The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

The little Taoist left, the sun went down, and the night slowly engulfed the small courtyard.

Ning Xingruan, who was sitting quietly under the porch, got up, walked into the room and turned on all the lights, then lay down on the bed in the master bedroom, got into the quilt, hugged another pillow in his arms, and tightened his arms.

Two months later, the sandalwood smell that once lingered in this room gradually dissipated, and now it is no longer possible to smell the familiar smell from the quilt and pillow.

Curled up into a ball, Ning Xingruan let the tears from the corners of his eyes wet the pillow drop by drop, a hoarse sound came out of his throat, he couldn't even cry out loud.

I don't know when he fell into a deep sleep. The next morning, he mechanically got up, washed, and ate while the alarm sounded like every day.

After dinner, he still sat on the porch, squinting and watching the sunlight fill the house inch by inch.

Near noon, there was a knock on the courtyard door. After opening the door, there were two people standing outside the door, an old Taoist priest wearing old Taoist robes with long beard and long hair, and a young Taoist priest who had changed into Taoist robes and leaned on crutches.

Ning Xingruan lowered her eyes and let the person into the courtyard.

After entering, the old Taoist bent down first without saying a word, and bowed deeply to Ning Xingruan.

Ning Xingruan didn't move, just looked at him blankly.

The old Taoist shook his head slightly and sighed, sat on the ground, raised his head and smiled and said to him: "Although it is not the first time we meet, I still need to introduce myself to you. The poor Taoist Chu Yi is the third generation of Yu Family Taoism No. 90 successor."

Ning Xingruan finally reacted when he heard the word Yu's family. He looked at the old Taoist priest and opened his mouth, unable to speak, and didn't know what he wanted to say.

The old Taoist waved his hand: "What you want to know, I will explain it to you one by one today."

"You may be a little puzzled. Why, as a traditional heir of the Yu family, my surname is Chu but not Yu. This matter has something to do with an ancestor hundreds of years ago."

The old Taoist sighed softly, his expression became a little complicated, like regret and mockery, and finally turned into depression.

The Yu family used to be a prestigious lineage in Taoism, until it was passed on to No.60's four generations of successors, it flourished to the extreme and then turned from prosperity to decline.At that time, it was a troubled time, and there were many evil creatures in the troubled times. As a member of the Taoist family, the Yu family naturally took on the heavy responsibility and went out to defend the way.

However, luck was over, and the road that used to be smooth was suddenly covered with thorns. In just a few years, more than half of the members of the Yu clan were killed or injured. The patriarch immediately decided to close the door and retreat, but he couldn't stop this irreversible decline.

Just when everyone was ready to destroy the family, the patriarch's daughter-in-law was pregnant in October and gave birth.

"In Xuanmen, there is a kind of destiny of geniuses. People with this kind of destiny can understand Taoism and art at a speed that is different from that of ordinary people. This kind of destiny is called innate Taoism."

The weather in September was still a bit hot, but with the sun on his shoulders, Ning Xingruan suddenly felt cold to the bone, so cold that he couldn't help but shiver slightly.

The old Taoist expression sighed, and continued with a deep sigh: "He was born with the bones of the Tao.

However, flesh and blood are good materials for making talismans, bones are good materials for refining magical weapons, and even spirits are good materials for forming formations.

So, the baby was taken away by the patriarch and raised in a small ancestral hall specially built for him.

The natural Tao bone is not only liked by people in the Taoist school, but also has a fatal attraction to evil things, but the small ancestral hall can isolate his breath, so as not to be found by evil things.

However, maybe it would be better to be found by evil things?Speaking of this, the old Taoist had a wry smile on his face. The baby was raised in the ancestral hall like this, and grew up day by day. Book, still learned most of the Taoism of the Yu family.

When he was eight years old, his flesh and blood began to be cut, allowing the Yu family, who had no way out, to temporarily preserve the last inheritance.

However, the patriarch at the time couldn't accept such a result. He took over the Yu clan when it was at its most prosperous, but watched it become like this in his own hands, making the Yu clan grow again became his only obsession.

As a result, the scars on the eight-year-old child's body increased day by day, and the flesh and blood that had been cut away increased time and time again. Every brick and every crack in the ancestral hall was soaked with the child's blood.

It's a pity that destiny is hard to break, and flesh and blood are not enough to save the Yu clan, so the patriarch went to extremes, and he wanted to use this child to set up a big battle to change the fate against the sky, but it was still the fate of the clan.

