Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 6
"You damn girl, are you still angry? It's so dark, I shouted at you, but you didn't make a sound? I thought you were caught by a wolf!"

When Xiao Fang Ling was in a daze touching the bell ring, he received two thumps on the head suddenly.Fang Changqing finally caught up with him blowing his beard and staring.

"Daddy! I was almost killed by that red-eyed and fang-toothed ghost just now, and you still beat me!"

Xiao Fangling covered his head and saw that he was about to cry again.

Fang Changqing was beaten by the ghost and had to run around several laps of the wrong way, and he finally got rid of his hands, and then he broke through the maze and chased him all the way before catching up.

Hearing this, she immediately became nervous, and hurriedly tossed and turned to check if her daughter was injured.

This examination was not a big deal, but we found a scar the size of a chestnut in the back of his neck, like a thick scab newly forming on a wound.It doesn't hurt or itch when I pinch it, but I can't pick it off when I pick it.

All these scratches pulled the red strips of cloth from Xiao Fang Ling's eyes.

Fang Ling opened his eyes suddenly, but saw dark shadows all around, and tall shadows everywhere.They have different shapes, some sway gently, some stand upright, densely packed everywhere.She was so frightened that she immediately screamed:
"Daddy, there are so many ghosts! There are ghosts everywhere!"

Fang Changqing, who was so exhausted that he was sweating, could still keep calm after hearing this?
He reached out to pick up little Fang Ling and put it under his arm, and immediately ran away. The four or five miles of mountain road almost killed him.

In a Taoist temple deep in a bamboo forest, a gray-haired Taoist embraced a timid little girl, pointing to a wintersweet tree in the courtyard and softly coaxing:
"Ling'er is not afraid, this is not a ghost, this is a tree. There are leaves and flowers on the tree. Many trees will bear sweet fruits in autumn, and Ling'er likes to eat them most."

Little Fang Ling loosened her grip on Lao Dao's clothes, stretched out her chubby little paws to reach for a small yellow flower, held it in her hand and smelled it, and said in a milky voice:
"Grandpa, I know this wintersweet flower, I have smelled it before."

The veteran nodded approvingly.

"Our Ling'er is the smartest. It's night, and it's dark everywhere, so Ling'er is afraid. If it's daytime, Ling'er will look at it again. The green trees and green mountains are so beautiful!

We Ling'er happened to break through the entrance today by chance. From now on, we will be able to see and touch everything! "

Xiao Fang Ling stretched out his hand to touch the old man's gray hair, and said with a smile:
"I can still see my grandpa and dad every day!"

As he spoke, he plunged into grandpa's arms, rolling around like a baby, exhilarated.The fluffy little head made her grandpa tickle, it was sweet.

Although Fang Changqing almost died from running all the way, now that he has regained his strength, he is ecstatic, with tears rolling in his eyes.

As long as his precious daughter can see, he is willing to die.

Fang Changqing rummaged through the entire Taoist temple, and the bag of oil cakes he just brought back was barely considered a good thing.I hurriedly heated up the pancakes, and now I made two side dishes. I dug out the good wine that I prepared to honor the master during the Chinese New Year, and set it on the table happily.

Fang Ling curiously pointed at the various objects in the lights and was very busy, such as tables, benches, cabinets, doors...

All kinds of objects have to run over and touch them, and then search their names from the memory according to the shapes they touch.

Fang Ling never knew that the door was so high, the four legs of the stool were spread apart like this, the color and texture of the plate were different from the teapot, and the nose of the copper teapot could spit out white steam...

Seeing Fang Ling running around the room and cheering happily, the old man was very relieved, but he was also a little worried:
"Changqing, Ling'er was born in a mass grave, and was blinded by yin qi when he was born. He could see ghosts in the underworld, but he couldn't distinguish anything in the yang world.

Although I tried to treat it every day, it had little effect.In the past few years, I can barely distinguish a trace of light and shadow.Now I have the opportunity to meet her.

It's just that by chance, it was a ghost, and by accident, it forced her obscuring pure yin energy to the ghost point of the Governor Vessel in the back of her head. "

Fang Changqing asked in confusion: "What is a ghost cave?"

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist knew that this disciple was feeding knowledge to a dog again, so he said with a straight face:

"Ghost Cave is also called Fengfu, wind, qi; mansion, gathering place. Now this scar is purple-gold, born here, in terms of physiognomy, it is the gold hidden under the house, which can absorb moisture and transform wind, and gather spirits gas.

Purple air has always symbolized auspiciousness, which is invisible and intangible, but it is a kind of spiritual fluctuation between heaven and earth.The scars on this ghost cave attract a steady stream of spiritual power, which seems to be a great thing for practitioners.

But all things need to pursue their origins, and this scar can be said to have been born in a mass grave and formed by an evil ghost.

It's really a hidden way of heaven, I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse? "

Fang Changqing didn't know anything about the way of heaven, so he just drank a cup of hot wine happily and said with a smile on his face:
"Master, it's better to make a divination to measure good or bad. It is said that the master always teaches me divination, but I never do it myself. Why?"

The Taoist priest's expression changed slightly, he was a little embarrassed, and after a while he said angrily:
"Can divination be done casually? If you want to spy on the way of heaven, you will be punished. Have you ever seen a divination and fortune-telling person who is not disabled and blind?"

Hearing this, Fang Changqing suddenly felt that the wine in his mouth was not fragrant.

Speaking of which, I set up a stall to do divination and fortune-telling every day, so I'm afraid that this retribution will happen sooner or later?Thinking of this, Fang Changqing couldn't help touching his arms and legs, fearing that they would not be healthy in a few days.

On the other hand, his master sneered when he saw this: "With those two moves of yours, can you be called a spy on the way of heaven?"

Fang Changqing felt relieved immediately after hearing the words, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt a little uncomfortable. He drank another glass of hot wine and looked at his daughter who was chirping and having fun alone, and then he felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)