"You guys.... Can you really resurrect my daughter? ”

Zhang's father asked in a hoarse voice, his tone was skeptical, but it was also full of deep desire for his daughter to be resurrected, and a temptation to do it knowing that he couldn't do it.

The dark marble floor reflected the bright light of the crystal chandelier, and in the splendid interior, Zhang's father sat on a sandalwood chair, leaning forward, and staring at the old man who claimed to be a warlock in front of him without blinking, trying to distinguish the truth of the warlock's words. Zhang's father's feet trembled slightly from excitement on the velvet carpet, and he almost broke the countless wine bottles scattered around his feet—these days, he had to numb himself with alcohol day and night because of the grief of his daughter's death and the perfunctory behavior of the school authorities. It's just that he used wine to kill his sorrows and sorrows, and he still clearly realized that the daughter he had raised for 17 years died so inexplicably.

This huge blow made him turn white overnight.

The richest man in R City, one of the best Jingrong families in the Celestial Empire, showed his old age overnight, he usually tries to be as low-key as possible, and has always believed in the principle of being kind to others, and has worked hard until now, but who would have thought that someone would bully his daughter...... Ah, what kind of persecution is that, making his daughter so desperate that she has to commit suicide to extricate herself, and after her death, she turns into a terrible ghost and makes a big fuss in the whole R City, his father is really incompetent, and he failed to protect her.

He didn't even know anything - he was only concerned about business, and he was still proud of a big order not long ago, and the news of his daughter's death instantly poured a bucket of cold water, and the joy and sorrow changed too quickly, he only felt that his hands and feet were cold, his eyes were dark, and his heart was followed by bursts of heart-wrenching and intense pain.

How should he accept it, the white-haired man sends the black-haired man cold! And the sunshine of her daughter's childhood is sweet but vivid! Can now.,..

"It's nature." The old man said firmly, and in the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of silver-gray eyes were bright. As if to prove something, he took out a piece of bright yellow paper from his pocket, and rubbed strange symbols on the paper with his withered hands, and then folded the paper into a human shape very simply, and then, the old man chanted a mantra in his mouth, pinched the trick in his hand, and on the paper, the bright yellow halo rippled around and around - the soft paper man was suddenly suspended in mid-air, suddenly stood up and jumped, in Zhang's father's stunned, it slowly stepped into the void and walked in front of Zhang's father, and the paper burned out by itself, In the midst of the black smoke, a slender girl gradually loomed - Zhang's father recognized at a glance that the girl was none other than the daughter that Zhang's father thought about day and night!

As soon as the girl landed in mid-air, she lay on her father's lap with tears in her eyes, and cried out miserably and heartbreakingly: "Father! I hate it...."

With a father, Zhang's father's tears fell instantly, and he was about to ask what the cause of her death was, but the girl suddenly disappeared, and only a crumpled piece of paper in his hand was slowly becoming charred.

Father Zhang got up instantly, and then half knelt on the ground, he said to the old man: "Master, please save my daughter!" It doesn't matter how much money it is, I'm willing! The whole Zhang Mansion will also treat you as a guest! ”

"What do you mean by this..."The old man also stood up, unusually humble and polite to help Father Zhang up, with a strange smile on his wrinkled face: "A cultivator must be compassionate, this is what my generation should do....."

Before the words were finished, a woman in white who had been silent beside the old man also walked to Zhang's father at this moment, pulling Zhang's father with a soft and delicate hand. He shook his head, trying to get rid of this strange emotion, he had seen a lot of women in the mall for many years, and he had no reason to sway his heart to this immature girl, but, for some reason, the more desperately he tried to get rid of that thought, the more he provoked an indescribable strangeness, but he didn't say anything, he got up and bowed deeply to this old and young, fairy warlock.

"Then, please wait for Mr. Zhang on July 749......"

——————Happy New Year dividing line—————— ask for collection~————————————

Cheongyu Bar.

It's daylight, it's time to close, and the sun shines through the clear glass windows, casting a golden glow.

When she woke up in early summer, it was already nine o'clock in the morning, her whole body was in tearing pain, her brain was still very groggy, indescribably tired - and when she woke up, the first time she opened her eyes, she saw Liuche with unkempt hair like a bird's nest, black circles under her eyes, lying on the side of her bed and falling asleep deeply, like a baby, the slightly undulating chest beside her seemed to have taken off all her defenses, nesting beside you without heart and lungs, quietly dreaming.

