The predecessor did not open the wooden box, but handed it directly to Nanchen, there was no carving trace on the wooden box, but it reflected the texture of gold wires, which was particularly gorgeous and luxurious.

Nanchen looked at the wooden box and thought of the golden silk nanmu, he looked up at the old-timer, and then opened the wooden box, revealing white skulls one by one, exuding a dark white cold.

Nanchen saw these small and delicate skeletons, his face did not show panic, he stared at the skulls in the Nanmu box, and felt a scene of sadness.

His expression began to transform, from sadness to hatred.

"That's right! exactly twenty!" Nanchen, who was talking to himself, squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, he slowly closed the Nanmu box, slowly closed his eyes, and calmed the sourness that gushed out in his heart.

Xu Zhong naturally also saw the skull in the Nanmu box, his expression first burst into anger from surprise, his arms hugged his head without saying a word, and his fingers were deeply grasped in the thick short hair.

At this time, Nan Qianru walked in with the shrine in her arms, and when she saw their depressed expressions, she guessed that things were not as simple as she thought.

The senior took the shrine in Nan Qianru's hand, took out a small shrine from behind the shrine, and muttered some incantation in his mouth, and then opened the small shrine.

The small shrine contained some gold dust, which shimmered in the light, and in the light there was a golden yellow, like a soft silk, which was really difficult to find if you didn't look closely.

The old-timer still continued to chant the mantra, and the silk-like gold floated into Nanchen's Yin Hall, feeling a trace of softness falling in his heart, and the old-timer's exhortation voice came in his mind.

The spell then stopped, Nanchen didn't feel anything strange about his body, he looked at the old man and wanted to say something, biting his lip and not knowing whether to ask or not.

The old-timer obviously knew what he was going to ask, and before he could say anything, he said: "Boy, everything is about fate, you don't have to do it deliberately, you must keep in mind what you are told." ”

Raised his hand and patted the old-timer of the Nanmu box, and said again: "This opportunity is not easy to come by! Boy, you should cherish it, don't be disturbed by others, and leave the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood!"

Nanchen comprehended the guidance of his predecessors, nodded silently, his heart trembled faintly, and he said to himself: "Is it heartbeat, or heartache..."

At this moment, it was close to midnight, and the senior turned to look at Nan Qianru and his wife, sighed and said: "The old man knows the heart of being a parent, but the matter is a foregone conclusion. ”

After the senior said this, he patted Nan Qianru's shoulder, "Go back to see your father more, people live one day less, listen to his nagging, and you can also relax your heart!" Before Nan Qianru could react, the old man had disappeared without a trace.

There was a sobbing cry at the door of the study, Nan Qianru looked stunned when she heard this, and quickly got up and blurted out: "Yueling!"

Yue Ling, who was sitting by the wall, covered her face with her hands and cried and said, "Mom, Dad! I heard it, I heard it all, is it that my brother is going to that place far away!" she said that she cried even more sadly.

Nanchen walked over, picked up his sister who was sitting on the ground crying, sat on the sofa in the study, and said, "Sister, don't worry! I'm fine, I was fine last time I fell into the well, and this time I will definitely be fine!"

"Nanchen, don't lie to my sister, I understand in my heart now, what you said in your dream is true. Nan Yueling cried and said.

"Sister, when did you hear me talk in my dreams? What did I say?" Nanchen was a little confused.

"Ever since you fell into the well, you have been talking in your sleep, almost every night, in the ward, and when you go home, your parents have heard it, but your parents don't want to tell you. Nan Yueling cried and said.

Nanchen heard his sister's words and looked up at his parents, but Nan Qianru and Xu Zhong avoided speaking, Nanchen knew that his sister was telling the truth, which made him feel strange.

He didn't know what kind of dreams he had, and he didn't remember it when he woke up.

"Sister, why don't I have an impression? What did I say?" Nanchen asked confusedly.

"Nanchen, do you remember what you said when you woke up in the hospital? You said sorry Mom, what other elves, Qingyao and Xiaobai, and then these names often appeared in your dreams, and you said that you were going there to save them. Nan Yueling said with a sob.

Nanchen also had an impression of these names, but they were only vague and accidental, Nan Yueling saw that his younger brother was still confused, and then said: "I cried with my mother in the hospital all night, you should always remember!"

"Crying all night?" Nanchen said to himself, he was completely unimpressed.

"Mom, Dad, is what my sister said true?" Nanchen asked his parents again for confirmation, looking at his parents nodding silently, Nanchen was also silent.

I don't know how long it was silent, the sky was hazy and white, it was already the middle of the day, Nanchen relieved himself from his contemplation, he looked at the sleepy relatives around him, his heart was full of reluctance, I don't know if I can come back this time.

Nanchen took out his mobile phone from his pocket, took a photo with his sleeping relatives in turn, then put the phone on the desk, turned around and left the house.

There was very little traffic on the street, and a few old people who had been exercising in the morning ran past Nanchen, and the cleaning master's work was nearing the end, and Nanchen looked around to find a taxi as he walked.

"Toot, toot!" Remembering two horns behind him, Nanchen turned around and stopped the taxi.

"Master, Tianjing Guan" Nanchen hurriedly said, he had to rush to Tianjing Guan, it was already six o'clock, and there was still more than half an hour away.

Looking at Nanchen with the familiar street scene on both sides of the car, the melancholy mood has a hesitant longing. The driver drove very fast, and arrived at the parking lot of the scenic spot in half an hour, and Nanchen walked along the parking lot to the patio view.

