I really don't want to be a teacher

Then came the old lady's voice,

"...Old woman, you are saved, you are saved, you can stand up, stand up..."

There was another excited voice from the old man,

Immediately afterwards, there was a moment of silence in the room, as if the old lady had fallen silent.

"... What are you talking about, old man... Did the happy event go well today?"

"...What nonsense...Old woman, you are really saved...The young man who came here today is a real person, he has a real way of cultivation, a real real person, not a half-baked guy like my father, but a real real person...Old woman, you I can stand up..."

"...I can stand up again...I can stand up again..."

Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of silence, then a burst of distracted murmurs, and then a trembling voice,

"……Yep……"

……

Flipping through this heavy book, listening to the joyful voices coming from the room,

Lian Ge paused the action of turning the page, with a slight smile on his face,

Turning his eyes to the page in his hand again, and turning another page, the smile on Lian Ge's face gradually faded, and he continued to read.

……

"...Renren, I have already told my old lady, I am going to prepare yellow paper and ink for you, Zhenren."

The old man came out of the bedroom again, and hurriedly said to Lian Ge,

Looking at the content on the page, Lian Ge listened to the sound, paused his gaze again, raised his head, first glanced at the old man, then turned his gaze to the little white mouse with its forelimbs on its shoulders,

"Mr., you cooked dumplings before, are there still a few left in the pot?"

Looking at the old man, Lian Ge asked aloud,

"...Yes, yes... There is still some left... Are you hungry? If you want to eat, I will go and cook some more."

Hearing the words, the old man was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded,

"You don't need to cook any more, just heat those few and serve them over."

Lian Ge said something, then turned his gaze, looked at the book spread out in his hand, and flipped through it.

"... If the real person is in a hurry, then I will heat those few first, serve them up, and then cook some for the real person."

The old man said, hurriedly, and then walked towards the kitchen.

Lian Ge didn't look up, and didn't say much, just continued to flip through the heavy book in his hand.

……

"...Really, here..."

Not long after, the old man first came out of the kitchen, wiped his hands, walked to the door of the main room, took down the bag, took out the yellow paper in the bag,

He took the pen and ink from the side and put it on the table,

After grinding the ink, he hurriedly walked into the kitchen again, filled the hot dumplings, and brought them over.

"...There is only so much left. I just cooked some more. If there are not enough real people, I will fill it up later when it is cooked."

The old man was holding a steaming bowl with some dumplings in it and a pair of chopsticks on it. He walked carefully to the table and said to Lian Ge.

Lian Ge stretched out his hand and closed the open book. With a flick of his hand, the heavy book quietly disappeared in his hand.

"You don't need to give it to me. If it's convenient for the old man, just give me the white mouse on my shoulder. If it's not convenient, just find a place to put it down."

Lian Ge walked to the table, picked up the whole sheets of yellow paper, and with a flick of his hand, the yellow paper was neatly formed into long strips of talisman paper.

Picking up the brush again and dipping some ink, Lian Ge said aloud,

"...Convenient, convenient."

Hearing the sound, the old man responded quickly, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a dumpling from the bowl, and handed it to the little white mouse on Lian Ge's shoulder.

The little white mouse on the shoulder stood with its forelimbs, looked at the dumplings approaching, first stretched its head forward, sniffed, then shrank back,

Immediately afterwards, he poked his head out again and sniffed at the dumpling. In his eyes, there was a humanized entanglement.

The old man raised his hands and held the chopsticks, which held the dumpling. He didn't take back his hands, he was a little nervous, and looked at the little white mouse, his hands trembling slightly.

The little white mouse stood up on its forelimbs, raised its head, looked at the old man, stretched out its hand, held it, took the dumpling handed over, gnawed, and ate.

……

Lian Ge held the pen, using his mana, looked at the yellow paper on the table, and made a stroke.

A little bit of ink draws the pen and ink on the yellow paper with the tip of the pen, and a flash of light flows from the pen and ink,

The aura flowed with the pen and ink, and gradually outlined the Dao talisman seal on the talisman paper,

The spiritual light flowing on the talisman seal seems to be natural, and it is engraved on the talisman paper, and the talisman paper itself has also undergone some changes.

Picking up the pen, glanced at the talisman paper, Lian Ge took the pen again, dipped some ink,

Using his mana again, he drew brush strokes on another talisman paper, and drew another talisman seal that seemed similar.

Putting down the pen, Lian Ge looked at the two talisman papers again,

He raised his hand and brushed over the little white mouse who was eating dumplings on his shoulder.

There was more grief and indignation in the eyes of the little white mouse, and the movement of gnawing on the dumplings was much faster. There was no change in his body, but there were some more hairs of the little white mouse on Singer Lian.

"...Thank you... this spirit beast."

Seeing this, the old man seemed to understand why he gave the little white mouse dumplings, and said to the little white mouse gratefully.

The little white mouse turned its head, glanced at the old man, and stuffed the remaining dumplings in two mouthfuls, then stood up on its forelegs, looked at the old man,

Seeing this, the old man quickly grabbed a dumpling and handed it to the little white mouse.

……

Not caring about the little white mouse on his shoulder, Lian Ge divided the extra white hair in his hands into two clumps, and put them on two talisman papers.

