After the rebirth of the master of metaphysics

Wasn't it just retribution? The old Taoist died inexplicably. The police autopsy report only said that he died of suspected exhaustion.

Earlier, when Yuanchen was in school, he received a call from an old Taoist priest, saying that he was going far away.

At first, Yuanshen didn't care, because the old Taoist would go out for a long time every once in a while, and he was used to it.How do you know that once you go this time, you will be separated from man and nature.

Sitting in front of the mourning hall, Lu Sijin burned a handful of paper money, and burned an extra handful for Yuan, who was frightened to death.

He looked at the three words Lu Xingzhi on the tablet, and said in his heart: Now, the original soul may be reunited with you, don't worry, I will find out the real cause of your death.

In the middle of the night, Lu Sijin's eyes were blurred and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. He said to Zhang De: "When the rooster crows and the dawn breaks, you should be able to leave."

Zhang De nodded quickly, and waited obediently for dawn.

However, before dawn, Lu Sijin fell down first.

Today can be described as a series of twists and turns, and the body that has lost too much blood has long been overdrawn. If Zhang De is a good ghost with a kind heart, Lu Sijin may not be able to solve it so easily. Hades.

Zhang De silently watched Lu Sijin curled up against the coffin, his curly hair made him look younger, and his natural smiling lips made people feel at ease, especially the two thick black and blue shadows under his eyes. It hurts even a rough male ghost to look at it.

Zhang De sighed softly, "I'm still a child."

He gently carried him to the small bed not far from the coffin. On the bed, there was a small quilt covering Lu Sijin's body with Yin Qi.

Fortunately, it's summer now, so I won't catch a cold if I sleep like this.

Afterwards, Zhang De walked outside the mourning hall and started the vigil automatically.

Lu Sijin was fainted by fright, and now his soul is unstable, he has to guard, anyway, he has to line up again after going down, and he doesn't care about the half day.

Zhang De Piao went out to watch the night, but he didn't see the ever-burning lamp shaking slightly, and some invisible force scattered some of the yin energy attached to the quilt.Lu Sijin, who was sleeping soundly, slept even more soundly, still gurgling.

The orange-red ever-burning lamp was burning slowly, and the light reflected on Lu Sijin's fair face, which looked extraordinarily warm.

..........

The early morning sun shone on Lu Sijin's face, the intensity of the light forced him to open his eyes, and he slept soundly this time.

He stretched, squeezed his sore neck, and patted the coffin.

Touching his stomach that started to growl again, he was hungry again.

Originally, he had been working and studying since high school, and he had some money in his hands, but the old Taoist passed away so suddenly, he used all his wealth to buy the old Taoist's funeral, and he didn't have any money in his hand.

I'm afraid I can't even pay for breakfast now.

Lu Sijin's room is on the right side of the Taoist temple. The second room is his bedroom, and the first room belongs to the old Taoist priest.

He went into the room and searched around. Apart from clothes, there were a lot of books, but he couldn't even find two dollars.

Poor!

Lu Sijin sighed, turned around and walked out the door.

When Lu Sijin came to the gate, he suddenly saw a familiar grimace.

"Why are you still here?"

Zhang De wiped his sweat, smiled wryly and said, "My lord, I don't seem to be able to go back."

Lu Sijin stared at Zhang De's face for a while, and found that there was a little scarlet under his mountain roots, so he waved to him, "Come closer."

Zhang De stepped forward, and Lu Sijin observed it carefully.

Last night, Zhang De's face was still covered with a golden light, as well as the mark of reincarnation from the underworld. Today, the mark on his forehead has completely disappeared, and there is still a little scarlet under the root of the mountain.

Kind of bad.

Maybe it was because Lu Sijin stared too seriously, Zhang De's feet were a little numb.

"Big, my lord, what's the situation."

Lu Sijin coughed lightly, "Now you are doing this because I was implicated. In this way, after I go out to have a full meal, I will help you find a way to open the dark road."

Zhang De hesitated for a while, and nodded gratefully.

Seeing the hesitation on his face, Lu Sijin was able to ask, "What's the matter with you?"

Zhang Dedao: "I, I want to go back and see my parents. I am the only child in the family. I accidentally died suddenly. It must be a big blow to my parents."

Lu Sijin nodded: "Go, go, but you have to come back before dark, I can help you try to temporarily cover the Yin Qi, as a repayment for the favor you helped me last night."

Zhang De's eyes lit up immediately, "Thank you, my lord."

Lu Sijin waved his hand, forgetting that his wrist was injured, the wound burst again, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

He walked back to the mourning hall and patted the old Taoist's coffin: "I will lend you some incense ashes, and I will bring you breakfast later."

