And the rest of the thangka doesn't even have the slightest trace of fire, grandma is a bear, this can't be a ghost fire, or this thangka is woven with refractory materials?

I turned my head and wanted to ask what the old man meant by showing such a hand, scaring me or what he wanted to do? Could it be that you think that you can bluff me with such a lame stunt and let me worship you as the evil god of Huoyun, you are too underestimate Kaiye.

I was just about to say a few words to ridicule the old man, when the old man signaled me to keep quiet, and just look at the thangka.

Looking at the old man's unfathomable face, as if "the next moment is the time to witness the miracle", I was still childlike for a while, and I thought to myself to see what tricks he was going to do.

So, I let go of my phone with my right hand in my pocket and waited to see what happened.

At this time, I saw that the old man stretched out his hands to wipe the mirror in the center of the circle, and there were words in his mouth, and after a while, the mirror was like a high-definition LCD TV, and the figures inside became clearer and clearer, and as the characters in the mirror gradually revealed the true face of Lushan, I suddenly became stunned, basically petrified.

What's going on, the characters who appeared in the mirror turned out to be Tian Qigong and Li Shu'er.

Tian Qigong and Uncle Li appeared at the same time and in the same place at the same time, what does it mean? At the same time as this question popped up in my brain, cold sweat came down the back of my neck, could it be that Tian Qigong had really died and become a ghost?

Damn, if that's the case, then we will suffer these sins in vain, and besides, the fat man and Lin Fei'er have paid such a big price, isn't this a dog biting pee bubble?? Empty joy, the old bachelor was released by the marriage dove?? Busy in vain?

As soon as I thought of this, the small universe in my heart suddenly burst into flames, I took out my mobile phone, as if carrying a brick, and stared at the old man with tears in my eyes: "Say, who the are you, what did you do to Tian Qigong?" Say it quickly, don't say that I took a picture of your big intestine, do you believe it or not? ”

The old man looked at me disappreciatively: "Little Master, I advise you to decide what to do with me after reading this influence, and if you still want to beat me and kill me at that time, listen to me." ”

Seeing this old man posing like Mrs. Jiang sitting firmly on the Diaoyu Tai, holding a handle to eat me, I was also undecided for a while, and then I thought about it, just this old man is 1.5 meters small, thin like a knife man, even if he wants to play any tricks, I must be more than enough to deal with it, so I might as well let him perform to his heart's content.

Thinking of this, I shrugged my shoulders, meaning just look at it, what else can you do.

However, at that time, I definitely didn't expect that this look would actually see the trouble along the way, which was really hated for eternity.

In the mirror, Tian Qigong and Uncle Li were talking very seriously. Looking at the background of the bottles and cans behind the two of them, it should be in the room where Uncle Li stored those soul gathering bowls in the basement of the small western-style building in Jakesh.

What do you mean, these two old ghosts are not good to stay in the underworld, why do they still run back to the small western-style building to catch up? Oh, these two old ghosts are already familiar with the path of those ghost gates in the basement, this must be a fake public benefit, and secretly ran back to the small western-style building along the trail to relax.

However, when I heard the conversation between the two of them clearly, I was suddenly blindsided.

Uncle Li: "Lao Tian, I think it's better to tell Xiao Kai and Yifei the truth, it's unfair to them." ”

Tian Qigong: "Lao Li, the current situation is so grim that we can't easily trust anyone, including the people around us. So, it is necessary to keep a tight line about the two of them, this is discipline and it is also an order. ”

In the mirror, Uncle Li looked at Tian Qigong, whose face was as heavy as water, and stopped talking. After a while, Uncle Li spoke: "Lao Tian, then I have to teach them some spells, otherwise how can they fight those evil and crooked guys, Qing (qing, Northeast dialect, meaning) waiting to be sent to death." ”

"It's okay to teach some necessary spells, but they must be within your control, and I want to remind you that the Yin Fu Divination Heart Sutra must not be taught to the two of them, to prevent them from learning the method of divination and deducing their true identities, in that case, it will be difficult for us to control the two of them."

"Lao Tian, what is the difference between you and those cult warlocks when you do this?" Uncle Li endured it for a long time, but he still couldn't help but contradict Tian Qigong.

Tian Qigong looked at Uncle Li with eyes like a knife: "When it is extraordinary, do extraordinary methods, Lao Li, I hope you don't delay the big thing because of the kindness of the woman, do you understand?" ”

"However, you can guarantee that they will never know their true identity, and once they know the truth of the matter, what will they do?"

