Xiang Que adhered to the principle of sending Buddha to the West, and did another thing that was quite a loss, and became a psychological counselor.
Situ Ziqing, who locked himself in his room, was in a closed world alone, the room was dark with the curtains drawn, only a glimmer of light penetrated the ground, and Situ Ziqing on the ground looked far less powerful than he usually showed outside, cold and uncannibalistic.
Situ Ziqing was like a confused and weak lamb, curled up on the carpet, his head resting on his left hand, and a wine bottle in his right hand, and a second and third wine bottles scattered around her hand.
There are two situations when you can't drink much, one is when you are extremely excited, and the other is when you are extremely sad.
When people's spirits suffer a huge impact, the paralysis of alcohol does not necessarily work, because alcohol is completely consumed by people's emotions, no matter how much you drink, the more you drink, the more you think about it, and the more you drink, the less you drink.
Xiang Que came in, without attracting her attention at all, Situ Ziqing was still lying on his side on the carpet, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and then unconsciously numbly put the mouth of the bottle into his mouth.
Xiang Que crossed his legs and sat on the carpet facing her.
Situ Ziqing didn't look at him, and he didn't speak.
Xiang Que glanced to the side, there was still a whole box of red wine there, he casually pulled out a bottle from it, opened it and poured two sips, then took an empty wine bottle and put it at his feet, took out a cigarette and lit one.
Xiang Que flicked the cigarette ash into the mouth of the bottle, and suddenly said softly: "The deceased is gone, and the words of the living are actually similar to fart, right?"
That's right, that's how I feel, because the people you said this to must not have died of their father, so they are not qualified to understand you It's easy to say that you can't understand your heart, but you definitely don't feel it when you listen to it, but ······" Xiang Que picked up the wine bottle and touched the wine in Situ Ziqing's hand and said, "Then you said that everyone is dead, who are you doing this?"
In fact, I regret that I didn't accompany Mr.
Situ well when I was alive, and I regret that I couldn't stay by my side when he died, right?
Your bowels are full of repentance It's useless to be green, now, why don't I give you an idea to make up for this regret?
I'm sure I'll make up for it, I never lie to women."
In fact, there is a rule in this world, when a man says this to a woman no matter what the situation, then this guy must start cheating on women, okay.
There was a trace of fluctuation in the eyes of Situ Ziqing, who was lying down, and he glanced at it with a trace of afterglow.
Xiang Que bared his teeth and said, "I'm a Taoist priest, do you know what the concept of a Taoist priest is in China?"
It's all a small way to catch ghosts and ward off evil spirits, and a Taoist priest who is a little more awesome can communicate yin and yang, or I will let you meet your father?
” Situ Ziqing's eyes fluctuated a little obviously because of this sentence, his breathing became a little rapid, and Xiang Que, who was sitting opposite, clearly felt her longing.
This woman is too able to suppress emotions in her heart!
Xiang Que took a sip of wine and said lightly: "There must be a premise for seeing Mr.
Situ Shengyun, he died and went to the Netherworld, so if you want to see him, you naturally have to go to the Netherworld······ Or if you die, I can promise to meet him as soon as you die."
"Huh" Situ Ziqing's eyes stared fiercely at Xiang Que's body, revealing that this anger was a little suppressed.
Xiang Que lit another cigarette, smoked slowly, and then lowered his head and leaned in front of her and said, "To die or not to die?"
To see or not to see?
If you want to see him, I'll send you there, and if you don't want to die, then why do it?"
"Then have you ever died of your father," Situ Ziqing suddenly spoke.
Xiang Que smoked a cigarette, looked out the window and said: "My parents are alive, but what makes me more painful than you is that when your father is alive, you can still meet him for a meal or something, but when my parents are alive, they can't get along with them, I have been sent to the mountain since I was ten years old, and I only went down the mountain half a year ago and has been wandering outside, my master told me that I can't get along with my parents after I was ten years old in this life, do you say I'm more miserable than you?"
I only got a call on the day they died, and I could rush home to mourn······ In the past few decades, you said that I have a father and mother Is there no difference between not having a mom and dad?
You have at least had the opportunity to live under the wings of your parents, but I can only live in the memory of them."
Xiang Que took a few deep puffs of his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the bottle, and then stood up from the ground after drying most of the remaining half of the bottle.
"Miss Situ Er, since you don't want to die, then don't do it, clean up yourself, tomorrow you still have someone rushing over from the United States, you still have to receive it, think about whether your father has something unfinished to explain to you, if you don't die, just do it."
These things have been done clearly, in order to comfort his spirit in heaven, if you want to die, come to me at any time, and I will arrange it for you."
"Bang Dang" Xiang Que walked out of the room and closed the door, and Situ Ziqing drank the remaining wine in his hand.
Late that night, twelve o'clock.
The fat man came back with a disgraced face, and after entering the room, he threw a box in front of Xiang Que.
"You're right, there's a doll buried under that tombstone."
Xiang Que opened the box, and inside was a doll stained with mud, on which were written Situ Shengyun's birthday and five broken silver needles.
"Do you know this thing?"
Wang Xuanzhen said: "Stand-in puppet, I don't know much, the ancient imperial girl used a needle to prick the villain's things, especially in the Ming and Qing dynasties, the ladies and concubines in the backyard of the deep palace loved this thing the most, and the most proud of who would get her birthday and belongings and then the whole villain to the top."
Pricked, but the person who was pricked was just in unbearable pain, and it couldn't get to the point of dying" "What you said is all fur, used by the warlocks" Xiang Que pinched the doll and shook it, and said: "This is different, it is also called a stand-in puppet, but it is two concepts······ This is the secret technique of the Lingbao Sect, but as far as I know, this secret technique has disappeared for hundreds of years, and the Lingbao Sect is long gone If it exists, how can anyone still understand?
"Chinese culture is broad and profound, especially the hidden sects and Taoism, some are hidden in the mountains, some are hidden in the countryside, you don't know when there will be any awesome bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods" Wang Xuanzhen pointed to himself and said: "For example, our family, do ordinary people know about it?"
It's outrageous."