Chapter 236 Jinjiang (1)
This time, Zhang Wubing carefully selected many alternative locations.
After the incidents of the Yin soldiers borrowing the passage and Changshou Village, Zhang Wubing felt so sad that he had no tears left and felt that he was deeply hurt.
He said that he didn't expect that even the location given by the authorities was so unreliable. Two incidents happened in succession, which made him trust the other party so much.
When Zhang Wubing called Taoist Ma, he felt more and more aggrieved, and his voice was filled with tears.
Taoist Priest Ma: “Ah…”
He stroked his chin and pondered for a long time. He wanted to tell the truth, but was afraid of hurting Zhang Wubing's heart and making him cry. So he hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Director Zhang, have you ever thought about another possibility?"
"that is."
Taoist Priest Ma said tactfully, "Is there a possibility that it's not a problem with the officials in the southern region, but... Director Zhang, your physique is indeed one in a billion."
Zhang Wubing was stunned.
He actually had a good idea of his physical condition. After all, he had been encountering ghosts for so many years that he had long been used to it.
However, Zhang Wubing had not expected that even official affairs could be affected to this extent because of his physique.
Hearing the sobbing coming from the phone, Master Ma felt very sympathetic, but he still gave her another blow.
"In fact, if Director Zhang had not encountered the Yin soldiers borrowing the road when he first asked me to calculate the longevity village, but had gone directly to the longevity village, the production team would not have encountered such a brutal thing. At most, they would have felt a little strange and could not remember what happened in the longevity village, but they would have returned smoothly."
Taoist Priest Ma said honestly, "Although my fortune-telling is not particularly accurate, it is actually not bad. It's just a little worse than other Taoist priests in Haiyun Temple. So Director Zhang can trust me. After all, at that time, there was still some time before the winter solstice."
"Later, when Haiyun Temple cleaned up Nanming Mountain, it was discovered that sacrifices were held there during the four solar terms when yin and yang alternated and the existence of heaven and earth was most distinct. This time, it happened to be the winter solstice sacrifice."
As Taoist Master Ma spoke, he began to feel a little sympathy for Zhang Wubing.
"It just so happened that we encountered some ghost soldiers on the road, which delayed us for a while. So when Director Zhang and the others arrived at Changshou Village, we caught up with the Winter Solstice Festival. The false god of Nanming Mountain was in urgent need of power, so he refused to let anyone go."
Taoist Priest Ma was a little unconvinced at first, thinking that his divination skills were not that bad.
Especially after he and several other Taoist priests cleared the remaining foul air from Nanming Mountain, and based on the words of the two sisters who were rescued from Nanming Mountain, they discovered that the most dangerous time for Changshou Village was actually only four days a year.
If you come to the Longevity Village at other times, you will be kept until the solar term. At least you will have a safe period of time and will not encounter rotting corpses so quickly.
But Zhang Wubing is so unlucky.
If Zhang Wubing had set out according to the official time given by the southern region, it would not have been so dangerous. And the divination that Taoist Ma had made at that time was indeed correct.
The only thing wrong was probably Zhang Wubing's luck.
Taoist Priest Ma has been dealing with evil spirits for many years, and has seen many people whose luck has been affected by ghosts and who have become unlucky. He has also seen many people who can see ghosts or are haunted by ghosts because of their weak horoscopes or because their ancestors ate food in the underworld.
But this was the first time that Taoist Master Ma had seen someone like Zhang Wubing, who encountered three ghosts every step he took.
For a moment, Taoist Ma, who originally wanted to prove himself, felt more and more that Zhang Wubing was unlucky.
As for Zhang Wubing, he was dumbfounded and just held the phone in his hand without saying a word.
Taoist Priest Ma called Zhang Wubing several times in worry, and Zhang Wubing finally came to his senses with sobs and asked in a trembling voice: "Taoist Priest Ma, then, then Taoist Priest Song said before that there is a ghost town in my destiny."
