mtlumby2d Chapter 312
Chapter 312
After saying that, Meng Tongfu turned around and continued to look at Yan Congzhi:
"What's wrong with you, is there anything I can do?"
In Meng Tongfu's opinion, Mr. Yan, who has a great reputation and a difficult-to-find background, is a truly powerful person in the world. Many people have tried to find out about his past, but they could only find out that he came from an ordinary poor family.
Everyone privately thought that the experience of the father leaving and the mother running away was just to cover up the truth. Otherwise, based on this person's ability, it must have been brought from the womb, or he must have had some adventure later.
How many people who think they are capable are unable to see the true capabilities of others.
Meng Tongfu didn't think that he could win other people's favor for no reason. He came all the way to the mountains to shape his paper man. There must be something going on that required him to focus his efforts.
Although I am a latecomer, I still have some skills.
Ni Yangzhou was listening and watching Meng Tongfu, who looked to be about 40 years old, calling his master "Your Excellency". He felt it was strange.
According to the calculations of this world, Master is thirty-two years old this year, and he really does not deserve the title of "old man".
Ni Yangzhou secretly thought, if we calculate it based on the ages of several worlds combined...
That is "your ancestor me".
Ok.
Very impressive.
No matter how wildly Ni Yangzhou fantasized, Meng Tongfu was waiting for Yan Congzhi's reply very seriously.
Yan Congzhi nodded: "I do need Master Meng Ling's help."
Ni Yangzhou came back to his senses, quickly stood up and said:
"I'm going to die soon, and I'd like to ask you to help me summon my soul!"
Meng Tongfu looked at the short-haired young man with some surprise. He had always thought that the other party was the assistant of Taoist Master Yan:
"This, summoning spirits? Uh, summoning spirits is indeed my specialty."
In the early years, Meng Tongfu used to do all kinds of work in the underworld. Later, he became very good at summoning spirits, and he became a professional and made a name for himself.
"Any special requests?"
Although he had gained some fame, summoning spirits was actually not that difficult. Anyone with a little bit of magic could do it.
Ni Yangzhou thought for a moment and said, "Nothing special, except that we don't know exactly when I will die. You have to follow us. It would be best if you can perform the ritual as soon as I die."
"After summoning the spirits..."
Although Meng Tongfu was grateful to the other party and would definitely help if he needed help, he was worried that he would not be able to do it and that something bad would happen. Summoning the soul is not difficult, and Taoist Yan should be able to do it himself. Why should he ask for help from someone who has nothing to do with him?
"Master Meng Ling does not need to worry about what happens next."
Yan Congzhi took over at the right time, took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it over:
"Thank you for your hard work. Here are the fees."
You can tell it’s not a small amount at this point, but in their line of work, the most taboo thing is not to take money.
Meng Tongfu felt guilty for collecting so much.
"That's not necessary. You saved me once!" Meng Tongfu scratched his head and said:
"If you have time, could you help me fix my body?"
This paper figure was made by the previous person. It is really good, but it has been so long, and my soul has been out of my body for three years, so it has become very dilapidated.
Although Taoist Master Yan was just patching things up casually without injecting any magic power, the effect was very good and the joints were not stuck. His skills were much more sophisticated than those of the craftsmen he had seen in the past.
After saying that, he felt that his reward was too high, so he quickly added: "If it's troublesome..."
"No trouble."
Yan Congzhi shook his head and said, "I'll do it when I get back."
Meng Tongfu smiled naively, and the person to summon the soul was decided.
Ni Yangzhou and Yan Congzhi waited for a while, and Meng Tongfu looked around to collect the remaining things, but found that as time went by, some brave children had taken everything away, and there was nothing left in the house.
The things needed for summoning the spirit were gone, so the three of them went out and drove all the way to a nearby incense and candle shop, and then they bought all the equipment.
Meng Tongfu is a single man who has no worries wherever he goes. Following this master and disciple, he can feel quite free.
In particular, this young man named Xiao Ni was very appealing to him - few ordinary people of this age could talk about life and death so easily.
Judging from what he says and does, he is much more carefree as a young man than when he was alive.
When walking, sitting or lying down, he seems more casual than Taoist Yan, willful and natural, with quite the demeanor of a hermit.
Meng Tongfu is a talkative person. He was bored sitting in the car and ignored for three years. He had just reached the age when he liked to talk.
"Xiao Ni, how did you encounter such a life-and-death catastrophe? Is there any way to break it?"
Meng Tongfu has been a ghost for more than 30 years and has experienced a lot of pain and sorrow. At this moment, he is truly thinking about the other party. Taoist Master Yan is right beside him, so maybe there is still room for him to turn around.
"The best situation after summoning the spirit is like me, able to walk and move, but limited in movement, requiring spiritual energy to nourish, without any appetite, and unable to sleep. It's not an easy road to walk."
Meng Tongfu has stayed in the good feng shui of his home for such a long time, and his energy is sufficient. One session is stronger than six sessions. However, after a long time, when his spiritual power is almost consumed, he has to go back to replenish it. Apart from living a long life, he is not as good as a human being.
Ni Yangzhou took the time to look in the rearview mirror at Meng Tongfu, who looked almost the same as a real person, except that he was wearing a small melon-shaped hat and a cloth mask. He did not reply for a moment.
Yan Congzhi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had been looking sideways at the scenery outside the window. He also turned his head at this moment and glanced at Ni Yangzhou's expression as if inadvertently.
Ni Yangzhou smiled:
"how to say?"
The past is still vivid in my mind, yet it is like passing clouds and smoke.
"It's my misfortune that this one-in-a-million-person fate has befallen me. This is a fatal disaster, and I must die. But..."
“…Actually, I’m lucky.”
Meng Tongfu saw the young man's mouth slightly raised.
"Don't I still have a master?"
While waiting for the red light, Ni Yangzhou tilted his head to look at Yan Congzhi who was looking straight ahead and said:
"It is my greatest luck to meet the master."