He looked up at the patio in the mountainside, and the pavilions and pavilions that were silent in the fog were like a simple and elegant ancient carving painting, embedded in the green mountains and cypresses, attracting a large number of tourists.

Although the scenery is elegant, Nanchen's heart is full of sadness, just as he is about to walk out of the parking lot, he is attracted by the red Audi car parked on the side, isn't this the little girl's car yesterday?

Nanchen walked towards the mountain and wondered, could it be that she came to the Taoist temple to offer incense, and felt that the girl didn't look like a religious person, so she didn't want to understand it, so she walked directly towards the Tianjing Temple.

Walking to the Tianjing Spring, he also deliberately looked over there, the last time he came to play with Yang Lin and Ning Kang, he fell into the well, Nanchen did not stop and continued to walk up the mountain.

Nanchen, who stepped into the courtyard of Tianjing Temple for the first time, looked at every scene of the Taoist temple, and felt a sense of déjà vu, thinking of the words of the old-timers, could it be that he had really been here in his previous life?

The green smoke of the large incense burner outside the entrance hall rises, the incense in the view is very vigorous, and the incense in the furnace is as thick as a finger.

He stared at it, thinking that it should not be this big incense burner, and looked up at the surroundings, and the pavilion at a rockery in front of him attracted him, and then walked towards the pavilion.

Nanchen stood on the top of the pavilion and looked at the Nanshan Mountain, when a gust of wind hit, which made him shiver, and then sneezed twice.

"Oh, why are you so weak?" Nanchen's ears sounded a woman's voice, and he hurriedly looked around, but he didn't find anyone around.

"Don't look for it, I'm right next to you, you're finally here, and your figure is white!" the woman's soft voice sounded again.

Although Nanchen was a little panicked in his heart, he was diluted by the woman's soft voice, but he was surprisingly calm, and said, "Who are you?

There was no echo from the woman's ears, and Nanchen thought to himself, what was the matter? Could it be that the girl was gone?

"Girl, are you still there, why don't you speak?" he asked, a little worried.

A soft breeze bypassed, feeling that the face was like silk and like green silk, with a faint fragrance, Nanchen's soul seemed to be sublimated, and his eyes were clear.

At this time, Nanchen saw a round of outstanding Qianying in front of him, but Qianying was too pale to see her face clearly.

"Nanchen, come with me!" Qianying walked towards the east hall of the Taoist temple with jade steps, and Nanchen did not hesitate to follow Qianying and get off the pavilion.

Just when Nanchen just walked down the pavilion, there was a man's angry voice next to the rockery, which made Nanchen slow down.

"Fanbai, you are here to ask a Taoist priest to exorcise evil spirits! Where did your mother's Taoist talisman come from, don't think I don't know. The young man said with an angry face.

"Yuan Lian, you really misunderstood, Xiaojiao's illness is getting worse and worse, and she is in the intensive care unit, and my parents asked me to burn incense and pray for my sister!" a girl explained bitterly.

The voice of the woman behind him made Nanchen feel familiar, but he couldn't remember that this situation was a regular occurrence for him, and he turned to look in the direction where the voice came from.

A man with a scar grabbed the girl's wrist and said viciously: "Hmph! You also burn incense and pray for blessings, it's to ask for a talisman to ward off evil spirits! What's the matter with your Dao talisman, your family must give an explanation, otherwise you will wait to collect your sister's body!" After speaking, he dragged the girl down the mountain.

The girl was still holding a bouquet of incense in her hand, it seemed that she was going up the mountain to burn incense and pray for blessings, Nanchen thought to herself, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

Just as Nanchen was about to turn around, the girl fell to the ground with an "ouch", and the scarred man did not let go of the girl, still dragging the girl on the ground forward.

Nanchen shook his head and felt that this was over, but he had no intention of taking care of other people's affairs, turned around and walked towards the east hall, he stopped just two steps, and said to himself: "White flat boat shoes!"

Then she turned around and looked, the girl had already stood up, helplessly looking at the scattered pedestrians around her, it was breakfast time, and there were very few people in themselves, even if a few people saw it, they were frightened by the hideous scar on the man's face.

"Let go of her!" Scar's cold voice came from behind him, and Nanchen's reprimand made him stop pulling the girl's hand.

The scar man paused for a moment, turned around with a hideous face, and glared at Nanchen viciously up and down.

When the girl saw Nanchen, her face was obviously full of surprise, thinking that this was not the big color of yesterday, she didn't continue to think about it, and ran behind Nanchen with a panicked face, dodging the scar man's drag again.

The scar man is a happy person, he walked in front of Nanchen and slapped him, this posture is not to guess that he is a practitioner.

Nanchen was about to block with his arm, but he was not under his control but quickly attacked, only to hear a crisp slap sound of "pop".

The scarred man with red fingerprints on his face, his hot face was full of confusion, this kid shot so fast, he didn't even find out how he made a move, it seems that this person is not simple.

The scar man twisted his fingers and said hatefully: "Yo he! the kid still has a little kung fu, don't give you some color to see, you don't know how powerful the scar master is." ”

"Big Color, no, big brother, thank you, I misunderstood you yesterday, you don't care about it. When the girl saw the scar man pinching his fingers, she knew that he was going to use witchcraft, and she was worried that Nanchen would stop it.

"Now I know that I shouldn't care, but it's too late, how could the knife raised by Scar Ye have never been put down without seeing blood?"

Nanchen's involuntary arm waved slightly, and a whirlwind struck, and the spider-web-like miasma turned to Scar Man and pounced, accompanied by a shout of "it", Scarface turned into a black Spider-Man, and the ghost cried wolf and ran down the mountain.