I ran to the county town in one breath, and I could no longer run. My legs were as heavy as lead. I slowed down and gasped while stroking my chest, while looking down at the red rope on my ankle. Fortunately, it was still there and it was not lost. Looking back, the road was empty and there was no abnormality. It seemed that the "silent misunderstanding" did not follow me again.

This old man is not a ghost, so it doesn't matter if I look back. He won't get on my body, but I can't see him or feel where he is. A heart couldn't help but go up and down, thinking, did this old man come with me? Could it be that the "yinmaid" who had hooked me before did not hook me, but hooked me away?... At this time, I suddenly thought of the master's words, and the master said that whether he can save the old man depends on the will of heaven... By the way, the will of heaven, no matter what, I have tried my best. If the old man's soul is not brought back by me and cannot save him, it means that the will of heaven is difficult to violate and cannot be fought against by man.

Thinking of this, I was determined, straightened my chest and walked along the road. The night when water turned into ice was cold, and in a short while, the sweat from my body solidified, as if needles were pricking the pores. Many young people in Fengyang Town envied Afeng and I, saying that we were so good at being magicians. They were respected by big bosses and small bosses, running around every day, and not only rolling money into their waist bags, but there were so many girls sticking them up... They only saw the glorious side of us, but did not see the hardships we had put in for it. In the middle of the night, others were sleeping in warm beds, but we were going to run to the wilderness to catch ghosts and kill evil spirits. By counting by fingers, we have had countless experiences of life-and-death death.

Maybe one day the ghost is not captured, but he is captured by the ghost... So, God is fair, and how much you get, you must pay. People who often complain about the injustice of heaven and those who often jealous of others' success will never succeed. There is only one road to success, that is, to work hard and there is only one key to opening this road, that is, to open your mind. A person with ambition must have a broad mind. While affirming himself, he must be sure that all people who are stronger than himself can find the gap between himself and others. Only in this way can he constantly improve himself, chase forward bravely, be closed and self-reliant, be noble and arrogant, and will never make progress or succeed. Come on, friends...

With such random thoughts, I came to Xiaoqing's door. The door was still open, and the yard was bright. When I came to the yard, I saw that the "Seven Star Lamp Array" had turned around. The "spoon handle" was facing the old man lying on the bed, while the "spoon dou" wrapped the stool dedicated to the urn. On the outside of the Seven Star Lamp Array and the old man, I lit a circle of candles. I couldn't count how many of them were, and there was a piece of talisman paper under each one... Judging from this situation, the master should have successfully borrowed the old man's remaining life. All I had to do was to resurrect the old man and return the life to him after he resurrected the old man.

At this moment, the master was squatting beside the bed board, pressing the old man's chest with both hands. Yang Shujun and Xiaoqing's younger brother were placed on both sides of the bed board, one rubbing his legs and the other rubbing his arms. Chenxing, Xiaoqing, and Xiaoqing's mother, the three of them supported each other, and stood nervously on the side.

Seeing me back, Chen Xing shook all over and his eyes turned red immediately. He stared at me up and down, "A Leng..."

Xiaoqing started crying "woof" and said while crying, "Xiao Lengzi, you are finally back, sister, I'm so worried... She didn't ask me if the old man's soul had been brought back, but she spoke up and worried about my safety, which made my heart warm and my eyes were hot.

At this time, the master had already stood up.

“Master…”

"Good boy, how about it?" The master looked at my ankle.

"Everything is done as you said, but I don't know if the old man has been brought back by me..."

"It's okay, even if you don't bring it back, don't feel guilty. You have tried your best." Yang Shujun said.

"It should be brought back." said the master, "Leng'er, come to the candle circle."

As I said, I walked into the candle circle and came to the old man's bed. The master ordered Yang Shujun and Xiaoqing's younger brother to stand outside the candle circle and then said to me, Leng'er, let's untied the red rope.

I nodded, took a deep breath, squatted down slowly, grabbed the buckle of the red rope and pulled it off. At this time, I suddenly felt a faint negative aura, and I suddenly felt happy.

"Master, it's the soul of the old man!"

The master nodded and said, "Very good, tie the red rope around the old man's neck..."

After tied the red rope, under the reflection of the candlelight, I saw a faint, faint ghost on the old man's face, just like the ghost on her face when she was saving Yu Xin in the broken house. The master took out a silver needle, recited the mantra, and suddenly stabbed the old man's seal hall. The ghost suddenly disappeared. The old man was like an electric shock, opened his mouth and thrust his chest upwards.

"Leng'er, start from the 'Gen' position, take the Ding step, turn these candles clockwise, and blow them out one by one at the same time!" the master shouted.