Flesh, flesh, and soul, all sacrificed, can continue the life of the Yu family.

Everything was ready, the child was pierced with a lute bone and locked in the ancestral hall. Outside the ancestral hall stood his own grandfather and his blood-linked clansmen.

They waited for him to shed the last drop of blood, then they could go in and extract his soul and refine his bones to survive this calamity.

However, they missed it. How could they not rebel if they were treated like this? He just waited for the last opportunity, and when they thought they saw hope, he shattered this hope in front of their eyes.

"He plucked out his chest and ribs with his own hands, and chopped off his soul with his own hands. Under the counterattack of Taoism, the Yu family, who could still survive, was destroyed immediately. Except for a few old things, all the members of the Yu family died." The old Taoist laughed a few times, gloating in his tone.

"Since then, the Yu family has disappeared, but there is still a glimmer of life in the way of heaven, and it is ours. Our ancestors expelled themselves because of their lack of talent in Taoism, and because of their anger, they let their sons follow their wives' surnames to avoid them. Get over it."

"At that time, the patriarch dragged his last breath to find our ancestors, handed down all the classics of the Yu family, and asked the ancestors to have no Yu family from then on. So from generation to generation, we only follow the surname of the son and the wife. Traditionally, the surnames of hundreds of families have been used many times, but the word Yu has never been used again."

Ning Xingruan had already slumped down on the chair, clenching his teeth, the pain in his heart made him unable to react, he could only glared at the two of them, he knew that these things had nothing to do with the two of them, not even their ancestors. However, they were still extremely angry and wanted to drive them out of the house.

Those records, just a few words, are the thousands of knives that fell on Yu Su's body, and they are also the tens of thousands of knives that are piercing his heart now.

There were bursts of blackness in front of his eyes, and Ning Xingruan had to tilt his head slightly to breathe heavily to relieve the pain that almost made him suffocate.

Tears crawled all over his cheeks, he opened his mouth, but he could only utter a shrill but weak cry.

The little Taoist looked at him like this, his face full of anxiety, and he couldn't help calling the old Taoist Grandpa.

The old Taoist took out a stone from his bosom and shook it under Ning Xingruan's nose a few times. The spicy taste rushed into his nostrils, and the stuffed breath in his chest dissipated little by little. Only then did Ning Xingruan take a deep breath and slowly calm down. own emotions.

"Speaking of this, I didn't intend to make you feel uncomfortable, but to let you know that the Yu family owed their uncle a debt. Who can say that the failed ceremony is true if our branch can be passed down to the present?" We failed, or did we leave us with a glimmer of life?" The old Taoist sighed, "So, there is a definite number in the dark, we owed him hundreds of years ago, and now it's time to pay it back. "

"What, mean?" Ning Xingruan squeezed out four words from his throat.

The old Taoist smiled: "It means that if you change your fate against the sky, you will be condemned by the heavens and your body will be destroyed. However, if you use the inheritance of the same line to suppress the formation, there is still a chance of survival."

"It's just that my uncle didn't dare to violate the arrangement, so Pindao made some preparations. I learned yesterday that you haven't lost your memory. Pindao thinks it's better to tell you about these things."

Ning Xingruan's lips moved, tears poured down again.

The little Taoist told him a year or two, but he didn't believe it. If it was really only a year or two, and he could afford to wait, how could Yu Su light those incenses.He waited here day after day, just to numb himself, deceiving himself time and time again that Yu Su would come back.

However, one thing he didn't dare to think about but still understood was that Yu Su couldn't come back.

He didn't know how long he could live, but he had to live anyway. Only at this point did he realize that it was Yu Su who bought his life, and he couldn't easily ruin it.

Now, the old Taoist said, that person still has a chance to come back, how could Ning Xingruan bear it.

He laughed while weeping, heartily and brightly, and the dead silence and numbness in his eyes completely dissipated.

"When will he come back?" Ning Xingruan asked eagerly.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "About a year or two, maybe."

"Okay, I'll wait for him." Ning Xingruan looked out the door with a gentle expression.

At this time, the little Taoist priest standing aside suddenly yelled strangely: "Our lineage is cut off, isn't it, isn't it me, I want to be single for the rest of my life? Or no, infertility?"

