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Chapter 36

"When you died, we all thought you just disappeared. Ding Hanbing took two tickets for the stage play to go to your house, and saw Jing Tinghua hugging your photo, weeping silently... Ding Hanbing asked what was wrong, but Jing Tinghua didn't speak. He So I called to ask me. At that time, I had a fight with my dad because of going to school. I was young and angry, so I slammed the door and left. When I came back, I saw my dad put me there, All things related to you have been handed over to Jing Tinghua. Jing Tinghua said that he would bring them to you and burn them."

Yin Mo said in a low voice, and lit a cigarette.

But soon, he cut off again.

After cutting it off, he suddenly remembered that in fact, Jingjiujiu could no longer inhale any smoke.

He is a ghost.

Yin Mo's fingertips trembled, curled up his fingers, and his palm was burned by the cigarette butt.

"I followed their car in a trance and went to the cemetery. Your housekeeper said that the husband was very sad, so he didn't invite other people to worship. I was stopped at the door and watched them sacrifice in front of your grave. Bye, put down the flowers and leave. I will wait until it gets dark, and then go over the wall and start digging with a stolen shovel. I don’t know what I was thinking at the time. Maybe I was thinking that we must see each other for the last time. Then I dug for a long, long time. Nothing was found. At first I thought it was because I didn’t dig deep enough, but then I realized that it was an empty tomb. I went around to the other side of the tombstone and looked at it. There was no photo posted on it. There is no engraving of your name..."

"When I got home, my dad slapped me for stealing his car."

The soot fell lightly to the ground.

The memory of unlocking the shackles, even the details became extremely clear.

"I was probably mad at the time. I flew to Lingyang Mountain overnight. I told my master that you died, but the death was not right. My master said that my Buddha's mind was unstable."

Yin Mo's palm was scalded with a "hiss".

"When I woke up again, my master said that I seemed to be a different person. I lost a large piece of memory. In fact, people don't know what they have lost at this time. But the more this happens, the more panic I feel in my heart. It seems to have forgotten The important thing. That sense of incompleteness that is missing, will torture me day and night. I can't stay, I run down the mountain, it takes a year to grow my hair back, and then one day, I walk aimlessly on the street On the way, there was a person on the side of the road who asked me to participate in some competition, so I followed."

"After that, I was confused until now..."

"I know that Ding Hanbing has been working hard to consolidate his memory, but he looks too stupid/crazy. I never thought that we would forget the same things. I also didn't expect that I forgot more cleanly than him. Not staying. And overnight, there is nothing. It seems that a corner of life has been forcibly removed."

Yin Mo tightly choked the cigarette, and extinguished it with the palm of his hand.

"Jiujiu, I forgot about you..."

"Why is it just a formation, a talisman, and you will be forgotten?"

Jing Jiujiu never forgot him.

His father remarried and his mother moved abroad. He couldn't stay in Yin's house, so he was sent to the mountain to have his head shaved and become a young monk.It takes several years to do it.When I followed the master down the mountain.He no longer looks like the young master of the Yin family.It really looks like a little bald donkey raised in the mountains.

The Yin family took him to Jing Jiujiu's birthday party.

He and his brother got into a fight and knocked over cupcakes on the long table, rolling over and getting cream all over the place.His dad rushed up and slapped him twice, asking him what the hell he was doing.His face was swollen and embarrassed.Jing Jiujiu took out a handkerchief from Mr. Yu's pocket, handed it to him and said, "I remember you. You are the eldest son of the Yin family, and your name is Yin Mo."

After hearing this, Ding Hanbing chased after him, and asked Jing Jiujiu if he still remembered who he was.

Jing Jiujiu said helplessly, "Ding Dabao."

The name Ding Dabao sounds stupid at first glance.

At that time, Yin Mo felt that his name was really good, and he had an extremely cultural background.

Ink, ink.

Jing Jiujiu will definitely remember it for a long, long time.

The little bald donkey Yinmo got up, wiped his face, and dusted off the cake on his body, then slapped his father's face with his backhand, and walked away unrestrainedly.

It was the coolest moment of his life.

So cool that Jing Jiujiu will definitely remember his coolness for the rest of his life.He thought so at the time.

But... "I forgot first." Yin Mo said tremblingly.

Jing Jiujiu raised his hand and patted his shoulder lightly: "So what?"

Ink was startled.

Jing Jiujiu: "A person will forget a lot of things in his life. Just like me, I don't remember what I thought about every day when I was a child. What's more, someone consciously wants you to forget?"

Jing Jiujiu paused, and said: "You are already very powerful. You have forgotten the specific memory, but you still remember the feeling firmly. Many people can't do this...Maybe someone will cast a spell on me tomorrow, I also forgot all about it. At that time, will you hate me because I forgot you? "

"Of course not." Yin Mo blurted out.

Jing Jiujiu: "Well, wouldn't that be all right?"

He said, unzipping his backpack.

I saw apples, oranges, small biscuits, marshmallows pressed on the two statues of evil gods...they were packed full.