His sleeping face is very good-looking, his long eyelashes are low, laying a deep shadow, his delicate nose flutters slightly to breathe air, his thin lips are as red as begonia flowers, and he occasionally smacks his lips once or twice, muttering a sentence or two of inaudible dream words, adding a little playfulness that belongs to a teenager.....

This made Chu Xia can't help but be maternal, before this she never thought about what the word brother meant, and she was too lazy to understand it, Liuche's mother's strong entrustment, she was just perfunctory and procrastinating - but Liuche seemed to take it seriously, like a little tail, sticking to her back every minute and every second, occasionally one or two sister's calls, jerky and cautious, like seeing the abandoned beast of a relative, which makes people feel distressed.

Chu Xia stretched out his slender hand and gently stroked the young man's soft head, and his heart was inexplicably warm: the last two near-death wakes up, and the first thing I saw was this delicate boy. It's like no matter how much hurt you have, there is a person around you who will never give up, the kind of warmth that you care about, you feel really good after the wind and rain, and you have lived under the oppression of your grandfather since childhood, and you can feel this kind of love like a loved one at this time every time, how gratifying is this? The corners of her mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile: "My dear brother...."

At this moment, she no longer joked, but looked at Liuche squarely, and regarded him as her own relative, the younger brother she must protect well in this life.

Although I don't know what the deal between Liuche's mother and grandfather is, it is also very good that she will feel like a relative in this way.

And Liuche, who was asleep at that time, naturally didn't know what he was thinking at this time in early summer, if he knew that the hazy love and affection he had at the beginning were recognized as family affection by a stick in early summer, what would his heart be like? Will you smile at the sunshine in early summer, and then call sweetly: "Sister"?

I didn't want to disturb Liuche's rest, so I quietly got out of bed in early summer, put on my unfamiliar slippers, and began to look around.

It was a simple men's bedroom, with floor-to-ceiling windows that made the room look very open, dark green curtains drawn wide open and tied in light blue satin, and a few unknown green plants leaning against the head of the bed and resting on the mahogany floor. Some semi-retro and semi-avant-garde furnishings are unexpectedly harmoniously mixed and matched, and on the snow-colored wall covering, there is a cursive calligraphy and a small landscape painting, which is very meaningful and also shows the high taste of the bedroom owner.

Where is it?

Chu Xia tried hard to recall, and the last memory of Zheng Nai only stayed in a dazzling blood red, she lay down in a pool of blood and let her life pass quickly, with wide eyes but unable to perceive anything.

There was music coming from behind the door, faintly leaving.

Listening to the tune, it seems to have a feeling of Western classical tunes, Bach music.

In early summer, I opened the mahogany door and followed the faint music to a place that resembled a study.

Lifting the tasseled curtain, I saw a tall young man in a casual suit in early summer, with his back to her, leaning on the iron bookshelf on the side, as if he was seriously thinking about something. His tall body cast a shadow on the shelves.

The light in the study is not as bright as in the bedroom, as if the designer deliberately pursued a kind of study quiet, and placed the windows small and partial to create a peace that is not disturbed by the outside world.

An old-fashioned computer on the desk was playing Bach music, and a retro European-style desk lamp next to the computer was glowing dimly.

"You're here." The man spoke, but did not turn around, his voice was very hoarse, and, obviously, it was cold and cold, but it actually implied a demagogic attraction.

Early Summer couldn't help but walk in, trying to hear more clearly—and when he got closer, he realized that the man actually had black satin hair that was more beautiful and longer than a woman's, and was lightly wrapped in a azure silk headband, hidden in the deep black shadow cast by his body.

"You're—"

The man turned around, and a face that captivated the country and the city was dizzy for a while, even though the light around him was not good, but the young man's angular and handsome face still amazed every almost greedy gaze of early summer.

It's really good-looking, male and female.

She tried hard to restrain her burning gaze and almost drooled Halazi, and let her head run rapidly - this person is so familiar, the voice and appearance are so familiar, gradually, early summer can't help but overlap the man in front of her in a suit and leather shoes, with a cold and alienated temperament, and the white-clothed Taoist robe a few days ago, and the figure that is transcendent in every gesture, she can't help but be shocked and mutter: "Oh-it's you." ”

"It's me." The man smiled, it was a polite smile, a polite smile, the smile was indifferent and alienated, but it was still not as beautiful as the world, Chu Xia swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trying to suppress the slight throbbing in her heart, she pretended to be calm and watched the man take a cup from the desk with one hand, and drank tea as if no one was around.

