Chapter 33
"A scream?" Chi Bai retracted his fingers slightly, glanced at the little ghost curled up in pain, and shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't hear it. Did you hear it wrongly?"
The nurse's brows were furrowed tightly.
Did I really hear it wrong?
But twice in a row, the shrill screams seemed to come from this ward.
The nurse looked at the four people again. Some of them had thick eyebrows and big eyes, some were handsome, and some looked sick and spoke weakly. Except for the one in black who looked a little weird with a thin half mask on as if he was playing cosplay... None of them looked like the kind of jerk who liked to play tricks on others.
It seems that it is indeed her problem.
The nurse convinced herself mentally, apologized to the four people, and closed the door behind her before leaving. However, she didn't leave immediately. Instead, she stayed at the door for a while, making sure that the terrifying and strange screams hadn't reappeared before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Little did they know that the four people in the ward pricked up their ears and looked at each other as they listened to the footsteps gradually moving away.
Ah Qiu looked at Chi Bai complainingly: "I told you to remember to use the mute button when doing this kind of thing."
This is not a special department. When screams were heard from the special department, the other police officers in Yancheng Police Station got used to it after being scared a few times, but it was different outside.
If you scare someone, you have to pay compensation, and medical expenses and mental damages are not cheap.
Where does their department get so much money?
After being taught a lesson, Chi Bai knew that it was his own fault, but he did not refute it. However, he was very angry. When he took out the mute notes, he took out several of them in a row and slapped them all on the little ghost.
Aqiu: “…”
Chi Bai glanced at him: "I posted it."
Then he raised his chin and asked with a stern look on his face, "I'll give you another chance. Will you tell me or not? If you don't, I'll burn you to ashes. Anyway, it doesn't matter if you die at my hands or at Han Yu's."
After a pause, he added sinisterly, "However, dying at Han Yu's hands would probably be more painful. I don't know how he would torture you."
The little ghost was burned twice and his whole body was twitching in pain. When he heard Chi Bai's words, he was so scared that he bit his lips.
Its owner has never been an easy person to get along with. If he knew that it was caught by Xue Cang's people, Han Yu would not let it go even if it didn't tell any secrets.
Because in Han Yu's view, being caught means its incompetence, and there is no need for an incompetent little ghost to live.
It clung tightly to the bedpost, a few tears of pain and fear streaming from its scarlet eyes, and its mouth moved.
Seeing it like this, Chi Bai got angry and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Can't you speak louder?"
Rong Jing poked his arm and politely reminded him, "You muted it."
Chi Bai: “…”
Grass.
He angrily pulled off the mute note, and the trembling voice of the little ghost reached his ears: "I really don't know why Han Yu wanted to kill Liuyun and the audience. He is my fosterer and would never tell me such a thing..."
Chi Bai raised his hand, and the yellow talisman paper flashed across the little ghost's sight, full of threats. It quickly sped up its speech: "But I know how Han Yu massacred Liuyun Temple."
"Tell me about it."
"Han Yu has an evil ghost in his care. That ghost was given to him by his master. From the beginning, it has been feeding on humans and ghosts. It is very powerful. Moreover..." It licked its lips and lowered its voice, "It seems that the evil ghost was also a Taoist priest in his lifetime."
Taoist priest?
Ah Qiu was curious about these two words and couldn't help asking, "Why do you think so?"
The little ghost continued to explain, "Ordinary little ghosts and evil spirits don't have any special methods to deal with humans. They rely purely on brute force and resentment. But that evil spirit knows everything a Taoist priest knows. The master of Liuyun Temple died in a battle with it."
Hearing it say this, Xue Cang thought of the long nails embedded in his master's body when he saw his master's corpse.
It turned out that the long nail was not made by Han Yu.
Xue Cang lowered his eyes and said nothing. The little ghost looked at him tremblingly, then looked at Chi Bai. After hearing "Think about what else you can explain and explain it quickly", he could only continue in a low voice: "After Han Yu chased him away-"
It pointed at Xue Cang lying on the hospital bed and said, "That evil ghost stayed at Liuyun Temple. So, if nothing unexpected happens, all the corpses at Liuyun Temple have already gone into its stomach."
