When she came to the seventeenth carriage, looking at the closed door and the sign hanging on it, Zhao Jing felt nervous for no reason. Look at the child in his arms, this little boy named Yang Jia looked up at a sick little face and smiled at him, his eyes were pure and did not contain any impurities.

Yue Jing hesitated more and more, such an innocent child should not understand anything, where did that warning come from?

With a fluttering mind in her heart, Zhao Jing reached out and unscrewed the door with a Do Not Disturb sign.

The door was pushed open, and in just a moment, Zhao Jing felt as if something invisible was rushing towards her. For at least three seconds, all of her senses failed. When she recovered, Zhao Jing didn't have time to comprehend what had just happened, so her eyes widened in surprise, looking at this carriage with strange passengers.

Zhao Jing, as an old railway worker who has worked for nearly six years, deals with passengers every day, what kind of life is there that she has never seen? But this time, Zhao Jing dared to bet with her chastity that she had never seen such a strange scene and such a strange passenger.

The space for the first sleeper carried only two people, a woman and a teenager.

The woman wears two nose rings on her nose, three rings on her lips, three rings on her upper lip, two rings on her lower lip, and at least seven metal rings on her left ear. Suddenly seeing such a woman is like seeing a metal dummy that clanges all over its body.

Such a person, Zhao Jing has only seen in pictures on the Internet, it is the so-called kind of ring-wearing maniac, but I didn't expect to see it here.

The woman saw Zhao Jing looking at her intently, and grinned, the smile was quite kind, and it also had a bit of Ma Daha's flavor, unlike the kind of flamboyant and ruthless alternative.

Opposite her, the young man's expression was extremely cold, and he was peeling an apple with a very old and valuable knife. His movements were slow, not like he was peeling an apple, but like he was carving some kind of carving. The long peel hung from the apple, a uniform thickness, hanging down between his legs, so thin that it was almost transparent and unbroken, and the technique was staggeringly good. What's even more strange is that no matter how the train carriage trembled, the young man's hands just didn't tremble, so smooth that Zhao Jing suspected that the weight of his hands could be calculated in tons.

The woman smiled, revealing her big scorched yellow teeth full of smoke. Zhao Jing also replied with a gentle smile, full of doubts, and continued to move forward with Yang Jia.

In the second compartment, there is only one person. An old monk with a white beard and eyebrows hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Uncanny!

Looking at the beard and long eyebrows, as well as the simple robe, Zhao Jing once thought that this kind of dress would only be seen on TV, but today she sees it.

Walking past the monk, he was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, but the moment Zhao Jing passed by, his eyes opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with wisdom that only ancient wisdom can nourish.

"Little girl. ”

"Huh?" Zhao Jing stopped, saw his bearing, couldn't help but bow to him, and said respectfully: "If you need any help, please command, sir." Belch...... Guru. ”

The monk smiled lightly, and his smile was indescribably peaceful and serene.

"Come, bend down. ”

Zhao Jing hesitated a little, and saw that the old monk's kind eyebrows were indescribably amiable, so he bent down and leaned his head close to him: "Master, what do you command, please say." ”

The old monk stretched out his fingers, and his index finger and his finger were pinched together, like holding a flower. This somewhat feminine action is done by him without the weirdness of the disobedience at all, and it is completely natural. Then he changed another movement, making Zhao Jing suddenly feel that his palm had changed into a bottle, and then changed again, which was even more strange. After the most reluctant, he raised his middle finger and flicked it lightly on Zhao Jing's forehead, and said with a smile: "Good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil." Little girl, you have a good heart, and everything will turn evil into good fortune. ”

The forehead was flicked, but it didn't hurt, it was as light as the wind blowing. None of Zhao Jing's complicated gesture changes can be understood, but she vaguely feels that it is not very simple. But those words fell into the bottom of my heart, anyway, thinking about it, it was extremely profound!

