Chapter 18: What Did You Just Call Her?
Chen Yan turned her eyes and looked at Wen Yang.
Originally, seeing Wen Yang's slender body and clear temperament, I thought she was just a sister next door who was not very profound.
It wasn't until the Nine Yin Bagua Array in the basement was broken that she noticed it for the first time, and she knew how stupid her behavior was to judge people by their appearance.
In fact, she is not angry with Wen Yang, but angry with herself.
Angry that he is like this now, he can't protect anyone around him, and he watches one after another flower girls go to the road of no return.
I was even more angry that I didn't listen to my parents' dissuasion, and I had to believe in the lies and deceptions in this world to end up today.
Wen Yang sat beside Chen Yan, with the autumn moon and spring breeze in her quiet eyes, cool and clear, "Human nature is impermanent, it is rare that you can stay sober under the deep resentment." Don't try to think about painful things, there is no good but torturing yourself. ”
Chen Yan's fingertips trembled slightly, and tears hung on her eyelashes, "But what's the use, I witnessed the death of these sisters, but I don't have any ability to help them......"
Even if the Nine Yin Bagua Array has been broken now, they finally get their wish, what if they can go home and see their relatives for the last time?
People can't be resurrected after death, they have lost their youth and their lives like flowers.
And their parents will never see their children again......
Thinking of this, Chen Yan felt even more pain in her heart, buried her head in her knees, and cried silently.
Wen Yang thought of the innocent face just now, and she also felt it in her heart, but she was not like Chen Yan, but there were some uncertain emotions in her eyes.
At first, the reason she established the Daomen was just to take in the homeless children, so that they would no longer go hungry, barefoot, and be wretched creatures.
But later, with the entry of the cult into the WTO, they used the evil cult to kill living beings, and she, as the first descendant of the Daomen, had to shoulder the burden of protecting the world.
He began to teach his disciples to learn the arts, teach them to the disciples of Taoism, and let them establish Taoist temples in various places, promote Taoist culture, and eliminate evil ghosts and monsters.
But after coming to this world, she found that science is admired here, and she no longer believes in ghosts and gods, and she only regards these as gossip hotspots for those after-dinner conversations.
And those so-called decency are useless except for using their profession to deceive the common people, and insisting on treating the good as the bad to make money to 'break the disaster' for them.
Thinking of this, Wen Yang moved the idea of opening the museum.
However, as soon as this idea came to her, she thought that the silver loan currency in this world is the red hairy grandfather~
The ring that was created for Feng Lingche last time cost her more than 7 million ......
Looking at the only 3 million left in the card now, she silently put aside the matter of opening the gym.
Chen Yan on the side was still bowing her head sadly.
Wen Yang dragged her up, with a quiet smile on her face, "I think you better go and see your parents, they have been missing you very much, it's almost dawn, it's too late if you don't go~"
Chen Yan looked at her in a daze, and nodded obediently and slowly.
It wasn't until later that Wen Yang heard her say that today's smile was silently remembered in Chen Yan's heart for a long time.
……
After everyone came back and confirmed that they had filled their hearts with regrets, Wen Yang opened the reincarnation door and sent a few people away.
It's just that Chen Yan insisted on not wanting to be reincarnated, and Wen Yang couldn't resist her, so she finally agreed and threw her into the Ruyi Pure Bottle.
When he returned to the basement, Fu Shenhong was putting his arm around Zhou He's shoulders and talking about what happened when he was a child.
Seeing Wen Yang appear at the door, the faces of the two changed at the same time, realizing that the time had come to separate.
Zhou He stood up, let go of Fu Shenhong's hand, and barely squeezed out a smile that was uglier than a ghost, "Master, are you willing to listen to the story?" ”
Wen Yang looked at the hour and replied decisively, "I don't want to." ”
Zhou He: "......"
Wen Yang's gaze shifted from Zhou He to Fu Shenhong's face, and his tone was always calm, "However, I can tell you a good news." ”
Zhou He's gloomy eyes lit up again, "What's the good news?" ”
"In the next life, you will meet each other again, and then renew the previous relationship."
Hearing this, the two looked at each other, and they both saw joy from the bottom of their eyes, and the two ghost tears fell at the same time, fused together, and condensed into a pale yellow parting tear, which slowly flew into Wen Yang's hand.
A ghost tear is worth a thousand gold.
Eight drops can enter the Meng Po River.
Wen Yang was in the palm of her hand, and there was a rare hint of joy in her eyes, "That's it, for the sake of this tear, I'll listen to you," she paused for a moment, "But the time limit of the ghost gate is limited, you need to follow me back to the Yufeng Garden first." ”
……
Opening the Ghost Gate and the Reincarnation Gate consumes a lot of spiritual power.
Back in the room again, Wen Yang supported her shaking body, pressed her hand on the solid wood table, and suddenly heard the wooden table can't stand the heat and make a snorting sound, she took it away and looked at it, only to find that a small handprint was baked out of the place where it had been pressed.
“……”
She silently covered it with a tablecloth.
It seems that today we can only use spiritual power to repair the meridians......
By the time the body returned to normal body temperature, it was already dark outside.
Wen Yang was about to go out to buy a breakfast, and when he came back to eat and listen to Zhou He's story, there was a sudden knock on the door.
It's a maid in Mikazeen.
She carefully slammed the door lightly, and her tone was also very respectful, "Hello Mrs. Feng, you are ready early, do you want to eat in the room, or go to the table to eat with the old man?" ”
Mrs. Wind?
Wen Yang's eyebrows furrowed slightly, when did she become Mrs. Feng?
Living in someone else's house, and making her share of breakfast, Wen Yang felt that it was not appropriate to eat in the room, so he said to the maid, "Thank you, help me put it on the table, I'll go down in a while." ”
The maid responded, "Yes, Mrs. Wind. ”
Wen Yang: "......"
Can't you call her another way?
After not sleeping all night, Wen Yang's face was still radiant, and after washing, she changed back into her white cheongsam and walked out of the room.
As soon as she opened the door, the smell of rice wafted over, and her taste buds were opened.
thought that at this time, Feng Lingche had already gone to the company, but when she walked to the corner of the stairs, she found that he was still at home!
At this time, he was sitting at the dining table, holding a cup of coffee and a newspaper in the other hand, intently watching the news inside.
Wen Yang: "......"
It is worthy of being the boss.
The old man saw Wen Yang coming down, and hurriedly beckoned to her, "Little benefactor, come on, I don't know what flavor you like to eat, so I asked the cook to make more than 20 kinds of breakfast, you see which one you like?" ”
Feng Lingche's gaze also fell on her, only for a moment, and then moved away.
Wen Yang nodded and sat down, looking at a table full of dazzling and complete breakfasts, and for a while he didn't know where to start eating.
So I picked the one closest to me and put it in the bowl.
Then the cook standing behind her introduced her, "Mrs. Wind, this is French toast, thick slices of bread are soaked in egg mixture, and then with a delicate caramel layer, fried until slightly charred, the taste is crispy and sweet......
Feng Lingche's hand holding the vegetables paused slightly, and he looked at it with a smile, "What did you just call her?" ”