The ever-burning lamp flickered quietly. Lu Sijin glanced at the ever-burning lamp, then grabbed a small handful of incense ash in the incense burner, dipped his fingers in a little wax oil, mixed the incense ash and wax oil, and wiped it on Zhang De's forehead.

"All right."

Zhang De touched the tingling sensation from his forehead, turned to face the sun, stretched out a finger, and was delighted to find that his skin did not burn itself when it touched the sun again.

"Thank you sir, I'll go first."

After Zhang De left, Lu Sijin raised her ears and walked out the door.

With the glory of the Emperor's Tomb, coupled with the flexible thinking of the new mayor, all the houses and buildings in the town were made of antiques, thus gaining a reputation.

There is a snack street not far from the Taoist temple, and there are many tourists coming and going on the street.

Zhou Lao Sauce Duck Shop is an old shop that has been open for nearly ten years. His shop mainly buys sauce duck, but in the morning it sells steamed buns and other breakfasts.

But now that Mr. Zhou has retired, it is now run by his son and daughter-in-law.

Since childhood, as long as the old Taoist priest traveled far away, Xiao Lu Sijin would be entrusted to the Zhou family to take care of him, and he became an acquaintance after going back and forth.

"Sister Zhang." Lu Sijin shouted loudly.

Zhang Qing'e, who was busy, glanced at him, and suddenly her eyes lit up, "Jin Zai wakes up so early, it must be hard work to watch the night, go in and sit down."

Lu Sijin walked into the store and found that the seats were full, so he found a small bench to sit in a place that would not hinder Zhang Qing'e, and sat obediently.

As everyone knows, how conspicuous Lu Sijin's move is.

He has red lips and white teeth, and his natural smiling lips give him the feeling of a sunny boy. Although the white clothes are a little thin, the station is a beautiful scenery.

The young female tourists from other places who bought breakfast glanced at it again and again, "Auntie, is this your son? He looks so good-looking."

Zhang Qing'e said with a smile: "This is the child from the next door. However, I agree with your point of view. The longer this child grows, the more juicy he will be."

The tourists laughed and walked away.

After being busy for a while, Zhang Qing'e's husband came back from shopping.

"Why is your face hurt?"

"It's okay, a small injury." Zhou Yang smiled, and didn't care about the small injury.

Zhang Qing'e said a few words to him, and in the spare time, fried fried dough sticks for Lu Sijin, baked pancakes with mixed grains, and gave Lu Sijin a cup of soy milk.

Looking at Lu Sijin's sharp and thin chin, he couldn't help feeling distressed.

"Old Daoist Lu is also a happy mourner. Don't be too sad, Jin Zai. You should look forward and see how thin you have become. If your master sees you like this, he will definitely feel uncomfortable."

Lu Sijin nodded, and reached out to get the soy milk, revealing her gauze-wrapped hands.

Zhang Qing'e saw it with sharp eyes, and hurriedly asked, "Jin Zai, what's wrong with your hand, why is it hurt?"

Zhou Yang's attention was attracted by his wife's eager voice, and he walked over: "What's going on?"

Zhang Qing'e said: "Husband, Jin Zai's distraught appearance is really worrying. In the afternoon, don't be busy with the business in the shop, go and watch. Seeing that Taoist Master Lu is going to be buried tomorrow, Jin Zai can't do it again." something's up."

Zhou Yang is an honest man who knows how to be grateful. When he was a child, Mr. Lu rescued him, and his old father told him to take good care of Jin Zai, and he lived up to Mr. Lu's entrustment.

And Lu Sijin almost grew up with him, and he can be regarded as half a nephew.

He nodded, "I'll go later."

Lu Sijin was a little moved. "Uncle Zhou, Sister Zhang doesn't need to bother you. The wound on my wrist was accidentally injured by me. It's not a big problem. But, can I give you the breakfast money for this morning later?"

There is a lot of traffic in the ancient town, and he plans to help people tell fortunes and earn some pocket money.

Zhang Qing'e didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What kind of money do you give? It's for you to eat. It's a child's family. Why are you so stubborn?"

At this time, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy hurriedly ran outside.

"Mom and Dad, my brother started to have a high fever since you left. I just went to the town hospital to see him, but it didn't help. Grandma was worried that my brother had burned out. Let me ask you to go back and take him to the county hospital."

Zhang Qing'e panicked when she heard this, and quickly took off her apron, "I was fine when I came out, why did it still burn?"

Zhou Yang was worried about his youngest son, so he said to his wife, "Anyway, there are no one around now, so I'll go back with you."

