray mist around him and the sudden cold wind in the courtyard gradually dissipated.

When Fu Yun came to the little boy and squatted down, the little boy stopped crying and stared straight at the things in Fu Yun's hands.

"This is, for me?"

"Well," Fu Yun smiled gently, "it's your grandma who specially asked us to bring it for you."

The moment the little boy took the tiger-toed shoes from Fu Yun's hand, he touched Fu Yun's fingertips.With just a light touch, Fuyun suddenly felt hot and cold, his whole body ached, and his consciousness became blurred.

In the ears, there was the deafening cry of a child and Fu Ling's call.

Fu Yun felt his eyes go dark, and his body fell rapidly.

In a haze, Fu Yun saw a woman in plain clothes, with blood on her hands, and said anxiously to several people standing outside the house, "The child is too big to be born. I am afraid that this mother and child can only keep one child." Ah, old lady, what do you think of this?"

Looking at the surrounding scenery, it should be in Zhou Mansion.

Fu Yun was a little confused, was he dreaming?

The leader was an old woman wearing jade-encrusted hair and mopping her forehead. Hearing what the midwife said, she poked her cane heavily to the ground, and the drooping maidservants standing behind her trembled, "You bastard! Of course it's Xiaobao!" !"

As the baby's cry came from the house, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and then, a thunder exploded.

The scene in front of Fuyun's eyes began to spiral upwards, and there were endless discussions in his ears.

"The little young master is so stubborn that he killed his own parents."

"I heard that the young master is the reincarnation of a disaster star and came to the Zhou Mansion to collect debts."

"Like his short-lived mother, unlucky."

"Since the young master was added to the family, accidents happened every three days."

"Old lady, the birth of the young master has brought so many disasters to the Zhou Mansion, this young master cannot stay any longer!"

"I'm sorry, young master, in the next life, you should vote for a good family!"

Suddenly, Fu Yun's body began to fall uncontrollably, thumping—the ice water choked his nose and nose, and it was difficult to breathe. No matter how he struggled, there was nothing but darkness around him.

"Fuyun!"

Fu Yun panted heavily in shock, clutching Fu Ling's sleeve tightly.

"Fuyun, are you alright?"

Fu Ling's worried and concerned eyes made Fu Yun a little confused, there was hot liquid left on his cheeks, it was tears.

Why are you crying?

In my mind, the barefoot child flashed past, "Where is that child?"

Picking up the small clothes and tiger-toed shoes that fell on the ground, Fu Yun and Fu Ling found the boy in the attic behind the rockery.

The little boy stopped crying, and hid at the corner of the attic stairs, buried his head in his knees, and curled up into a ball.

"Before you get into my bad luck, you guys go away."

Fu Yun, who had just woken up, still felt that his body was weak and his feet were weak, and he could barely stand up with Fu Ling's support.

"You are not a catastrophe. The Zhou Mansion's misfortune can't be blamed on you. You are not wrong. You are your mother, your grandmother's treasure."

"Liar—" The boy's head was buried deeper, and the gray mist gradually emerged again.

Fu Yun calmly pressed Fu Ling's obstructing hand, and took out the small clothes and tiger-toed shoes, "No, I didn't lie to you, look, the clothes and shoes your grandmother made for you are so beautiful."

The little boy showed his wet eyes and looked at Fu Yun and Fu Ling defensively.

"Look, you still have grandma who sews clothes and makes shoes for you. I am an orphan and grew up in a Taoist temple, so I envy you for having the love of your relatives."

Fu Yun walked towards the boy slowly, and comforted him, "It's cold with bare feet, do you want to try these shoes?"

Xiaotong seemed to let go of his guard against Fuyun, and Ren Fuyun approached him.

After getting the affirmation, Fu Yun bent down and squatted down, enduring the discomfort in his body, and put the tiger-toed shoes on for the little boy.The tiger-toed shoes, which were originally a little small, became very suitable for the child's size the moment they touched the child's feet.

The little boy wearing the tiger-toed shoes gradually stopped crying, and the gray mist around him also began to dissipate, replaced by the little boy's blurred brilliance.

The little boy looked at Fu Yun, and the last sentence he said before disappearing was, "This shoe is so good——"

After the little boy disappeared, Fu Yun's body went limp, and he fell backwards, falling into a warm embrace.

Although Fu Ling had a smile in his eyes, he said angrily, "Why, isn't the love I gave you enough?"

Fu Yun was startled for a moment, and then understood what Fu Ling was referring to.

"Of course it's enough."

Feeling the tightening of the hands around his waist, Fu Yun lowered his head and smiled lightly, without saying a word.

After Fuyun regained some strength, the two walked out of the attic and saw Wang Jiuzheng sitting cross-legged on the Feilai chair in the garden corridor.

Seeing the person coming, Wang Jiu raised his eyes with a smile, "Just now, the poor Taoist sensed the evil spirit, so he rushed here, but he was still a step late. Since the two Taoist priests have already sent the plague god away. The poor Taoist, please take the place of the victim." The people affected by the plague, thank you both."

"Daoist Wang Jiu, what do you mean?"

"Everything is fate. That little boy was too resentful and brought disaster, ah—" Wang Jiu glanced back and forth between Fu Yun and Fu Ling, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, thanks to the blessings of the two Taoist priests, the God of Plague has passed away." Leave safely, it won't be long before this catastrophe will pass."

Fu Yun and Fu Ling looked at each other, "That's good."

"I don't know, where are the two little Taoists planning to go, maybe, the poor Taoist can give the two of you a ride."

After pondering for a moment, Fu Yun smiled and said, "Thank you, Daoist Wang Jiu, for your kindness, but the two of us have no purpose. We just want to use what we have learned to help the people."

Wang Jiu raised his eyebrows and smiled, looking at Fu Yun and Fu Ling, "To be accompanied by Taoist companions, traveling around, makes people envious. If this is the case, then the poor Taoist, don't let the two Taoist elders go."

When Fu Yun opened his eyes again, he and Fu Ling were lying in the thatched pavilion outside Yangzhou City, not far away, the city guards were pacing back and forth.

Looking back on everything just now, it seems like it was just a dream.

Fu Yun wanted to push Fu Ling to wake him up, but saw that he was holding a cloth towel in his hand, which was the same one that wrapped the small clothes and tiger-toed shoes just now.

Goo——Fu Yun rubbed his hungry belly and looked around in difficulty.

Outside the thatched pavilion, an old man wearing a straw hat drove a donkey cart slowly past.

"Dare to ask the old man, where are you planning to go, can you give us a ride?"

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Update, I feel that this part is not well written. In short, I would like to thank everyone who appreciates the face and reads the article every day, (`)