Zhang Wubing couldn't suppress his tears: "Could it be that what you mean is that I have to see all these ghosts in my lifetime?"
Taoist Priest Ma carefully organized his words and said tactfully, "Director Zhang, how about... contacting Junior Brother Yan more often?"
Zhang Wubing understood what Taoist Ma meant, which was that he should hold on to Yan Shixun's thigh tightly for the rest of his life and never let go, so that he could save his life.
As for the deeper meaning...
Taoist Priest Ma was implicitly acknowledging the truth of Taoist Priest Song's words.
Zhang Wubing burst into tears with a "woof ji" sound, the kind that no one could comfort.
Taoist Master Ma was in a hurry to comfort Zhang Wubing, and also promised that as long as he had time, he would recommend a Taoist priest in Haiyun Temple who was particularly good at divination to Zhang Wubing, so that the Taoist priest with good divination could help Zhang Wubing calculate the itinerary for this trip.
Zhang Wubing was finally calmed down.
When he hung up the phone, Master Ma leaned back and let out a long sigh, feeling really tired.
A squeaking sound of begging for mercy came from outside the room, rushing past with the wind.
"Master, wahhhhhhh, stop hitting me, stop hitting me. If you hit me again, your favorite little twinkle will stop blinking. I am reciting the text. I really am reciting it. Master, you can't use Jing Xiaobao as a reference. Brother Yan is not like that. Uncle-Master Yan is even worse! They all look like evil spirits. How can I compare with them?"
The sound came from far away and then went away.
When Taoist Priest Ma heard the sound and looked outside, he just saw the last touch of rich color "whoosh!" past, and the wind blew up the loose hair on his temples, and "slap!" it hit his own face.
Taoist Priest Ma: “…………”
He raised his hands helplessly to gather up his hair, and from the look that had just been blown by the wind like he was fleeing, he returned to the neat appearance of a Taoist priest.
Judging from the color, it must be Lu Xingxing.
After all, among all the Taoists in Haiyun Temple, only Lu Xingxing would dress so brightly, which perfectly fits his identity as an independent musician.
Behind Lu Xingxing, Taoist Priest Song Yi was chasing after him, roaring.
"Just stand there! Stop running!"
When Taoist Ma heard Taoist Song Yi's voice, he quickly pushed the window and jumped out to stop Taoist Song Yi.
No matter what, Lu Xingxing is his nephew who grew up under his care. Even though he’s a little stupid, he’s cute and always smiling, which makes people feel good just by looking at him.
So Master Ma thought about it and decided that Lu Xingxing’s life must be saved.
Otherwise, we won’t be able to see Lu Xingxing’s cute appearance in the future.
"Master Song, Senior Brother Song, it's OK."
Taoist Priest Ma stood on the path that Taoist Priest Song Yi had to pass, separating the master and his disciple on both sides, and said with a helpless smile: "Calm down, can you still kill the stars?"
Taoist Song Yi's already serious face became gloomy, making him look even more terrifying.
Hearing what Master Ma said, he snorted coldly, but ultimately did not continue to chase Lu Xingxing.
Taoist Song Yi made a beautiful sword flower with the shiny thin sword in his hand, put the sword behind his back, and stopped there.
The sword tip trembled slightly, causing a buzzing sound in the air.
Lu Xingxing, who was hiding quietly not far away, felt frightened just by hearing the sound.
He patted his chest, thinking that he had narrowly escaped a beating this time. For a moment, he looked at Taoist Master Ma with admiration.
Lu Xingxing: Uncle Ma, you are a good man. Good people will have a peaceful life!
But although Master Song Yi listened to Master Ma's words and did not continue to chase, he still felt very disappointed and said with gritted teeth: "A rotten tree cannot be carved!"
"Master Ma, you don't know that when Xingxing was in Nanming Mountain, the talisman for summoning the gods actually worked."
Taoist Priest Song Yi said with both pride and regret: "He actually succeeded in borrowing divine power into his body. This is a rare thing for Taoists of his generation."
