Chapter 3: The Human Heart That Cannot Be Faced Directly
Qing Yanrou quickly walked over to support the old Taoist priest and said, "This is the soul of the person who died unjustly I just met. I have promised to take him back to see his parents."
"The person who died in vain, has the body been found? Have you called the police?"
When the old Taoist heard about the unjust death, he paused fanning her with a palm-leaf fan. Seeing that she was carefully supporting him, he gently patted her supporting hand with the palm-leaf fan and scolded her with a smile: "Grandpa is not old enough to need your support."
Qing Yanrou helped the old Taoist priest to sit down in the rocking chair, and poured a bowl of mung bean soup that Xiao Yan brought from the kitchen to the old Taoist priest, then poured a bowl for herself. She took a small sip and made a slight sound of satisfaction.
He looked up and saw Fu Bing still standing in front of him, so he looked at Xiao Yan in confusion.
Xiaoyan was originally a cat demon. It was not easy to practice cultivation, and it was even more difficult for a small cat demon to cultivate and achieve enlightenment. In the end, he unfortunately died.
Because its mother is a cat demon with a hundred years of Taoist practice, and has some connection with the old Taoist priest, it came to Qing Yanrou for help.
At that time, she was studying how to make her paper figure more vivid. After obtaining the cat demon's consent, she tried to put its soul into the paper figure.
When Xiaoyan saw that his master finally looked at him, he hurriedly put his hands, which were wrinkled from accidentally getting them wet, in front of her and gestured to her.
Qing Yanrou looked at Fu Bing's wrinkled hands, shook her head and said helplessly: "I'll give you a new body later."
When Fu Bing heard the satisfactory answer, he withdrew his hand, walked briskly behind the old Taoist priest, and stood happily beside him.
Ning Jinghuai stared at the lifelike paper man with his eyes wide open. He floated to Xiaoyan and stared at it curiously.
Xiao Yan felt the approach of the Yin Qi and tilted her head to look at her master. Seeing that she was still concentrating on drinking the mung bean soup without any instructions, she turned around and tilted her head to stare at Ning Jinghuai.
When Ning Jinghuai first saw this dilapidated and crumbling Taoist temple, he couldn't believe that this was a Taoist temple that could have someone as capable as Qing Yanrou.
When he was in Beijing, he also accompanied his grandfather to the famous Baiyun Temple. Baiyun Temple not only covers a large area, but also has ancient and quaint buildings. There are endless tourists coming and going, and the temple is very popular.
This inkstone pavilion is indeed antique, but it is too old...
But when I saw this talisman soldier with a realistic appearance and agile movements like a real person, I once again sighed that as a human being, no, even as a ghost, one should not be too superficial and only look at the surface of things.
Qing Yanrou put down the mung bean soup she was holding, reached out to take the palm-leaf fan from the old Taoist priest, and while fanning him, she said to him obediently, "I've called the police. There's a murder case, and Chief Qin came in person. I'm going to the police station tomorrow to make a statement, and then I have to go to Beijing."
Originally, there was no rush to go to Beijing, but now because she had to deal with Ning Jinghuai's problem, she had to go there early. If all went well, she also wanted to rent a house near the school and bring her grandfather over.
"We're going to Beijing City so soon."
Seeing that the Taoist priest didn't know her plan, when he heard that she was going to Beijing after recording her confession, his expression was stunned, and his already gray eyebrows drooped instantly, and his disappointment was visibly evident.
Qing Yanrou sensed that the Taoist priest was in a low mood, so she stretched out her left hand to hold his arm, leaning her head against the crook of his hand as she coquettishly whispered, "I'm going to go get my things done first, then rent a house near the school. When I'm done, I'll come back and pick you up to live with me. Is that okay with you?"
Although the Taoist priest was reluctant to leave her, he was unwilling to do so when he heard that he also had to go to Beijing.
"You're going to school. Who would bring an old man to school? Even though the government gave me a bonus, my grandfather is old and can't earn any more money. Your tuition for the next four years depends on this money, so don't waste it!"
"Don't worry about the money. If you leave me alone at home and something happens to you, what should I do? Don't tell me that Xiaoyan is here and you can't make a new body for Xiaoyan without me. Besides, Xiaoyan is too stupid to take care of you. In order for me to go to school with peace of mind, you must go with me."
Seeing that the Taoist priest originally wanted to say that the ancestor was here, but how could a junior like him trouble the ancestor, he swallowed the words before he could say them.
Master Jianyi is over 80 years old. Although he looks stronger than ordinary old people due to his Tai Chi and Taoism, he is still old after all. He accidentally slipped not long ago and was hospitalized for a week. Fortunately, he exercises regularly and there is no major problem.
An old man of this age can't stand a fall.
Seeing that the old Taoist priest wanted to say something, Qing Yanrou let go of his arm and sat up straight. She placed the palm-leaf fan on the stone table and said quickly, "Okay, Grandpa, the doctor said you need to go to bed early. It's getting late. I'll take you back to your room."
"You girl." Seeing the Taoist priest pick up the palm-leaf fan she put down, he smiled and patted Qing Yanrou's slightly messy head with the fan, and returned to the room with her support.
She closed the long door to the dormitory and looked up to see the ghost and the demon still staring at each other in a daze. She couldn't help but hold her forehead and said, "If you like this body, I will make one for you later."
When Ning Jinghuai heard this, his eyes, which were already only white, suddenly widened even wider. If a timid person saw this, they would probably faint from fright.
He flew in front of her and asked anxiously, "Can I possess you too?"
Qing Yanrou turned and walked into the hall where the ancestor was enshrined. Yantai Temple not only enshrined the founding ancestor, but also the heads of all generations. In addition, there were more than a dozen spirit tablets at the lower left of the spirit tablets of the ancestor and the heads of all generations. They were for the senior brothers of Master Jianyi.
The Republic of China was a turbulent period with warlords separatist inside and imperialist aggression abroad. The Chinese nation was in national crisis at that time. All the disciples of Yantai Temple followed the leader down the mountain. Only the five-year-old Taoist Jianyi and his thirteen-year-old senior brother Lingyi stayed behind to guard the mountain gate.
When Jianyi was ten years old, Taoist Lingyi said he wanted to go down the mountain to find the headmaster and others. Jianyi cried and made a fuss but insisted on going with him.
Taoist Priest Ke Lingyi said that one person must be left behind to worship the ancestor, guard the mountain gate and lead them home.
Just like that, Taoist Priest Lingyi also left. There were more than twenty Taoist priests in Yantai Temple, but in the end, only Taoist Priest Jianyi and a room full of spirit tablets were left.
Qing Yanrou lit three incense sticks, bowed to the ancestor's spirit tablet, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and the smoke rose slowly.
She reached behind the ancestor's tablet, took out a stack of yellow paper and walked out, took the scissors from Xiaoyan's hand and began to cut a small paper figure. She cut Xiaoyan's appearance based on the image of a little Taoist priest in film and television dramas. It was quite simple and she finished it in a short while.
She pinched a finger gesture, put the newly cut talisman aside, reached out and pulled Xiao Yan's spirit out of the old talisman paper and placed it into the body of the new talisman.
After entering the new body, Xiaoyan adapted quickly. He stretched out his hands and looked left and right with great satisfaction. After stretching his body, he happily jumped around in the yard.
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