As soon as Haishi arrived, the second master suddenly frowned and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.
Seeing this, Ling Ye stretched out his hand to make a knot, and the white light slowly enveloped the second master.
The second master, who originally looked slightly ugly, calmed down in a few breaths and fell into a particularly comfortable sleep.
Ling Ye saw that the second master was getting better and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The second master has been exposed to too many things from the underworld today. Although it is not harmful to the body and helps to build the Yin life, after all, a mortal body may not be able to adapt to the sudden introduction of too much Yin energy.
If the king leaked a trace of his ghost soul at this moment and attracted some evil things to invade his body, this would be a bit troublesome.
The ugly moment had passed, and Lingye stayed for another half an hour before leaving.
The presence of the king in Fang Xiangshi is beneficial and harmless to the establishment of Yin life. If nothing unexpected happens, the king's soul and body will return to his original position in five years.
Dong Lingye is the high priest of the underworld. He can calculate the luck of thousands of people and predict the fortune of thousands of people. She can't tell what happens to Pluto.
At the same time, Uncle Chang in the next room also finished his meditation, took a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, and a faint golden light flashed past.
Uncle Chang twirled his beard, chuckled and shook his head.
The world is crazy and admires the gods, but who knows that the gods are just like the world. Who can transcend the heaven and earth and all the creatures?
The next day, Mr. Er opened his eyes at six o'clock and lay on the bed tossing and turning without feeling sleepy. He simply got up and washed himself.
Looking at himself with a scruffy beard in the mirror, the second master was really surprised.
Was it because I was too tired yesterday?
It must be so. He remembered that he went to bed very early last night and woke up feeling particularly refreshed and refreshed today.
The second master felt that last night's sleep was the most comfortable sleep he had ever had, so he decided that it would be better to be a little tired in the future.
The second master packed up and walked out of the room to find no one in the courtyard. Even Uncle Chang hadn't come out to box yet.
Looking across the way, the door to Dong Lingye's room was closed tightly. The second master was looking at it in such a trance that he didn't know what he was thinking.
After standing there for two minutes, the second master shook his head and walked towards the front hall.
Really, why am I thinking that I dreamed about Dong Lingye yesterday? He didn't dream at all, okay?
Did he dream? No.
He must be neurotic!
The second master walked to Qinghu Lake and happened to see Fu Gui jumping onto the bridge.
It was a cold and windy spring morning in the north. Xiao Fugui wore a denim jacket over his cashmere sweater. After walking a few steps, he started to sweat on his forehead.
"Good morning, Second Master!"
Fugui saw the second master in the middle of the bridge and called him at the top of his voice, then ran to the second master with a few steps.
"Second Master got up early, why don't you sleep more?"
"You've had enough sleep," the second master brushed his bangs to cool him down, "Why are you here?"
"Yesterday, sister Xi'er asked me to sell fried dough sticks this morning. I went through the back door."
When Fu Gui saw the second master playing with his hair, he felt a bit friendly. In the past, Pluto liked to tease him like this.
Fu Gui didn't have any worries when he spoke to the Second Master without seeing each other: "Do you want the Second Master to come with me?"
Before the second master could answer, Fatty Fugui hugged the second master's arm tightly and said, "Go ahead. Second master, can you bear to let your child go out alone?"
Second Master is happy, kid? You just look like a kid. If you hadn’t seen him, you might have gone out by now.
But he also wanted to go out for a walk, and he got up early anyway.
"All right."
Seeing that the second master relented, Fu Gui pushed him forward and said as he walked: "That's right. Second master, you should go out more often and get close to the grassroots to check the public sentiment, otherwise you will always be like this."
How can one who is immersed in the world know the suffering of the people at the foot of the imperial city..."
Xiao Fugui kept talking, reminding the second master of the dirty and chaotic scene at the inter-county market on the day he came.
Could it be that the fried dough sticks he will eat later will be bought from a place like this?
The second master was a little reluctant to respond. When Fu Gui opened the door, the second master tried to persuade him: "Well, let me tell you, it is better for us to make the fried dough sticks ourselves, just in case..."
"Oh, it's so troublesome to do it yourself. Just pay for it if someone else does it." Fu Gui opened the door and pulled the second master's hand out, "Let's go, let's go, we'll be gone when we get late."
The second master felt that he should change Fu Gui's money consciousness, but suddenly he thought that he was not much different from him.
Besides, Fu Gui seems to know these things better than him, right?
Forget it, the worst thing I can do is eat a few more eggs and drink an extra bowl of porridge this morning instead of eating fried dough sticks.