No wonder.
A Qiu thought to himself, no wonder he rushed to Liuyun Temple but saw nothing.
only--
He turned his head to look at Xue Cang. The veins on the young man's forehead were throbbing, and his nails dug into his palms, leaving bloody marks.
This was indeed too cruel for Xue Cang.
"Since Han Yu has such a powerful helper, why didn't he show up when he confronted me last night?" Rong Jing asked in confusion, holding his chin with both hands.
According to the little ghost, the Taoist evil ghost was so powerful that if they had fought last night, the outcome would probably not have been easy to determine.
Han Yu didn't have to use the replacement symbol to leave in such an embarrassing way.
"Because the evil ghost is busy digesting the corpse of Liuyun Temple and can't help him."
"One last question," Chi Bai raised his finger and raised his lip, "Which Taoist temple or sect is Han Yu from?"
The little ghost didn't dare to hide anything and said in a low voice, "Xuantian Temple."
As soon as these three words came out, Rong Jing was stunned for a moment, then he jumped up from his chair, his dark eyes widened, his fair face flushed with anger, and he cursed angrily: "Bullshit!"
He glared at the little ghost in fury, "We don't have this kind of trash in Xuantian Temple! From the abbot to the little Taoist priests sweeping the floor, everyone in Xuantian Temple is good! Even the rats in the temple are polite and would never steal incense, oil, or offerings!"
Chi Bai's attention was drawn to Rong Jing's attention. He was quite surprised: "Are the rats in your Taoist temple so obedient? How did you teach them?"
Just as he finished speaking, he was kicked hard in the calf. The pain brought Chi Bai back to his senses and he quickly changed his words: "No, I mean, why is it Xuantian Temple?"
Chi Bai had heard about the existence of Xuantian Temple from Duan Yunshuang, but like Duan Yunshuang, he was unfamiliar with "Xuantian Temple". He thought it was just a shabby Taoist temple hidden in a corner of the mountains, but he never expected that one day he would hear it again from the mouth of this little ghost.
He looked at the furious Rong Jing, then at the stunned Xue Cang, and felt as if a bucket of dog blood had been poured on his head. He simply kicked the little ghost and said, "Speak clearly, which Xuantian Temple are you talking about? China is so big, it's not impossible that there are Taoist temples with the same name."
The little ghost seemed to understand something as he quickly shrank his head and explained, "The Xuantian Temple I'm talking about is in Yingzi Mountain in Fan Province. It was originally a shabby Taoist temple, empty and no one has lived there for a long time."
Chi Bai and A Qiu noticed that Rong Jing's expression became uglier with every word the little ghost said.
But the little ghost didn't notice, still racking his brains to tell the information he knew in order to save his life: "After Han Yu's master arrived at Yingzi Mountain, the master thought it was a good place with unique natural conditions, so he took a group of disciples to occupy the Taoist temple and continued to use the name 'Xuantian Temple'. He also said that the word 'Xuantian' was a good name and would surely bless their master's prosperity."
Bang!
A loud noise was heard, and Chi Bai, A Qiu and Xue Cang turned their heads at the same time, and saw that the small table in front of Rong Jing was shattered into pieces under his palm.
Chi Bai: “…”
Aqiu: “…”
Xue Cang: "..."
The nurse who pushed the door open: "..."
This time there was a real sound, she was definitely not mistaken.
After Chi Bai repeatedly assured her that he would compensate the damaged items at their original price, he finally sent the nurse away. He closed the door, looked back at the powder, and then at Rong Jing's hands. He was certain that Rong Jing had no talisman paper on him when he made the move.
In other words, he was born with such great strength.
This is too fierce.
I've seen things that can break a table, but I've never seen anything that can turn it into powder.
He ordered Ah Qiu to find a broom to clean up the dust, and then asked Rong Jing, "Then the Xuantian Temple in Yingzi Mountain is your master's sect?"
Rong Jing drooped his brows and hummed.
Hearing his affirmative reply, Chi Bai was keenly aware of the inconsistency.
