Buried fire

The morning meeting started shortly after. All the teachers sat cross-legged on the cushions in the front hall, their backs straightened, listening to what the master on the high platform in front of them said in a calm tone, and the whole front hall was filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere atmosphere.

Only Lu Huanyi squatted at the back and combed Yin Zhu's hair with the small comb that he brought along from his senior sister.

When Lu Huanyi was tying it, he was afraid that the hair tie would slip off, and it was a little tight. Now, when he untied it, he encountered difficulty. He couldn't pull it off directly, because Yin Zhu was already a little angry, so I pulled it off for him again. With a lock of hair down, Uncle Yin can leave with a flick of his tail.

"Do you want scissors?" A brother next to him came over.

"Yes!" Lu Huanyi quickly responded, "Thank you!"

"It's okay," the senior brother took out the scissors from his pocket and handed them over, "You can use them, remember to return them to me, I'll use them to cut window grilles later."

"It's your turn to cut this year?" Lu Huanyi took the scissors and laughed.

"Yeah, yeah," the senior brother was crying, seeing the master looking this way, he quickly lowered his voice, and continued, "The master also asked us to cut him the most beautiful one, and he didn't want it if he wasn't pretty."

"What year does he not want the most beautiful one?" Lu Huanyi grinningly cut off the hair band, and there were a few hairs that were cut off together. He glanced at Yin Zhu, and found that the other party didn't care about it. He rubbed it into a ball and threw it away, then returned the scissors to his brother, and prepared to listen carefully to the morning meeting.

"Okay, the third item of the conference." Master shook the speech in his hand. The first two speeches of the conference have not changed for so long—the paper of the speech is almost torn—basically I told my disciples to practice kung fu seriously, not to be too demanding on attaining Taoism and becoming immortals. The most important thing is not to make half of one's life choices.

Usually, the master would announce that he would go to the side hall for dinner when the second item was reached. Today, the third item suddenly appeared, and a group of disciples who were not here immediately drew their attention back.

"Mr. Yin," the young man who had been guarding the door suddenly turned around, and said to Yin Zhu politely, "The following content is only for disciples of the master. Please wait elsewhere."

Although the tone is polite, the words spoken and the actions made do not allow the slightest resistance.

Yin Zhu didn't want to resist either.

As long as he is willing to listen, let alone invite him elsewhere, even if he invites him to the foot of the mountain, the wind can bring the conversation to his ears if he concentrates.

"Go," Lu Huan commented that Yin Zhu kept silent, thinking that he was upset again, "I'll come over later and call you to have breakfast."

"Ah," Yin Zhu replied, then glanced at Lu Huanyi again, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he got up and followed the boy at the door to go somewhere else—in fact, it was not far away. It was in the small room next to the hall at the corner. It was lit with nice incense and decorated with an ancient charm. It faced the direction of the window. There is a screen with a few flowers painted on it. The colors are bright but not gaudy, which is very beautiful.

The moment Yin Zhu stepped into this room, he felt something was wrong. It seemed that something was pressing heavily on his body, and the air became a bit heavy. He frowned, clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves into fists, and turned his head to be vigilant. He looked at the young man, but the young man just had a plain expression, and said: "Don't panic, it's just a trick to prevent you from hearing the conversation in the front hall."

"I didn't want to hear it." Yin Zhu said.

"Some words, no matter whether you take the initiative to listen to them or not, are not good for us," the boy said, "I apologize in advance."

Yin Zhu didn't say anything more.

The oppressive feeling in the air made him very uncomfortable, every hair on his body stood on end, and even his fingers felt a little cold.

Maybe it's just a psychological effect, but he really doesn't like it here.

The master at the other end did not carry out the third item of the conference as he said.

After Yin Zhu left, he cleared his throat and said, "The third item - eat, eat, stay every year, I have something to ask you."

Lu Huanyi, who was at the end of the line, was wondering, when he heard his master call his name, he suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

Something to ask yourself.

They also found a reason to take Yin Zhuzhi away. It seems that they went to the expensive living room next door. They said that it was the expensive living room. After entering, no matter the ladyboy would be suppressed, the five senses would be suppressed, and it was just a small glass cover.

It shows that the master doesn't want Yin Zhu to hear these conversations, no matter whether Yin Zhu will hear it or not, lock him up first and then talk about it.

"What's the matter?" Lu Huanyi walked up to the master, "What's wrong?"

"Did the person you met when you went down the mountain this time mention the thing called 'Ghost Son'?" Master twisted Lu Huanyi's sleeve, trying to test the thickness, "Your senior brother didn't fully explain it, and there will inevitably be errors in the transmission. , I want to hear you say it yourself."

Originally, he should have asked when we first met yesterday, but he was always concerned that Lu Huanyi was tired all the way up the mountain, and he probably wanted to rest, so he insisted on holding this topic until today.

"Oh... I don't know what 'Ghost Son' is, but that person took me away," Lu Huanyi stretched out his arms, "I made a cut on my wrist and took a lot of blood from me, and my ankle was also pierced Yes, it hurts."