"Tell me, with such talent, how can I not be anxious?"
Taoist Master Song Yi sighed and said, "I shouldn't have believed his bullshit, saying that making music and pursuing freedom is also practicing Taoism."
Taoist Priest Ma was surprised at first, then he suddenly realized: "No wonder he was able to successfully protect everyone in the program team when Junior Brother Yan was not around in Changshou Village. When all of us lost consciousness, only Xingxing remained conscious. It turned out that it was because of the divine power he asked for."
Thinking of this, Master Ma, who had just thought that "Xingxing is just a child, don't beat him", suddenly changed his mind and thought that "Lu Xingxing is still a child, don't let him go."
Taoist Priest Ma turned around thoughtfully and looked in the direction where Lu Xingxing ran away.
Although Lu Xingxing knew that Taoist Ma could not see him hiding behind the house, he was so frightened when he saw the look in Taoist Ma's eyes that his hair stood on end. He tiptoed away stealthily like a dog.
Lu Xingxing: I’m leaving, I can’t stay in this world anymore, everyone wants to beat me up QAQ.
"This is actually my fault. If my injury could have healed earlier, I would have been able to go to Nanming Mountain, and maybe you wouldn't have to go through such a crisis."
Taoist Song Yi sighed and asked Taoist Ma about the current situation of Nanming Mountain with concern.
Although Taoist Song Yi did not actually enter Nanming Mountain when the disaster occurred decades ago, it was a major event that weighed on the minds of everyone in Haiyun Temple.
No one expected that this time, although the program crew went to the Longevity Village, they solved the issue of Nanming Mountain in time before the winter solstice, preventing the disaster from further expanding.
Taoist Priest Ma also talked about the two orphan sisters in Nancun.
When the Taoist priests were investigating Nanming Mountain, the sisters gave them a lot of help without reservation and even took them to the burial site of the corpses.
There were also many basements hidden under the ruins of the small wooden building. It was my sister who used the key to open the door, allowing the corpses and objects piled up in the basement to see the light of day again.
This allowed the Taoist priests to find many things belonging to their master, as well as notes filled with records of the evil magic of Nanming Mountain.
No matter whether it was sacrificial utensils or handwritten books, the viciousness of the methods recorded and used made the Taoist priests gasp. They did not expect that the master could be so cruel. This was simply beyond the limits of human beings. Even ghosts were more human than the master.
But after the anger, comes the fear.
In the handwritten notes of the master himself, his original plan and the purpose of each step were clearly recorded, including what heights he could achieve after the last winter solstice festival, with detailed analysis and records.
These beautiful handwritings made the Taoist priests feel cold all over.
If Master really succeeds, he will seize the Great Dao and rule the world.
However, if such a sinister and twisted person who has no respect for life really controls the world...
The Taoist priests couldn't imagine how tragic the situation would be.
For the sake of a so-called paradise without all pain and sorrow, the master might even turn all lives into monsters that are neither alive nor dead.
Even though Taoist Song Yi did not see the situation with his own eyes, he could feel the anger burning in his heart just by listening to Taoist Ma's description.
"What about the two sisters? Are they okay?"
When Taoist Master Song Yi heard Taoist Master Ma say that the two sisters had no relatives, had been raised by their master since birth, and had never left Nanming Mountain, he couldn't help but ask with concern.
"If they have any difficulties, or are afraid of being looked at differently by others, they can come to Haiyun Temple. They have helped Haiyun Temple, and we have to repay this karma."
Taoist Priest Song Yi said: "We don't have any taboos in Haiyun Temple. It doesn't matter whether they are male or female. They can live in Haiyun Temple. If they don't like it, they can live in the village at the foot of the mountain. If they want to study, Haiyun Temple will send them to school. If they don't want to contact outsiders, they can also study with the young Taoist priests in Haiyun Temple."
