Ling Feng was looking at the house when Dorjee called and said that he had consulted the Living Buddha.

The Living Buddha said that what the wind spirit would become in the end depended on how the wind spirit and Yun Shan compromised with each other. If either of them does not consider the feelings of the other, it may trigger a conflict between the two souls in the body, leading to a fierce struggle. Her personality will become repetitive as a result.

"How can we help her?" Ling Feng asked anxiously.

"I invited a respected interlocutor to come over and ask him to communicate with the Wind Spirit, maybe the Wind Spirit and Yun Shan will be able to make the right choice."

"Interlocutor?" It was the first time Ling Feng had heard of such a name.

"Actually, it's what you call Mr. Yin and Yang, but this interlocutor's ability and realm are much higher than Mr. Yin and Yang, he generally doesn't catch ghosts, he just talks to ghosts, and persuades ghosts to return to where they should go through verbal communication. Unless it is an evil ghost who harms people, he will start to hunt ghosts. Dorjee explained.

"Great." Ling Feng said happily, "I hope he can come over soon, and I will arrange his food, clothing, housing and transportation." ”

"Then please. He's still busy with some things these days, and he says he doesn't know when he's going to go, but it should be soon. I left your phone number for him, and he will contact you when he arrives. You can call him Hua Dan, or Mr. Hua. "Dorjee entrusted.

"Okay."

Ling Feng was much more relieved because of this strong back-up support.

At this time, he received a call from Wenwen, urging him to ask him how he was thinking about the yacht dinner, whether he had asked Feng Ling.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about this, I'll ask right away, say hello and answer you." Ling Feng said apologetically.

He called Feng Ling and said that Wenwen invited the two of them to a yacht dinner together, did she want to go?

"You can go as you say." The Wind Spirit replied.

She thinks that the night view of the Huangpu River is very beautiful, and if she looks at it with him, it will definitely have a unique flavor.

"Okay, let's go, the night after tomorrow, you get ready, I'll pick you up then." Ling Feng replied. I was busy looking at the house for a while, and rarely went to the golf villa to see her, so it was good to take this opportunity to go out with her for a walk.

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Mr. Yin and Yang arranged the dojo in the study on the second floor.

He covered the desk with a yellow cloth, put an incense burner, and burned incense and chanted incantations day after day.

It was already the middle of the night, and he estimated that the wind spirit had fallen asleep and began to cast a spell.

He muttered to a bowl on the table, the water in the bowl stirring up a green mist.

This bowl is called a manna bowl, and it is made of bronze in the shape of a teacup, with a slightly larger mouth, and a true picture of the five mountains painted around the cup.

The water contained in it is purified by a spell and turned into "holy water".

He respectfully picked up the nectar bowl in his left hand and took the willow branch in his right hand, and quietly went out.

He took advantage of the darkness of the night to hide and no one noticed, and dipped the "holy water" inside with a willow branch and sprinkled it all around the wind spirit house.

At the same time, he kept silently reciting: "The nectar is moist, sprinkled all over the emptiness, and the degree is indulged, and it does not stagnate in the cold abyss." Come back, Yunshan! ”

Feng Ling fell asleep and began to dream again, dreaming of Liang De, sometimes looking at Liang De, Liang De suddenly became Zhen Cheng.

When she woke up the next day, she was like a different person again, she liked to tie her balls, wear earrings, wear lipstick, watch costume martial arts TV series, and her taste for eating had also changed.

On the evening of the third day, Ling Feng came to pick her up at the appointed time, and Aunt Zhang said that she was changing clothes upstairs.

When he came to the second floor, he saw her dancing in front of the mirror, dancing like she was fascinated.

He knew that when she was a child, she liked to throw her skirt very big, but he didn't know that she could dance so well, as light and graceful as a flying fairy.

When she finished jumping, he applauded and spread his arms, waiting to hug her.

But she showed a kind of reserve and coldness, and refused to come.

"What's the matter, my heart, aren't you happy?" He asked.

"No, you go down and wait, I'll come down right away."

He went downstairs a little disappointed, and the wind spirit became more and more cold to him.