Lu Sijin just had a good meal, glanced at Zhou Yang's face, and frowned.

Zhou Yang's life is just a matter of appearance, except for some small setbacks, there is not much change. There is a scar at the corner of his eye, which shows that he had a life-threatening hurdle when he was young. After passing that hurdle, there will be no major changes. question.

But now one of the lines in his children's palace has changed.

"Uncle Zhou, I want to ask, how did you get the injury on your face?"

Zhou Yang was concerned about his youngest son and didn't think too much. He said directly: "When I was shopping for vegetables in the morning, there were two people quarreling outside the vegetable market. I passed by there and accidentally got involved."

Lu Sijin's face darkened, it was because of the small wound on Zhou Yang's face that changed his children's palace.Originally, he had two children in his life, but because of that wound, the two small forks were cut off from the veins, leaving only one.

"Uncle Zhou, can I follow?"

Zhou Yang glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Zhang Qing'e patted her husband on the shoulder, "Let Jin Zai go with him, he hasn't seen Yao'er yet, it just so happens that the old man is also talking about Jin Zai, and now we just go back together."

Lu Sijin followed the Zhou family couple into the tricycle, and he sat behind the tricycle with the Zhou family couple's eldest son.

Lu Sijin, who has never built an open-top tricycle, is very interested in seeing the scenery on the road.

Zhou Miaomiao always stared at Lu Sijin with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"Brother Lu?"

Obediently, she looks too good-looking.

Shuli's face is vaguely heroic, so that people will not mistake her for a girl. Her eyes are upright and clear, and her naturally smiling lips are slightly curved, which unintentionally dispels others' vigilance against him.

Lu Sijin glanced at Zhou Miaomiao, "Why?"

Zhou Miaomiao blushed and shook her head violently.

Lu Sijin was at a loss.

Mr. Zhou likes to be quiet, so the whole Zhou family sat in a village not far from the town, and it only took half an hour to drive there.

Just after parking the car, Lu Sijin heard a child crying from inside the house.

Zhou Yang's youngest son has just turned one year old this year, and the crying of the child is sharp and ear-piercing, which will make people feel very irritable after a long time.

When Lu Sijin heard the cry of the child, he felt something was not normal.

He followed Zhou's couple to the main room, and saw Mr. Zhou's wife coaxing the child, and the Mr. Zhou at the side felt sorry for his little grandson, playing with all kinds of toys was of no avail.

"Grandma, why did Yao'er catch fire again?"

Mrs. Zhou: "I don't know. I went to the hospital just now, and the medicine didn't help, and the high fever persisted. I was worried that Yao'er would burn out if this continued, so I asked the boss to tell you, take the child to the hospital. Go to the city hospital."

"I'm going to drive now." Zhou Yang said.

The child was held by Zhang Qing'e, and Lu Sijin, standing behind him, could easily see the child's current face.

No need to look closely, just one glance, and you will find that the child has an abnormal fever.Moreover, there was a bit of yin around the eyebrows, he brushed it casually, and the crying child just now gradually fell silent and fell asleep.

"Hey, the child stopped crying?" Mrs. Zhou was a little puzzled.

Mr. Zhou took a special look at Lu Sijin. He could see Lu Sijin's actions just now.

Lu Sijin: "Sister Zhang, can you show me the child?"

Zhang Qing'e hesitated for a while.

"Give Jin Zai a hug, baby."

After Mr. Zhou spoke, Zhang Qing'e gently placed the child in his arms.

"That's right, Jin Zai is the apprentice of Master Lu, do you see something wrong with Yao'er?"

Mrs. Zhou is a bit superstitious, especially trusting the old Taoist priest Lu who saved her son's life.

As his apprentice, Lu Sijin, she still trusts her more. If someone else delays her grandson's illness, Mrs. Zhou will definitely be anxious with him.

Lu Sijin looked at the center of the child's eyebrows, then checked the child's body again, and found a strange smell coming from near the heart, and a trace of yin entangled the child's body.

"Grandpa Zhou, is there something in the child's heart?"

The old lady Zhou immediately smiled and said: "A few days ago, I took Yao'er to the Great Buddha Temple to offer incense. On the way, I met an old Taoist priest who set up a stall. He gave me a safe blessing for free, and sewed it on Yao'er's close-fitting Inside the clothes. It seems that Jin Zai has really learned some skills from the old Taoist Lu, just by looking at it."

Lu Sijin has been studying outside all the time, so everyone doesn't know that he is not proficient in this skill.

"Grandma Zhou, this talisman doesn't seem to be a safe talisman."

"what?"

Lu Sijin's expression was serious: "Because it hurts people."

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