Although Taoist Song Yi has an intimidating presence without getting angry and always looks serious, he often scares people so much that they subconsciously lower their voices and behave like a little kid in front of him.
But in fact, Taoist Song Yi had considered things very carefully and had already thought of all the options for the sisters, trying his best to help them without making them feel uncomfortable.
When Taoist Master Ma heard this, he was stunned at first, then he said with a smile: "Don't worry, Junior Brother Yan has already made arrangements."
The two sisters have no attachment to Nanming Mountain, but they have deep feelings for the proprietress of the Shanwai B&B.
As they grew up, they had no female elders, and they didn't even have a normal childhood that children should have.
They have been dealing with dead bodies for as long as they can remember.
Even many corpses that failed to be successfully "resurrected" in the longevity village were disposed of by them.
Even though they had only recently reached adulthood, they did not even blink when faced with dead bodies and the stench of decay.
Even my younger sister, who was relatively timid, could scrape off the flesh of the corpse bit by bit with her bare hands without batting an eyelid, and then throw the bones into the river.
No one can help them or tell them what is right.
Apart from them hugging each other for warmth and supporting each other as they walked down the mountain, the only person who gave them warmth was the owner of the B&B.
They were very young that year, only six years old.
After the ceremony, the elder sister took her younger sister and quietly took the opportunity to leave Nanming Mountain, originally wanting to escape the control of the master.
But when they reached the mountain pass, my sister saw yellow and white chrysanthemums growing outside the mountain.
This means that they cannot escape from the master's control at all. It all depends on whether the master wants to call them back.
Just like the small animals we keep at home, even if they run around in the fence, the owner will just think the animals are lively and watch them with a smile.
At that moment, the elder sister was so disheartened that she even wanted to jump into the river with her younger sister and end her life.
But the boss lady saw it.
The proprietress saw that the two little girls were dressed in rags, with clothes piled up one on top of the other, as if they had been stripped from a pile of dead bodies. Even their feet, which were covered in mud and dirt, were frozen stiff and blue, and they were not wearing shoes, and were cut by the rocks in the mountains and were bleeding.
The two sisters huddled together at the edge of the mountain pass, shivering in the cold wind.
The boss lady's heart was almost broken.
She quickly took the two children home, fed them hot water and food, washed their feet and put on new shoes for them, and took out her old clothes, altered them, and gave them to the two girls to wear.
That was the first time the two sisters were embraced in such a warm embrace since they were born.
My sister even cried and wanted to stay in the B&B and didn't want to leave.
But my sister knew very well that if the two of them did not go back, once the master-master found out, it would even implicate the boss’s wife and put her in danger.
So, the elder sister thanked the proprietress and took her younger sister away.
But after the next festival, he reappeared outside the B&B.
In his hand he held a handful of fabric.
The elder sister solemnly told the proprietress that these were the handiwork of the two sisters and could be given to the proprietress as payment in exchange for clothes and other items.
In addition, my sister actually wanted to use these fabrics, which were woven according to tradition and had special effects, to protect the safety of the boss lady.
However, the boss lady didn't know about this.
She was just soft-hearted and felt that the two sisters were too pitiful, so even though she didn't think the fabrics could really be sold, she still accepted them and gave the two sisters more things.
For more than ten years, the proprietress has been playing the role of "mother" to the two sisters, giving them love and care, and preventing them from becoming numb and indifferent to life like their master.
The kindness of the two sisters was given by the boss lady.
Therefore, after hearing from the rescue team that an accident had occurred in the B&B area outside the mountain and the proprietress had nearly died, my sister was so angry that she wanted to rush back to Nanming Mountain to whip the corpse of the master.
Yan Shixun saw the relationship between the two sisters and the proprietress, so he told the two sisters that since they liked the proprietress, they should live with her and stay by her side to protect her safety.
Let the boss lady also warm the lives of the two sisters.
Because the owner of the B&B had been going into the mountains to fetch water all year round, the vitality he obtained had exceeded his original limit, so when the cause and effect came to be settled, he directly lost his life.