I jumped over the candle circle and came to the Gen position. My left foot was vertical and my right foot was horizontal. I put the word "Ding" in my mouth, leaned down, aimed at the old man's position, and blew out the first candle with a vague look. It seemed that something blue smoke-like attacked the old man... At this time, I already understood that these candles were the old man's life, and each one represented a day.

I didn't stop and finally blew out all the candles. I felt a sense of hypoxia. I was spinning and fell to the ground with a "gudong". Chenxing hurried over and hugged me in his arms.

"What's wrong with you, A Leng?"

Chenxing's hair was hanging in my neck and itchy. I looked up and smiled at her, whispering, "It's okay, I'm missing oxygen, just take artificial respiration..."

At this time, the master had already helped the old man sit up, and his left hand became a trick, and his heart was heavy behind him. As the old man shouted "ah", the silver needle nailed to his seal hall bounced out in a flash. After the master put the old man down again, he opened his eyelids to check.

Chenxing had already helped me stand up, and all of us came over, not even daring to show off. Finally, the master raised his head.

"Master, how about it?" I asked.

The master calculated by pinching his fingers, wiped the sweat from his head, and smiled and said, "It's successful."

Xiaoqing's legs seemed to be filled with a spring, and she jumped up, then hugged my neck and kissed me in the face.

"Little Lengzi, thank you!...Oh, look at me, star girl, don't be angry. I only have a sibling relationship with him. Or, why don't you let him kiss me and return it?"

Chenxing stood aside with a lot of laughter and tears. I wiped my face, sighed, and said to Xiaoqing, "Forget it, forgive you this time, I won't be the case."

Xiaoqing pouted, "Oh, do you smell so good? There is still next time..."

"Okay, okay." Yang Shujun said, "Don't do this next time, hurry up and feed your dad to drink. As for the rest of the people, they were busy for the middle of the night and were hungry, right? Should we have something to eat or drink?..."

The next morning, we put Grandpa Xiaoqing's urn back into the coffin, then rounded the grave and went home.

Time flies, and almost half a month has passed. Yu Xin uses her own relationship and never finds out who the urn was buried in the brick kiln factory. I think the man who borrowed Accountant Wang Yangshou would definitely go to the brick kiln factory, so she told Boss Wu that he asked him to arrange a few employees and pay attention to every stranger who went to the brick kiln factory. However, after so long, there was no news at all.

Because the weather is cold, I basically don’t go out. In addition to studying Qimen’s alchemy, I either hide in her “bool” every day and whisper to Chenxing, or I drink tea and brag with Yang Shujun. Yang Shujun is a pure foodie. He not only likes to eat, but also loves to cook. He tinkers with different ways every day. We also eat with our lives, and our lives are full and delicious.

Early in the morning that morning, snow began to float without warning, and it became heavier and heavier. The snowflakes were spinning like goose feathers. At noon, a thick layer had already accumulated on the ground. Standing at the door of the house and looking out, there was a silvery white everywhere. It was not cold on snowy days. The "rustling" sound filled the entire world, making people feel particularly comfortable. Staying at home makes you feel isolated from the world. The air is purified by the snow, so fresh that it makes people want to cry.

When lunch was about to be had, Yang Shujun came back from outside, wearing a hat, squeaking and stomping on the snow, humming a little song, and carrying two fat hares. The little fox was raised with his tail and followed him. This fox has been raised by me for so long, it is much more gorgeous and shiny. A boss who came to us to see Feng Shui some time ago, fell in love with this fox and wanted to buy it at a high price, but I refused it by saying, "I won't sell it if I add ten times the price." To me, this fox is not just a pet, but also a life-saving benefactor.

"Xiao Zhang, I have nothing to do anyway. Let's have some drinks today?" said Yang Shujun.

The master smiled and nodded. We moved the stove to the door of the house, peeled the rabbit, mixed it with cabbage and tofu vermicelli and stewed it in a pot. The wine was filled in a wine pot, scalded hot water, and ate and drank while enjoying the snow.

The few of them were in high spirits, and Chenxing also drank a lot of wine, and his face was flushed. Yang Shujun and I both had a drink. As for the master's alcohol tolerance, it would scare people to death after saying it. In this way, you drink one cup by one, and in a short while, two pounds of white wine were drunk.

"Master, I'll buy two more bottles?" I asked.

"Yeah." said the master.

I grabbed the hat standing on the wall, put it on my head, and walked outside. When I came outside, I walked not far from the wind and snow, and I heard two "hum" sounds behind me. When I turned around, I saw that it was a little fox.

I was delighted, and squatted down and clapped my hands at it. The little fox rushed over and rubbed his warm mouth against my face.

"You want to go with me, too?"

“Hmph…”

"Walk…"

When I came to a small shop, I asked, the kind of wine we drank was sold out. I couldn't get used to drinking, so I decided to go to the small shop in Zhenbei to check it out. So I took the little fox along the street north.
Chapter completed!