The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 8

"Boys holding incense have to bathe and change clothes one day in advance, and burn incense to guard the temple."

"At dusk on the second day, follow the presiding Taoist priest to worship and offer incense, welcome the mountain god tablet into the ancestral hall of the main village, guard the ancestral hall for two days, burn incense and chants before going to bed every morning, and close the ancestral hall after two days, it is over .”

Ning Xingruan's brows were full of melancholy, he thought that the boy who held the incense was just helping to pass the incense during the practice, but he didn't expect that there would be so many tedious things to do.

He regretted even more when he heard that he still had to guard the temple and the ancestral hall.

Qingxuan comforted: "Although it is a bit troublesome, let's do it bit by bit, so don't have a psychological burden."

Ning Xingruan forced a smile, thinking of guarding the mountain temple at night in a barren mountain far away from human habitation, he couldn't stop feeling anxious and anxious.

"Are you afraid? Lord Mountain God will bless you." Qingxuan's expression was inexplicable.

Ning Xingruan looked up at him, with a nervous expression, and he asked in a low voice, "Shoumiao... am I alone? Can someone be replaced? I, I may have to leave early."

Qingxuan's eyes were dark and his smile deepened. He said softly, "Good boy, don't worry, someone will accompany you."

Being called a child by Qingxuan, Ning Xingruan's expression froze for a moment, but he felt a little better when he heard that someone would accompany him.

"Relax, let's learn something else first." Qingxuan walked to him, stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeves, exposing a section of his arm, his fingers flexibly interspersed into a complex gesture.

Ning Xingruan looked at the pale and slender fingers in front of him, and was in a daze for a moment, a sense of familiarity that he couldn't grasp flashed in his mind.

He recalled carefully in a little confusion, but couldn't remember where he had seen these hands.

"What is this?" he asked.

Qingxuan looked at him sideways: "This is a handprint that can protect you."

"I'm carrying the amulet you gave me."

Ning Xingruan whispered, and showed Xuan Qing the paper bag in his palm.

"This kind of thing." Xuan Qing picked up the amulet from his palm and smiled lightly.

Then the paper bag spontaneously ignited at his fingertips and turned into a cluster of ash, which fell to the ground and disappeared.

Ning Xingruan stared at him blankly, and saw that he untied a string of beads from his wrist, took his hand, and wrapped the beads around his wrist.

The dark red and black beads are wrapped around the white and slender wrist, and the contrast between one red and one white is obvious.

"Bring it, it's better than amulets." Xuan Qing said softly, "Do you still want to learn the handprints?"

Ning Xingruan held the beads on his wrist, it was cold and smooth, but it made him feel a little more secure.

He nodded, Taoist Qingxuan kindly taught him, so he naturally wanted to learn.

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The mountain temple was empty and shady, but Ning Xingruan's cheeks were flushed, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead.

When Qingxuan formed the seal, his fingers were nimble and his movements were smooth. It looked very simple, but it was his turn but he couldn't make it.

Every time he read it again, he felt that he remembered it clearly, but when he lowered his head, he seemed to lose his memory in an instant.

Ning Xingruan blushed and looked at Qingxuan clumsily with fingers crossed in a strange gesture, feeling anxious and ashamed.

There was no trace of impatience on Qingxuan's face. He came over and held Ning Xingruan's wrist, separated his tangled hands and said: "This handprint is a bit complicated, don't worry, let's learn it in another way."

As he spoke, he walked to Ning Xingruan's right, put his left hand around the back of his neck, and clasped Ning Xingruan's left and right hands with both hands.

"You don't mind?" he said softly.

The scent of sandalwood from Qingxuan's body lingered in his nose, Ning Xingruan was in a daze again, and shook his head subconsciously, the Taoist priest took the trouble to teach him with all his heart, why would he mind.

Qingxuan's fingers inserted into the gaps between Ning Xingruan's fingers, Ning Xingruan's hands were white without any calluses, wrapped in his big pale hands, there was an indescribable visual meaning.

The soft and white fingers were at his mercy, Ning Xingruan dared not use force, for fear of hindering his movements.