While the rescue team and the program crew were still in the mountain, the homestay owner, who was suppressed by the rescue team members outside the mountain, had his skin cracked and bleeding rapidly, and his whole body exploded into a ball of blurred flesh and blood and died.
And the proprietress also lost her only relative.
Her original family was a mess, and after she resolutely left as an adult, there was no possibility of returning.
She has been running a B&B outside Nanming Mountain for many years and has long regarded this place as her home.
After her husband's tragic death, and after learning that he was possessed by an evil spirit and did not really want to kill her of his own will, the proprietress burst into tears, feeling lonely and panicked.
The arrival of the two sisters just made up for the boss's loneliness.
The proprietress never expected that her kindness saved her life.
The two sisters did not expect that their gratitude would bring them a home.
The three of them hugged each other and cried bitterly, and then decided to continue staying outside Nanming Mountain, running a B&B together, and living a peaceful and happy life here.
"Because they were grateful for Junior Brother Yan's help, the two sisters told us everything they knew, revealing all of Master's secrets. They also said that as long as it was about Nanming Mountain, we could come to them without hesitation. This was the only thing they could do to thank Junior Brother Yan."
Taoist Priest Ma shook his head and said with a smile, "Master, this is the end of the world. Don't even think about having any chance of making a comeback."
When Taoist Song Yi heard such a happy ending, his originally serious expression relaxed and a smile appeared in his eyes.
He said in a gentle voice: "My injuries are almost healed. If anything happens to Junior Brother Yan and the others this time, I will be the first one to arrive..."
"Shut up!"
Taoist Priest Ma stopped Taoist Priest Song Yi in fear: "What are you talking about? Don't say it! What if the gods of heaven and earth hear it and think it's your wish that came true?"
The two Taoist priests also realized something and turned their heads to look to the side in unison.
Fortunately, since this is the backyard of Haiyun Temple, there are no statues of gods or paintings of ancestors.
In the wing room, there was only an ebony sculpture that was so old that it was hard to tell its age and had been abandoned for a long time.
The face was dark and scratched, and it was impossible to tell which god or monster the statue belonged to.
However, the hand-long ebony statue was placed on the table, already covered with dust, and forgotten in this room where no one had visited for a long time.
Taoist Priest Ma took a quick glance and had a rough impression that it seemed that a pilgrim said that he did not dare to handle the statue without permission, so he brought it to Haiyun Temple and asked the Taoist Priest to help deal with it.
However, I don't know which Taoist priest took it and just left it here. Did he forget it, or was he delayed by something?
This thought just flashed through Master Ma's mind, and then he put it behind his mind and didn't take it to heart.
"It's a good thing you didn't say that in the main hall."
Taoist Priest Ma exhaled, and his heart, which had been pounding, slowly calmed down. “Fortunately, I didn’t say that in front of the statue, otherwise I would be in trouble for talking nonsense.”
Taoist Song Yi also held his hands in annoyance, bowed deeply to the heaven and earth, and then quickly chanted the mouth-cleansing mantra in a low voice to erase the wrong words he had just said.
"Has Director Zhang Wubing decided where to go next time?"
Taoist Priest Song Yi said, "It's almost the end of the year. According to past experience, there will be a lot of pilgrims coming to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings. If it happens at that time, the temple will be short of staff, and it will be difficult to send people to Director Zhang Wubing's place."
As one of the most famous Taoist temples in China, Haiyun Temple is known for its efficacy and genuine knowledge. As long as it is open, there is an endless stream of believers who come to seek help or burn incense.
Moreover, because Haiyun Temple has been rooted in Binhai City for hundreds of years, this metropolis, which has always amazed people with its impact and fusion of the old and the new, also has the tradition of visiting Haiyun Temple during festivals.
Many people’s childhood memories of Chinese New Year are of being led by their parents up the mountain to watch the Haiyun Temple light the first incense stick of the new year and perform the first blessing ceremony to spread blessings to the citizens.
