The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 71

"Master, what should I do?"

Ning Xingruan looked at the Taoist priest sitting on the only chair in the room, and said with a worried expression.

The Taoist chief comforted him in a gentle voice: "Since I am here this time, I will naturally help you solve the problem completely, don't worry."

Hearing what he said, the anxiety on Ning Xingruan's face dissipated, and she looked at him with reverence and trust: "Thank you, you really helped me a lot."

"Why do you and I talk about this?" The Taoist priest said with a gentle expression, "After all, we are friends, right?"

A smile appeared on Ning Xingruan's face, and he was more grateful to him in his heart. After hesitating for a while, he still told the story of being haunted by a very powerful ghost. He was afraid that if he concealed this matter, the Taoist priest would What happens when you are not prepared.

"...He doesn't seem to have any intention of hurting me, but he has been pestering me, and..." Ning Xingruan said with some embarrassment.

Daoist Chang's eyes flickered slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So, how do you want to deal with him?"

Ning Xingruan hesitated for a long time before summoning up the courage to say: "Master Daoist, if possible, can you send him to reincarnation? It must be very uncomfortable to be alone in this world..."

"Yeah..." Daoist sighed quietly, his expression seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then he put on a smile again, "Since you said so, I will try my best."

"Thank you!" Ning Xingruan didn't know what to say, so he could only sincerely thank you again, and at the same time, his heart, which had always been heavy like a stone, was relieved a lot.

Sending him to reincarnation would be considered a good result.

According to the Taoist priest's plan, if they want to completely solve the problems of Ning Xingruan, they need to find a place that is spacious and quiet enough for a ceremony that will last for several days.

Ning Xingruan looked at his small rental house, and when he was worried, the Taoist priest said again: "I have a friend who owns a villa here, and it happens that no one lives in it right now, so go to his place."

The villa of Daochang's friend is located in the Linhai area. After a brief tidying up, the two set off to the villa area. The environment in the villa area is quiet. Before they came, the friend had already contacted the housekeeper. When the two arrived, it happened to be clean up.

The Daoist priest had already prepared all the tools needed for the ceremony, found an empty room, and put away the baggage casually. The Taoist priest glanced out the window and smiled, "I will wait for the night time to come. I wonder if my little friend can accompany me." Go out and have a look, I've never been to the seaside before."

Ning Xingruan naturally readily agreed.

After leaving the villa area, the shade of the trees on both sides of the straight and remote road is connected and entangled above the head, and the road is covered with light spots like broken stars. This small town has interesting and unique attractions, although he hasn't been here for long.

Daoist looked at him with a smile in his eyes, a gust of wind blew, and a few leaves swirled and fell on Ning Xingruan's hair. He reached out and brushed off the leaves very naturally, and gently rubbed Ning Xing Nguyen's hair.

At the end of this road, there is another horizontal road. There is a fence on the side of the road, and there are steps in several gaps along the slope. Going down the steps, you will find a clean beach.

Walking forward on the wet and soft sandy beach, the blue sea stretches as far as the eye can see. The waves beat on the sandy beach layer by layer, and recede quickly without leaving any traces.

The two stepped on a few rocks closer to the sea, Ning Xingruan staggered up, turned around and smiled and stretched out his hand to the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest looked at the hand he handed over, with a gentle expression, and raised his hand to reach it.

Standing side by side on the rocks, we can see farther, but we still can't see the marginal blue even further away.

"It's spectacular." The Taoist priest exclaimed, "Do you like this place?"

Ning Xingruan nodded with a smile.

"Like living here?"

Ning Xingruan chuckled and shook his head slightly: "No matter how much I like it, it's not a place I'm familiar with. It's okay to stay for a short period of time, but it's fine if you live permanently."

He turned his head to look at the Taoist priest, and smiled again: "I live here by myself, and I don't even have a friend to accompany me out for a walk. It's boring."

