"Huh?"

Ji Canghai ignored me, but handed me a clean towel to wipe my body.

I hurriedly waved my hand, "Don't, I can't stand it."

He didn't pay attention to it and continued to lean forward.

"Liu Shan won't say it, you have to wash the master's feet, and I'll wipe your body, it's nothing."

I quickly took the towel and wiped it myself: "That's his way, I can't stand it."

"Besides, I deserve to be called my master."

Ji Canghai smiled and glanced at me, "What are you ashamed of? You teach me skills, and you are my master."

The water was almost dry, and I turned around and said, "Don't come back tonight."

"And where am I going?"

I hesitated, "No, you can go to the little bungalow where you rest first and spend the night."

Ji Canghai didn't give up: "Then you have to give a reason."

"I ......"

I let out a long sigh, "I've got something dirty, and I'm going to have something wrong tonight."

"Eighty percent? Isn't it okay to have 20 percent?"

I made him laugh angrily, "Why are you tendoning?"

Until now, he hadn't even touched the body, and I really didn't know how to explain it to him.

Could it be that in his eyes, dirty things can also be killed with fists?

"Alright, don't dwell on it."

Ji Canghai was more optimistic than I thought, and sat directly beside me: "I'm not afraid of living, but I'm afraid of an egg when I'm dead?"

"I'm telling you, I'm still a child! Yang Qi is full and firepower is strong!"

I rubbed my face vigorously and smacked my teeth, "Then you remember, no matter what happens tonight, you must listen to me."

"Good!"

The chill hit, and I felt like I was about to freeze to death wrapped in the quilt.

Ji Canghai could only put me on the windowsill so that the sun could shine on me.

I peeked out the window and suddenly saw a pale-faced woman around the corner, staring at me.

A heel does not touch the ground and is a ghost!

I opened the window and looked from the east to the west, and there were at least a dozen ghosts on this path!

it!

What's the situation? Am I opening my eyes?

Soon, I dismissed this unrealistic idea, this thing is about chance.

"Whew!"

A gust of hot wind hit my face, and I couldn't help but wrap the quilt.

It's so cold.

Suddenly, I felt a burst of electricity running across my scalp.

Not only Taoist priests can see ghosts, but ordinary people can also see them in some specific environments.

One is that the body bones are relatively weak.

For example, after a miscarriage, a woman's own yang energy leaks out, resulting in the yin and yang decline in the body, and this kind of person is easy to see dirty things.

The other is the dying person.

Many people can see their ancestral relatives wandering around the house before they die.

This situation is called the yang fire gradually extinguished, and when the life lamp is extinguished, this person will be gone.

In history, Zhuge Liang used the seven-star lamp to continue his life, but in fact, what he continued was the yang fire.

I suddenly thought of the fire Moro I met in the bathroom.

At first, I was still wondering, asking why he couldn't feel the dantian fire in my body.

Now that I think about it, it all makes sense!

Just because the yin qi on my body is too heavy, so heavy that it suppresses the dantian fire!

Fuck, I'm a Taoist!

A Taoist priest, full of yin energy, this sounds like a strange story through the ages!

At this time, the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open, and Chen Jiayan broke in in with a panicked face.

Her mouth was full of anxiety.

"What's wrong with you?"

As soon as I turned around, I happened to see the dodge in Ji Canghai's eyes.

I wrapped the quilt and smiled, "If you have a cold, just take some medicine."

"Chen Qi, don't you lie and don't look at people?"

I was slightly stunned: "What do you mean?"

"You forgot, did you? I'm naturally sensitive to yin, and your house is as thick as a gas leak, and you still want to fool me?"

Tut.

Didn't get past it.

So, I'll put this matter up to a showdown.

After hearing this, Chen Jiayan thought for a while and asked, "Do you still have anything to eat?"

"That."

I pointed to the trash can, "I guess I haven't emptied it yet, right?"

Chen Jiayan rolled up his sleeves, and his snow-white forearm went directly into the trash can.

I quickly got down to the ground and pulled her away: "Oops, dirty!"

Chen Jiayan held his glasses with his wrist and picked up a bone stained with unknown hair.

"Is that it?"

I couldn't help but sigh and nodded.