Live fortune telling: Big sister will give you reincarnation at the beginning

Real world memory repository. (Anyone who posts barrages in this article will be unlucky, and in severe cases, they are bad-mouthed! It is mentioned in one stroke later, and it is not stated clearly because it is unnecessary! It is not fun to punish the barrage!)

"Damn girl, if you let me see you next time, I'll smash it. It's only three hundred yuan. I can afford the compensation."

A woman wearing a leopard-print hip-hugging skirt stood at the door of the hospital with her hands on her hips, pointing in the direction of Yan Qing and cursing angrily.

Yan Qing walked out of the hospital and looked at the traffic in the distance. He turned his head when he heard the words, and there was no emotion on his face about being scolded.

"When I look at your face, you can see that the Yintang diagonal line connects the eyebrows. If you don't restrain your temper, your marriage may not be perfect in this life."

The leopard-print woman in her thirties who was still unmarried couldn't bear to hear such words about a bad marriage, and even scolded her fiercely.

"You're a liar, you're a Taoist priest, you came out to deceive people at a young age. I don't know which old liar taught you a little liar! Today I will beat you to death for your ancestors!"

With a proud expression on her face as she was eliminating harm for the people, the woman ran in the direction of Yan Qing, her high heels clicking.

Yan Qing, who was originally calm, now had a slightly angry face, his eyes were suddenly cold, and even the small mole between his eyebrows seemed to be glowing red.

"I am the thirty-sixth generation descendant of the Great Sage, the Heavenly Lord who subdues demons and protects the Tao. You are hurting others with your harsh words and humiliating my Taoist sect. You will not be spared lightly!"

Yan Qing flipped the palm of his hand hanging by his side and circled it twice with his fingers.

"boom!"

"Ouch, my breasts! My breasts are broken!"

Passers-by of all kinds heard her shouts and rushed over to check.

I saw that the woman who was so tall just now was lying on the ground, with water stains spreading from her chest.

"What are you doing? You want to fight in front of the police. Get up!" A policeman shouted to the motionless woman lying on the ground.

"Hurry up and call 120, my chest is broken!"

A leopard-print woman running and falling on her own is wheeled into the emergency room.

The police also wanted to follow him in. Before leaving, he taught Yan Qing: "Okay, Miss Yan, you can go back. Remember not to set up this kind of...stall again."

Yan Qing only listened and did not respond. She looked up at the blue sky with an unpredictable expression.

If she doesn't set up a stall, how can she repair the crumbling courtyard of her school?

If she doesn't set up a stall, where will the twenty or so juniors and juniors below her eat meat?

If she doesn't set up a stall, the soul beast she raised that only eats spiritual energy will just disappear from the world!

In this Dharma-ending age, the Celestial Master's Sect is far away in the Qilian Mountains. The mountains are steep and steep, and they are basically isolated from the secular world. No one is willing to come to worship him.

The disciples in the sect were all picked up by the master at the foot of the mountain over the years, and there were also orphans who were thrown in front of the door by their biological parents.

I remember one time when the master went down to recruit disciples for his sect. Some people say: It is better to send children to those martial arts sects to strengthen their bodies than to take a nap in the Tianshi sect.

so. This time down the mountain, her responsibility goes beyond making money.

Chinese Taoism should not be buried in the torrent of history ~

Suddenly, the sharp sound of a car sounded. Interpret the sincere thoughts.

The police car roaring in front stopped in the open space, followed by an ambulance.

"What's going on?" The policeman next to him stopped a female nurse who came out to answer the question.

"Someone jumped off the building. Officer, step aside and don't block the door."

Adhering to the principle of not having anything to do with himself, Yan Qing was ready to leave the hospital before making plans.

But he saw the little soul that was about to disappear under the tree. He paused, thought for a moment and walked over, "If you don't reincarnate, you will disappear."

The soul under the tree is a child under six years old, with a bald head.

"Sister, can you see me? Great! Can you help me persuade my mother to stop looking for me? If you don't look for me, you won't be fooled."

Yan Qing knelt down and said, "Well...why should I help you?"

"Because sister seems to be a good person." The little bald head tilted his head and looked at Yan Qing innocently.

Yan Qing couldn't help laughing, and suddenly smiled, as if the snow-capped mountains were melting.

"This is the first time that a ghost says that I am a good person. Okay, then I will help you persuade her."

A black umbrella suddenly appeared in Yan Qing's hand, "Let's go in with my sister."

The little boy nodded happily and tentatively held Yan Qing's hand. Yan Qing was stunned for a moment and gently held it back.

"Little girl, why did you come in? What's wrong with you?" The female nurse who just saw Yan Qing walking into the emergency department asked curiously.

"As requested, can I see the patient who was brought in just now and jumped off the building?" Yan Qing said politely.

"Little girl, do you know her?" A middle-aged policeman just came out of the emergency room and heard Yan Qing ask.

The little hand in her hand tugged, "I know her. Her name is Wang Huixiang, and her son's name is Wang Xuezhi. He asked me to come here."

"What? Did you see her son? Wait here." The middle-aged policeman's face was full of surprise, and he turned around and went back.

After a while, a woman with disheveled hair and a haggard face rushed out, "Xiao Zhi, where is my Xiao Zhi?"

"Little girl, if you know the news about her son, can you tell her? He is also a poor person. He was tricked into jumping off a building in order to find his son." The policeman who followed out looked at Yan Qing and said.

Wang Huixiang's eyes were fixed on Yan Qing. With tears on her face, she ran to Yan Qing and knelt down.

"You know the news about my son, right? Tell me, please tell me. Wuwuwu... Xiaozhi, my Xiaozhi."

The little hand pulled out of Yan Qing's hand.

The little boy rushed towards his mother. He wanted to throw himself into his mother's arms like before, but he didn't want his mother to be so sad...

But it passed through her body.

Yan Qing glanced at it, withdrew his gaze, and said in a cold voice, "Aren't you curious why nothing happened after jumping from the twelfth floor?"

Yan Qing's question made everyone present very confused.

Yes, how can anyone jump from the twelfth floor and remain unscathed...

The woman suddenly raised her head and threw away Yan Qing's hand, "No, no, I don't want to know. I want Xiaozhi, I want my Xiaozhi."

Seeing her like this, Yan Qing became convinced, "Since you have a premonition in your heart, why are you willing to be fooled? Your son almost lost his soul in order to save you."

"No, you are lying, no, Xiaozhi is still alive! No, Xiaozhi, my Xiaozhi." The woman looked a little crazy. Shaking his head crazily...

"Mom. Don't cry. Don't cry. Give me a hug, Xiaozhi."

A childish voice sounded in everyone's ears, and a small, faint figure next to the woman appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The little figure held his mother weakly in his hands.

The woman looked at her son who suddenly appeared next to her, her breath stagnated, and then came the heartbreaking cry: "Xiao Zhi! My Xiao Zhi, wu wu wu, it was your mother who harmed you, Xiao Zhi! "

"You should have felt it when you jumped off the building. There was something buffering the momentum of your jumping off the building. It was your son's soul. In his desperation... he suddenly burst out of power and formed a solid body, stopping him three times."

"Each blow dilutes his soul a little bit."

Yan Qing looked at the woman in front of him expressionlessly, "If you could have stood up from the mahjong table earlier that day, he would not have died at the hands of human traffickers because of his fierce resistance."