At the ferry, He Tiankun saw Mo Wuwen, they were very happy and said, "Let's go, send you home to take a hot bath, and I will invite you to dinner at noon." Xu Ye, don't go to the hotel, anyway, my house is spacious, so stay in my house. ”

"Lao He, you send them home first. My uncle and I went to the hospital to see his friend. ”

"Master, let's go to the hospital too?"

"No, we don't know him well, so many people are reckless in the past, people think we are going to fight with him, don't they?" Mo Wuwen said with a smile.

"Then remember to come over for dinner at noon and let your uncle come with you."

"Okay, Lao He, see you at noon." Mo Wuwen got into the car of his uncle (Kong Guicheng) parked next to the ferry and drove to the hospital.

When he was about to walk to Lang Songpu's ward, he heard a noisy shout: "I'm not crazy, that woman is the murderer I killed me thousands of years ago!" ”

"Dad, don't talk nonsense. What a thousand years is not a thousand years, let's go home and talk about it! ”

Kong Guicheng walked into the door of the ward, saw Lang Song, Pu nose was blue, his face was swollen, and he asked with concern, "Lao Lang, is there anything wrong?" ”

"It's okay, Uncle Kong. The doctor had a CT examination and said that my dad had only a slight trauma and could be discharged from the hospital and rest at home for a few days. "Lang Songpu's daughter's bewitching devil figure, her eyes are not big and slanted, but she looks extraordinarily hooked, with an uninvited style, and her small and thick lips are painted with pink lipstick, and a gorgeous atmosphere is blowing in her face.

"Lao Lang, what do you care about with a little girl at a young age?" Kong Guicheng began to persuade Lang Songpu.

The impatient Lang Songpu's mood gradually calmed down, and he sighed and said to Kong Guicheng, "Hey, you don't know the origin of the matter, and I don't believe it when I tell you." ”

"Dad, you're here again!"

"Uncle Lang, what's a strange thing. Let's hear it. Mo Wuwen was very curious.

Seeing Lang Songpu's strange eyes looking at Mo Wuwen, Kong Guicheng hurriedly explained, "My nephew Mo Wuwen also said that he also had a lot of strange experiences. ”

"Dad, let's get out of the hospital and go home first." Lang Songpu's daughter held him and urged him.

"You don't need to help me, I'm not disabled! I still have to take revenge. Lang Songpu's anger came back to his heart.

"Come home, you're such a joke, do you know?" Lang Songpu's daughter squinted at the end of her eyes as she spoke.

"What's so funny, a thousand years ago I was a woman, I could sing, I could play the piano, I could dance, believe it or not?" The five big and three rough pine pu actually really gestured, it was so light, soft and boneless.

Suddenly, the air froze. Lang Songpu's daughter, Kong Guicheng, and Mo Wuwen were all stunned, and Lang Songpu's demeanor was so elegant that it was simply the level of a classical dance professional.

"Uncle Lang. My friend, please have lunch, or you will come with me. "The end of the ignorance broke the embarrassing situation.

"No, I'm not in the mood to drink." Lang Songpu waved his hand uncharacteristically and refused.

"Uncle Lang, I still want to hear your story."

"My nephew looks like a talent, introduce your daughter?" Kong Guihui leaned into Lang Songpu's ear and muttered.

"I'll go too, I have to keep an eye on you, and I can't let you talk nonsense." Lang Songpu's daughter glanced at Mo Wuwen's handsome face again as she spoke.

"It's still early, why don't you go to my friend's store?" Mo Wuwen said to Lang Songpu.

He Tiankun's antique shop arrived soon, and when He Tiankun saw Lang Songpu, he walked straight over and said, "Old Lang, what kind of wind blew you over." ”

"They're your friends."

"This is Ruoruo, she has grown so big and beautiful." He Tiankun said to Lang Songpu's daughter.

"Uncle He, it's me."

Lang Songpu walked around the store, suddenly pointed to the copper coin on the counter and said, ""Yuanyou Tongbao" is the copper coin we used thousands of years ago!" ”

"Yuanyou, isn't that my time travel to the Song Dynasty?" Mo Wuwen looked at Lang Songpu in surprise and thought.

"This is the book of "Yuan Yu Tongbao", a small flat bare back, a worthless general product. If it is "Yuan You Tongbao", Xiaoping Beisha is worth twenty or thirty thousand dollars. He Tiankun only heard Lang Songpu talk about Yuanyou Tongbao, and did not hear his later words.

"Uncle Lang, do you really have memories of the Song Dynasty?" Mo Wuwen suddenly burst out of words.

"Really, I'm not talking crazy. I was strangled to death by that woman's previous life in the second year of the Great Song Yuanyou. Lang Songpu said to Mo Wuwen, and finally someone was interested in his story.

"I believe you, Uncle Lang."

"In my previous life, I was a woman in a Qinglou, and I married Zhang Yuanwai~~" Lang Songpu stopped abruptly as he spoke.

"Zhang Yuanwai?" Mo Wuwen blurted out that Lang Songpu was a Qinglou woman a thousand years ago, could he be a master of Liu?

"What are you talking about, old man." He Tiankun was inexplicably surprised.

"I was strangled to death by the Wujing host of "Jinyun Temple", and the female owner of the clothing store was the reincarnation of the Wujing host." Lang Songpu continued to speak to Mo Wuwen.

"Dad, you're talking nonsense again~" Lang Ruoruo went up and dragged Lang Songpu's clothes, not wanting him to continue.

"A thousand years ago, were you called Master Liu?" Although the words of Mo Wuwen were said softly, they were like thunder struck Lang Songpu.