And at this moment, the wind picked up outside the house,

"...Boom, boom..."

The suddenly whistling wind hit the closed main room door, penetrated through the gap of the main room door, drilled into the room, and brushed the two talisman papers on the table,

The edge of the talisman paper was rolled up, and it seemed to be pressed down by the two white hairs,

Ignoring the whistling wind, Lian Ge stretched out his hand, unhurriedly folded the two talisman papers on the table, wrapped around the white hair, and folded them up.

And outside, the wind blows harder and harder,

"...Really, what kind of talisman is this?"

Holding chopsticks and a dumpling between his hands, the old man handed it to the little white mouse. His clothes were disturbed by the wind blowing in through the gap in the door. He couldn't help turning his head and asked aloud,

"Let's call it Zhizifu."

Chapter 525

"...boom, boom..."

The wind outside the house roared more and more, crashing against the closed door of the main room, as if it was about to open the door of the main room,

The wind passing through the gap disturbs the skirts of the people in the house, and the incandescent lamps on the roof shake the shadows of the people in the house and startle the ripples in the dumpling bowl.

Lian Ge replied calmly, picked up the two simply folded talisman seals, turned around, and looked at the old man again,

"...Holding Talisman, Holding Talisman..."

When the old man heard the sound, he was a little dazed and couldn't help murmuring,

On Lian Ge's shoulder, the little white mouse looked at the dumpling held by chopsticks in the old man's hand not far in front of him. His forelimbs stood upright, and there was some resentment in his eyes.

"...I'm sorry, I'm sorry...this spirit beast."

The old man came back to his senses, and quickly handed a dumpling held in his chopsticks to the little white mouse.

"Put that bowl of dumplings aside."

Lian Ge took a look and said aloud,

"……well……"

Hearing the sound, the old man quickly put the bowl of dumplings on the table next to him, wiped his hands again, stood still, looked at Lian Ge, and then looked at the talisman paper in Lian Singer, feeling a little at a loss.

On Lian Ge's shoulder, the little white mouse's head turned with the bowl of dumplings, and the eyes became more resentful. It jumped off Lian Ge's shoulder and ran to the bowl on the table.

Lying on the side of the bowl, the little white mouse was a little bit sad and angry, fighting against the dumplings.

Glancing at the little white mouse scurrying onto the table, Lian Ge smiled slightly, then turned his gaze back to the old man,

"You take this talisman."

After handing the first drawn talisman paper to the old man, Lian Ge said in a calm tone,

Hearing the sound, the old man hurriedly put his hands on his body and wiped them again, and then held them with both hands, stretched them out, and proceeded carefully,

"Hold tight."

Lian Ge looked at the old man, let go of his hand, the talisman paper was held by the old man,

"...Boom, boom!"

At the same time, the wind outside the house suddenly became stronger. It seemed to be blowing and rolling up some debris, hitting the door of the main room. The door of the main room was shaking, expanding the gap between the doors from time to time.

The howling wind took advantage of the gap and kept rolling into the house,

The old man stretched out his two hands, holding the talisman paper,

While holding the talisman paper in his hand, he couldn't help being startled by the sudden sound of the door of the main room. Following Lian Ge's words, he quickly grabbed the talisman paper and withdrew his hand.

And the wind that penetrated through the enlarged gap also blows in at this time, disturbing the clothes of the people in the room.

Putting his hands on his chest, the old man tightly clenched the talisman paper,

"Real..."

The old man turned his head against the wind blowing in from the gap, looked at the constantly shaking door of the main room, and seemed to understand something.

Turning around, looking at Lian Ge again, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then stopped,

"Just hold the talisman in your hand tightly."

Smiling slightly, he turned his eyes to look at the little white mouse who was eating dumplings in grief and anger with his head stuffed in the bowl. Lian Ge turned his eyes to look at the old man again, and said in a calm tone,

"Come in."

He casually held the remaining piece of talisman paper, letting the wind through the gap outside the house tremble the talisman paper, the talisman paper was still firmly in his hand,

Lian Ge said something more, moved his feet, and walked towards the next room.

"...Eh, good, good..."

The old man held the piece of talisman tightly in front of his heart, quickly responded twice, and walked a few steps, first to the closed bedroom door,

Holding the talisman paper tightly with both hands, clutching it to his chest, the old man leaned sideways, pushed his body against him, and pushed open the closed bedroom door.

"...Hoo...boom!"

Although the old man's body was sideways, he couldn't help squinting his eyes and could barely open them.

At the same time as the door was opened, a gust of wind whizzed out from the bedroom, rolled down the side of the main room, and the sundries on the table made a muffled sound.

"...old lady, old lady..."

Barely opening his eyes, the old man faced the wind, pushed against the door, and walked into the bedroom.

"It's all right, old lady..."

The old man squatted down by the door, wanted to stretch out his hand, but stopped, put his hand in front of his heart, tightly clutching the talisman paper,

"...It's okay, I'm lying on the bed, what could happen. It's just that suddenly, I don't know why, there is such a strong wind outside the house..."

The old lady's voice followed,

Lian Ge walked to the door of this bedroom, looked into the room,