Incense money from flower and bird shop

"Do you know the method of taking pictures?"

The method of taking pictures, as the name suggests, is to leave images for people. In ancient times, there were paintings to take pictures, and today there are pictures to make pictures.

After being mentioned by Shanshen, Ming Yan vaguely guessed the truth: "Back then, you wanted to seal another person in the photo to prevent him from occupying Xiao Congshuo's body?"

As soon as the mountain god let go, he dropped the photo at Ming Yan's feet, which was his tacit consent.

Ming Yan picked up the photo, and sighed with too much helplessness: "Unfortunately, you still failed."

"The little boy in the photo is just a cover-up. That person is still hiding in the depths of Xiao Congshuo's consciousness."

"If you can say such a thing, you must have met that person." The mountain god was not surprised by this, and wanting to seal the evil god in a photo is tantamount to fantasy.

More than 20 years ago, because Xiao Congshuo was still young, some of the remaining spiritual consciousness of the evil god did not dare to completely invade the fragile body of the child, so he had to choose to lie dormant.Xiao Congshuo's grandmother didn't know where she got the news that there was another person in her grandson's body, so she went up the mountain to ask the mountain god.

All the mountain god could do was try his best, and when he saw two identical boys in the photo, he also thought that the method of taking pictures had succeeded.

Knowing everything about that year, Ming Yan asked, "So, Xiao Congshuo's lack of memory is also the reason why you cast spells?"

"Yes, I sealed his memory at his grandmother's request. It's just that we were all deceived." The mountain god's ethereal voice was mixed with a faint sigh, "Stay away from him Otherwise, disaster will befall you."

Ming Yan responded to him, and for a moment, the dilapidated temple fell into deathly silence.

"Please call Xiao Congshuo." The mountain god looked out of the door and suddenly smiled, "He offered me three sticks of incense. I want to do him a favor."

When Xiao Congshuo was called in by Ming Yan, he only wanted to ask one question - where is grandma?

"Just a few days ago, she came to the mountain temple." The mountain god responded to his request and answered the question. "At that time, I was still immersed in a long sleep. I could only perceive the outside world and could not help her."

"She begged me to help her grandson again, but unfortunately, I have been too weak to take care of myself."

Xiao Congshuo seemed to see hope, and asked eagerly, "And then, where did she go?"

The mountain god replied: "I don't know what happened later."

Xiao Congshuo was disheartened as a basin of cold water poured down his head, but he was unwilling to give up the last clue: "Did she go down the mountain?"

"I can feel that she is no longer in the mountains."

After saying the last sentence, the figures on the vines suddenly dispersed, turning into firefly-like stars, gradually disappearing in the darkness.

The mountain god fell into a deep sleep again, and will completely dissipate in the world in the near future.

Ming Yan couldn't bear to look any longer, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Let's go to the police station tomorrow, maybe there will be news." Xiao Congshuo was full of worries, and walked down the mountain.

He could hardly imagine how his eighty-year-old grandmother climbed to the top of the mountain without steps step by step, and how it was difficult to go down the mountain to go home.The mountain god said that if she is not in the mountain, at least she can guarantee that she has gone down the mountain and did not fall into the ravine by mistake.

Xiao Congshuo suddenly remembered something that the mountain god refused to reveal, and became more and more curious, only now he was side-by-side with Mingyan: "What did the mountain god say to you just now?"

"It's what happened back then. If you want to know, it means that you will have to pay the price." Ming Yan was thinking, telling him everything might not be a bad thing.

Xiao Congshuo is not a flower in a greenhouse, and sooner or later he will have to face the matter of being an evil god.

Before coming here, Ming Yan was still thinking about luck, but after talking with the mountain god, he clearly realized that the matter could no longer be contained.

Xiao Congshuo's grandmother hopes that her grandson can live an ordinary and healthy life. If she tells the truth, it will be tantamount to failing the old man's painstaking efforts.

"What price?" Xiao Congshuo was not intimidated by Ming Yan's words, his eyes flashed with unusual determination, "I can accept any price, so tell me what happened back then."

Ming Yan pondered over and over again, but still didn't dare to speak out easily, so he had to make another agreement: "After I go down the mountain, I will tell you everything you want to know."

"No, I want to know right now." Xiao Congshuo grabbed Ming Yan's wrist and tightly strangled his five fingers, "Tell me, maybe we can find clues about grandma's disappearance sooner."

The tightening force on the wrist showed Xiao Congshuo's persistence, Ming Yan no longer hesitated, and made up his mind to tell him: "There is another person living in your body, to be precise, it is hidden here—— "

While speaking, Ming Yan pointed to his head, and the profound meaning was self-evident: "That person has always been with you like a shadow, living in your past, hiding in the depths of your consciousness."