"Who are you!" Lang Songpu opened his mouth, and looked at Mo Wuwen with a frightened look.

"Lao Lang, Wuwen is my little brother, he is a person who has some adventures. If you say something, he might be able to help you. He Tiankun walked to Lang Songpu and said.

"Yes, yes, there is some ability to be unheard." After the last water monkey incident, Kong Guicheng somewhat believed that Mo Wuwen had some abilities that were different from ordinary people.

"The person who killed you was the monk Wujing, but everything was the ghost of the fortune teller and Zhang Yuan."

"How do you know? Who are you! Lang Songpu was more and more surprised, and Mo Wuwen knew so clearly.

"I also just came back from the Song Dynasty." Mo Wuwen continued, and He Tiankun also stepped forward to close the store while there were no customers, so as not to disturb their conversation by idle people.

Lang Ruoruo looked at Mo Wuwen, shook his head, sighed, and thought to himself, how good the handsome guy had become as crazy as his father.

"What did you say!" Kong Guicheng was also taken aback when he heard Mo Wuwen say this, and he also knew that Mo Wuwen would not make things up. However, it is too ridiculous to say that he himself has just returned from the Song Dynasty.

"Really, I don't know that he has been to the Song Dynasty three times. One is the fourth year of Song Yingzong's reign, that is, 1067, the second time is the tenth year of Song Shenzong's Xining, and the third time is the second year of Yuanyou, which is ~~" He Tiankun picked up his mobile phone and Baidu continued, "The second year of Yuanyou is the year of Song Zhezong, that is, 1087. ”

"At that time, the magistrate of Shunzi Prefecture was Wang Gan." Mo Wuwen paused and said.

"Yes, yes, the county magistrate is Wang Gan!" Lang Songpu nodded frequently.

"You said it was the ghost of the king's outside?" Lang Songpu looked at Mo Wuwen with puzzled eyes and said.

"Did Wujing mean that there were people outside the window at that time?"

"Hmm."

"At that time, when Wujing went outside the door to see what was going on, he found a note, which was written by a fortune teller, "Kill that woman, otherwise, everyone in Quan Shunzi will know that you steal a woman without cleanness."

"How do you know?" Lang Songpu asked anxiously.

"Zhang Yuanwai recruited the truth."

"Keep going." Lang Songpu urged the end to be unheard.

"The first monk of "Jinyun Temple" knew about you and Wujing, and he coveted the position of host and revealed the news to the fortune teller, who in turn revealed the news to Zhang Yuanwai. The fortune teller threatens to reveal your affairs if you don't kill you, and you will be poisoned. ”

"And then?"

"Wujing was killed by a fortune teller. Later, the fortune teller and Zhang Yuanwai were suspected of killing Xie Dalang, a villager in Longmingshan, and the fortune teller was burned to death by the villagers, and Zhang Yuanwai was imprisoned, but the result is unknown. Mo Wuwen omitted to mention the fortune teller's possession of the demon, so as not to cause panic among everyone.

"Why don't you know?"

"Then we crossed back and this morning. By the way, Uncle Lang, how do you recall the events of a thousand years ago? ”

Lang Songpu recalled the events of that night (Lang Songpu's friend Zhang Jinsong asked Lang Songpu to go to Longming Mountain to hunt hares, and when he walked halfway up the mountain, Lang Songpu walked and accidentally stepped on the air and fell down the mountain.

Lang Songpu's head hit the stump of the tree on the hillside, and suddenly Lang Songpu felt a flash of white light in front of him, saw Zhang Wujing's hideous face, his neck was tightly pinched by Wujing's hand, and he felt breathless and then fainted.

It wasn't until Zhang Jinsong came over and shook his shoulders and kept shouting Lang Songpu that he came to his senses, and he gradually recalled the past when he was Master Liu. Lang Songpu thought that he was possessed by a ghost and went down the mountain to ask the mage and Taoist priest to exorcise the ghost, but it didn't work.

It wasn't until Lang Songpu found that there was a mole on the sole of Liushi's left foot and that there was also a mole on the bottom of his left foot, that he suddenly realized that he was not a ghost, but that he was Liushishi a thousand years ago, and he was the reincarnation of Liushishi after a thousand years. However, a thousand years ago, Master Liu was a woman, and a thousand years later, Lang Songpu was a man, which made Lang Songpu really unacceptable.

Lang Songpu went home and drank desperately to get drunk and forget the memories of his past life, but after waking up, he did lose some memories, but they were all childhood memories, and in the past life of the Song Dynasty, Liu Shishi was strangled to death by the Wujing monk, and scenes appeared in front of him from time to time.

Lang Songpu had a nervous breakdown and had to drink every day until he passed a clothing store on the street that day. I don't know what's going on, Lang Songpu, who usually never visits women's clothing stores, stepped into the store, and when the female boss greeted him, Lang Songpu's face suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Hello, boss. Is it to choose clothes for the lady? The female boss was a young and beautiful girl, and said with a professional sweet smile at Lang Songpu.

However, the smile of the female boss turned into a vicious smile of the impure monk in Lang Songpu's eyes. "Ahh The frightened Lang Songpu rushed out of the shop and ran around the street aimlessly.

"Neurotic!" The landlady scolded Lang Songpu's back and turned around and returned to the store.

Lang Songpu ran and ran, but the eyes of the innocent monk were red, and his distorted face was always dangling in front of him. At this moment, a thought welled up in Lang Songpu's belly and welled up in his heart, and that was (revenge!) ）