Especially when I heard the word "unjust soul", I instantly felt the urge to hit someone.

He, like Shen Yun in the past, was a staunch atheist.

What ghosts, ghosts, monsters, he doesn't believe in at all.

Even he has some distrust in our Chinese medicine and Miao medicine.

If it weren't for Xue Yan and Xian'er who had used witchcraft to treat Mr. Ma's leg injury once before, it is estimated that he would not have asked an unlicensed herbalist like us to help.

Of course, for me, it's all.

The real master of Chinese medicine will not apply for those empty certificates, and people have no time to study pharmacology, where is the time to care about your.

Like those people with superb medical skills in our Xiangxi area, the people of ten miles and eight towns have a headache in their minds, basically they can be cured by a piece of medicine, and there are no toxic side effects, where is it like any Western medicine, every day I know that the antibiotic, after the injection, the body will be immune, and the physique will only get worse and worse in the future, and it will be useless to inject again.

Of course, I won't say these to Mr. Ma at present, and it's useless to say it to him, after all, some people's habitual thinking can't be changed in a day or two, because the formation of this kind of thinking is also accumulated over time.

After he exclaimed, Shen Yun next to him patted him on the shoulder unhurriedly and reminded: "Old Ma, I said that you should not be surprised. ”

"People say it's an unjust soul, it may be an unjust soul, it's not too late for you to listen to what others say before making a conclusion."

"Anyway, I'm dozens of years old, what does this shouting look like?"

"You ......"

Mr. Ma looked at Shen Yun with some incredulity, and said in surprise: "Old Shen, you won't follow these social people for a long time, and your mind has been brainwashed, right?" ”

"You used to be a staunch atheist, but you just said that it is possible to be wronged?"

"Did I hear me right?"

"Nope."

Shen Yun shook his head calmly and responded, "You didn't hear it wrong, and I didn't say it wrong. ”

"What I want to tell you is that the set of theories that you and I used to hold on to is actually."

"Before I met Yiyang and Snow Goose, I always thought that my so-called science was the truth."

"But then I found out that the so-called science is really just pseudoscience."

"And these days, I've come to feel more and more that the end of science is theology."

"So why don't you listen to what you're saying?"

"Anyway, you don't have any other way now, if it drags on like this, how many days do you think your son can last?"

"It's better to let the family finish speaking, maybe your patience in these few minutes will be exchanged for your son's life?"

"Impossible."

Mr. Ma still shook his head insistently and denied it: "If he was poisoned or something, I might still believe it." ”

"You say he's haunted by a ghost?"

"Isn't this just empty talk?"

"My son is only a few years old, how can a child with such a pure nature invite evil spirits?"

"Even if there are evil spirits in this world, it is impossible to hurt that kind of child, right?"

"Not necessarily."

This time the person who spoke was not Wu Tianfeng, but me.

When I heard the conversation between Mr. Ma and Shen Yun, I was almost a little dumbfounded.

Is this guy surnamed Ma a tease sent by a monkey?

I really don't believe that a person in his forties can say such unobjective things.

And his insistence on atheism is even several times more terrifying than Shen Yun at the beginning.

For this reason, I patiently explained: "Mr. Ma, you don't believe that there are ghosts in the world, do you? ”

"I don't believe it."

The man surnamed Ma shook his head, still looking noncommittal.

"Good."

I nodded slightly, thinking that it was good that I brought Tianhong's purple gold gourd when I went out just now.

Now that Wang Dingkun is hiding in the gourd to cultivate, since the surname Ma doesn't believe in ghosts, then I don't mind letting Wang Dingkun come out to scare him.

After reading it, I stood up slowly, then took out the gourd from my waist unhurriedly, uncovered the yellow rune paper on the lid of the gourd, and then said loudly in front of everyone: "Wang Dingkun, Wang Dingkun, come out quickly to receive your life!" ”

"Whew......"

In the blink of an eye, after a puff of black smoke came out of the gourd mouth, Wang Dingkun's figure instantly appeared in front of my eyes.

He was less than half a meter away from me, but today he changed his clothes.

Every time he appeared before, he was almost the image of a black-clad imp.

But this time, he changed to a festive red Tang costume, and his face didn't look as pale as before, and the most important thing was that I couldn't see the ghost qi on his body now, but instead it was a faint clear qi, which looked very refreshing, and was completely inversely proportional to the previous rich ghost qi.

I vaguely seem to remember that the three elders of the Wang family once said that Wang Dingkun had absorbed the aura in the purple gourd after cultivating in the gourd because of the dissipation of the ghost qi on his body, so in the later practice, his ghost qi was completely replaced by Qingqi, and since then he is not a black-clothed ghost, but a black-clothed spirit boy.

Spirit children are a kind of thing between ghosts and spirits, they have the elegance of ghosts, and they can live on the bodies of animals to practice, which is slightly more advanced than ghosts.

If this kind of spirit boy is lucky, it is very likely that he will become a fairy child in the future.

So when I saw that Wang Dingkun didn't have a trace of ghost on his body, I was naturally very happy for him.

What's more, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I miss him a lot.

However, I was more restrained, and although I had an urge to rush over and hug him, I didn't show it.

smiled happily at him at the moment and asked, "Wang Dingkun, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?" ”

"It's good."

Wang Dingkun smiled at me and asked, "Yiyang, I haven't seen you for a while, but you have lost a lot of weight?" ”

"Have you been bothered lately?"

"Yes."

I nodded without thinking, then squinted at Mr. Ma next to him, and muttered, "How about it, I believe there are ghosts in the world now, right?" ”

"Believe what?"

Boss Ma shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly and said mockingly: "Could it be that you can convince me by saying a few strange words to the air?" ”

"My surname is Ma, and I wasn't scared since I was a child!"

"Huh?"

I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this, and instantly felt the urge to beat him up.