After a night, Zhang Luo, who woke up, glanced at his mobile phone, and no one was looking for him to chat privately for the time being.

I got up and washed, and there was a knock at the door.

"Luo'er, are you up?" Li Qingdai's voice sounded outside.

Zhang Luo spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth: "Mom, what's wrong?" ”

"Luo'er, Mom invited the master of Mingde Temple to do a ritual today to ward off disasters and evil spirits." Li Qingdai's voice sounded from outside the door, and her voice was a little weak, as if she was afraid of disagreeing.

"Wait." Zhang Luo thought about it, hurriedly washed his face, and opened the door, only to see Li Qingdai's red and swollen eyes and dark circles, which startled Zhang Luo.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? What kind of rituals do you do? "Zhang Luo is a little weak-hearted, shouldn't he sneak out last night and be discovered?

"Mom is thinking, our family has many disasters these days, so please ask the mage to dispel evil spirits and keep safe......" Li Qingdai looked at her son, and there was something indescribable in her eyes.

Zhang Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, not to be evil.

"Oh, Mom, you don't have to tell me this kind of thing, although I don't believe in this, but I don't reject it." Zhang Luodao.

Presumably, all kinds of strange and dangerous things have happened these days to finally make Li Qingdai, as a mother, feel uneasy, but she is just an ordinary woman, and she can't find any practical way to solve the problem, so she can only pin her hopes on the ghosts and gods that the gods are talking about.

It has to be said that this is a pathetic one.

Zhang Luo had never heard of monks or religious believers who could deal with ghosts, and neither did Taoist priests.

But he is not ready to stop his mother, as a child, walking between life and death, this is already his unfilial piety, how can he make his mother feel at ease.

Since there is no way to tell the truth, it is better to do this than to think about it herself.

Li Qingdai also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "Mom is afraid that you will say that I am superstitious, in fact, I don't believe in these things, but these days you always have accidents, first become mysterious and always injured, and don't tell me." Later, I lost my memory in the vestibule square.,This time I fainted with injuries after coming out of Liugu School Park.,Mom is really scared! I'm afraid of ...... day"

"Okay Mom, these things are just coincidences! I am hungry! Zhang Luo interrupted Li Qingdai's words and pushed her downstairs, "It's true, it's just that the situation has been unstable recently, so let's not go out these days." ”

Of course that's not possible.

"That's the best, Mom baked you some cakes, and the milk was warmed. After eating, the master is estimated to be coming, and if you study, you ......"

"You're going to help me with my studies, Mom? Don't go to school just yet, right? Zhang Luo interrupted Li Qingdai's words and couldn't wait.

Li Qingdai's pale face finally turned a lot ruddy, and she looked at her son with a doting smile: "Mom also means the same, don't look at me like this, I also graduated from the Foreign Language Department of Jiuge University back then." ”

"Then if I want to learn the Sang language, I will start with the Sang language, right?" Zhang Luo said while eating the cake.

The multi-ethnic pattern of the Sun Islands is really painful, especially the language. His English is better, at least foreigners can understand what he says, but the Sang language is really only at the level of "Baga", "Yiku" and "Ya Yan Butterfly".

These days, I have studied by myself, and I have only figured out the general language pattern, but if I really want to pull it out on the street, I can only play sign language. He is not really a genius boy, and if he wants to learn a language on his own in a week or two, he is afraid that he is not dreaming.

And as a Mandate of Heaven, he must deal with the Sang people in this city, and walk in the darkness of the city. I can't understand the Sang language, I don't know if I've been sold by others, and I can't go out to fight and bring a translator.

"Okay, okay, then you have to study hard, as a teacher, I won't be so gentle." Li Qingdai didn't know and said with a smile.

Although I don't know why my son is suddenly so interested in Sangyu, Li Qingdai, as a mother, feels very relieved, and even can't believe that this is her son who is tired of school.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Zhang Luo wiped his mouth, and he was not surprised by this.

He has always been very confident in himself, as long as he wants to do it, he will be able to succeed, and the difference is only a matter of time.

He couldn't imagine how tired he was of studying in this world, after all, it wasn't difficult for him, to some extent, in addition to the same face, his mother also looked the same, the two were two different people at all, and he couldn't understand the reason why the corners of his mother's eyes were moist.

At about half past nine, Li Qingdai took Zhang Luo to greet the so-called master at the gate of the community.

In fact, it is a few professional monks driving local cars, all of whom are wearing suits and are similar to ordinary office workers. Except for a bare head, it's almost the same.

However, the master in their lead has a long white beard and wears a robe, which looks quite professional.

A few young people who came down also quickly changed their clothes, sang "Amitabha", everyone exchanged a few words, and then took the props to Zhang Luo's house, and heard them say that they have been very busy recently.

Zhang Luo didn't say it, but he knew why in his heart, he just hoped that these people would really be blessed by the Buddha if they didn't really encounter ghosts. He won't expose anything, people come out to eat, and it's not easy to make all kinds of tinkering.

All kinds of things are put up, incense cases, candlesticks, portraits, wooden fish bells, gongs and drums, the beating is very lively, and Zhang Luo is also lively to watch.

Zhang Luo also released the little ghosts and watched the excitement together.

The little ghost is stupid, and he doesn't know what to do when he comes out, so he runs around with joy, but ordinary people can't see it.

Li Qingdai went to cook, and at noon she wanted to leave these masters to eat together.

Zhang Luo was idle and had nothing to do, so he couldn't help but run to the old monk sitting there and pretend to be very casual and said, "Master, do you really know how to exorcise evil spirits?" ”

The old monk originally squinted at his apprentice as if he was napping, but then he opened his eyes and glanced at him: "Although it is to exorcise evil spirits, it can dispel people's confusion and all kinds of evil thoughts, and my Buddha is compassionate, which is also the duty of religious people such as me." The believer has a pure land, and the small benefactor does not believe in evil, so naturally there is no evil to be discarded. ”

"Tsk, this old monk has quite a set, at least it's not offensive."

It's a pity that this statement was originally no problem, and it can be said to be quite politically correct religious remarks, but the ghosts and gods of the human heart have appeared in reality, and there is a real great terror between life and death.

At the same time, Zhang Luo's eyes froze, and he saw that the little ghost Mo Tear dragged a puppet out of the desk and fell to the ground. It was a wooden puppet in the shape of an ancient woman, tangled in a mess of silk threads.

His voice was faint: "Master, do you monks still like puppet shows?" ”

The monks who were beating the gongs and drums all stopped, and looked at the puppet that fell out of the exquisite shrine in a daze, and the old monk who had been calm and idle couldn't settle down, and the scene fell into dead silence.

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