The little ghost said that the original Xuantian Temple was no longer inhabited, but Rong Jing didn't seem to think so. Before that, he had emphasized that everyone in their Xuantian Temple was good, from humans to mice.
He frowned and asked, "Did your sect move?"
Rong Jing: “…I don’t know.”
Chi Bai: “?”
If the little zombie had a tail, Rong Jing's tail would be dragging on the ground at this moment. His eyebrows drooped, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. It took a long time before he heard his low voice reach his ears: "I left Yingzi Mountain a long time ago and have no contact with Yingzi Mountain."
He scratched his hair irritably, his heart tangled like countless threads. He exhaled lightly, looked at the three people in front of him, picked up his backpack, and whispered, "I want to go home first."
Chi Bai and A Qiu exchanged a glance. The former wasn't very good at comforting others. Seeing Rong Jing walk to the door, he managed to utter, "Do you want us to take you home?"
Rong Jing shook his head: "Let's talk about Liuyun Temple first."
His back gradually disappeared from the sight of the three people in the ward. Chi Bai withdrew his gaze and said thoughtfully, "The child seems to be stimulated."
…
Rong Jing didn't call for a driver to pick her up, nor did she take a taxi. She just walked slowly along the road with her bag on her back.
All he could think about was the little ghost's words, "Xuantian Temple is located in Yingzi Mountain in Fan Province. It was a shabby Taoist temple, empty and no one had lived there for a long time." How could it be uninhabited?
When he and Grandpa Taixu left the Taoist temple, everything was obviously fine. Everyone was reluctant to let him go, wiping their tears and coaxing him, "Little Mirror, please don't miss us too much. If you want to eat anything outside, just ask your Grandpa Taixu for money. Your Grandpa Taixu is very rich, so don't save money for him. When you are coming back, send a message in advance, and the uncles will prepare a big meal for you to welcome you home."
Rong Jing rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked around.
He didn't know where he had just gone, but it seemed that he had walked to the entrance of a park. He chose an empty bench and sat down, taking out the tortoise shell and copper coins from his bag.
Rong Jing thought of the divination he had made about Grandpa Taixu when he woke up from the coffin. The divination showed that the time had not yet come and he had to bide his time.
So what about everyone else?
Rong Jing shook the tortoise shell again and again, checking the hexagram again and again.
What is surprising is that Rong Jing divined eight times, and each time the hexagram was the same:
Li is on top, Dui is on the bottom, Li represents fire, Dui represents marsh, the sixth and fifth line.
This hexagram means that as long as everyone works together, they can overcome any difficulties and turn danger into safety.
Rong Jing stared at the hexagram for a long time, and felt that his pounding heart seemed to be soothed and gradually returned to its original track.
The hexagram indicates a slight auspiciousness. Everyone in Xuantian Temple has always been a family. It is not difficult for them to work together, so they will definitely be fine.
Rong Jing believed that the ancestor would not lie to him.
He bent down and carefully put away the tortoise and the copper coins. When he stood up, a gentle breeze brushed his cheek. He looked up at the sky as if he had noticed something. Large pieces of magnolia petals floated down from the tree above his head, and he was covered with petals.
Rong Jing sneezed and muttered, "What a nice smell."
But I was still grateful for the comfort from the ancestor, and I picked the petals from my clothes and stuffed them into my backpack.
He took out his cell phone and called Xie Changshi, who told him to stay where he was and wait for him to pick him up. Rong Jing said "oh" and then asked in a long voice, "Xie Changshi, did you pass by a dessert shop on your way here? I want to eat some cake."
Xie Changshi glanced down at his phone. Although Rong Jing's voice and emotional fluctuations on the phone seemed to be the same as usual, he was still keenly aware that something was wrong, so he deliberately lowered his tone: "I'm passing by, and I'm passing by a milk tea shop. Do you want some milk tea?"
Rong Jing's eyes lit up slightly: "Then I want two cups, one milk tea and one fruit tea, with extra pearls."
"Okay, don't go too far, I'll be right there."
Rong Jing nodded in response.