Tian Qigong turned around, turned his back to the mirror, took a deep breath, and his voice was as cold as the white-haired wind of Layue: "If there is really such a day, you and I will get rid of the two of them with my own hands, and we must not leave a disaster." Why, you're worried that you won't be able to stop, are you? ”

Uncle Li didn't say anything, just sat on the chair in a daze.

Tian Qigong looked at the depressed Uncle Li coldly: "Old Li, let me remind you again, if you are still so indecisive and have a long love for children, sooner or later you will harm yourself, think about it." ”

After speaking, Tian Qigong turned around and slammed the door out, leaving only Uncle Li who buried his head and looked very painful in the mirror.

A few minutes later, the ring of fire was quietly extinguished, and the mirror and image disappeared with it, and the thangka, still brilliant and brilliant, did not leave a trace of smoke and fire at all.

However, at this time, I had completely lost the study of the thangka that seemed to be twisted with a fire avoidance spell, and my head was full of the words that Tian Qigong said just now.

Don't let us learn the "Yin Fu Divination Heart Sutra", don't let us know our true identity, and kill the two of us with your own hands, his uncle, this two of us, clearly refers to me and the fat man, so, what does Tian Qigong mean by these murderous words that are specifically aimed at the two of us?

What are he and Uncle Li hiding from us?

Seeing that my eyes were dilated and misty, the old man gently patted me on the shoulder: "Little Master, you know this time, you always thought that you were a great hero who stood up to the sky, but you have been using you to work for him, how sad." ”

"Fuck off, your uncle, how the fuck do I know if this thing you're doing is real or fake?" I shouted rudely at the old man, completely venting my frustration and anguish.

"All things are empty in the mirror, and all things in this life are all causes and effects in previous lives, if you know your true identity, all doubts will be solved." The old man looked at me with a sad face.

My real identity? Aren't you talking to people, talking nonsense, and talking nonsense?

Xiao Ye is also a person with an ID card, and it is written on it that Yang Xiaokai, a Chinese citizen, do I still have a double identity, an interstellar baby who was secretly sent to Earth to carry out a mission to save the world?

Your sister, can you be a little more unreliable?

"Hehe, you're still a funny little teacher, well, since you think I'm using illusion to trick you, well, you should remember what happened when you were a child, right?" The old man was not disgusted by my bad attitude, but looked at me with amusement

Soon, the mirror inside appeared on the mirror of my childhood, looking at my parents who were in the prime of life at that time to play with my sister, send us to school, and the family around the dinner table to eat happily and so on, the corners of my eyes were moist.

Damn, if I can go safe or sound this time, I, a white-eyed wolf, will go home to see my parents, and I don't know how heartbroken they will be if they know that the son who worries them is fighting for his life in hell......

Seeing that I was already intoxicated with the good memories, the old man duly extinguished the ring of fire on the thangka, and the picture disappeared.

"Little Master, you should be familiar with these memories, I guess they weren't made up at random by my little old man, right?" The old man squinted at me, and when he saw that I had acquiesced, he continued, "Since this is the case, then you should also believe the conversation between Tian Qigong and Li Shiqi just now." ”

I wiped the corners of my eyes, and instead of answering the old man's culture directly, I said to the old man with a somewhat blocked nose: "You, how did you do it?" ”

The old man bared his teeth and smiled: "The secrets are in the lamp." Actually. Everyone has a heart lamp in their hearts, and all your memories, including sweet, bitter, and spicy, will be recorded and saved by the heart lamp. However, when you lose your heart lamp, the whole person will become a mess, like a walking corpse. And I'm the one who takes care of the lost heart lamps and memories. ”

The old man in the palm of the lamp did not leave the word lamp, and my eyes were subconsciously attracted to the oil lamp at his feet. One of these oil lamps is counted as one, and the black and swarthy ones are all made in Africa, and I can't see the material or age, but they look a little familiar, as if I have seen them somewhere.

Damn, I almost bit my tongue, damn it, these oil lamps are the same ones I saw on top of the dead bodies in the tent.

No wonder I looked at these oil lamps as soon as I entered the Buddhist hall, but because I was diverted by the old man who held the lamp again and again, I didn't think about it further.

Since these oil lamps are related to corpses, then this old man who claims to be the person who holds the lamp must also have something strange.

Thinking of this, I looked up and asked irreverently, "Hey, what the hell is your oil lamp, it looks weird." ”