"It's easy to see clearly." Hooking Ning Xingruan's little finger on the palm of his hand, he slowed down every movement, and at the same time asked Ning Xingruan carefully. , teach it again.

Ning Xingruan's attention was all on her hands, she didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest, for fear that she might make a mistake.

Qingxuan's face is sideways, Ning Xingruan's face is rosy, slightly dripping with sweat, the redness has spread to the ears, just move slightly to the right...

His eyes were deep and dark, and the corners of his mouth smiled inexplicably.

Ning Xingruan felt something lightly rubbing against his ear, causing an itch. He couldn't move his hands, so he turned his head to rub his shoulders.

However, he forgot that Daoist Qingxuan was standing next to him at this time, and as soon as he turned his head, he felt cold and soft against his earlobe, and slid to the corner of his eyes following his movements.

Startled, he blushed and quickly jumped away to apologize in a hurry.

It was so embarrassing!

Looking anxiously at Daoist Qingxuan, Ning Xingruan wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Qingxuan had a puzzled expression at first, and then he seemed to have realized it, and comforted him with a smile: "Don't be so nervous, my friend, we are both men, so why bother."

"The heart of a monk has no external objects, and he is open and frank. You don't have to be restrained when you get along with me. The inappropriateness in your eyes is just a breeze."

Ning Xingruan looked at Daoist Qingxuan who didn't care at all, quietly heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

Do you feel like you're overreacting a bit?

After Qingxuan's hands-on demonstration, he finally remembered the trick.

"Taoist, is this okay?" Ning Xingruan looked at Daoist Qingxuan expectantly, following the steps in his memory to form handprints step by step.

Qingxuan looked at his hand with deep eyes, gently twisted the fingers hanging by his side, and praised him quietly.

"Thank you, Daoist." Ning Xingruan was a little excited. After learning, he didn't just learn this handprint for self-protection, but he wanted to prove that he was a person with normal IQ and not a slow-witted fool. .

At this time, there was a burst of bluffing shouts from far outside the temple, and Ning Xinglei rushed in, and after saying hello to Qingxuan, he was able to say hello to Ning Xingruan: "Brother Xingruan, you know something happened to Mr. Chen ?"

The horrific memory that was deliberately ignored resurfaced in his mind again, Ning Xingruan's expression froze, and the blood faded from his face.The cool wind blew in from the outside, whirled in the hall and got into the collar and trousers. He shrank slightly, and subconsciously cast his eyes for help to Taoist Qingxuan who was standing aside.

Qingxuan gave him a soothing look, looked back at Ning Xinglei and said: "Little friend Ning has already learned about the old man's misfortune, he is very sad, but he has to be busy with sacrifices recently, and it is not appropriate to touch funeral matters. "

"Oh, okay." Ning Xinglei murmured twice, lowered his head and did not speak.I don't know what's going on, but when the Taoist priest looked at him, his hair was cold at the root.

It looks very gentle, why is it so scary, is this the mysterious power of Taoism?

Ning Xinglei muttered in his heart, and slowly retreated to the door, sat on the threshold and didn't want to get any closer.

Ning Xingruan was grateful in his heart, and whispered: "Thank you."

"Taoist people don't lie, I'm telling the truth." Qingxuan glanced at the person sitting at the door, his eyes were slightly cold, and said to Ning Xingruan, "Let's continue."

On the day of the ceremony, Ning Xingruan had to wear a special robe, saluted with the priests, offered incense, and finally went down the mountain with the tablet of the mountain god himself.

He imitated Qingxuan's movements, holding incense in both hands, stepping on specific steps in a specific order, turning around in a dignified manner, and then turned back to the altar.

He was sweating profusely just learning the handprints. Ning Xingruan originally thought that the ceremony to be performed by the priest would be more complicated, and he was already mentally prepared to die, but he just memorized it simply. He looked at Qing Xuan's eyes were full of unstoppable smugness.

"Very good, just need to pay attention to the details." Qingxuan smiled and motioned him to start from the first step.

