1. Ling Silk, Lu Hai "Kunlun has undulating peaks, deep ancient forests, and beautiful scenery. At the turn of spring and summer, the mountains are covered with green trees, flowers are blooming, birds are in flocks, wild animals are in and out, and the weather is endless...

"A tour guide girl stood in front of a Taoist temple with a loudspeaker and introduced: "Not far from the source of Kunlun Mountain is the legendary place where Jiang Taigong practiced the Five Elements Dao for forty years. Yuxu Peak and Yuzhu Peak have become more beautiful over the years.

The Kunlun Spring is wrapped in plain weather and shrouded in clouds and mist. It is located on the north bank of the Kunlun River and is the largest non-freezing spring in the Kunlun Mountains. It forms the wonder of Kunlun's June Snow. The water volume is large and stable. It is said that the spring water is used by the Queen Mother of the West to brew jade liquid.

, is high-quality mineral water. Kunlun Mountain has a prominent position as the "ancestor of all mountains" in the cultural history of the Chinese nation. It is the location of the Taoist Hunyuan Sect (Kunlun Sect) dojo in the late Ming Dynasty. It is the first sacred mountain in China..."

A foreign tourist asked with great interest: "In China's Taoism, are there any real Taoist priests now?"

The tour guide smiled and said: "Of course."

"Yes, magic?" The foreign tourist was more interested and the tour guide smiled. At that moment, the look in her eyes was so intense that it was hard to see through. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like what a 21-year-old girl should have.

eyes.

"I believe there should be Taoist priests who know magic in this world."

Dang…….Dang…….

There was a distant bell ringing from the Taoist temple on the mountain, and with a squeak, the door of the Taoist temple was pushed open, and a little Taoist priest came out. He bowed to everyone first, and then said to the tour guide: "Please come in quickly, Sister Ling Silk.

Master Lu Hai is waiting."

2. Meng Jiu, Yu Ling, Jingyue "Aunt Xu, what is the name of the Feng Shui company you mentioned to me last time?" A plump man about forty years old had a worried face, and he couldn't see his son's illness well.

, and it became more and more evil, making him gradually feel that it was not an ordinary problem.

"Fan Ji Feng Shui" Aunt Xu put down the food in her hand and said with a smile: "But if you want to know it accurately, you must go to their boss. The boss's surname is Meng."

In "Feng Ji Feng Shui", Meng Jiu is tapping Erlang's legs, humming pop songs, and playing video games. Since he took over Fan Tu's only industry in the world, he has closed all the chain stores, leaving only this

A family, and moved the address to near where his company was in his previous life, hoping that Yu Ling could come here subconsciously.

His door was kicked open without scruple, causing the gossip hanging behind the door to rattle. However, Meng Jiu seemed to have been used to it for a long time. He didn't even raise his head and just sighed helplessly: "

If you keep kicking like this, I will change it to a powerful gossip and make you, a fox, hurt for three days with every kick!"

Although the action of kicking the door was rough, the people who came in were refreshing and refreshing, and they looked a bit like immortals. Jingyue rubbed her nose, frowned and said, "You smell bad here!"

"Guest's" Meng Jiu regretfully looked at the record of almost clearing the level on the screen, and finally raised his head and said: "The child was curious and dug up things he shouldn't have dug up. Why are you, a fake Taoist priest, here again?"

Jingyue chuckled and took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms: "I just got it from Lu Hai." She opened the bottle cap and a strong aroma of wine immediately wafted out.

"You are almost feeding me into an alcoholic." Meng Jiu shook his head and smiled bitterly, but he still took out two wine glasses from the cabinet, dialed the phone and ordered some cold dishes from the fast food restaurant downstairs: "He is still on Kunlun Mountain.

Cheating?"

"Yes, yes, you also know that Ling Silk's spiritual power is running low, so Lu Hai chose the beautiful place in Kunlun so that the evil creatures that Ling Silk has offended cannot sneak attack." Jingyue grabbed one.

He poured two glasses of wine, sniffed with his nose raised, and said with a smile: "This Lu Hai is the most reckless among you, but he is the most attentive to his wife... Speaking of my wife...

Didn’t you find the rain spirit?”

Meng Jiu took a sip of wine and said with a wry smile: "It's only been twenty-five years, and it has only been eleven years since I recovered my memory. How can it be so fast?"

Just as he was talking, a girl said at the door: "Is this the cold dish you want?"

"Yes..." Meng Jiu raised his head, but was stunned.

Jingyue felt something was wrong. She turned around and was stunned. That girl looked exactly like Yu Ling...

3. Du Yiyu, Feiyue This is the campus of a medical university. However, this campus does not have the gloomy atmosphere of most medical universities. Even the morgue does not have the creepy and gloomy feel.

In the anatomy classroom, the students looked at the body covered with white cloth on the autopsy table with curiosity and a little fear, but no one said a word, as if they were waiting for an extremely serious moment.

"Remember, when dissecting a corpse, you must have a calm and respectful attitude, do not be suspicious of evil spirits, and do not do anything to desecrate the deceased..." The speaker was a young and handsome man, the youngest in the school, but the best lecturer.

, whose surname is Du, Du Yiyu's Du. However, perhaps because of his years of dealing with corpses, the students always felt that this teacher was very indifferent to people, and the depth in his eyes was sometimes scary.

The white cloth was lifted, and there were a few slight sighs among the students. It was unclear whether it was fear or excitement.

The female corpse was very young, but her body became a little strange due to years of spasticity and paralysis. The lecturer saw the corpse's slightly opened eyes, inadvertently frowned slightly, and took out a square towel to cover her face.

"Let's begin," Du Yiyu said, taking out the scalpel, holding it against her throat, and slowly and forcefully slashed the blade downwards. The strange sound of the scalpel cutting through the flesh could even be clearly heard in the room.

I don't know whether it was due to the pressure in the body cavity or because it touched one of her nerves that had not yet flinched. The female corpse's belly suddenly beat violently, causing the students to cry out coldly and even screamed twice.

…

Du Yiyu raised his eyes slightly, looked at the students below, inadvertently put his hand on the head of the female corpse, and said coldly: "If you can't bear the pressure, it's best not to study forensic medicine."

After that, he continued the analysis, but added a detailed explanation...

In the family area of ​​the Medical University, several students gathered around a fashionably dressed, cheerful and sunny girl, listening to her tell the ending of the story.

"Teacher, please hurry up," a student urged. Although they were a little afraid of their lecturer, they all liked this young teacher.

Feiyue was silent for a while with a touch of sadness in her expression, then suddenly smiled brightly and said: "In the end, that person sacrificed himself and defeated all the demons in the world. The story is over."

"Master!" a female student said unwillingly: "You are fooling us! Where are those corpse painters who were sealed in the mountains? Have they broken through the seal? Has the evil demon possessed new corpses?

?That……"

"Are you making up stories for my students again?" A voice said helplessly at the door, but with a hint of doting: "They will not dare to take my class."

When Ling Silk saw Du Yiyu, she jumped up and said with a smile: "My husband is back, let's dismiss the meeting. Let's dismiss the meeting."

Several students stood up sadly and filed out of the door, but the female student still turned around unwillingly, looking at Feiyue with a hint of hope in her eyes: "Master, you said, in this world, there are really

A corpse painter? Is there really a Shura sword?"

Feiyue glanced at her husband, smiled slightly, and said slowly: "That's just a legend... Just like all myths, you can believe it, or you can regard it as a somewhat sad story..."
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