Adults and children alike happily reached out to catch the red paper thrown in the air by the Taoist priests, which meant cleaning up the old year and welcoming new blessings in the new year.
There were fortune tellers and lot shakers, people writing their wishes on small red wooden boards and hanging them on the trees, Taoist priests giving out blessing porridge made with red beans, coix seeds, and red dates, red apples for children, and candies made by the temple itself... There was laughter and joy everywhere, and people were coming and going, and it was so lively that everyone was unconsciously infected by their smiles.
Some people in Binhai even say that no Binhai resident has no memory of Haiyun Temple in their childhood.
The scene with huge crowds of people and a lively atmosphere full of the New Year atmosphere is broadcast live by Binhai City TV every year, blessing all citizens with joy.
However, for the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple, that is the busiest time of the year.
After hearing Taoist Master Song Yi's concerns, Taoist Master Ma also agreed with them.
"Although I really want to say don't worry and wish Director Zhang the best, but Director Zhang's luck is really disappointing, which makes me worried."
Taoist Priest Ma sighed, took out his phone and said, "I'll tell Director Zhang about this and ask him which location he has chosen so that we can have an idea."
"I don't know what kind of person Director Zhang's ancestors were, maybe a celestial master? How could he attract ghosts to this extent?"
When Taoist Priest Ma mentioned Zhang Wubing, he sighed and said, "I originally thought it was a physical problem, but now I'm beginning to doubt whether it's a problem with Director Zhang's bloodline. Can this level of encounter with ghosts really exist?"
Taoist Song Yi knew a little about Zhang Wubing's affairs, so he said, "Director Zhang Wubing should have died at the age of nineteen. No matter who his father found for him, the horoscope he calculated should be like this. He should not live past the age of twenty. His horoscope does not belong to the human world."
"But he met Junior Brother Yan."
"From the moment they met at Binhai University, their horoscopes began to influence each other and led to a direction unknown to everyone. I'm afraid only heaven and earth know what's going on."
"After all, people have thousands of predictions, but God only needs one."
Taoist Song Yi groaned: "However, at that time, Monk Chengyun should have already calculated this scene."
Taoist Master Ma sighed: "Master Chengyun has already passed away. Even if we guess now, we don't know the truth."
"Since the Ghost Mountain, things have long been out of the control of Haiyun Temple and us."
Taoist Priest Ma raised his head and looked up at the vast sky.
"The Way is above all else, and the Way is ruthless."
"But it gave birth to the heaven and earth."
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Zhang Wubing, whose shooting location was mentioned by Taoist Master Ma, was so tired that he wanted to lie down on the street. He was like a tired Samoyed and refused to get up no matter how others pulled him.
However, the director team was urging him, and the messages from the official person in charge, the officials of the southern region, the official of the video platform, Binhai City... and so on were all in Zhang Wubing's personal account, waiting for him to reply and confirm one by one, leaving him no time at all.
Zhang Wubing even felt as if he would not even have time to breathe.
"Mom, you must help me show great respect to your assistant."
When Zhang Wubing received a caring call from his mother, he said seriously, "I was so wrong before. I actually thought that the world outside my home was beautiful. I didn't expect that there would be so many things to worry about when I was on my own. You and Dad's assistant secretary helped me do it before, and I didn't know that."
His tone was sincere, with a trance after staying up all night: "It's too strong, really. If it were me now, I would have to make hundreds of calls and deal with hundreds of people every day... If I had social phobia, I would probably be scared to death."
Zhang's mother burst out laughing and secretly gave a thumbs up to the professional woman who had been her assistant for more than ten years.
After a brief moment of surprise, the assistant laughed sincerely.
So, although the Zhang family's children often contradict their father, they are still liked by everyone in the Zhang family and can even survive successfully by clinging to Master Yan's thigh. There is a reason for this.
Such sweet words.
