It's good weather again.

In an era of booming economy, there are more people rushing to work on the pedestrian streets now than more than ten years ago. And unlike more than ten years later, although pedestrians today are in a hurry, their faces are filled with the light of hope.

"Huh?"

Zhang Qingyun was sitting in front of the Taoist temple, reflecting on the various aspects of life, and a soft sound came into his ears: "This uncle is dressed very strangely..."

"What uncle?"

Several voices of doubt rang out.

Zhang Qingyun turned around and saw that four or five young men, aged about eighty-nine to twelve or thirteen years old, were playing under the wall on the left side of the Taoist temple, holding a spinning top in their hands.

Several teenagers looked at Zhang Qingyun, and several of them had blank faces. Only an eight or nine-year-old boy blinked at Zhang Qingyun: "Uncle, what are you doing sitting here? Isn't it cold underground? ?”

Zhang Qingyun is a little surprised. In order not to be disturbed by others, Zhang Qingyun has always been invisible in order to understand life and observe the various aspects of life. In the invisible state, it turns into nothingness and cannot be seen by the naked eye.

And this young man obviously saw him.

Zhang Qingyun hadn't spoken yet. Several other teenagers stretched their necks and looked at Zhang Qingyun along the eighty-nine-year-old boy. However, in their eyes, only the doorway was left in the reflection of the pupils, and there was no figure at all: "Where is there?" Uncle? Shaoming, did you not sleep well last night and are you still dreaming now? "

"No..."

The young man named Shaoming still looked at Zhang Qingyun: "Isn't there an uncle right here?"

Shaoming pointed at Zhang Qingyun and determined the position of his partner: "Can't you see?"

Can't you see it?

Teenagers are already sensible. The hairs on the faces of several teenagers stood up obviously, and their faces instantly turned pale: "Where...where is there?"

They really didn't see it. They backed away slowly. The pedestrian street was full of pedestrians, which could not embolden them. Fear grew in their hearts, and their pupils began to shrink: "Young Master, let's go quickly..."

"There's a ghost!"

Several teenagers screamed and ran towards several shops. Apparently the parents of these teenagers opened stores and did business here.

The screams instantly attracted the attention of pedestrians on the pedestrian street. Many people stopped and watched, feeling baffled as they watched these teenagers running around in the crowd.

"It was so early in the morning that I was frightened by these children. The sun had already risen. Where did the ghost come from?"

Several young men in their thirties who were walking together looked around, shook their heads and smiled: "Are today's children so timid? I remember when I was a child, I was watering the ground alone on a barren slope, and I was not afraid of so many graves. ."

"The living conditions of children nowadays are better...so they have not suffered any hardships. They read books, watch TV movies and scare themselves about certain things."

Several young people shook their heads and left. People were hurrying on the pedestrian street. Seeing that there was nothing going on, they still went to work.

"You kid..."

One of the teenagers ran into his parents' shop and ran directly into the arms of his father who was cleaning up the shop. This was a young man in his thirties. He said with a wry smile: "It's so early in the morning. Jing Zheng is a loser." , even if there is a ghost, it will not appear until night."

"You..."

In the store, the young woman helped her son pack his schoolbag, rolled his eyes at her husband, and then comforted her son: "Good boy, don't scare yourself. You said there is a ghost, have you seen it yourself?"

With the comfort of his mother, the boy gradually recovered his mood: "No... no..." The boy's face turned red: "Just now we were playing across the street, and Shaoming pointed to an open space where there was an uncle dressed strangely...

"

"Shaoming?!"

The young woman was obviously losing her hair. She had opened a shop here for three years, and all the shop owners, or the nearby shop owners, knew each other.

Moreover, they had left their hometown and their children were playing together. Shaoming and the others knew that they had yin and yang eyes and could see things that normal people could not see: "Did Shaoming really see it?"

The young woman's voice began to tremble, and she subconsciously looked at her husband.

The young man stopped cleaning up the shop and sneered: "You two are so timid, what kind of ghosts are you talking about, uncles are not uncles? In this bright world, don't everything have to be done honestly?"

As he said this, the young man looked across the pedestrian street. On the pedestrian street where people were coming and going, through the gaps in the crowd, he saw the son of the owner of the store next door to them, talking to the air. Moreover, Shaoming was obviously

There was a smile on his face and even some body movements.

The young man suddenly felt numb all over, and a cold air rose from his tailbone. His pupils shrank and he quickly looked away. His heart was pounding, and the young man's face turned pale.

"Dad...what's wrong with you?"

After the young man reminded her, the young woman saw her husband's face pale and quickly asked: "Did you sleep too late yesterday and didn't get a good rest? You can take a rest later and I'll take Chang Xing to school..."

The young man hadn't come back to his senses yet. He sat blankly on the chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it down. When he looked diagonally, where was the bright shadow?

