The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 104, Skinless

At this time, outside the house.Li Wei, whose soul is out of his body, and Bai Shanjun, who has turned into a girl's appearance.

On the other side, Lord Baishan turned back into a fierce tiger again, but said hehe: "Master Daoist, how was my performance just now?"

"not bad."

Li Wei looked at the Emmanuel Box beside him and smiled slightly.

"Thanks, Emmanuel Box."

The Emmanuel Treasure Box emits bursts of faint light, which seems a little daunting.

Goddesses have treasures, called Emmanuel Treasure Boxes, which can hold memories.

In this small rental house, there are memories of the 23 years Lin Xin spent with his daughter, and it is full of memories.

The memory was put into a box by Li Wei, and then put into a dream, with Bai Shanjun playing the daughter.

"Daxian, I still want to ask if it makes sense to do this?" Bai Shanjun asked suspiciously: "Her daughter has been dead for a long time, let alone her soul, and her obsessions have never been left in this world. Does it still make sense?"

"Of course it's meaningful. When she left, she took away Lin Xin's hope. Now, Pindao is just returning a small part of this hope to Lin Xin."

Li Wei turned and left, sighing slightly.

The pain of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man away is not something that I hope can be healed, I just hope that it can dispel Lin Xin's idea of ​​leaving with her daughter.

Thinking about the girl who passed away, she thought so too.

Li Wei came to a small slope.

This slope is the place where the girl is buried. It can be seen with the naked eye that there are still traces of resentment left on it.

The girl who committed suicide due to depression because of unbearable Internet violence and foul language is not without a bit of hatred for the world.

"What kind of thing is the Internet?" Bai Shanjun looked at Tupo from the side and wondered. He also knew something from the memory of the Lingguang Box just now.

"Internet?" Li Wei said after thinking for a moment: "He connects people and shortens the distance between people to the greatest extent."

"It doesn't sound bad."

"He can connect the goodwill and malice between people at the fastest speed."

Li Wei said indifferently: "So, in your opinion, from the point of view of the world, is the connection more malicious or kind? Besides, in this place, everyone still wears masks."

Bai Shanjun was speechless, it seemed that there was no answer, and it seemed that the answer was in everyone's heart.

Those netizens who raped girls on the Internet, when they saw girls committing suicide, they should still be thinking, 'I'm not the only one scolding, it's none of my business! ’ or thinking ‘I’m so guilty, I wouldn’t have scolded if I knew about it’—and then forget about it three months later and join in the scolding war and another cyberbullying and swearing.

The web is such a thing.

Li Wei didn't say much, and looked at the dirt bag on the grave, there was a little resentment left, but not much.

Not enough to form the attribute of ghosts and wraiths.

"The smell of this corpse always feels wrong." Bai Shanjun's soul body lay on the grave bag and smelled it.

Bai Shanjun, who practiced in the Taoist temple, is already a practicing tiger demon, and he also has some supernatural powers on his body. He squinted his eyes when he looked at the earthen bag, as if he could see through the earthen bag and see the bones inside.

He did 'smell' something unusual, and said immediately.

"Great Immortal! This corpse has no skin."

"Shortly after her death, the skin was peeled off!"

If there is any karma, then the last scene where Lin Xin misses her daughter is Ling Xuzi's karma.

Ma Qiangwei is a policeman who has experienced too many life and death. The victim, the perpetrator, and the victim's family can see all kinds of life.

Police and doctors are the professions that can best see all kinds of life.

Facing Lin Xin's appeal, although he was a bit defensive, he was not as entangled as Ling Xuzi.

Ling Xuzi was not. Although he also dealt with some supernatural events and watched life, most of the time in the past was still practicing on the mountain.

See, not enough.

Lin Xin's performance was like a burning fire, Ling Xuzi couldn't wait to find, find the culprit, and give Lin Xin an explanation.

It is unforgivable for her daughter to be played with her emotions wantonly even though her daughter is dead.

"Senior brother, Taoism is pure in heart, you are not good for solving the case, and it is not good for your own practice." Ling Kongzi saw the change in his brother's mood, and reminded him: "We go down the mountain to kill demons and eliminate demons for practice, not to breed demons." .”

Ling Xuzi took a deep breath, and then poured down a mouthful of ice water.

"I know. It's just that I'm a little angry."

"I'm going to the bathroom to wash my face."

There is no separate toilet here, and six or seven families in the nearby houses share one toilet.

Ling Xuzi went to the bathroom outside, wanting to wash his face, but when he just washed his face, he saw an old man with a disabled leg in the corner of his stalking.

The old man was dressed in plain clothes, his gray hair and beard looked very kind, and he was holding a lamb in his hand.

"Young boy, can you help me lead the sheep? I also want to wash my hands." The old man smiled and said kindly: "Old man, my legs and feet are inconvenient."

The old man handed Ling Xuzi the rope to lead the sheep.

Ling Xuzi didn't think there was anything wrong, and helping lead the sheep is not a big deal, he shook his head and said.

"It's okay old man, it's a matter of little effort."

"Thank you, there are not many people as warm-hearted as you now."

When Ling Xuzi led the lamb, he felt a little strange.

I felt something weird in my heart.

Logically speaking, this place is so close to the farmer's market, and an old man leading a sheep is definitely not a weird combination.

It is even said that it is too common.

But Ling Xuzi felt strange.

There was a strange stench from the disabled old man.

like a potion
Corpse. The stench of water.

The smell of chicken, duck, geese and poultry excrement in the farmer's market could have masked this smell, but now that the distance is so close, Ling Xuzi can smell something strange.

"Thank you, young man."

The old man interrupted Ling Xuzi's thoughts.

Ling Xuzi realized that the old man limped away leading the lamb.

At this moment, after Ling Xuzi pondered for a while, he followed the old man who was leading the lamb calmly.

(End of this chapter)