"Don't be coquettish, talk about business." Master stretched out his hand and flicked his arm.

"...I'm not being coquettish, it really hurts," Lu Huanyi laughed, and retracted his arms, "I remember that the blood flowed into the stone bowl... and holding the stone bowl were two stone statues of monsters I didn't know After the blood dripped in, they started to cluck, and then I lost consciousness, Yin Da... Yin Zhu came to save me."

"You said he pierced your ankle," the master asked. "Where's the blood on the ankle? What did he do with it?"

"Huh?" Lu Huanyi was stunned for a moment, "It seems...he didn't catch up at all? The blood was all on the ground...fuck, he doesn't want it, so why did he poke my ankle?"

The master pondered for a while with a downcast face, and said: "That person doesn't just want your blood, but also hates you. Did you go down the mountain to get rid of ghosts and get in the way of other people's affairs? How many times have I told you that my subordinates Be clean, after you get rid of the ghost, you have to dig out the people behind it and get rid of them, why are you stupider than your big brother."

"...I really didn't take the initiative to get rid of ghosts," Lu Huanyi heard the master's tone became serious, and immediately took a step back, with his arms behind his waist and his back straight, "They came to me on their own initiative. Master, what exactly is a 'son of ghost'?"

"It's nothing," the master glanced at him, "it's to take the blood of the six people born during the Zhongyuan Festival and feed the children born at the Yin hour and the Yin moment. It can be guaranteed that the cultivation base of the person raised by him will skyrocket, and if the 'son of the ghost' only obeys the order of the person who raised him, if it is refined, it will definitely be a bloodbath."

It turned out to be such a thing.

Lu Huanyi stroked it in his head twice before smoothing it out, but he couldn't help thinking that feeding the child with blood would change his life, and he felt goosebumps even when he was wearing thick clothes.

The master didn't go any further. Looking at Lu Huanyi's expression, he knew that his mind had been spinning back and forth on the top ten scenes of horror movies, so he reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't think about it, he took your blood but was killed by Yin Huanyi." Mr. killed, it is a waste of effort."

"That's right," Lu Huanyi came back to his senses and breathed a sigh of relief, "But you're going to send Yin Zhu away just to ask me about this?"

"It's not a good idea. It's not good to let the monster listen to it and think bad things." The master put the speech under the table, took something to hold it down, and walked out with Lu Huanyi, "Mr. Yin is a good monster. Don't listen to this kind of thing, there is no reason for a good person to listen to a bad thing on purpose, besides, Mr. Yin..."

He didn't finish what he said later, so he paused and didn't speak again.

"It means I'm not a good person." Lu Huanyi laughed again.

"Go," the master kicked him, "go have breakfast."

"I'll call Yin Zhu," Lu Huanyi jumped up and walked towards the corner, "The old monster has a bad temper."

After speaking, he walked towards that side quickly, the master's eyebrows frowned the moment Lu Huanyi turned around, he looked at the back of Lu Huanyi running past, and sighed, a feeling of displeasure rose in his heart. A sense of powerlessness left in the middle.

Lu Huanyi quickly ran over there, the young man at the door nodded when he saw him coming, and left, he pushed open the door and shouted inside: "Uncle Yin!"

No one answered him.

Lu Huanyi walked in suspiciously, and found a small snake by the table, sleeping soundly coiled there.

Actually fell asleep.

There were no clothes on the ground either.

Could it be that the clothes he conjures are not considered clothes, won't they fall off when they change back to their original form?

Was that layer his skin?Where did the original clothes go?

Yin Zhu is really a magical monster.

Lu Huanyi walked over to pick him up, habitually trying to put it in his pocket, but when he raised his hands, he realized that the Taoist robe had no pocket at all. There was a sleeve pocket in the sleeve, but he thought it was troublesome so he didn't put it on. There is no place to hold anything.

After thinking about it again and again, Lu Huanyi just took Yin Zhu to the side hall, ordered a breakfast and planned to go back to eat.

When Yin Zhu turned into a little one and was held in his hand, Lu Huanyi always felt a little itchy in his heart. Lu Huanyi always felt that it was good that Yin Zhu was not a cat, dog, fox, or other furry animal. Otherwise, I would definitely rush over and rub him from morning to night, and bald him.

Thinking this way, holding a bowl in one hand and embracing Yin Zhu in the other, he turned a corner and met Zhuang Chao who was walking behind the elder brother with a cute face. Lu Huanyi stared at Zhuang Chao for a while, then looked down again. Looking at Yin Zhu in his hand, he leaned over and rushed to Zhuang Chao: "Can you become a prototype and let me lick two?"

Zhuang Chao turned his head abruptly, looking at Lu Huanyi with a confused and wary face.

Looking at his appearance, Lu Huanyi knew it was over, and beside him was a senior brother who was staring at him with a serious face.

What else can I do.

Lu Huanyi sighed.

Forced by life, I go home and stroke snakes.