Standing still, Ning Xingruan stretched out his hands to hug him. Before Ning Xingruan took the next step, a pair of hands supported his waist and gently pushed him forward.

"Stand up straight, draw your stomach in." Qingxuan's hands steadily pushed his back from the waist, slid along the sides to the shoulder blades, paused and applied force again, Ning Xingruan's back felt numb, unprepared Under it, he almost fell forward.

The hand on the back quickly reached forward, grabbed his abdomen and brought him back.Ning Xingruan stood still in a panic, and heard Qingxuan's voice behind him full of apology: "Sorry, I should remind you."

"It's okay, I didn't pay attention." Ning Xingruan said hastily.

Qingxuan chuckled and told him to stand still. He would remind him every time he corrected a point. Such thoughtfulness made Ning Xingruan feel more and more fond of him.

"Straighten your back." Put your hands on his waist.

"Shoulders are flat." Putting his hands on his shoulders and rubbing them slightly, Ning Xingruan followed his strength to let the muscles on his shoulders relax naturally.

"Raise the arm." Qingxuan's hands slid down his shoulders, lifted his arm a little, slid to the forearm, and gently pinched his forearm to correct his posture.

Seen from behind, Ning Xingruan was shrouded in Qingxuan's figure, and his posture was so abnormal that people could imagine.

However, Ning Xingruan didn't notice anything wrong. Behind him, Qingxuan had been steadily controlling the distance between the two of them. He even held his arms lightly so as not to touch him, only holding his arms with both hands.

Such a posture must be uncomfortable, Ning Xingruan turned his head slightly again and gave him a grateful look.

Qingxuan smiled back, and when the young man turned his head away, his eyes twisted for a moment, showing a slightly excited light, and the red in the depths of his eyes flashed away...

After standing in a standard posture, Ning Xingruan raised his foot to walk, but was stopped by Qingxuan again.

He squatted down, stretched out his hand to grab Ning Xingruan's calf, and slid it along the calf to the ankle, and grabbed his ankle to change the position of his foot and the pointing of the toe when it landed.

"That's right."

Ning Xingruan resisted this feeling when his calf was pinched by someone, but when he lowered his head, he saw Daoist Qingxuan pulling his taoist robe awkwardly, with a serious expression on his face, that resistance was suppressed by him again go down.

Step by step, Ning Xingruan was sweating profusely, while Qingxuan was still meticulous, correcting the details with his hands relentlessly until the last step.

With his feet on the ground, Ning Xingruan's lamentation finally came to an end. He heaved a sigh of relief, beads of sweat from his temples slid down his hair.

"Daozhang, is it okay? He can't wait to end this round of "teaching".

Qingxuan motioned him to wipe off his sweat, and said with a smile, "We'll finish after you write it down."

Ning Xingruan hurriedly tried to recall the movement he had just been corrected. It seemed that his arms and legs still had the feeling of being corrected by Qingxuan. His resistance emerged again, and his face suddenly wrinkled into a ball involuntarily. .

Daoist Qingxuan didn't care about this kind of contact because he was a member of the Taoist sect, and everything in the eyes of monks was empty.But he couldn't do it a little bit. Although he tried his best to build himself up psychologically, he still couldn't restrain the awkward feeling in his heart.

In order to avoid making mistakes again, Ning Xingruan almost used the energy of memorizing mathematical formulas in the college entrance examination room, striving to be perfect in every movement.

However, it is one thing to think, and another thing to do it. He tried his best to avoid mistakes, but slight errors were still inevitable.

When Daoist Qingxuan shouted to stop, Ning Xingruan was taken aback, and looked over with a little panic in his eyes.

Qingxuan slightly lowered his eyes to cover his eyes, he walked to Ning Xingruan with his hands behind his back, put his foot on the inside of Ning Xingruan's landing foot, hooked his foot and moved it out an inch.

"Thank you, thank you." Ning Xingruan lowered his head slightly, his ears turning red in annoyance.

Was his emotion too obvious for the Taoist priest to notice?

"Take your time, we still have time."

