Jiang Rong used actions to balance the guilt in his heart. He washed and cooked meals for Zhong Kui, whom people respectfully called Mr. Ghost Hunter, and took care of the chores that Xiao Ming had done before.

Zhong Kui had too many things to deal with at the moment. The first was to go to Xiao Ming's house to see what was going on, but he couldn't tell the absurd story that happened to the three of them. He knew very well that even if he told it, no one would believe it. , the second is to send Jiang Rong to City A and inform Zhiqing that she is safe and sound now.

How did Zhong Kui know that Jiang Rong and Zhi Qing were related? The first thing she said when she woke up was that she called her adoptive father. He was stunned. After she regained consciousness, he asked about it. Zhi Zhiqing is the adoptive father Jiang Rong said.

After finding out that his old friend raised his daughter Jiang Rong, Zhong Kui was so moved. If Xiao Ming's matter hadn't been dealt with, he would have gone to City A immediately to hug this old brother. Show gratitude.

Thinking of Xiao Ming's current situation, and the need to use psychic methods to know where his soul is now, or whether it has reincarnated into that space, I can't help but think of Xu Qian and Ran Qinlai, sitting alone on the threshold of the temple in a daze For a long time, I then thought that I had not seen my old black and white friends for a long time, so I just took the opportunity to help Xiao Ming return to his soul and go see them...

At the foot of the mountain leading to Zhongkui Temple, an old boy and a young boy helped each other up the mountain. They came from a long way from Huilong Bay, and their destination was Zhongkui Temple.

The older one is Xiao Ming’s mother, and the younger one is Xiao Ming’s daughter Shasha.

"Grandma, is daddy in the temple?" Shasha, who was not familiar with worldly affairs, asked innocently.

"'Keke' should be here. If he doesn't come back, what will your mother do?"

"Grandma, I want mom and dad," Shasha mouth flattened, as if she wanted to cry.

The old man bent his waist and sighed helplessly: "Good boy, don't cry. Let's go up to the mountain and have a look. As long as your father is willing to go home and admit his mistake to your mother, she will come back."

Late autumn; the wandering geese wail, the sound is sad, raise your head and listen... It seems that you see a picture of geese flying south in the distance, the old man's eye sockets are already full of tears, trying his best to suppress the pain of missing his flesh and blood, and cast his sight towards the mountains , although I can no longer see the red leaves all over the mountain, my ears can clearly hear the sound of maple leaves fluttering like butterflies in the wind. The maple leaves suddenly open the memory valve, and the old man thinks of Xiao Ming’s favorite song in childhood. The scene of picking maple leaves and playing with them makes me yearn for it more and more. I can't bear to think about it anymore. Tears roll down my eyes. I vaguely catch a glimpse of a maple leaf, which has set thousands of mountains on fire. The corners of the earth are ablaze with red. There seems to be a kind of feeling in the center of my eyebrows. Thoughts are flowing freely.

The old man didn't know much about literacy, but he could remember the day of the month when Xiao Ming left home. When Xiao Ming left home, he remembered that it was autumn. Now that autumn has turned around again, he thought that he didn't know whether he was dead or alive. Why not? People are heartbroken.

The old man and his wife used to come to Zhongkui Temple to look for Xiao Ming, but they came again and again with high expectations and left disappointed and frustrated. The temple was still the same, but there was no one inside. I asked the villagers down the mountain, and they all said that the temple was new. They met a monk, a wandering monk who had been to their home once, but since Xiao Ming dragged Zhong Kui away on a truck, the wandering monk had never appeared in front of them again.

This is the legendary fate. Xiao Ming’s mother was also a religious person who fasted and chanted Buddha’s name. Unfortunately, because of poverty, she sold her mother’s meat to deceive others, destroying half of the good fruits she had earned through her own cultivation, and gave the wandering monks’ patience, that is, There is only one chance of meeting each other.

The old man remembered that his son's master Zhong Kui once predicted that Xiao Ming would have a big disaster. He paid attention to it and was always on guard. Who would have thought that his disaster was to repay his kindness.

Recently, the villagers have been talking a lot, saying that Xiao Ming is dead and his body seems to have been burned. The old man thinks that one-third of these comments are rumors and cannot be trusted, but his wife does not think so. She said, "There is no smoke without fire, there is no such thing as groundless rumors." In this way, under the instigation of someone with ulterior motives, she abandoned her child and returned to her parents' home in anger.

After walking and stopping all the way, the old man and the young man couldn't walk anymore, so they sat down on the stone pier to rest. A dull bell sounded, and the old man knew it was the sound of the old bell in Zhongkui Temple.

There was a bell ringing in the temple, so someone should be there. Could it be Master Ku Nai who was ringing the bell and chanting sutras? When the old man heard the bell, his spirit was lifted. He stood up tremblingly and grabbed his granddaughter. Walk.

Xiao Ming rescued Zhong Kui out of the dark barrier, but unintentionally offended the evil god. When the old and the young appeared on the top of the mountain, the evil god immediately smelled the news with his keen sense of smell.

He couldn't provoke Zhong Kui, so he could bully the weak. He pinched his five claws with a ferocious smile, as if he wanted to squeeze the lives of the old and the young between his fingers...

The old man and the young child continued to move forward. As they walked, Shasha with sharp eyes suddenly pointed in front and said to grandma: "Grandma, there is a dried eel in front of you." (Snake)

The old man who had suffered from glaucoma for many years could not see anything about dry eel. She stopped under the pull of her little granddaughter and subconsciously looked sideways in front of her, but it was in vain. She was blind and bright, and shook the wooden stick in her hand. He asked in a trembling voice: "Where is the dried eel?"

"It's right in the middle of the road," Shasha said with some fear.

"Oh," it's not a good sign that a snake is blocking the road. The old man was secretly surprised. He twisted his eyebrows and hurriedly said to his granddaughter: "Girl, let's step back for a while and go to that pier to rest."

"Grandma, you have to go back," Shasha said in confusion.

"Yes, grandma is tired and wants to take a rest,"

"Didn't we just take a break?" Shasha looked at grandma suspiciously, feeling that she was confused again.

"Be good, listen to grandma, let's go back,"

"Oh," since grandma was so stubborn, Shasha couldn't continue to insist. She supported her grandma and really retreated to the stone pier where she had been sitting before.

Zhong Kui, who was sitting on the threshold, decided to do the black and white impermanence plan in the evening, and his heart suddenly became brighter. Jiang Rong rang the bell for him and hurriedly hung the clothes to dry.

Everyone must know that the reason why they can't leave Zhong Kui's temple for the time being is because Xiao Ming has not yet returned to his soul. Isn't there a saying: "Be a monk for a day and ring the bell for a day?" Zhong Kui said to Jiang Rong; They are here. How long will it take until it's time to leave?

When the villagers at the foot of the mountain hear the bells, they can't help but look up at the Zhongkui Temple on the mountain. This is a habit and a spiritual sustenance, which is also a belief.
Chapter completed!