Lord Buddha, don't laugh, Madam dug your ancestral grave

Chapter 18 What did you call her just now?

Chapter 18 What did you call her just now?
Chen Yan turned her eyes to Wen Yang.

Originally seeing Wen Yang's slender figure and clear demeanor, he thought she was just a sister next door who was not very knowledgeable.

It wasn't until the Jiuyin Eight Diagrams Formation in the basement was broken and she, who was regarded as the eye of the formation, noticed it for the first time, and then she realized how stupid her behavior of judging people by appearance was.

In fact, she was not angry with Wen Yang, but angry with herself.

Angry at what she is like now, unable to protect anyone around her, watching one young girl after another go on the road of no return.

I'm even more angry that I didn't listen to my parents' dissuasion back then, and insisted on believing the lies and tricks of this world, so I ended up where I am today.

Wen Yang sat next to Chen Yan, her quiet eyes contained the autumn moon and spring breeze, cool and clear, "Human nature is impermanent, it is very rare for you to be able to stay awake under heavy resentment. Don't try to think about painful things. Apart from torturing yourself, It does no good."

Chen Yan's fingertips trembled slightly, and tears hung on her eyelashes, "What's the use? I witnessed the deaths of these sisters with my own eyes, but I don't have any ability to help them..."

Even if the Nine Yin Eight Diagrams Formation is broken now, they finally get their wish, so what if they can go home and see their relatives for the last time?
People cannot be resurrected after death, they lost their youth and their flowery life after all.

But their parents can no longer see their children...

Thinking of this, Chen Yan felt even more painful, buried her head in her knees, and wept silently.

Wen Yang thought of the innocent and innocent faces just now, and felt touched in her heart, but she was not like Chen Yan, but there were some unclear emotions in her eyes.

At first, the reason for her establishment of the Daoist Gate was just to take in the homeless children, so that they would no longer be hungry, barefoot, and be poor.

But later, with the entry of the cult, they used evil spirits to harm living beings. As the first successor of the Taoist sect, she had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting the world.

So he began to teach his apprentices to learn magic techniques, pass them on to Taoist disciples, and let them build Taoist temples in various places, promote Taoist culture, and eliminate evil ghosts at the same time.

But after she came to this world, she discovered that science is advocated here, and ghosts and gods are no longer believed, and those after-dinner conversations are only regarded as gossip hot spots.

And those so-called decent people are useless except to use their professionalism to cheat and abduct the common people, and insist on treating the good as the bad in order to make money for them to 'destroy disasters'.

Thinking of this, Wen Yang came up with the idea of ​​opening a museum.

However, as soon as this idea came up, she thought that the bank loan currency in this world is the red Mao Zedong~
The ring made for Feng Lingche last time cost her more than 7 million yuan...

Seeing that there are only 300 million left in Kari, she silently put aside the matter of opening the gymnasium.

Chen Yan at the side was still bowing her head sadly.

Wen Yang pulled her up, with a quiet smile on his face, "I think you should go and see your parents, they miss you very much, it's almost dawn, if you don't go, it will be too late~"

Chen Yan stared at her blankly, then nodded obediently and slowly.

It was not until later that Wen Yang heard from her 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 regret, Wen Yang opened the door of reincarnation and sent them away.

However, Chen Yan insisted on not wanting to be reincarnated, Wen Yang couldn't resist her, and finally agreed, and threw her into the wishful bottle.

When he returned to the basement again, Fu Chenhong was holding Zhou He's shoulders, chatting about what happened when he was a child.

Seeing Wen Yang appearing at the door, the expressions of the two of them changed at the same time, realizing that it was time to separate.

Zhou He stood up, let go of Fu Chenhong's hand, and forced a smile uglier than a ghost, "Master, would you like to listen to the story?"

Wen Yang looked at the time and answered decisively, "I don't want to."

Zhou He: "..."

Wen Yang's gaze shifted from Zhou Heping to Fu Chenhong's face, and his tone was always calm, "However, I can tell you a piece of good news."

Zhou He's dim eyes lit up again, "What's the good news?"

"You will meet each other in the next life and continue your relationship."

Hearing these words, the two looked at each other, and both saw joy from the bottom of their eyes. Two ghost tears fell at the same time, fused together, and condensed into a light yellow tear of parting, which slowly flew to Wen Yang's hand. inside.

A drop of ghost tears is worth a thousand gold.

Eight drops can enter Meng Pochuan.

Wen Yang was in the palm of her hand, and there was rare joy in her eyes, "Well, for the sake of this tear, I just listen to you." She paused for a moment, "But the time limit of the ghost gate is limited, you need to follow up first." I'm going back to Yufengyuan."

……

Opening ghost gates and reincarnation gates consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

Back in the room again, Wen Yang supported her shaking body and pressed her hands on the solid wooden table. Suddenly, the wooden table could not bear the heat and made a chirping sound. She took it away and found that the place where she pressed was baked. Made a small handprint.

"..."

She silently covered it with a tablecloth.

It seems that today I can only use spiritual power to repair the meridians...

After the body returned to normal body temperature, it was already bright outside.

Wen Yang was about to go out to buy some breakfast, and when he came back, he ate and listened to Zhou He's storytelling, when the door suddenly knocked from outside.

She is the maid of Mifuen.

She knocked on the door carefully, and said in a respectful tone, "Hello, Mrs. Feng, I'll be ready early. Would you like to eat in the room, or at the dining table to accompany the old man?"

Mrs. Wind?
Wen Yang frowned slightly, when did she become Mrs. Feng?
Living in someone else's house and making her breakfast, Wen Yang felt that it was inappropriate to eat in the room, so he said to the maid, "Thank you, put it on the dining table for me, I'll be down in a while."

The maid responded, "Okay, Mrs. Feng."

Wen Yang: "..."

Can't you call her by another name?

After not sleeping all night, Wen Yang's face was still radiant. After washing up, she changed back into her white cheongsam, and immediately walked out of the room.

As soon as the door was opened, the smell of rice wafted over, making her taste buds wide open.

I thought that Feng Lingche had already gone to the company at this time, but when she reached 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 holding a newspaper in the other hand, concentrating on the news inside.

Wen Yang: "..."

It's worthy of being the overlord.

When the old man saw Wen Yang coming down, he quickly waved to her, "Come here, little benefactor, I don't know what flavor you like, so I asked the cook to make more than 20 kinds of breakfast, which one do you like?"

Feng Lingche's gaze also fell on her, and then moved away for a moment.

Wen Yang nodded and sat down, looking at the table full of delicious breakfasts, he didn't know which one to start with.

So I picked the one closest to me and put it in the bowl.

Then I heard the chef standing behind introduce to her, "Mrs. Feng, this is French toast. Thick bread slices are fully soaked in egg liquid, and then served with a delicate caramel layer. After frying until slightly charred, the taste is crispy. Sweet and tender..."

Feng Lingche's hand holding the vegetables paused slightly, and looked over with a half-smile, "What did you call her just now?"

(End of this chapter)

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like