The phoenix eyes squinted, and all the overwhelmed and pink girls in early summer were unmistakable.

"Why are you ..... here?"

"This is my home, and I'm naturally here."

"Why don't you wear a robe anymore..... Aren't you a Taoist priest of Qingyu Temple? ”

"The Taoist priest is my part-time job, and my profession is actually the owner of the Qingyu Bar."

"Qingyu Bar?" Chu Xia's mouth opened wide in surprise: "Qingyuguan is actually a bar?" To put it this way..... Ah, could it be that your usual Taoist robe is cosplay? Your real attribute is actually a two-dimensional middle two boy?! ”

"......." a certain man had a black line, and the water he drank almost squirted out, but his excellent self-cultivation still allowed him to swallow the bitter tea, and he began to explain slowly: "It's not Qingyu, but Qingyu, clear and clear, the island of the island - Qingyu Bar is actually a sub-industry of Qingyu Temple, although it is a bar, but it also carries the Taoist hope that all people who wander here are to rest on the clear island, and can take away a trace of refreshment or purity." Of course, these are all clichés, after all, the Taoist temple is not good for incense, and it is really necessary to have another source of income——"

"Well, I can understand what I said, I didn't expect you to work so hard as a Taoist priest, it turns out that I still want to be a Taoist aunt to accompany you, it doesn't seem practical....."

"........" A certain man continued to be speechless, and was choked by early summer and didn't know how to respond, to be a Taoist aunt? She dared to say it too.

"Then why am I here?" Chu Xia asked, at this time she approached a certain man very casually, not at all unfamiliar, as if they were already very familiar old friends, and sat down beside him, on a large chair in front of the desk. He was also ashamed to adjust a comfortable position, and looked at him with his back half.

This kind of self-acquaintance is really disgusting, and a certain Taoist priest resisted the urge to kick her out, and began to say in detail: "I saved you, under the bitter pleading of the young man in your room—in fact, I don't want to be nosy, your death is beneficial to me, not to mention that you yourself, in my opinion, represents the word trouble, and I hate trouble the most." ”

"Saved me?" Chu Xia immediately stood up on the chair, restrained the previous informality and took it seriously, and said "thank you" earnestly. This thank you made Mingyu raise her eyebrows slightly, and her heart was inexplicably more comfortable, it turned out that this raunchy girl also knew how to be grateful - but, does he need her gratitude? It doesn't seem to be necessary, as long as he is willing, a few times in a while, he can reap a large number of believers to thank Dade - and in fact, this is often the beginning of more troubles, because man is always insatiable, and if you help him once, he will shamelessly let you help a second time, then a third time, and a fourth time...... Endless, the most greedy.

He thought that even if the Great Heavenly Master taught and instructed him in a thousand ways, it would be impossible for him to be compassionate and do his best to benefit all sentient beings—everything has a cause and effect, and a person's tragedy is often self-inflicted.

"What about the inlay? How's she going......."

"It's all over." Mingyu replied: "I sent her to the Eastern Pure Glass Realm....."

"Why don't you send her to be reincarnated? Then, what is the Oriental Pure Glass Realm...."

"Huh." Mingyu leaned over, a handsome face deliberately approached, the early summer was almost blind, and couldn't help but be obsessed, but at this time, this handsome face said something extremely cruel to her: "I am not a spirit crosser, I don't have the ability to cross the spirit to die, and the so-called Eastern Pure Glass is just similar to the Western Pure Land of Bliss - so, I can be regarded as surpassing her." ”

"That's so grandiose, actually, you killed her—let her soul fly away, cut off from the afterlife, and not die, didn't you?"

Mingyu was silent, he saw Hatsu Xia's blackened, angry face, in fact, this was the first time he had seen Hatsu angry, usually Hatsu showed the same as ordinary people such as nymphomaniac, admiration, fear, or fear - the first time he saw a weak girl show such a resentful, angry expression to him, there were tears in his eyes, this was probably a very complex emotion, he had never seen it. But this kind of expression of not understanding others and making decisions makes him very unhappy, he does what he can and should do, why is she angry?