not demon

【six】

The New Year's Eve dinner was very sumptuous, and the sound of firecrackers coming from far and near outside the window, as well as children's cheers, seemed extraordinarily lively and festive.

The old man has a wide network of contacts, and all the guests invited are famous guests in the city.There are businessmen who have traveled all over the world, there are old officials who are all-powerful in the officialdom, and now they are returning to their hometowns, and there are also relatives and friends who usually make good friends.Fang Yueheng arranged for Gu Qingming to sit down, and followed his father to toast the guests.

Gu Qingming was bored, and when he saw Lao Li coaxing a group of children to set off fireworks at the door, he couldn't help but follow him out to watch.

"Mr. Gu is out." Lao Li was wearing new clothes, and his face was filled with the joy of the New Year. When he saw Gu Qingming coming out alone, he called out, "Mr. Gu also likes these little things to coax children."

"It looks very beautiful." Gu Qingming's eyes seemed to be as bright as a pool of water, he smiled, "Old Li, give me a few to play with."

A little girl with shofar braids ran over, her eyes were wide open, her face was red from the cold and she refused to enter the house, she handed the unfinished fireworks to Gu Qingming, "Brother, take this! "

"Thank you." Gu Qingming touched the little girl's head with a smile, and took the fireworks from her hand, "Old Li, give me some flint."

"Okay." Lao Li came over with the flint, and just a little spark, the firework lit up, emitting light like cold stars in the night sky, Gu Qingming exhaled, and teased the children with the firework.

Several children surrounded him laughing non-stop, and shouted: "Chinese New Year, Chinese New Year!"

"Qingming?" A familiar call came from above.

Gu Qingming looked up, only to realize that Fang Yueheng was brushing the remaining snowflakes on his head with his hands, "Come in quickly, we're ready to eat."

"Brother Yue Heng, brother Yue Heng." A little boy wearing a tiger-head hat with colorful paintings on his face was running over crying, followed by a group of snickering children.

"What's wrong with Chenchen? Why is his face painted like this?" Fang Yueheng picked up the child named Chenchen, and said to the group of mischievous children behind him with a straight face.

"Chenchen lost the hide-and-seek, this is punishment!" Lian'er shook her head and said.

"Brother Yueheng!" Chenchen cried even harder with a wow.

"You little things, don't make trouble anymore." Fang Yueheng sighed, and put Chenchen down, "Go wash your hands and prepare to eat."

Gu Qingming approached with a smile, "Brother Yue Heng, I'll call you that too, okay?"

Fang Yueheng smiled after hearing this, twisted his face, and whispered in his ear: "Call me on the bed."

After all, Gu Qingming, who was even dyed a thin layer of red on his neck, was left behind, and walked towards the main hall.

I wanted to tease that person, but unexpectedly, I was defeated instead.

Humming and whimpering, Gu Qingming also trotted towards the main hall. As soon as he stepped on the threshold, his whole body felt as if he had been poured with ice-cold water, unable to move at all.

The person from yesterday was sitting at the round table with a smile at this moment, chatting with the people at the table with Mr. Fang, and there was no trace of yesterday's sinister look in his eyes.

"Qingming, come here." Fang Yueheng saw Gu Qingming's refusal to enter the house, and called out.

But Gu Qingming only felt that he couldn't even move his legs. He was cold all over, the aura around him was rapidly weakening, and his legs were trembling non-stop. It must be the man cast some kind of spell to make him feel so miserable.

He forced himself to walk to Fang Yueheng and sit down, but his eyes were fixed on Yechen who was sitting directly opposite him.

Yechen took a sip of his wine and was tapping the table with his slender fingers. Of course he couldn't hear it in the lively hall.

But Gu Qingming's ears were very clear. He even felt that the sound was not knocking on the table, but on his own heart.

"It's really a blessing for us to invite Yechen to the humble house to celebrate the New Year." The old lady laughed.

"Ma'am, I've said it before." Yechen cupped his hands and smiled, "I'm alone and helpless. Every year during Chinese New Year, the Fang family treats me well."

"Where is it, if you didn't help us exorcise demons and demons every year, how could it be exchanged for a smooth year and a happy family."

The old lady lovingly brought him some food, "Eat more, I specially made your favorite dishes for you."

Yechen thanked with a smile.

Gu Qingming who was sitting opposite couldn't understand, so he pulled Fang Yueheng who was toasting with others and said softly: "Yueheng, who is that man in the black robe?"

"A Taoist priest." Fang Yueheng put down his wine glass, "It's a long story. He is a Taoist priest that my father found several years ago. In those years, my mother was seriously ill, and she couldn't be cured by all the famous doctors in the world. He put our family in a hurry. I was going to die, but later my father found this Taoist priest, he said that there was evil spirit in the family, and he practiced it and revived the soul, but my mother really recovered."

"So amazing?" Gu Qingming pretended to be surprised on the surface, but his heart was pounding.This demonic aura obviously came from Ye Chen himself, how could he exorcise himself, isn't it against the law of heaven.

