33. Whose soul
As soon as Wanjing's words came out, the room was quiet at first, and then Lin Moshan snorted and said bluntly: "Jing'er doesn't have to spend so much effort, Dad will find a way to do this, you don't care." ”
"Dad, naturally you still need to go to the doctor in many ways, but if you let your daughter do nothing, where can your daughter settle down. Xuan Dao Chang said that you might as well try it, if you can't go, it's also a road. ”
"Okay, that's all." Li Xiang'er settled down in a word, "Yu'er, you accompany her." After speaking, she turned her head to look at Li Kun, who was still asleep, her worry could not be hidden, although her eyes were red, she had to force herself to refuse to cry. Lin Moshan looked at Li Xiang'er like this, and stopped talking, so he had to nod.
"Then you be careful, Kun'er is our child, and so are you, don't be reckless." Lin Moshan said to the evening mirror. He knew that Wanjing was guilty for failing to see Li Kun's affairs, but now that Li Kun had an accident, he was worried that Wanjing would be too self-critical under self-blame, so he made a statement.
Wanjing understood in her heart, so she lowered her eyes and nodded, feeling that her eyes were warm. He took a few steps back to the side of Daoist Xuan, "Daoist, I'll send you out, and there are still some questions I have to ask you to elaborate on." ”
"yes, there's something else." Xuan Dao Chang said vaguely, and walked out first with his hands in his hands.
It was almost the time of the shift, the crescent moon bent, the clouds were several, obscured and unclear, and the shadows of the trees shook a little peeping, as if they were looking, wanting to see all the secrets.
At this moment, there is a Taoist priest in a rusty red robe walking unhurriedly in the corridor, which really makes people's sweat and pores cold. Lin Yu followed the evening mirror and couldn't help but shudder, the weather that had just warmed up seemed to be beaten back to its original shape in an instant.
"Boy, you stand farther away." Xuan Dao Chang suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Lin Yu.
"Why?" Lin Yu did not retreat but advanced, standing beside the evening mirror, full of protective posture.
Xuan Dao Chang didn't speak, the kind of inattention in the room just now was gone, and his expression was a little serious, but he really showed a bit of Dao Chang's appearance.
"Brother, you avoid it first, and I'll say a few words to the Taoist." Wanjing said lightly, and without waiting for Lin Yu to speak, he walked forward with Xuan Daochang.
Lin Yu wanted to follow, but took half a step but didn't move forward. He watched with good eyes as the evening mirror and the Taoist chief stopped a few feet away from him and spoke in a low voice. He stood in place in amazement, and suddenly felt that the closeness to the evening mirror for so many years was an illusion, except for Jiyue Villa, in addition to this home, the evening mirror seemed to have a world that he could never get close to. He didn't know what that world was, what it was like, and he couldn't even figure out where the door of that world was, let alone open it and walk in again.
And what made Lin Yu even more depressed at this time was that Wanjing actually called him - brother?
"Who are you?" At this time, Xuan Dao Chang was asking a seemingly idiotic question to the evening mirror.
Wanjing was stunned for a moment, but even though he understood what the Dao Chief was asking, he couldn't help but nod secretly. This long way is really a bit supernatural, and it seems that Li Kun's affairs really have to be done according to what he says. The evening mirror forgot to return to the question of the Xuan Dao chief, if it was someone else, I am afraid that they would calm down and wait, but this Xuan Dao chief is impatient, seeing that the evening mirror does not speak, he can't hold back first.
"Any idea why I asked? The main thing is that your two souls of heaven and earth are not compatible with your life soul! Xuan Dao Chang scratched his chin, "Do you have eight characters?" ”
Wanjing shook her head, "No, my sister picked it up, and she doesn't know her own eight characters." ”
"The fate and soul are incompatible, and there is no eight-character ......" Xuan Dao Chang pondered for a while, looked at the evening mirror carefully, and suddenly smiled: "Girl, don't play Tai Chi with me, I am a Taoist, and what I am best at is Tai Chi." After saying that, he laughed proudly twice, but seeing that the evening mirror did not react to his joke at all, he turned the laughter into two dry coughs.
"Since you don't say it......" Xuan Dao Chang said as he pulled his hand into his sleeve, suddenly turned the door, and said sharply: "Don't show up soon!" Before he finished speaking, he saw his palm raised, and then something was attached to the door of the evening mirror's head.