"It was given to me by the other sisters in the crew. They didn't know that I couldn't eat it. Do you want it?" Jing Jiujiu touched the cotton candy out.

Ting Yi squatted quietly behind, the corners of his mouth twitching.

This evil god.

It's also too face-to-face.

"This candy is pretty, right? It should be sweet too." Jing Jiujiu said, licking his own mouth, as if he had already tasted that taste.

Yin Mo took it over flattered.

His reluctance to blame himself, in Jingjiujiu's place, seems to be nothing more than a calm and breezy thing.

For a while, Yin Mo couldn't tell how he felt in his heart, whether he was lost or even more sad.

He tore off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth.

It is indeed sweet.

Sweet and soft.

And Jing Jiujiu was looking at him eagerly.

Yin Mo's heart softened suddenly.

It's not that Jing Jiujiu doesn't care about him, so it doesn't matter whether he remembers or forgets.

It is the unique gentleness of Jingjiu wine.

The words of faint persuasion to him are gentle, and the cotton candy she gives him is also gentle.

Yin Mo stood up suddenly: "...I'm going to practice."

Jingjiu:?

Jing Jiujiu: "Oh, you go."

After thinking about it, Yin Mo felt that in the final analysis it was because he was not good at learning.Fortunately, I have never messed around in the past few years.He can still go back to practice boy kung fu and Xiangxin Zen!

Yin Mo walked halfway, but he still didn't forget to say to the guide: "Kick Guan Yan out of the crew. I don't care who you change."

Wizard: ?

so suddenly?

Master Ting Yi watched the back of Yin Mo leaving in a hurry, and then came to Jing Jiujiu again and sat down.

Jing Jiujiu suddenly saw a big bald head and was startled.

He tightened the straps of his schoolbag nervously.

how?

Do you want to open your mouth and spit on him?Does spraying a word just punch a hole in him?Wouldn't that be ugly?

Master Tingyi looked complicated, and said, "It's the talisman I drew. I want to stabilize his Buddha's heart and let him devote himself to practice so that he can take over my mantle. Everything is my fault..."

Jing Jiujiu stopped moving the stool quietly.

What's going on today?Why did everyone come to confess to him?He is not a priest.

Jing Jiujiu responded casually: "En."

When Ting heard this, he immediately went on to say: "But, that's what being a monk is like. You should concentrate on your cultivation and not be contaminated by worldly things... I'm afraid that once I leave, there will be no one to support him in the future. Such a good seedling .His home in the secular world can no longer accommodate him. If he can no longer be a good monk and go astray, won't he end up miserable in the future? How can I be willing!"

Jing Jiujiu: "Are you leaving?"

Ting Yi sighed: "Yes, at that time I was seriously ill and was about to die."

Jing Jiujiu: "But you have lived till now."

Old Ting Yi blushed: "This matter... I suddenly couldn't get up one day, my waist hurt, my legs hurt, and my whole body was not right. But Lingyang Mountain is dangerous, and I can't let them lift it up. I went down the mountain to see a doctor. What's more, the doctor...isn't he expensive? My younger brother said to check it online. After this check, I wrote it on the Internet, saying that I have some kind of bone cancer , the kind that can’t be saved. When you can’t even eat, you’re basically close to death. It’s recommended to amputate the limb as soon as possible. Then how can I amputate it? Our temple is the treasure of the town temple."

Jingjiu:?

Jing Jiujiu: "What network do you use?"

Ting Yi racked his brains and thought: "Thousand...thousand degrees?"

Jing Jiujiu let out a soft "ah".

It's too awful.

Yinmo's memory was destroyed by online amputation.

Ting Yi let out a long sigh, and retorted in a low voice: "I don't want to either."

Jing Jiujiu couldn't help but make a sound: "You say you don't get contaminated with worldly things, then...you don't charge people for watching Feng Shui, fortune-telling and catching ghosts?"

Ting Yi: "Of course I don't charge money. What we are doing is the duty of saving people worldwide."

Jing Jiujiu: "? But..." He was slightly at a loss, "But the last time I saw it, a liar would charge 30 yuan each time to catch a ghost. But a real master of ghost catching would charge 100 yuan at least once. Wan? If the other party is a rich and large enterprise.” Just like the Jing family. "You can get 500 million to 1000 million at a time."

Ting Yi: ...

Ting Yi:! ! !

Ting Yi's old face was full of trance.

He said tremblingly: "...I am old and frail, and I have already stepped into the coffin, so it is nothing to get involved in the secular world."

"Would you like me to catch ghosts for you?"

Jing Jiujiu: "..."

Ah, I am a ghost.

Jing Jiujiu took out his mobile phone: "Why don't I introduce two clients to you?"

Ting nodded again and again, tears pouring down his face.

30 million!

30 is fine!Oh my god, how many bottles of Laoganma with Wowotou do I have to buy?

Ting Yi was moved, and when he looked at the grimace in front of him, he felt much more radiant.

What a ghost!

It's decided, old monk, I will personally repair your statue in the temple!