The Taoist priest's eyes fell on his face, and he said softly: "Then you won't stay here. After this time, you can go back to Quzhao City."

Ning Xingruan didn't know what was going on, but when he looked at him like this, her heart softened, and she hurriedly turned her head to look at Dahai and responded indiscriminately.

The two walked casually along the beach until the sun went down, fiery red and broken gold sprinkled the sky and the sea, the gorgeous and spectacular sunset made Ning Xingruan speechless for a while.He suddenly remembered that time, when the male ghost led him to a mountain top, and the sunset he saw was as shocking as his eyes, and it was deeply imprinted in his mind, making him unforgettable.

When there was still a trace of red in the sky, the two turned and went back.

Someone brought food, and the two of them ate a little bit. After packing up, they went to the empty room in the basement.

Daoist took out a red lacquer box from the bundle he brought, opened it, and inside was a dark red and black viscous liquid.

He asked Ning Xingruan to stand in the corner, dipped a pen into the liquid in the paint box, and slowly drew some messy lines on the ground.

Ning Xingruan quietly looked at the gradually forming pattern on the ground. It wasn't until late at night that a very mysterious pattern was completely printed on the floor, and the Taoist priest got up and let out a long sigh of relief.

He took out eight cone-shaped stones of different colors from the bag, and the eight stones were easily inserted into the ground by the Taoist priest. Ning Xingruan seemed to see the bloody streamer flowing quickly along the lines of the pattern.

He blinked hard and looked over again, but everything was as usual.

The Taoist priest asked Ning Xingruan for a few strands of hair, wrapped them around a stick of incense, inserted them into the ground, then turned around and picked up the bundle, and handed it to Ning Xingruan, with an inexplicable smile: "Go and change this suit."

Ning Xingruan nodded, took the bag and went out, casually walked into the next room.

Opening the bag, the red cloth slipped out. He took out the clothes and lifted them up with his hands on the shoulders. It was a bright red robe.

The gown was embroidered with thin golden thread patterns, and Ning Xingruan could see that these patterns were somewhat similar to the pattern that Taoist priest drew on the floor of the next room.

He took off his clothes, put on his robe, and buttoned the buttons on the front.

It was a bit cold, and when he put on the clothes, he felt a strange feeling. Although the fabric was very thin, he suddenly felt heavy on his shoulders.

After getting dressed and coming back, Ning Xingruan pushed open the door and saw that the lights in the room had been turned off, and there were only two candles lit in the corner.

The candlelight was flickering, and the atmosphere in the room was a little weird.

Ning Xingruan felt uneasy, and whispered to the Taoist priest whose back was facing the door: "Taoist priest?"

The Taoist priest turned around to look at him, with a smile on his face, came over and grabbed his wrist, pulled him to the center of the room, and asked him to sit down.

Ning Xingruan sat on the ground obediently, pulled the clothes on her body, and said a little uncomfortable: "This dress looks like a wedding dress."

After speaking, he laughed a little embarrassedly.

The Taoist gave him a meaningful look, without saying a word, but took out another box of cinnabar and a fine pen from his sleeve, and pointed to Cheng Jian to cut off a lock of Ning Xingruan's hair, and then mixed it into the vellus hair.

He squatted down and gently pushed Ning Xingruan's shoulder with his hand, Ning Xingruan fell backwards.

As soon as he was lying on the ground, the cold penetrated into his skin through the thin cloth, he shivered and held back his silence.

The ground was getting colder and colder, Ning Xingruan felt as if he was lying on the thousand-year-old ice, his body began to tremble slowly, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.Turning his head to look at the Taoist priest whose back was facing him, he didn't know what he was doing, Ning Xingruan couldn't help but whispered: "Leng..."

The Taoist priest turned his head, leaned over and put his hand on his forehead, his eyes were full of pity: "Hold on, it will be fine soon."

Ning Xingruan moved his head slightly to show that he could still hold on, but his consciousness gradually became heavy with the loss of body temperature.

