Breeze view.

Song Jingwei has just finished this busy day.

To achieve his position, he is no longer a simple Taoist priest.

Every month, some dignitaries and dignitaries will come to the Taoist temple to donate money in various names.

When the master was still there, he didn't accept a lot of money donated for donations.

In the words of the master, these are not donations, but cause and effect.

They spend money to pray for peace, and it is enough to buy incense and worship a god.

Whether the gods bless it or not, that is their own creation.

But if you accept these tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of donations at will, you can't solve people's worries, you will be infected with cause and effect, and you will fall into it for the rest of your life.

Song Jingwei has always felt that the master's thinking is solidified.

Things that other Taoist temples don't worry about, you are here to worry about blindly, who you can't get along with, and don't get along with money.

Finally, it was his turn to sit in this position, and he was busy intersecting with dignitaries and dignitaries every day, and he never got tired of it.

Most of them come to the Taoist temple with a request.

Song Jingwei is a qualified listener and listens to their troubles.

Rich people are also people, and their troubles are limited to their families and careers.

It's all inconsequential things, comfort them with a few words, and pray for them.

They begged for peace of mind, and the Taoist temple also earned real gold and platinum.

The best of both worlds, he doesn't understand why it has become a century problem that cannot have both fish and bear's paws with the master.

Outside his bedroom there was a courtyard with a cherry tree and potted plants along the wall.

He leaned back in his chair under the tree, rubbed his temples, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes, and his eyebrows twisted slightly.

He picked up his phone and made a call, and after a while, a young Taoist priest walked in.

"Master, are you looking for me?" The young Taoist priest's name is Song Xueming, and the Taoist name is Fa Ming.

When Fa Ming was seven years old, his parents died, and his relatives refused to raise him and threw him into an orphanage.

Song Jingwei adopted him and has always been raised as a son.

He treated Fa Ming as Li Qingfeng did to Song Jingwei.

Discipline is strict, and many things are not allowed to be dealt with too deeply, such as exchanges with dignitaries.

I was worried that he would become as shrewd as he was, tainted with worldliness.

But he also felt that he couldn't always be so protective, people had to learn to grow, what if he was not there one day?

Is it to pass on the Taoist temple to him, can he be the master?

Therefore, Song Jingwei has occasionally arranged some things for him in the past two years, so that he can gradually learn how to deal with them.

"Fa Ming, you take Fa Yuan Fa Liang to the Xufu District Police Station and ask Director Zhao to check the monitoring of the street outside the Taoist Temple. Find out where Xuanyu went yesterday afternoon. ”

Fa Ming was puzzled: "Master, what is Daoist Xuanyu doing?"

"He brought a magic weapon, and I'm worried that he gave it to ordinary people. ”

"Magic weapon!" Fa Ming was surprised: "What magic weapon?"

"Blood Raven. Song Jing waved her hand slightly: "Go, don't delay." ”

Talking to Xuanyu on the phone this morning, he didn't have time to ask.

Now if you call back, if you say it, you can't guarantee that you won't be noticed by Xuanyu.

Anyway, other ways can be solved, and getting things back in time won't have any impact.

The bloodstone jade carving is carved with a crow.

He usually buries him in a cemetery, and occasionally uses it to exorcise ghosts.

The crow is yin, and the bloodstone is even more yin.

In addition to this bloodstone, he also cultivated many similar magic weapons, but he never thought of using them to do evil.

He regrets it now, and feels that he was too impulsive.

"It would be nice to make up for it in time. ”

"Little Taoist, I will spare you this time. ”

......

Zhou Shouwei's new villa, with three floors, was renovated half a year ago and has been empty until now.

Last week, their family moved over and invited a Taoist monk to come and have a look at the home feng shui, and everything went well.

He has three daughters, the eldest of whom is only twelve years old, and has always wanted to have a son, but he can't.

Zhou Shouwei has a very strong concept of patriarchy, and in order to give birth to a son, he raised seven women outside.