The assistant smiled and shook his head, and suddenly understood why everyone in the Zhang family, even everyone the program crew came into contact with, liked Zhang Wubing.
Zhang Wubing complained to his mother that in addition to deciding the venue, he also had to choose a guest to fill in. Because he had to consider the companies behind the celebrities who expressed their intention to cooperate, as well as many other influencing factors, he was still so crazy that he was almost going bald.
"The Song family's youngest son was injured. I went to see him a few days ago. He was arguing with his brother, saying that he wanted to let the singer who had retired from the entertainment industry participate in your show. But for some reason, the Song family's youngest son actually wanted to call me mom. I was scared. Has he been working so hard to get resources for the company's artists?"
"But this shouldn't be the case. The Song family's youngest son has a notoriously bad temper, and he never cares about company affairs. He shouldn't be so concerned about this."
Mother Zhang thought for a moment and said, "I pretended not to hear it at the time because I didn't want to influence your judgment. Don't worry, no matter who you choose, with your father and I here, no one dares to do anything to you."
"The singing god who retired from the entertainment circle..."
Zhang Wubing touched his chin and remembered something: "Mom, wasn't that your idol when you were young? My dad was jealous of him."
Zhang's mother raised her head and said proudly, "That's right. Look at how I choose men. How can I tolerate a bad man?"
Zhang Wubing was amused and responded with a smile, praising his mother highly. His mother was overjoyed and felt that she was the happiest person in the world. Although her son had encountered ghosts since he was a child and made her worry and shed tears, he was a really good child.
"That's right, mom."
Before hanging up the phone, Zhang Wubing suddenly said quickly: "I love you, chirp."
Zhang's mother held the phone that had been hung up, and she remained there in a daze until the screen went black, still not coming to her senses.
The assistant came forward curiously, and Zhang's mother smiled and blinked quickly, forcing back the hot tears in her eyes, and scolded with a smile: "What are you talking about, kid?"
However, after hanging up the phone, Zhang Wubing knew that it was because he saw the tragic situation in Nanming Mountain that he mustered up the courage to express his love and affection to his mother so directly.
The relatives of those corpses will never hear a greeting from them again.
Nantian will never see his beloved grandma again.
When he saw them, Zhang Wubing deeply realized how lucky he was. His family and friends were all alive and well in this world, without separation from life and death, illness or aging.
There are many kinds of suffering in life, but only after seeing them, will we cherish life more, refuse to waste time, and not miss any opportunity to express our concern for our loved ones.
After Zhang Wubing hung up the phone, he laughed secretly for a long time and his face turned red.
Then he coughed to clear his throat and called Song Ci.
As soon as the young master came back, he was sent to a special ward. His brother was scared to death by his weak appearance that seemed like he would wither at any time, so he worked directly in his ward, not daring to miss a single glance.
In the end, the young master was still annoyed by the sound of his brother typing on the keyboard while talking on the phone, and he angrily scolded his brother for a long time.
Brother Song Ci: Q dish Q.
When Song Ci received the call from Zhang Wubing, he was still arguing with his brother. It was obvious that Zhang Wubing was in good health and was full of energy and vitality, and could kill a cow - what Song Ci thought was doubtful.
But his brother refused to let him leave the hospital, fearing that he would become too weak once he was discharged.
Song Ci, who had originally been in a very bad tone, his eyes lit up and his tone instantly improved when he heard Zhang Wubing mention the retired singing god.
"Have you decided to let him join the show as a replacement guest?"
Song Ci liked it crazily: "Zhang Dabing, this is the most correct decision you have ever made in your life. Believe me, if you don't choose him, you are a stupid fool."
Zhang Wubing: “……???”
Outrageous!
You've said everything you want to say and the road is blocked for me. What else can I say?
Do you really want to be a fool?
However, when Zhang Wubing was angrily asking the director team for a letter of intent to participate from the retired singer, and asked someone about the retired singer's situation, and searched his reputation on several online platforms, he suddenly felt that this was a really good choice.
