When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

Taoist Hong Yun of Qingshui Temple thinks that he seems to be very strange recently.

Although the days are as usual, I always feel that something has become weird, and all the normality seems to be tainted with an unknown layer.

If he insisted on giving a time point to this abnormality, he thought it should start when he went down the mountain to perform a service for Huang Congyun's family, and met a pair of ridiculously beautiful young people on the way.

That day, according to the appointment three months ago, he went to do disaster relief for Huang Congyun on the day of his mother's disaster, and helped him get rid of the evil spirit haunted by ghosts.

Hong Yun has always known that Huang Congyun, who has a close relationship with his Taoist name, is actually not a good person, with evil intentions and a tyrannical temperament. The female ghost was transformed by the resentment of the person he tortured and killed.

But if you know it, you know that Huang Congyun is rich, especially when it comes to religious affairs and offering incense. Hongyun turns a blind eye to his dirty things, and often looks at Huangbai Adu for the sake of it. , to help him.

The mahogany nails that turned the female ghosts into the earth-bound spirits in the house were made by him, and the evil spirit beads that Huang Congyun carried later were all obtained from him.

At the end of December last year, Huang Congyun bought little ghost charms at such a high price to harm others.

The little ghost has lost his life, so he must do a water and land ritual ceremony to sacrifice to the wild ghosts on his birthday in the coming year, in order to make up for the loss of virtue.

For Huang Congyun's approach, Hongyun actually felt quite mocking.

Obviously, he has never done a good job, and is losing his virtue every day, but he never thinks about how to do good deeds and accumulate blessings. All his thoughts are on how to use the power of ghosts and gods to hide the truth.

It's just that a person like him has a lot of money in his pocket, does rituals diligently, and even ghosts and gods are willing to live with him. A bad person who washes his hands by the pond and kills fish will live longer and richer than those poor and good people who guard their conscience.

But these don't matter to him, he is only responsible for taking people's money to eliminate disasters, and thanks to this kind of people, he can earn a lot of money.

There are so many working dogs who have learned to bald and work overtime until they are bald. Even if they die suddenly from exhaustion, their annual income will not be as much as that of him who goes out to attend Buddhist rituals.

That morning, Hong Yun drove his BMW 740Li from the Taoist temple as usual, and went down the mountain along the winding road that he had run countless times.

In the car was the Taoist Yunshui Zen Heart, which is standard equipment. Hong Yun thought in his heart that he could almost buy another Cayenne Turbo and drive it with a BMW after this ceremony.

When approaching halfway up the mountain, I saw a pair of young people waving to stop the car on the road.

In the early morning, there are occasional young hitchhikers on this road.

Hong Yun reckoned that the two of them were also the type who were blind and frivolous to experience climbing a mountain to watch the sunrise, but they didn't have the energy to go down the mountain to seek a ride.

Although Hong Yun rejected such unprofitable things in his heart, he still stopped the car in front of the two of them.

There is no way, the image of Qingshui Temple is more important, the abbot said that, within the entire range of the mountain, if anyone sees a person who is in trouble, all the disciples under the door must stop and make a good relationship.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, what advice do the two benefactors have?" Hong Yun got out of the car, and bowed his hands sternly.

"You are very polite, Taoist priest," the taller young man said, "My friend and I hiked up the mountain to watch the sunrise, but my friend accidentally sprained his foot, and after waiting for a long time, only the Taoist priest's car passed by. Take us to the bus station down the mountain."

The young man's words are true, there are indeed not many vehicles during this time period.

Anyone who knows a little bit knows that Qingxi Mountain is not suitable for watching the sunrise. Only young people who like romance will want to support each other and watch the Golden Crow rise together.

This kind of person can meet two or three couples every year.

Hong Yun was only looking at the clothes of the two of them before, and guessed from the famous tags on their bodies that they had a good family background.

Hearing the nice voice of the young man, he raised his eyelids and looked at them, and was surprised by their outstanding appearance.

One has a feminine and bewitching face, the other has a graceful and elegant appearance. The temperament and facial features of the two don't look like those vulgar people who are randomly kneaded out of mud in the world.

It looks like this, and he believes that they are made out of fairy dew from lotus flowers in Yaochi mixed with crushed Kunlun jade.

If you look closely, you can also find that the symmetrical positions of the two faces have the same red lotus tattooed on them. The same pattern is interpreted into different styles by two people with different temperaments.

The evil nature with a slightly taller stature, the flame-like lotus, each petal carries the ghost of hell karma.