After the call was disconnected, Xie Changshi pushed back his chair, picked up his suit jacket, and walked out. As he pushed the door open and walked out, he happened to run into Lu Yunji, who was walking towards him. Seeing the man's hurried steps, Lu Yunji raised his eyebrows slightly: "Where are you going? It's so late and you're leaving early?"
"Take Rong Jing." Xie Changshi passed by him and walked into the elevator.
"That's perfect. You can give this thing to Rong Jing." Lu Yunji raised his hand, and Xie Changshi realized that he was holding a bag that looked very high-end.
"What?"
"Didn't Zhang Chengan stand me up last time? His wife brought back some chocolates from her business trip abroad, saying it was an apology for me." Lu Yunji stuffed the bag into Xie Changshi's hand. "It's too sweet. I don't like it. Why don't you give it to Rong Jing? He's sure to like it."
Xie Changshi didn't refuse. He lowered his eyes, smoothed his pockets, nodded to Lu Yunji, and said, "Thank you."
You’re welcome.
Lu Yunji put one hand in his pocket, waved the other, and went into the secretary's office next door to chat and drink tea openly.
…
The time spent waiting for Xie Changshi to pick him up was really boring. Rong Jing looked into the park and happened to see a passerby who said "free", so Rong Jing got up without hesitation and took a walk inside. When he was a little tired, he found a chair to sit down. After a while, some stray cats approached quietly, stuck to his feet, and meowed.
Rong Jing touched it twice.
"You can't just touch them without giving them food, they will pester you." A voice sounded from above Rong Jing's head. He subconsciously looked up and saw a young face.
The young man looked to be in his twenties, with beautiful short pink hair and diamond earrings that sparkled brightly in the sunlight.
With a click.
The young man sat down next to Rong Jing, bent down and picked up an orange cat that was rubbing against his legs, and then skillfully took out two cat strips from his shirt pocket, gave one to Rong Jing, and opened the other one himself, coaxing the orange cat to eat it.
Rong Jing watched the kitten licking the cat food and became interested. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Do you come here often to feed them?"
The young man hummed lazily.
Rong Jing praised him: "You are such a nice person."
The young man didn't expect to hear such a sudden statement. His hand holding the cat paused slightly, and he took another look at the boy's fair and beautiful face. Rong Jing was completely immersed in the joy of feeding the cat, and her eyes were like stars, shining.
He smiled, then quickly stopped smiling. After a while, he said in a rather casual tone, "It's not that I'm a good person, it's just that I found that we share the same suffering, so I felt kind-hearted."
"That means people are good, people with good hearts are good."
As Rong Jing spoke, he took out a wet tissue to wipe his and the young man's fingers that were stained with the smell of cat strips.
He obviously wanted to say something else to the young man, but Xie Changshi called, so Rong Jing put the white cat on his lap and said with a smile, "My family is here to pick me up. I'll be leaving now. See you next time."
The young man held his chin and waved at him, but his mind was wandering, thinking, will I ever see the person I meet on the street again next time?
As Rong Jing ran out of the park gate, backpack on his back, he saw the black Cullinan parked nearby and the man standing next to it, looking over. He rushed over without a care in the world, slamming headfirst into Xie Changshi's arms. Then, raising his dark eyes, he said, "I smell something."
Xie Changshi observed him calmly and laughed, "Are you a puppy? Your nose is so sharp?"
"I'm not a puppy, I'm a little zombie." Rong Jing stuffed her bag into his arms and got into the car impatiently. Inside the car, the sweet aroma of the cake became even stronger, tempting Rong Jing to eat more.
Xie Changshi put his bag aside, took a small cake from the car seat and placed it in front of him: "We're out of mango mousse, but the dessert shop has a new one. The lady boss said you'd definitely like it. Try it."
After opening the cake box, Rong Jing scooped out a big spoonful, but did not take the first bite for herself. Instead, she handed it to Xie Changshi.
The man lowered his eyes to look at the soft cream. After a few seconds of silence, he finally lowered his head and held the spoon in his mouth.
Rong Jing asked him curiously, "Is it delicious?"