After playing Zhao Jing, the monk was looking at Yang Jia again, his calm and waveless face showed a moving look, he stretched out his hand and stroked the top of Yang Jia's head for a while, stretched out his thumb and stroked it from the top of Yang Jia's head with a movement as if he wanted to smooth out some convex marks, and said in a low voice: "All laws come from the heart, the heart is evil, the heart is good, my Buddha is compassionate!"

He smiled again and closed his eyes, as if he had settled down again.

Zhao Jing was apprehensive in her heart, but she didn't dare to come out, and continued to move forward with Yang Jia in her arms. And Yang Jia was caressed by him, his complexion was much better, he gasped a few times, and some blood appeared on his pale face.

In the third compartment, there was only one person, wearing an outdated short trench coat, sitting on a small stool by the window and reading the newspaper with his head down, and the hair on the collar of the dress had fallen off a lot. On the whole, this person is really ordinary and ordinary. But with the weirdness of the first three, Zhao Jing didn't dare to think so now, and walked past him cautiously.

In the fourth square, there were actually two Taoists, a female Taoist priest and a male Taoist priest, both of whom looked to be in their thirties.

The female Taoist priest was also closing her eyes and pretending to sleep, and Zhao Jing suddenly opened her eyes and glanced at Yang Jia when she passed by, with a layer of frost on her face, and snorted coldly: "Demon!"

Sensing her inadequacy, Zhao Jing stiffened, and subconsciously protected Yang Jia in her arms. The male Taoist priest jumped up from the lower bunk in disheveled clothes, and held the special Taoist monk's hair on the top of his head that was about to fall apart, and his obviously handsome face smiled very flirtatiously: "Ah, beautiful girl! And beautiful little dolls! Girl, where are you going? Poor Taoist surname Liu, you can call me Daoist Liu." ”

Poor surname Liu ...... What a weird introduction.

Zhao Jing frowned, this Taoist priest behaved frivolously, but it was not indecent, which made her angry. Zhao Jing has never dealt with such a special person, so she doesn't know what to do.

The Taoist priest smiled again: "Girl, what are the eight characters of the birthday? Tell it to the poor Dao, and the poor Dao will calculate whether there is a wishful husband for you." As he spoke, a pair of peach blossom eyes narrowed, a little inexplicable. ,

The female Taoist priest listened, opened her eyes again, and snorted coldly. The sound was not loud, but Zhao Jing felt that there was a thunder in her ears, and she couldn't help but tremble, her heart seemed to be pinched, and she was suddenly extremely uncomfortable.

The male Taoist priest's eyes froze, and he sang in a low voice: "Immeasurable-Guangde-"

The sound dragged on long, with a singular tone and rhythm. Zhao Jing listened to it in her ears, slowly relaxed, and the uncomfortable discomfort quickly disappeared.

After the male Taoist priest sang, he shrugged his shoulders very hippiely, and showed that frivolous smile to Zhao Jing again: "Don't pay attention to her, the Emei faction is like that, just out of the extermination master." One by one, they are unlucky, and men can't avoid them when they see them. Me, uh...... Poor Dao sat face-to-face with her for more than twenty hours, don't lose your appetite!"

Zhao Jing wanted to laugh a little, looking at the frost on the face of the exterminator and didn't dare to laugh, she nodded to the Taoist priest, thanking the reason that even she didn't quite understand - she vaguely felt that the Taoist priest was willing to do something she didn't understand just now to help her, although this kind of power was so mysterious that it was like the snort of the master, and she herself was not sure if it was true.

Mysterious and terrifying characters are not something they can afford to offend, Zhao Jing staggered the Taoist priest surnamed Liu and walked forward without squinting, and the Taoist priest shouted behind her in a long voice: "Girl, you haven't told me your eight characters yet! How about it? Are you in the mood to drink a glass of water and wine with Poor Dao after the train arrives at the station? Poor Dao pays for it!"

Water wine? This name sounds like an antique. Zhao Jing didn't dare to answer, she understood that this carriage was not simple, no matter who it was, including the child in her arms, it was weird, as if she was living in another world that she didn't understand. And that world realm is not something that you can contaminate.

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