He is a little short and elegant, with cinnabar-colored lotuses blooming at the end of his eyes, and every arc is gorgeous and ethereal.

But even though they feel different, when they stand together, there is a kind of harmony that leads to the same goal, just like the natural combination of thick ink and blank space in black and white landscape paintings.

Hong Yun was stunned for two seconds, then came to his senses, invited him into the car with a smile on his face, and said, "Get in the car, please."

The enchanting young man chopped off his feet that were about to freeze, and while thanking him repeatedly, he picked up the cold young man and brought him into the back seat to sit firmly.

But Hong Yun, who was fastening his seat belt in the front row, didn't feel safe when he saw this scene. He always felt that something was too inconsistent.

"The Taoist priest can just drop us at the station at the foot of the mountain, and we will take a taxi to the hospital," the enchanting young man said again.

Hong Yun looked at the enchanting young man stuffing his companion's hand into his scarf to keep warm, silently turned up the heating in the car, shook his head, and said, "There are not many cars at the foot of the mountain, so it's better to take you there along the way. , time-saving and convenient.”

The appearance of these two people and their rich family background made Hong Yun feel good about them. Anyway, they were going to form a good relationship. Huang Congyun had arranged for the younger disciples in advance and made preparations two days earlier.

There is still plenty of time, and I don't care if it will be half an hour sooner or later, it is simply not as good as a good person to do it to the end.

After giving way to each other, the enchanting young man still cared about his companion's injury in the end, and accepted Hong Yun's kindness with great gratitude.

It takes about 10 minutes by car from the location in the middle of the mountain to the city hospital. The enchanting young man seems to be trying to divert the attention of his companions. He is very talkative along the way, from ideals to animation.

The young man spoke humorously, and Hong Yun was bored while driving, so he simply listened to their conversation from the front.

"Although the gun is in my hand, I aim at the target. I loaded the bullet into the magazine, loaded it, loosened the safety, and pulled the trigger. However, it is your killing intent that kills... "The enchanting young man compared his hands to pistols, imitating the vampire he called Uncle A.

Hong Yun saw from the rearview mirror that the young man was wearing a classic Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

"Are you saying Alucard is guilty?" This was the first time the cold young man spoke.

Hong Yun was chilled by the young man's voice that contained no trace of emotion, and was as indifferent as a Taoist temple enshrining a god.

"He is a sin, a monster, and he still needs to be convicted?" The enchanting young man smiled, "If it is a sin for him to be a sharp weapon for others, then for me, I would empower human beings to hold guns, aim by themselves, pull the trigger by themselves, and then see for themselves. The ability to shoot all enemies like straws."

"It's not me to kill, it's not me to do it. I'm only responsible for making things easier for others. Do you think I'm guilty?" .

The cold young man asked instead, "What do you think?"

That voice was still cold, so cold that Hongyun felt that his soul buried under the skin was frozen, and a little bit of his soul was split into lotus flowers in the eight cold hells, and all the inferior qualities in his heart were exposed, and he was tortured and sentenced by ghosts and gods .

Hong Yun didn't understand how they answered this question. He was just disturbed by the intertwining of the two people's frenzy and coldness, as if something had been planted in it, and when he searched carefully, he couldn't find it.

"Speaking of which, does the Taoist priest believe in the law?" The enchanting young man suddenly brought the topic to Hong Yun.

"Believe it, Taoist priests are also citizens and must abide by the law," Hong Yun felt that this question was naive.

People often think that Taoists believe in Taoism, so they are outside the legal system.

The enchanting young man asked again, "Does the Taoist priest believe in karma? Which one is more binding, the Taoist leader, karma or the law?"

Hong Yun didn't answer right away.

The so-called reincarnation of cause and effect, like the law, is a rule that binds people.

But it is too ethereal compared to the laws to be followed.

In the long run, cause and effect are right, but in terms of the length of human life, most of the time it is unreasonable.

Many people put up with rules, but life has deceived them.

People who break the law can often get the punishment they deserve, while those who owe the cause and effect often can't see the end.

For those people Hong Yun has met, good people get good rewards even if they don’t see them, and bad people don’t always get bad results. The retribution of good and evil always comes too slowly, so slow that some people can’t wait for the result all their lives.

The French proverb says that justice may be late, but it will never be absent.

So is cause and effect.

But the French proverb also says that justice delayed is injustice.

What about cause and effect?

After a moment of silence, Hong Yun said with some seriousness, "I also believe in karma, but in terms of retribution, it is better to follow the law. Waiting for karma is always slow, and some karma will change over time. How many people can wait for retribution in their lifetime?"