Every woman has been pregnant with his child, and every time she checked in advance, it was a daughter, and she was directly killed.

He felt that his daughter was just spilled water, and there was no way to inherit his family business.

Even now, he still thinks so.

Some time ago, a newly recruited secretary has white skin and beautiful long legs, and the key is that the butt is cocked enough.

He felt that this girl would definitely be able to give birth to a big fat boy for himself.

He was lying on the same bed with his wife at the moment, looking at his wife who was no longer young by the moonlight, and sighed in his heart.

Although Zhou Shouwei wants to have a son, he is very good to his wife and loves his three daughters.

It's just that this old thinking can't be turned around.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Shouwei was already asleep.

"Dada~"

Outside, raindrops swayed against the glass, and the soundproofed windows blocked out most of the sound.

But suddenly, the closed window locked, and it opened little by little.

It was as if an invisible hand had grasped the window lock and turned it open.

A gust of night wind drifted in through the crack in the window, and the sleeping Zhou Shouwei subconsciously tightened the corners of the quilt.

Faintly, there seems to be a voice that keeps shouting itself.

Zhou Shouwei's eyebrows were furrowed, and the voice kept ringing around his ears.

In a daze, he opened his eyes.

"Daddy~"

A milky voice rang in my ears.

But if you listen closely, you will find that there is no trace of emotion in the voice.

Zhou Shouwei thought that his daughter had run in, and subconsciously turned his head.

With this turn of his head, Zhou Shouwei's pupils suddenly contracted, and the blood rushed to his head together, and the whole person was awake instantly.

A child, not much bigger than a slap, was pale and stained with red paint, and the blood was dripping to the floor.

Those big, empty eyes stared at him without any emotion.

Zhou Shouwei's hairs stood on end, his heart hung suddenly, he held his breath in his mouth and nose, almost forgot to breathe, and almost suffocated himself.

"Daddy~"

There was another milky call from above his head, and Zhou Shouwei raised his head stiffly, opened his eyes wide to the extreme, and looked over.

It was a bloodied baby of the same size, head and foot upside down, hanging on the wall.

Zhou Shouwei rolled his eyes very simply and fainted.

"Knock~"

The head smashed on the head of the bed, and the movement woke up the wife.

The wife opened her eyes and looked at Zhou Shouwei, who was sitting paralyzed and unconscious, first stunned for a moment, and then shook his shoulders in a panic.

"Lao Zhou, Lao Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

After shaking a few times, Zhou Shouwei was woken up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the miserable white and bloody faces of the two babies.

"Ahh

"Old Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

"Did you see it, did you see it?" Zhou Shouwei asked as he clutched the quilt tightly and his teeth clashed.

The wife was puzzled, "What do you see?"

Zhou Shouwei blinked vigorously, but no matter how many times he blinked, he could see it as soon as he opened his eyes.

However, these two babies do not seem to hurt themselves.

Zhou Shouwei tried not to let himself go to see the two little babies, he didn't know what was going on.

The Taoist monk who was only looking for in the villa, how could there be unclean things?

"Get up, wake them up, and go to the hotel to sleep. ”

Zhou Shouwei endured the fear in his heart, lifted the quilt and left.

Two little babies, one crawling on the ground, Zhou Shouwei could almost feel a chill on his heels.

The other crawled along the wall, keeping his eyes on him.

Zhou Shouwei's heart was furious, he tried his best to hold back his fear, woke up all his three daughters, and was about to go out.

Although his wife didn't understand why he wanted to go to the hotel in a good manner, she had always been used to listening to Zhou Shouwei's decision, although she was puzzled, she didn't ask anything.

With his tired daughter, when he walked through the living room, Zhou Shou brought the bloody stone sculpture with him.

"Let's go. ”

He grabbed the car keys and was about to push the door, but found that no matter how hard he tried, the door just wouldn't open.

"Daddy~"

A baby emerges slowly through the door, almost touching the tip of his nose.