"My father couldn't help it at first. At that time, the family was so anxious that it was a mess. If there was any way, he would use it quickly, but he didn't expect that this method would actually work."

Fang Yueheng said in a low voice: "That's why he has become our family's great benefactor, and he will come back every year to thank him."

"But isn't your father a scholar, how could he believe this?"

"When people are old, they half-believe some ghosts and evil spirits." Fang Yueheng clapped his hands, "That person will probably leave in a few days, so don't worry about him."

"You too...do you believe this too?"

Gu Qingming still had a little worry in his eyes, although Fang Yueheng didn't know where his worry came from, he still smiled and said: "I don't believe this, but he can cure my mother's illness, of course I am very grateful .”

"En." Gu Qingming felt less worried.

"But..." Fang Yueheng poured a glass of wine for him, and said with a soft smile, "Where did you come from, a little fairy, you fascinated me."

The wine glass in Gu Qingming's hand trembled and almost spilled the wine. He raised his trembling eyes and looked at Fang Yueheng who had continued to chat and laugh with other people, feeling something in his heart.

Fortunately, the New Year's Eve dinner was peaceful, but some people talked about their adventures in the rivers and lakes over the years, and occasionally listening to them made people shudder.

But the most impressive thing was the story told by Yechen.

The old man and the old lady drank a few more glasses and were helped down to rest. The guests also liked to have fun. After talking about this and that, it was Yechen's turn. .”

"Preacher Yechen knows spells and has seen more storms and waves than us people. Isn't it modest to say that." A man with a sharp tongue said.

The others also echoed, "That's right, Daoist Master Yechen, don't hide it, tell us."

Everyone was extremely happy.Yechen took another sip of his wine and said with a smile, "Then I'll tell a story too."

Gu Qingming held his breath, but he unconsciously put a spiritual barrier on Fang Yueheng with his hands. He was afraid that if this person used some means to hurt Fang Yueheng later, it would really be over.

"Do you know what crow meat can do?" Yechen said slowly.

Starting with such a sentence, everyone was really confused, but the old man in the seat stroked his shiny white beard and said: "It can be used as medicine."

"Yes." Ye Chen smiled slightly, "I remember decades ago, there lived a scholar's family on the other side of the mountain. The youngest son of that family got a serious illness and coughed up blood every day. Famous folk doctors couldn't cure it, but it got worse and worse. The family had no choice but to take their youngest son back home and wait for death."

"But later, I don't know where I heard that crow meat is specially used to treat this disease. When the child's father thought about it, he turned dead horse into a living horse doctor and asked for crow meat as a guide."

"But although there are many crows, there are few who can cure the disease. It is rumored that the meat of the female crow that has just conceived the crow is bitter and non-toxic. Take out its internal organs, then take a piece of scorpion and a little alum, and put it in the female crow. In the belly of a crow, it is stitched and boiled, and it can be cured by drinking it every day."

"So the master of the family sent servants to catch them, and those servants captured dozens of female crows, even the young crows that had just emerged from the nest.

On the day when the old man finally prepared the medicine, countless crows circled on the roof of his house, making shrill calls one after another. "

Everyone sighed.Yechen said again: "But just as the master was about to give his young son some medicine, the maid at home ran to him with tears in her eyes and told him that the young master couldn't take it any longer and coughed to death."

"The bowl of medicine was also lost along with the dead female crows."

The whole audience gasped, and no one spoke for a long time.

Ye Chen poured another glass of wine, "I'm also talking nonsense, so everyone should have fun."

Suddenly someone laughed and said, "Master Yechen, you just said that you heard this story decades ago, how old have you lived?"

"That's why I said I just heard it." Yechen smiled, "Just take it as Mr. Bo's smile."

The hall guests became lively again, and the hall was laughing and laughing again, while Gu Qingming on the opposite side was sitting on pins and needles. He couldn't understand in his heart that this was Ye Chen's use of the topic, telling his own story, but what did this story have to do with the Fang family? .

Ye Chen looked at Gu Qingming and smiled without saying a word, then picked up the wine glass again and said to Yue Heng, "Master Fang, I would like to offer you a toast, Happy New Year."

Fang Yueheng didn't refuse. He refilled his glass of wine and got up to clink glasses with Yechen, but Gu Qingming held on to his sleeves tightly and refused to let him get up.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yueheng saw that Gu Qingming's expression was not good, so he nodded apologetically to Ye Chen, sat down again and asked, "Did you drink a little too much?"

"I want to go back to my room, Yue Heng..." Gu Qingming quickly glanced at Ye Chen, then bowed his head again.

"I'll take you back." Fang Yueheng saw that everyone had the same food, so he said that he still had some things to deal with, and he would be back in a while.

The night wind blew, and Fang Yueheng supported Gu Qingming. This time, not only his fingers were cold, but even his wrists were as cold as a pool of cold. Logically speaking, wine is for warming up the body. Why does Qingming in his house get colder the more he drinks? up?