"The law is not as good as it is." The flirtatious young man seemed to be sighing. "Some people like to play around with certain things. I don't think they can be trusted."

"So... the little money you keep in your pocket is the most reliable," the enchanting man pretended to pause, dragged on for a while, and said with a smile the most common vulgar truth nowadays.

In the era of fast food, everything has a shelf life, only Brother Kong Fang stays young forever.

"The rules are in the hearts of the people," the cold young man said again, "Although the pear has no owner, my heart has the owner."

After saying this, the two of them didn't make any sound until they got off the car.

Watching the black BMW away, the tall young man asked, "Do you think that little old man can seize the way of life he fought for?"

The short young man was still expressionless, and his words were unclear, "God has the virtue of good life, and vitality is also in the heart."

"Although you are a ghost, it's easy for me to act like a ghost."

As he said that, the tall young man straightened the scarf for his companion, admiring with great interest the slightly arched section of the other's hair that was pressed by the scarf, and was defenseless.

After Hong Yun left the hospital, he drove back to Huang Congyun's house in another direction.

Huang Congyun looked more like a mummy than before, and was sold to a pile of skeletons by the heart ghost and the grudge ghost.

If it weren't for the sallow and dry skin covering the bone frame like a poor-quality drumhead, this person is so thin that he could go to a medical school as a human skeleton teaching aid.

However, Hong Yun felt that probably no school would accept specimens that looked like dead things, but were actually not as good as those dead things.

After all, there shouldn’t be any experimental materials waiting to be dissected, who would run over madly as soon as they saw someone, grab someone’s hand, and shout, “…he’s back again…the person didn’t die, he came back again, he To take revenge on me..."

I don't know if it's because when a person is nervous, his ability to control his strength becomes infinite.

It was because Hong Yun was getting old, and usually only cared about resting and earning money in the art of talisman seals, ignoring the exercise of physical fitness.

Or, both.

Anyway, Hong Yun struggled for a long time but couldn't free his wrist. Because of his movement, the other party increased his strength, and his nails were directly embedded in his flesh, and stuck to his bones. The pain caused Hong Yun to "hiss" on the spot. air conditioner.

"Let go, she can't come back," Hong Yun yelled, while snapping Huang Congyun's fingers vigorously.

What's not dead?Even her corpse was bought by the crematorium by your family, and there was not even a complete bone in her body. It is a bit difficult to cheat a corpse with a pile of ashes.

Furthermore, the female ghost is still locked in the rune tower of Qingshui Temple, how could she come back and claim her life?

One of the two said that he was not dead and saw a living person, and the other said that he could not die anymore, and they kept pulling each other.

With great difficulty, with the help of Huang Congyun's father and his own apprentice, Hong Yun freed his wrist from the shackles.

In the end, before he had time to check how many blood holes had been pinched by his nails on his arm, his sleeve was grabbed again.

Hong Yun likes to pretend to be a master of Taoism, with long beard and long hair, and he also likes to choose Daoist gowns with large sleeves for clothes. When he walks, the wide sleeves flutter, and he looks like a fairy. He looks like a big guy with a high appearance fee.

Right now, the big sleeve he was so proud of was being held by the godly Huang Congyun, "Daoist, save me, that man is alive...really...save me..."

This kind of example of being haunted by ghosts for a long time and becoming delirious has become commonplace for Hong Yun, and he has long since lost the sympathy he had back then.

At this moment, the pain in his wrist has not gone away, and his sleeves are being held and rubbed in his hands like toilet paper. If it weren't for Huang Congyun's family being a big customer, he really wanted to kick him away.

"It is impossible to come back to life, the law of heaven reincarnates, and people cannot be resurrected after death." Although there was no violence, Hong Yun's tone was not pleasant, and anyone with a discerning eye could feel his impatience.

"Daoist, really, he came back, and he asked me, is death terrible? He also said that death is not terrible."

Huang Congyun was in a hurry, and with all his strength, with a "stab", he tore most of Hong Yun's sleeve from the seam.

Hong Yun was holding on to a few remnants of thread to support him, and the dangling sleeve hanging from his shoulder almost jumped, "Don't be joking, Donor Huang, how could there be anything more serious than death?"

Huang Congyun was still grabbing at straws, clutching his ragged clothes tightly, staring at a pair of protruding eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, shouting heart-piercingly, "He said that he wants me to taste something worse than death, Daoist!" , what I said is true, you must save me, I have the money, I will give it to you..."

What and what?

Huang Congyun's breath was clean, and there was no trace of being entangled in dirty things at all.