The old Taoist kicked him: "False words! The inheritance of Taoism is cut off. The Yu family died that day because the whole family entered Taoism. Look at you now. Even if there is no uncle, the inheritance of our line It has to be broken too."

The little Taoist patted his chest, and said happily, "It's okay...it's okay, it's a good thing I'm just a half-bottle, and I haven't learned anything from you."

The old Taoist was angry and laughed, but in the end he could only laugh out loud. Now Ning Xingruan was full of hopeful joy in his heart. Seeing that everything could give birth to joy, he also laughed.

The little Taoist looked at him and scratched his head: "You, you are laughing. I was scared to death a few days ago. I was really afraid of seeing you again, but I saw... so what, everything is fine now gone."

Ning Xingruan had a gentle expression, and bowed to thank them: "Thank you."

The grandpa and grandson have put a lot of thought into him, returning from the small seaside town, going to the hospital, and arranging them in this house, every step of the way has gone to great lengths, how could he not be grateful.

In the past, he had long been in despair, and nothing could get into his heart. Now that he is awake, he naturally understands their painstaking efforts.

The old Taoist stood sideways and did not accept his gift, and said with a smile: "My uncle gave me instructions before leaving, and the poor Taoist dare not take credit for it."

Thinking of Yu Su, Ning Xingruan felt warm in his heart and smiled again.

He looked at the little Taoist's legs, with questioning eyes, the little Taoist said nonchalantly: "My grandfather beat it, stealing is not a good habit, you should hit it."

Hearing this, Ning Xingruan felt a little sorry. It wasn't for him, and the little Taoist wouldn't steal things.

"It's nothing to do with you. I'm just like this. It's not the first time I remember to eat but not to fight." The little Taoist said with a smile. He had no respect for these things since he was a child. It is common for grandpa to add a few "improvement" to the amulet made by him, and it is common for him to be beaten.

Ning Xingruan didn't struggle anymore.

Saying goodbye to his grandpa and grandson, he returned to the yard and looked at everything familiar in the yard. He no longer felt the coldness of the past few months and the despair of being in the abyss. This is his and Yu Su's home. Just guard their home and wait for Yu Su to come back.

Ning Xingruan cheered up, no longer sticking to the yard every day, he would go out occasionally, to the lakeside they had been to, the streets and alleys they walked through.

Walking alone on the road and sitting by the lake, he would still be lonely and a little sad, but the next second, as long as he thought that he could walk these roads with Yu Su countless times in the future, he would be happy again.

He goes to Songyang Temple every week, young Taoist priests and old Taoist priests are there, and now Songyang Temple has been cleaned up. Although there is no obvious change, he can feel that it is different from the first time he came.

He knelt in front of the statue in the main hall again and again, touching his forehead to the ground piously, silently chanting Yu Su's name over and over again, hoping that Yu Su could go home soon.

Ning Xingruan found another job. He knew that Yu Su didn't let him be a ghost couple with him because he didn't want him to experience the loneliness of being abandoned by the world, so he had to go to work and make new friends just like ordinary people. Friends, do not disconnect from the world.

He was afraid that he would not be able to go out to work, and when Yu Su came back, he would no longer be what Yu Su wanted to see.

Day after day, Ning Xingruan held this hope, went to and from get off work, went to Songyang Temple to offer incense, chatted nonsense with friends, and asked Ning Xinglei to play games with the little Taoist priest.

He will also send gifts to his uncle's family on holidays. He has been saving money from work, and now he can repay them.

However, no matter it was the Mid-Autumn Festival or the Spring Festival, his uncle urged him to go home and have a look, but he refused again and again.He couldn't leave his and Yu Su's home for a long time.

Ning Xingruan was afraid that if she left, what would happen if Yu Su didn't see him when she came back.

One Spring Festival passes, and another Spring Festival passes.

Ning Xingruan waited and waited, he sat alone in the cold courtyard, looked up at the moon on the Lantern Festival, and muttered something.

"Mr. Yu, why haven't you come back to see me?"

Can't find your way home?

Ning Xingruan pursed her lips, trying to suppress the enthusiasm in her eyes.

It's not auspicious to cry on such a festival.

That night, he was lying on the bed, and in his sleep he seemed to hear the window being blown by the wind and making a clanging sound, and the familiar yet unfamiliar sandalwood fragrance invaded his dream, Ning Xingruan slowly showed a smile on his face.