"Your grandmother once wanted to use the power of the mountain god to expel this person from your body and seal it in a photo."

Ming Yan took out the photo from his coat pocket, pointed at the boys who looked like twin brothers, and said, "Unfortunately, the extra children are just a trick to deceive the mountain gods."

"Not really."

Ming Yan originally thought that Xiao Congshuo would be speechless in shock, but what he got was such an understatement.He looked over in surprise, but what he saw was a pair of eyes that were as deep as a deep pool.

Ming Yan turned pale in shock, shook off his hand, stepped back instinctively, and shouted sharply: "You are not Xiao Congshuo!"

The man smiled without saying a word, as if acquiescing to what Ming Yan said.Ming Yan asked vigilantly, "Since when did you replace him?"

To Ming Yan, this person is like a glass cover, even if he can see it with his own eyes, he can't feel a breath.Therefore, even if he had already occupied Xiao Congshuo's body, Ming Yan would not know.

"Are you afraid?" The man approached step by step, forcing Ming Yan to the edge of the cliff where he could not retreat, "I was completely awake on the way out of the mountain temple and down the mountain."

"As for Xiao Congshuo, he won't come back."

This sentence was like a slap in the face, Ming Yan did not expect that in the end, Xiao Congshuo would still be unable to be saved.From his grandmother, to the declining and dying mountain god, to himself, countless efforts have been made, but it is a pity that the bamboo basket fetches water in vain.

However, what does this person in front of him want?So patiently pretending to be Xiao Congshuo all the way, the purpose must not be that simple.

At some point, cold sweat broke out in my hands, staining the photo.Ming Yan tightened his palms, and at the moment of inspiration, he turned his hands away calmly: "Just now you said that the extra boy in the photo may not be just a cover-up."

"You are very smart." The man squinted at him, with a meaningful smile on his thin lips, "I like smart people."

"If I use the fire of Nirvana to purify the evil spirits in the photo, will Luo Hu's consciousness lose the chance to piece it together?" Ming Yan was definitely not threatening him, and the palm of his hand gradually showed fire.

"If you dare to do this, I will make you suffer forever in the raging fire." The man took another step closer, stretched out his hand towards Ming Yan, and spread out his palm, "Leave it to me."

"Sure enough, as I expected, the photos are the key." Ming Yan suddenly smiled a little, and there was a sarcasm in Fei Tiao's brows and eyes. thin photo.

"I don't know how high the sky is!"

Amidst the roar, ghost cries suddenly came from the cliff like a turbulent wave. Ming Yan glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the originally pitch-black cliff had turned into a sea of ​​flames and purgatory at some point.

Countless living souls screamed, stretched out their arms licked by the flames, and climbed the cliff in a miserable and desperate manner.

A hand that was burning with karmic fire wrapped around Ming Yan's ankle, vowing to drag him into the abyss and suffer the pain of being burned by the flames together.Ming Yan waved his hand and cut off the hands that were holding his ankles, and barely stabilized his body so as not to fall off the cliff.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, and against the firelight, he seemed to turn into a black statue: "If you kneel down and beg my forgiveness, maybe you can still have a good time."

More dead souls came one after another, burning their whole bodies with fire, twisting their bodies and climbing to Ming Yan's feet.They moaned/groaned, their bodies were covered in fire, and they all stretched out their arms towards Ming Yan.

"I am Chi Feng, destined to perish in the fire." Ming Yan tore up the photo that had already been purified, and when he loosened his palm, the paper scraps scattered, and he did not know who was ridiculing who had wasted effort.

Although he is destined to be doomed tonight, it does not mean that he will fall into Rahu's purgatory.

"However, I will not die in your karma."

While speaking, Ming Yan had already ignited the fire of Nirvana.The red phoenix who was bathed in fire suddenly appeared, reflecting the pitch-black sky into a blood-like crimson.The dead souls were frightened by the gods, and they didn't dare to take another half step forward, but they never retreated from the cliff, and just surrounded them all around.

Ming Yan turned to face the cliff, and opened his arms towards Chifeng, welcoming the death he chose by himself.In the next moment, Chi Feng's cry resounded through the mountains, and he swooped down towards Ming Yan.

Tongues of fire spread rapidly across his body, and the face that everyone once marveled at was also ruthlessly licked.Ming Yan turned around and looked at the man, with a smile on his lips: "I will come back."

Phoenix nirvana, rebirth from the ashes, death is not only the end, but also the beginning of another journey——

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Will Ming Yan hang up?Must not~