He has done too many bad things, and the ghost in his heart can't be suppressed.

Ghosts and gods perform rituals, which can resolve physical disasters, but they can't get rid of their heart knots. There are too many deceptions, and after all, they can't escape their own ghosts.

"Huang benefactor is in good health, has no evil spirits, and does not appear to be a villain," Hong Yun, wearing half-torn clothes, seemed to be earnest, but in fact he persuaded angrily, "What you think is all your own thinking. "

"It's true, Daoist, please believe me."

"I saw with my own eyes that human blood spewed out, and the bones were rotten in the flesh..."

"But I saw him yesterday, he squatted on my window, and even peeled off the skin on my hands..."

Huang Congyun was still relentless, holding Hongyun's black Taoist robe with his left hand, and raised his right hand to show the wound.

That hand did look a bit bloody, there were a few blood moons soaked in the seams of the nails, and there were scarlet stains on the fingers.

But the blood belonged to Hong Yun, and he just took it out of the hands.

Apart from this bloodstain, there were almost no scars on his hand, if the little red spot on the edge of the thumbnail and the torn stubble was considered a wound.

Another crazy one, Hong Yun shook his head to decide.

As Huang Congyun is driven crazy by himself, as far as Hong Yun knows, there are only two ways out.

One is to cut off the common thoughts, enter Taoism and practice purely, recite Huang Ting every day, and save yourself by yourself.

One is a visit to a mental hospital, a psychiatrist helps to enlighten me, if I succeed, I will be a good worm again, if I fail, if I change my background, maybe I can grow into a good person after 18 years.

"Then follow me to cultivate the Tao, and I may be able to save you," Hong Yun said without changing his expression, the classic rescue lines that his colleagues respected as a standard.

As soon as Hong Yun's words came out of his mouth, he saw that Huang Congyun was no longer crazy, and the small account was clear, "No, I became a Taoist priest, who will inherit the family property?"

This is the reason why the standard can become the standard. Most people are like Huang Congyun, greedy and afraid, and it is impossible to choose to become a monk.

Saying this sentence, there is no need to worry about having another apprentice with a wicked heart.

The final result will only be that the beautiful words have been said, the ball has been kicked back, and I can still support the compassionate character.

Hong Yun has the most complete set of acting, the classic lines are all out, the classic moves have to keep up, and he immediately brushes his sleeves, ready to turn around and leave.

As a result, he raised his arm, and the last few thread ends that were still alive died completely.

Looking at his Taoist robe with no sleeves, Hong Yun sighed inwardly.

Ha ha, this is really a present report.

When he saw the young couple arranging their scarves and embracing each other in the morning, he had laughed at them for having broken sleeves.

Now it was his turn to break his own sleeve.

And the target is a mentally unscrupulous guy with half a foot in the coffin.

Hehe, Pindao is also full of anger now.

He recited "Supreme Taiyi Duer Tianzun" several times in his heart, Hong Yun looked at himself with half of his taoist robe torn, and sighed in his heart. He lived for five or sixty years, and it was the first time he felt that the wind in the first month was actually quite cold. Otherwise, he wouldn't suddenly feel that his fame in the first life would be in jeopardy.

Not only was she flirting with a lunatic, but her clothes were also torn to pieces.

He was as embarrassed as a famous old actor who had taken the wrong script, dressed in robes and armor, and tidied up neatly, but when he got on the stage, he realized that he was not playing the all-powerful old general, but a gag three-faced face.

Hong Yun's sleeves were ripped off, and everyone was stunned.

Huang Congyun held a piece of rag, hesitated to speak, his father saw that the momentum was wrong, he hurriedly apologized to Hongyun himself, and asked Xiaodaotong who came first to drag his stupid son back to the house.

It was a farce, no matter how much Hong Yun tried to persuade him, he refused to continue doing things. He only said that Huang Congyun had no ghost spirit, and it would be useless for him to stay longer.

In the end, Huang Congyun's father gritted his teeth and raised the incense price by half.

Only then did Hong Yun let go, saying that he was not a money-greedy person, and the young master just didn't turn his head around for a while. After praying for blessings, his body will be healthy and his spirit will be sufficient.

Although he agreed, Hong Yun always felt that he seemed to have made the wrong choice, but the money he got was not justified, so he finally convinced himself.

He was right, he didn't hurt anyone, and he didn't have any intention of harming anyone. Who can blame him for earning money with his skills?

As for the effect of persuasion, only he himself knows.

The unknown in my heart was officially born from this time.