"You rest for a while. After I take Chang Xing to school, I will buy breakfast and come over..."

It was almost time for the child to go to school, which also made the young woman dilute her fear. She took her son and left on a scooter. The young man tried hard not to look across the street, but he always looked there subconsciously.

He always felt that a pair of eyes were always staring at him.

"The God of Wealth bless you, the God of Wealth bless you..."

The young man quickly offered incense to the God of Wealth in the store and kowtowed a few times. The fear in his heart faded a lot.

"Chang Feng..."

Just as he stood up, a voice sounded from the door of the store, startling the young man. Turning his head, he saw Chang Ming's father had already entered the store. 90% of the pedestrian streets were clothing stores, and the business here was very good, in this day and age.

Everyone has a very pure relationship: "Sun Hao, you are trying to scare people to death."

"It's so early in the morning, what are you doing?"

Sun Hao entered the store and saw that Chang Feng's wife was not there. His eyes lit up: "Would you like to have a morning drink?"

"Chang Ming didn't say anything to you when he came to the store?"

Chang Feng subconsciously looked at the door of the Taoist temple again. The dark doorway still looked dark and a bit eerie under the nascent sunlight.

"say what?"

Sun Hao was a little strange: "Why don't you go and say something? It happened that the mother of the two children was sending her students off, and it would take more than half an hour to come back. If we buy breakfast, forty or fifty minutes would be enough time for us to have a morning drink.

"

"Are Dafa and Dunzi going?"

Chang Feng tried hard to calm down. He also wanted to leave here and calm down. They were all from the same place and county. They were classmates in the past. They met in Shanghai and opened shops here. Everyone

The partners usually get together, but with the control of their wife, their free time becomes less and less.

It was early in the morning and there was not much business. Five young men in their thirties walked out of the pedestrian street. There was a morning wine stall on the south side of the pedestrian street.

Meatball soup, plus some side dishes, there were not too many people at the morning wine stall.

The five of them found an empty table and sat down. Chang Feng always felt that his companion who came with him looked a little strange: "Dunzi, what's wrong with you? It's so early in the morning. You look very lackluster."

Dunzi's surname was Zhao and his name was Qian. He glanced at Chang Feng in a daze, then at the other three companions, and said quietly: "Haozi, Changming didn't say anything to you when he returned to the store?"

"say what?"

Sun Hao felt that his partners were all confused. Just now Chang Feng also asked him this: "When Chang Ming entered the store, he followed my wife to school without saying anything... No, are you hiding something?

Me? How many children were fighting?"

Even though Chang Ming is the youngest among his friends' children, because he followed his father, Chang Ming's grandfather, to practice martial arts when he was a child, he is so agile that most children are no match for him.

The children are also very harmonious among themselves, but it is inevitable that there will be occasional frictions and conflicts. Chang Ming never suffers.

Fortunately, the relationship between the partners was relatively good and there was no conflict over the children. Over time, many times, these partners' own children suffered from Changming, and they no longer mentioned this matter to him.

Children should solve their own problems, they just need guidance.

"You said..."

Zhao Qian's eyes were dark: "Is there anything weird about the Taoist temple we have met? I just heard that there is a Taoist practicing there, but I have never seen that Taoist... But just now, Chang Ming said that he saw an uncle dressed strangely

, still there, gesticulating and talking for a few minutes..."

"Really or not?"

Sun Hao's expression became unnatural. His son Sun Changming had yin and yang eyes. He could see things that normal people could not see. They knew this.

Sun Hao also became a little nervous: "No, it is a Taoist temple after all. It is a place where Taoists practice. They must worship gods. How can there be evil?"

"Children don't tell lies."

Liu Fa touched his bald head: "That boy of mine, I can testify...he frightened several children."

Several young people looked at each other, and finally Chang Feng calmed down: "How about we go to the Taoist temple to visit?"

...

"interesting..."

In front of the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun still felt incredible: "I am born with yin and yang eyes, so I am different."

How many times have I been invisible, and no one has ever seen me when people come and go. But the young man named Sun Changming saw me more than once, and even chatted with me for a few words.

"This child has a good physique, but it's a pity that... he has an ordinary physique. He has no spiritual wisdom and cannot practice cultivation..."

Zhang Qingyun feels that it is a pity that most people with yin and yang eyes are the most suitable people to practice. They are born to observe the sky and the earth, and have incredible abilities.

And this Sun Changming is very strong. Zhang Qingyun saw at a glance that Sun Changming had no spiritual intelligence, but he just didn't have the opportunity to comprehensively check Sun Changming's physique: "At a glance, I am sure that the rate is 70 to 80%. Maybe he is really a genius."

."

In his previous life, Zhang Qingyun rarely had the thought of accepting disciples. In this life, Zhang Qingyun's thinking changed and he felt that it would be good to accept a few children with good understanding and special physiques as his disciples.
To be continued...