Chapter 44 Little Taoist Master, please hold hands~
In the white goods shop.
Song Lan personally engraved his name on the spiritual tablet.
Pei Yuanshi was standing aside, looking surprised: "Miss Song, what are you doing?"
Is there anyone alive who would enshrine a spiritual tablet to himself?
"The spiritual position."
Song Lan took the gold powder, mixed it with cinnabar, moistened it with his pen, and traced the words "Song Lan's Spiritual Position" again.
The last stroke was settled, and the words 'Song Lan's Spiritual Position' flashed with golden light and disappeared in an instant.
Pei Yuanshi's eyes widened even more in surprise.
This spirit tablet actually contains a ray of soul consciousness!
It's the kind that can be worshiped as a Baojiaxian.
Song Lan casually threw the tablet to Liu Wu: "Get it."
"You can't break your promise if you promise something to a ghost."
"Especially the pretty boys, at least eight of them. It is best not to look the same or wear the same clothes every day."
Song Lan heyed a few times: "I like the kind of waist that is soft and strong, so I dance like the one in the tile, spinning around in circles."
She made a few gestures and was very excited.
Liu Wu immediately confirmed: "Don't worry! It will be done properly for you."
While talking, he also asked Song Lan what flowers, fresh fruits and fragrances she liked.
He really treated the matter of enshrining ‘Song Lan’ as a serious matter.
"Flowers, peonies."
"I heard that recently in the capital, a very powerful gardener lady cultivated a green peony called Lanfanghua, which is worth thousands of gold."
"Just worship that one."
"Green, beautiful."
Hearing that it was worth a thousand gold, Liu Wu's little flesh ached, but he agreed without much hesitation.
"For fresh fruits, just use citrus and peaches."
"I love eating these two."
"Add some braised elbows, I think it tastes good when I hear you talking about it."
Liu Wu took a small notebook seriously and wrote it down.
He chuckled: "That's right! My mother's elbow-grabbing is the best in the world!"
"Ms. Ghost, if you eat it, you must have eaten it for the first time, and you will want to eat it for the second time."
"When the time comes, I will ask my mother to do it for you every day!"
Song Lan nodded, very satisfied.
Pei Yuanshi listened to what the two people said and became more and more doubtful about life.
He finally couldn't help but ask: "Miss Song, could you ask Liu Langjun to enshrine this tablet for you...yourself?"
"That's right!"
Song Lan admitted frankly and did not hide anything.
"You, you, he, he, he..." Pei Yuanshi was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.
After a while, he found his voice and said: "If a living person is not dead, he should ask for longevity tablets, place them in Taoist temples or Buddhist temples, and ask people to chant sutras and pray for blessings every day."
"If you have a living person enshrining your soul like this, even if you have three pillars of incense every day, you won't receive any incense offerings."
"On the contrary, it will also shorten your life span..."
Pei Yuanshi couldn't figure it out. Song Lan didn't look like a layman, and he should have some understanding of Taoism.
How could he do something so thankless and detrimental to his destiny?
"Oh~" Song Lan didn't care very much: "I don't have such a thing as Yangshou."
She stated a fact in a calm tone.
"How can a living person not have a long life?"
Pei Yuanshi felt that Song Lan must be joking with him.
"Because I am an evil ghost."
Song Lan's lips curled up slightly: "Since the little Taoist priest knows the art of fortune telling, can't you see that?"
"This -" Pei Yuanshi heard this and looked at Song Lan seriously again.
It turned out that he couldn't understand Song Lan's numerology at all.
Strange, it was obviously not like this when he saw it before.
Song Lan chuckled twice, her voice close to people's ears: "Little Taoist Priest, you are not good at studying~"
Pei Yuanshi's eyes suddenly widened. Without him, Song Lan was not close to him at this time!
But the voice reached his ears directly, with an eerie coldness that was different from the warm breath of ordinary people.
"Do you want me to teach you, little Taoist priest?"
Song Lan chuckled a few times and became more and more addicted to teasing: "The hand-holding kind~"
Pei Yuanshi's whole body tensed up and he felt something cold, so he touched his earlobe lightly.
"~Bao~Teach~Bao~Know~"
"If you keep it, you will soon be able to enter directly and reach the hinterland."
! ! !
Pei Yuanshi's eyes widened, and then he closed them in a panic, silently reciting the Qingxin Jue.
Finally my mind became clearer.
Pei Yuanshi was about to breathe a sigh of relief and secretly opened his eyes.
Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!
Suddenly I felt something like a tentacle crawling quietly to my heart.
"Little Taoist Priest~Why is your heart beating so hard?"
The tentacles were sharp and smooth, like the rounded and slender nails of a beauty. They were tracing circles around his heart, tracing the ups and downs of his heartbeat.
"Are you panicking?"
"It's coming out soon~"
Pei Yuanshi suddenly felt a surge of blood, biting the tip of his tongue hard, and then he saw the light again on the Lingtai.
He squeezed Ziwu Jue with his hand and recited Qingxin Jue quickly in his mouth.
Fake, fake, all fake.
It was a female ghost who transformed... He must have been deeply affected by the resentment in that haunted house.
How could you blaspheme Miss Song like this?
He is really nothing!
What a waste of your reputation as a righteous disciple!
commit a sin!
What a crime!
Sin, sin!
Pei Yuanshi repented in his heart and felt ashamed to see Song Lan again.
Obviously Miss Song didn't do anything, she just stood there quietly.
What on earth is he thinking about?
Song Lan raised his eyes and glanced at Pei Yuanshi with some surprise.
Huh?
This little Taoist priest is not only innocent, but also quite decent...
She closed her eyes slightly and opened them again.
As expected, Pei Yuanshi's soul was completely clean.
Tsk~ That’s interesting, Taoist Master~
Song Lan hooked her fingers, took away the resentment surrounding Pei Yuanshi, and blew lightly.
Pei Yuanshi felt that there was suddenly a warm breath in his ears. It was no longer the cold and cold breath before, and it was completely different from that of a living person.
He paused while reciting the Qingxin Jue and subconsciously opened his eyes.
Song Lan was still standing there peacefully and beautifully as before, with a smile on his lips from time to time and soft eyebrows talking to Liu Wu.
Looking at other people, they are all busy with their own affairs.
It was as if he was the only one who heard those disturbing words just now.
Others heard nothing.
Sure enough——
It's because his Taoist heart is not strong.
Blessings are immeasurable.
Sin, oh sin, disciple is really guilty.
Pei Yuanshi confessed several times in his heart, and then he felt better.
When his mind was clear, he stepped forward and bowed to Song Lan: "I just took offense."
Song Lan:...
You don't make me look like a good person like this, little Taoist priest.
It was obviously the innocent little Taoist priest she took the initiative to tease... but the person who was teased was filled with guilt and came over to apologize to her. What kind of thing is this?
Song Lan, who had been working as a cutter for two thousand years, felt a little embarrassed after such a long absence.
So, she decided——
(End of chapter)