The cream from this restaurant is not too sweet, and it is not difficult to eat a bite, so Xie Changshi rarely said "It tastes good", which made Rong Jing smile.
After finishing a small cake in a few bites, the boy bit the straw and told Xie Changshi everything that happened in the hospital today.
He said, "I was very scared at first, but after reading the fortune-telling, the signs were good, so I'm not so worried anymore."
After Xie Changshi found Rong Jing in Tingyang, he met Taoist Taixu several times. The first time he saw him, he pinched his fingers twice and muttered, "What a fate!" He then allowed Rong Jing to interact with him. Taoist Taixu would occasionally appear later, and he would mention the several Taoist masters of Xuantian Temple over dinner.
It can be heard between the lines that everyone in Xuantian Temple has real skills and is definitely not an ordinary person.
Xie Changshi thought so too. Most people would not keep a little zombie in a Taoist temple.
He reached out and gently touched the boy's head, reassuring him, "There's really no need to worry. Your teachers each have their own unique skills, and avoiding risks is easy for them."
Although Rong Jing is always praised by Taoist Taixu for his excellent talent, he is still young after all. In terms of experience and Taoism, he is definitely stronger than the older guys.
If he can calculate the hexagrams, the old Taoists can definitely do it too.
Rong Jing thought that this was indeed the case, so he nodded obediently: "When the Grand Master thinks the time is right, I will go find them."
"Well, I'll go with you."
"Xie Changshi, you are such a nice person." Rong Jing was quite moved and gave out a good guy card.
Xie Changshi sighed softly.
We have known each other for thirteen years and have been together for one year. I don’t know how many nice guy cards I have received.
…
It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when Rong Jing returned to Yunjiang Bay. She sat cross-legged on the sofa and opened the chocolates that Lu Yunji had given her.
The chocolates were made into many cute animal shapes, including rabbits, cats, puppies, etc. Rong Jing bit off the bunny's head with a crunch, and the rich aroma of chocolate instantly filled his mouth. He squinted his eyes in enjoyment.
It’s really delicious.
Snap, snap, snap.
The bathroom door was knocked roughly. Xie Changshi turned his head and the water gushing from the shower flowed along his hair onto the floor tiles. He raised his hand and pressed the switch, pulled the bath towel to wipe the water droplets off his body, casually put on a bathrobe, and then pushed open the door.
Bang.
Fish Fire Turbulence
The black shadow fell into his arms without warning.
The man was caught off guard and couldn't help but lower his eyes, only to meet a pair of hazy and watery eyes.
Rong Jing put his arms around Xie Changshi's waist, leaned in to sniff him, and murmured softly, "Xie Changshi, you smell so good."
Xie Changshi raised his eyebrows slightly, lifted the boy's chin with his fingers, looked at him again, and asked in a positive tone, "Did you drink secretly?"
"We little zombies don't drink alcohol, we drink pomegranate juice."
——He still remembered what Xie Changshi said at the barbecue stall.
It was rare for Xie Changshi to see him remember his words so clearly. He just curled his thin lips, but found that Rong Jing seemed to feel uncomfortable with the posture of raising his head. After struggling for a few times, he easily moved his chin away from his palm.
Then, Rong Jing came close again, rubbing her cheek against the silk robe, easily tearing open most of the collar of the robe, and then, with a plop, bit his collarbone.
What a pomegranate juice.
Xie Changshi hissed softly and pulled the man away by the back of his collar, but Rong Jing refused to let go and bumped into him again with two thuds.
With his lips hot from drinking, he pressed them against her collarbone and subconsciously licked it with the tip of his tongue.
In an instant, the hand holding Rong Jing's waist tightened. Xie Changshi lowered his eyes to hide the gloom in his eyes. He closed his eyes and called out with a slightly unstable breath, "Rong Jing."
Rong Jing raised her wet eyes, feeling a little aggrieved and a little pitiful: "You are so fierce."
Xie Changshi: “…”
I was taken advantage of by a drunk little zombie and was accused of being so mean.
Xie Changshi laughed in anger and threatened him, "Not only am I fierce, I also like to eat zombies, especially young and good-looking zombies like you."
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