The God of Songs was at the peak of his career, but he retired at the peak of his career, bowed at a concert attended by tens of thousands of people, and announced his retirement from the entertainment industry.
Since then, few people know about him, but people will always miss his golden age.
Even after him, many people imitated his style and image, wanting to replace him as the God of Songs.
Even the guest invited by the program team before, who entered the program at the same time as Lu Xingxing, although called the God of Songs, everyone knows that the "God of Songs" is just an imitation of the retired God of Songs who was deified because of his face and voice similar to the retired God of Songs.
Zhang Wubing read it for a long time and held a long meeting with the director team to discuss it. Finally, it was decided that the retired singing star would be the replacement guest for this episode.
"We have invited all the Li Guis, is there still a need for a Li Kui?"
Zhang Wubing said, "Since the Song family has sent him a letter of intent, and Song Ci has also strongly recommended him, he has the ability and popularity, and he was my mom's idol when she was young. So, I have no reason to reject him."
Yan Shixun didn't care who would fill the position or what their identity was.
Whether they are big or small stars in the entertainment industry, or how many fans they have, it has nothing to do with him.
He has his own world and life.
Outside the courtyard is the avenue of heaven and earth, while inside the courtyard, ghosts, gods and the king of hell gather together, getting along "harmoniously", enjoying a peaceful and long-lasting happiness.
When Zhang Wubing called, Yan Shixun's eyelashes trembled and he reached out from under the quilt to pick up the phone.
This time was actually not that late, as it was not yet Yan Shixun’s usual rest time.
But today is an exception.
Yan Shixun had never thought about being sick. It was too far away from him, and the memory of the last time he was sick was so long ago that it was vague.
But he didn't expect that this time he was not only sick, but also had a fever.
The indirect cause was Yeli.
Because the courtyard had an old-fashioned layout, each room did not have a separate shower room like they do now, but everyone shared one.
After Yan Shixun finished taking a shower, he realized that he had forgotten to bring the towel into the bathroom.
If it were in the past, he would just go out and get it himself.
But the problem is——
Ye Li was sitting in the living room outside the bathroom.
This made Yan Shixun hesitate for a long time, and he couldn't make up his mind to go out.
So he stood for a long time in the cold winter with water droplets gradually turning cold all over his body, and the wind squeezed in through the gaps in the window.
Yan Shixun successfully fell ill.
He lay in the quilt, and when he opened his eyes, it was already dusk outside the window, with the golden-red sunset casting a shadow over the yard.
Beauty makes people feel infinitely lonely.
In the quiet room, the only sounds were the sound from the phone and the cold air.
When people are sick, they always become inexplicably fragile and more likely to feel lonely.
Yan Shixun didn't know why. He had already gotten used to being alone after Li Chengyun left, but at this moment, he suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.
It seems that there should be Jing Xiaobao reciting in the yard, and Ye Li should be sitting next to him, and perhaps Lu Xingxing and Zhang Wubing should also be added.
Is it because you’re used to having Ye Li around?
Are you used to being able to see Yeli just by looking up?
Seems like a bad habit.
Yan Shixun thought drowsily, his eyelashes drooping uncontrollably. He pulled the quilt and wrapped himself more tightly.
At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.
Before Yan Shixun could respond, the door was pushed open.
Ye Li walked in with a tray in his hand.
He put the bowl of porridge and the hot towel aside, then silently chanted a spell to make his palms warmer, closer to the body temperature of a living person, before reaching out to test Yan Shixun's forehead.
Yan Shixun looked with half-opened eyes, and in return Ye Li smiled.
"Better?"
Ye Li was helpless and angry, but he couldn't bear to say anything harsh, so he could only say: "People are fragile. Next time you forget to take a towel when you take a shower, you can let me leave first and then you can come out to get it yourself. Why did you get yourself into this state?"
Yan Shixun pursed his lips and felt strange.
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