Jianying's thoughts went back to seven days ago, or even earlier.
One evening seven days ago, the master called him over. First he asked about Guanying's practice in the back mountain, then about the arrangements for fasting for the next few days, and finally asked about Jianying's age.
"That's all?" Guan Ying was puzzled. Is there anything worth mentioning?
"Junior brother, this shows that you still don't know Master well enough." Jianying waved her hand and asked, "Let me ask you, what kind of person do you think Master is?"
"Hate evil as much as hatred?"
"Justice awe-inspiring?"
"An old naughty boy who lives to be ninety years old and still loves to read the comic book "Young and Dangerous"?"
Guanying's answers were rejected one by one. Jianying finally smiled and gave his answer.
"Master, he is an unintentional person."
"Brother, you are talking nonsense. Master is so good to us. Others say he is a warm-hearted person. He helps others exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts for a fee. How can he be such an unintentional person?" Guan Ying opened his mouth wide and didn't even think about it. I understand what the senior brother is saying.
Jianying was still laughing, "Junior brother, Master has indeed taught you all the housekeeping skills, but that is Master's exterior, Master's interior is what he has been cultivating is 'Wuxin', so the few incomplete books you just took away are Scroll, that scroll with the word "心" was burned by Master's hand. I was beside him at the time."
"Wuxin? What is Wuxin?" Guanying still didn't understand.
"Actually, I don't understand either. I think the so-called unintentional is probably what Master often said, don't take it to heart." Jianying's eyes flashed and repeated, "Don't take it to heart, it means that there is nothing in your heart, everything is nothing." Nothingness is the way that Master wants to cultivate."
"In this case, the master must have failed in cultivation." Guanying nodded thoughtfully.
Jianying sighed, "Yes, although Master gave up the shops half a street down the mountain, the seventy-three members of his family, Miss Sun from 1863, and the blood feud with those foreigners, but In Qingyun Temple, he has two more disciples that he can't let go of."
"Senior brother, I understand what you are saying, but what does what you said have to do with my problem?" Guanying's eyes turned red after hearing this, but he couldn't help but ask.
"I just want to tell you that it is precisely because Master knows that he can't let us go, so he doesn't care much about our daily life. When he asked about this that night, he actually had more to say, but because he was unintentional, he He didn't say more, but just mentioned the last thing, he was going down the mountain to catch a big demon, and he wanted me to take good care of you in the future. "
"But since he didn't say anything, how did senior brother discover that strange thing?"
Jianying stopped rummaging and looked at Guanying, "Master cultivates Wuxin, but that night, he was very preoccupied. I have never seen Master like this. He never asked me about trivial matters in life. He just wanted to give me some money or order me to buy some daily necessities. The words he said that night were more like saying goodbye to me. I noticed something was wrong, so I looked at him twice more. Fortunately, he was a worried person. It is difficult for people to disguise themselves, so I followed his eyes intentionally or unintentionally..."
At this point, Jianying's body trembled, as if he suddenly woke up from a dream, "I remembered, I remembered that strange thing, hidden somewhere."
Guanying had never seen Jianying move so quickly. He quickly left the small room and returned to his master's bedroom.
Unlocking the door and entering the door, Jianying moved a cupboard next to Master's bed with one hand. After moving it, there was a painting hanging inside. Guanying recognized it. The painting on it was "He Xiangu's Dream Becomes an Immortal." Jianying moved the painting away. A layer of newspaper pasted on the wall inside was revealed, but the area behind the painting did not blend with the wall. I think someone added it later.
Without any hesitation, Jianying punched a hole in the wall in front of him, and then took out something from the hidden compartment in the wall.
This must be the strange thing Jianying mentioned repeatedly.
It was a rare round lacquer box. It looked a bit old. Although the Tai Chi patterns on both sides were still clear and black, they had been worn to varying degrees.
Jianying carefully opened the lacquer box, revealing the bright red interior. Guanying had never seen such a bright red color in her life. She felt her heart churn, and she involuntarily stepped back before getting closer.
In the box, there was nothing else but a few pieces of paper that looked old and yellow.
The paper head is round in shape, only the size of a dumpling wrapper, and looks very thin. When held in the hand, under the light, it has a translucent gelatinous texture, like the skin of some kind of animal.
"What kind of skin is this?" Guanying glanced at Jianying and blurted out.
"It's... hard to say." Jianying picked up a piece of paper, looked at it carefully, and was startled. Then he picked up another piece of paper, and then another. In this way, he read the three pieces of paper over and over again. Over and over again, his face became increasingly ugly.
Guan Ying also saw that the same word was written on the three skins. The handwriting was exactly the same, but the color of the handwriting was slightly different. "Is this the word 'soul'?" Brother, what is this? Soul-calming charm? Soul Talisman? Or is it some evil thing harvested by Master? "
Jianying shook his head, "I don't know what it is, but when I first saw these three words, I felt empty in my body, as if something had been taken away, and I can't remember what happened after that. Clear."
"Give me a piece of paper to look at." Guanying also picked up a piece of leather paper and put it in his hand to look at it carefully.
The character "soul" has a very strange font. It is not a traditional style, but more like a pattern.
Among the strokes, there are some dark lines that look like meridians, and some look like the subway map Guanying saw at the foot of the mountain.
"That's not right. I just saw a pattern of "Hui" here, but in the blink of an eye, it changed to this." Guanying murmured to himself, discovering something strange.
"That's the strange thing. These three characters will change." Jianying said firmly, "Although I have forgotten what these three soul characters looked like last time I saw them, there is one thing I still remember. The words, at that time, were green."
"Now, it's turned red?" Only then did Guan Ying notice the color of the three words. With this gaze, the color of the words on the leather paper in his hand changed again.
Guan Ying became excited, "There is water flowing in here!"
Jianying's tone became heavier, "This is not water, this is blood."
"Senior brother, are you saying that this is an evil thing?" Guanying took the leather paper in his hand closer to him, "But I don't feel the slightest evil spirit on it, I just Feel, feel this thing, this thing, it... it's breathing."