In a daze, he seemed to see that the breath he exhaled turned white in the air, the Taoist priest turned around, Ning Xingruan supported him and smiled at him, and then felt a hand on his chest , he looked down with difficulty, and saw Daoist Chang's slender fingers resting on the button of his collarbone, and deftly unbuttoned it.

Somewhat puzzled, he looked at Taoist priest in confusion, but saw a black and sinuous line emerging on the skin of Taoist priest's forehead.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't have the strength to ask his own question. He could only watch the streaks slowly spread down from Daochang's forehead, across the eyebrows, to the corner of his mouth, and finally sank into his collar.

What the hell is going on, how can this happen?

At this time, the Taoist leader looked more like an evil way.

He doesn't want to use himself to practice some evil skills like in the TV series, does he?

But fear is nothing but fear. Although such a thought appeared in his mind, deep down in his heart he still trusted for no reason that the person in front of him would not harm him.

What he was more afraid of was that the Taoist priest had something wrong with him in order to save him.

Consciousness was getting more and more exhausted, Ning Xingruan closed his eyes and rested for a while, until his chest felt cold, he opened his eyes again and tried to look down.

Pale fingertips touched his chest, and with a light press, a red mark was made. He heard a sigh, and then that hand landed on another button, and continued to unbutton it until all the openings on the skirt were undone. open.

Hooking the edge of the clothes with his fingers, he gently picked it up, revealing a large white chest.

Ning Xingruan was a little shy, and even wanted to stretch out his hand to pull back the slipped clothes, but unfortunately he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand, so he moved his fingers twice in the end.

"I still lost weight, remember to eat well in the future." The Taoist priest asked in a gentle voice.

Ning Xingruan moved his lips, and said in his heart, he will eat well.

The Taoist priest sighed softly, his eyes fell on his face, his eyes were deep, and when they looked at him, Ning Xingruan's eyes became hot, and then tears rolled down the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, and he couldn't stop it.

Sighing again, Daoist stretched out his hand to help him wipe his eyes, then turned his gaze away from him, and took out the cinnabar and brush just now.

The tip of the pen was stained with cinnabar and landed on Ning Xingruan, Ning Xingruan shivered from the sudden coldness.

As the Taoist priest turned his wrist, the cinnabar in the wooden box decreased one after another, Ning Xingruan felt that his body was getting colder, but he was still very tired and couldn't lift his strength.

He kept looking at the Taoist priest's face, unable to look away, and then watched the black lines on the Taoist priest's face getting more and more.

Ning Xingruan was anxious, he didn't know what these black lines were, but he instinctively felt that their appearance was definitely not a good thing for the Taoist priest.

He wanted to talk, wanted to remind the Taoist priest, and wanted him to stop drawing immediately, but he could only watch helplessly as those lines occupied half of the Taoist priest's face, forming a strange pattern.

With the appearance of these black lines, Ning Xingruan saw a flash of scarlet in Daoist Chang's eyes from time to time. He was afraid in his heart, but he couldn't even speak. Under the fright, he could only utter a weak moan. Voice.

He couldn't accept that the Taoist priest wanted to save him, but he was in danger.

The candle light jumped suddenly, the flame was weak for a moment, then slowly recovered, the light in the room then dimmed, and then slowly turned back, Ning Xingruan blinked his eyes, and when he could see the Taoist priest's face clearly again, he was really scared up.

The expression on that face was painful, as if something was suppressed, sometimes distorted and ferocious, sometimes suppressed and forbearing.

The hand holding the brush was trembling, Ning Xingruan felt the tip of the brush slide to the navel, and then stopped, and the expression on the face of the person in front of him also stopped changing.

The black eyes turned completely red, the eyebrows were raised, and the smile on his lips was evil. The Taoist priest looked at him and reached out to pinch his earlobe.

"Honey, I see you again."