Starting from the Abandoned Disciple in Laoshan

Chapter 51

Liu Wanqing felt her body fly up, it turned out that it was her uncle who lifted her up.

"If you don't want to die, just follow me."

At some point, two candles were lit on the old man's shoulders.

The candlelight shimmered, forcing the darkness back for a while.

It seemed that because of the lighting of the candle, the old man's speed was not fast. Ashiu pulled the dwarf and ran forward after the old man's back.

Several girls with red cards also tried their best to catch up.

It's a pity that they are used to being pampered and pampered, and soon some will fall behind.

Immediately followed by the second,

The third,
the fourth.

Axiu ran all the way without stopping.

But the footsteps behind him disappeared one by one.

They were submerged in the terrifying darkness, not even screaming.

Finally came to a wooden house, Shay tried his best to pull the dwarf into the wooden house, and then the wooden door closed.

This independent wooden house is where Liu Wanqing usually lives.

The entire wooden house is built of peach wood, and the lady said that it has the effect of exorcising evil spirits.

Soon the lights in the cabin came on.

But the wooden door was hit violently, and a gap was opened, and a white bone claw was clearly visible, and one of the phalanxes was still wearing a gleaming ring.

A shy saw, a burst of sadness.

Because that ring was worn by a girl with a red card just now.

The person who was alive just now turned into a skeleton and a monster in an instant.

Before it was too late to feel sad, the old man took out a handful of white flowers that looked like paper money, told her to drip blood on it, and then stuck it to the crack of the door.

As for the old man, he sat cross-legged, murmured words, made seals in his hands, and the two candles on his shoulders floated to the wooden door, and the wooden door seemed to be pushed shut tightly.

Axiu, Liu Wanqing, and the dwarf all had white flowers. Under the urging of the old man, they quickly stained with blood and stuck the white flowers of paper money to the crack of the door.

The last pieces of white paper money were precariously pasted on the door, all dyed red.

The dark tide outside seems to have stopped.

Liu Wanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Uncle, are we safe?"

The old man shook his head, his originally thin hair became even thinner.

And after the darkness outside paused for a while, it still hit the wooden house like a tide, and the wooden door seemed to be broken open at any moment, Liu Wanqing's face turned pale.

But if the old man didn't smell it, he just collected the fallen hair and carefully put it into a sachet.

"Don't worry, the peach wood used to build the wooden house was roasted by Yuanyang's fire, and it can last at least fifteen minutes."

The old man said slowly.

Liu Wanqing: "What about a quarter of an hour later?"

The old man smiled: "There are two outcomes, either to die or to be rescued."

Liu Wanqing looked sleepy, "Uncle, aren't you able to pinch and count? Doesn't it mean that you didn't say anything."

The old man smiled and looked at the dwarf.

Liu Wanqing seemed to have realized something, and said to the dwarf, "You brat, quickly predict whether we will live or die?"

The dwarf nodded, and then hugged his head, as if in extreme pain. At the same time, the skin on his body turned purple, looking very scary, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know..."

Liu Wanqing couldn't help sighing, "Don't predict."

Axiu seemed to be used to this scene, and hugged the dwarf tightly, and the dwarf just calmed down.

The old man said quietly to A Shame: "Is he your brother?"

A shy "hmm".

The old man said softly: "Then you should know that your brother is already dead."

A shame looked terrified, "Old man, don't talk nonsense."

The old man found a dry tobacco from nowhere, lit the tobacco leaf, smoked it, and exhaled a smoke ring. The smoke curled up, and it smelled like incense candles used to go to the grave.

In the smoke, the blue-purple color on the dwarf's body receded extremely quickly.

He then tapped the cigarette butt, with a calm expression: "Stories about ghosts and gods entrusting dreams and predicting the future are not uncommon. This is not the first time your brother has done this. How could you not know about it? Of course, even if you don't know about it, your parents must know about it." I will tell you that it was born as a ghost. Humans and ghosts have different paths, which is why I did not accept him as a disciple. How can a ghost inherit the morality of a living person?"

But Liu Wanqing interrupted suddenly, "Uncle, you can also tell fortunes and predict the future. Could it be that you are dead too?"

The old man's face twitched, and he said angrily: "You didn't die for me, how could I go to die. And I don't call it prediction, it's called calculation. Knowing the autumn when a leaf falls, predicting the future is different from calculating the future What’s more, if I calculate the future, it will also consume my lifespan, so I rarely tell fortunes in my life, and I don’t plan to pass on this skill to you, hey, it’s useless for me to tell you this elm head.”

Liu Wanqing suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "So, you plan to teach Ah Xing fortune-telling, because he is naturally suitable for this? Yes, he is dead, and he is not afraid of losing his life."

The old man tapped Liu Wanqing's forehead with a cigarette stick, "It's not too stupid to be hopeless."

Liu Wanqing: "Even if I'm stupid, I was knocked down by you."

Her whole family encountered a catastrophe when she was young, and was later rescued by the old man, the only close relative. However, the old man still has a disrespectful temperament, so the two of them always talk about the same thing.

At this moment, the grandparents and grandson were joking, and even the creaking sound of the wooden door being hit by the dark tide outside did not seem so scary.

The old man suddenly sighed, "It's better to be stupid, my elder brother is just too smart."

Liu Wanqing's expression was gloomy. Her grandfather was too smart. He was born with a photographic memory and was able to multi-task. Too many people, so that the family was liquidated just after passing away.

My uncle advised me about this, but unfortunately it was useless.

Before his death, her grandfather said, "This dynasty mansion will collapse. I am just a paper painter, doing some tinkering. The wind and rain will rush me in the future. It will collapse or it will collapse. I think about it, and I don't know these things. How should I evaluate what I did in the past year, until a few days ago I met a young man with long hair in the Princess Jinyang's mansion. I had a good relationship with him and talked to him for a long time. I have done my best, and after death, I belong to the country of Xu, and it is difficult to make the family'. In this way, I suddenly realized. After investigation, I found out that he was a disciple of Changqingzi, the head teacher of the Shangqing Palace on Laoshan Mountain. His surname was Shen and his name was Mo. He had already been enshrined in Taoism. .What a pity, what a pity."

This was the first time Liu Wanqing heard the name "Shen Mo" in her life.

Later, she became a teacher of Shuiyue Temple, worked as an undercover undercover Nether Sect, and became a close friend of Princess Jinyang through the tasks in the teaching.

It was many years later when I heard the name Shen Mo again.

She sometimes thought that if her grandfather followed the Tao, with his wisdom and wisdom, his achievements might not be inferior to Shen Mo's.

But if the grandfather followed the Tao, then there would be no father, let alone her.

But I knew that when I was born, I had to experience so much suffering, it would be better not to be born.

After all, the wooden door could not withstand the impact of the dark tide outside, not even for a quarter of an hour, and the uncle was lying again.

At this moment, Liu Wanqing was actually very calm in her heart, without any fear, she said softly to herself, "Destroy, I'm tired."

The eerie, dank darkness surged in.

In an instant, Liu Wanqing fell into suffocation like drowning, and death was imminent.

At this moment, a bluish-red knife light lit up, breaking through the gloomy and damp darkness.

Deep and low, but familiar voice sounded in the darkness,

"You are not allowed to die before I return your favor."

(End of this chapter)