The gentle voice was the same as before, making Ning Xingruan both puppet and regretful, Taoist priest is such a nice person, his mind is messed up and entangled in something.

After going through it smoothly, Qingxuan finally nodded with satisfaction, signaling to Ning Xingruan that it was all right.

"Go back and have a good rest. We will go to the ancestral hall tomorrow. Your robe needs to be tailored. Remember to wear something convenient tomorrow."

Ning Xingruan saluted and thanked him, glanced at Ning Xinglei who was in a daze at the gate of the temple, and asked hesitantly, "Master Daoist, then... will I still encounter those things at night?"

Qingxuan bent slightly, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Bring a good bracelet, it will protect you."

Ning Xingruan held the bracelet, feeling at ease, and after thanking again, he and Ning Xinglei left the mountain temple.

"Brother Xingruan, do you think this Daoist priest is a bit strange?" Ning Xinglei couldn't help asking after a whole morning of silence.

Ning Xingruan let out an ah, and said doubtfully, "Master Qingxuan is very nice."

Ning Xinglei scratched his ears and cheeks, unable to express the awkward feeling in his heart with accurate language, only regretted that he had read too little and couldn't speak well.

"No, look at him just now, he moved his hands and feet. If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a Taoist robe, others would definitely have misunderstood him."

Ning Xingruan laughed, stopped and looked at him seriously and said: "Xing Lei, Daoist Qingxuan is an upright person, and he is serious in doing things like this. If you speculate about him like this, if Daoist Qingxuan finds out about him, he will die of grievance."

"Okay, I get it, anyway, as long as you know it in your own mind."

Ning Xinglei made a funny move, and said in a coquettish voice, "Anyway, boys should pay attention to safety when they go out~"

Ning Xingruan gave him a hammer amusedly.

Passing by Mr. Chen's street and seeing the white cloths pulled up on both sides of the street, both of them had sad expressions.

"That's good too... it can be regarded as being reunited with my family." Ning Xinglei sighed.

Back home in silence, Ning Xingruan ate lunch hastily, the sequelae of not sleeping all night finally broke out, and she fell asleep in bed without knowing anything.

When he woke up, it was already pitch black outside, Ning Xingruan felt like he didn't know day and night for a moment, and he was stunned for a while before realizing that he probably slept from afternoon to night.

Getting up from the bed, he yawned and walked out of the room, and saw that there was food on the table in the main room, and Ning Pingyang was guarding the table.

"Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, I didn't call you. Come quickly and eat." Ning Pingyang waved and smiled.

Ning Xingruan sat down in response, Ning Pingyang handed him the porridge covered in a porcelain bowl, and asked, "What did the Taoist master say today?"

"It's okay, don't worry." Ning Xingruan smiled with a relaxed expression.

Seeing this, Ning Pingyang nodded: "That's good, it's fine, I don't worry if it's fine."

After eating and washing up, Ning Xingruan hugged the quilt and returned to his room. Ning Pingyang repeatedly told him to call out if he had something to do, and he would definitely come over immediately.

Lying on the bed, Ning Xingruan carefully wrapped the quilt tightly, covered the back of his head, only his mouth and nose were left to breathe outside.

It was getting dark outside, and the pale moonlight shone down, covering everything in the night with a layer of gloomy white.

Ning Xingruan carefully observed the room many times while covered by the quilt. The windows were tightly closed, there was a chair behind the door, and the soft light illuminated the simple furnishings in the room, without any blind spots.

Everything reassures him.

Until a trace of coolness fell on his face without warning, he was surprised for a second, and quickly stuffed himself into the bed.

The room was silent, Ning Xingruan could only hear the sound of his own heart beating rapidly, he slowed down his breathing, afraid that something was wrong and his movement would attract the attention of the outside world.

After a long time, there was still no movement, and he began to wonder if he was sensitive again.

Quietly pulled back the quilt.The furry top of his head protruded from the inside, and he held the beads tightly, his eyes opened a slit.

Nothing, he spit it out in one breath, relaxing his tense body.

Then, a gust of cool wind got under the blanket and landed on his calf, which was cold and soft, and gently pinched his calf.