It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

The child said: "I don't know, try being a ghost yourself in the future."

Lan Xiang shook his head violently: "Forget it, forget it, or not."

These kids didn't seem to care much about talking to Lan Xiang. After the kid finished "reminiscing" with Yu Guanghan, they all looked at Lan Xiang with disgust and went to talk to Yu Guanghan.Yu Guanghan looked at the group of children in front of him, and they all looked familiar.

It comes from the deep memory, or the familiarity of the blood in the hometown.

Yu Guanghan asked, "You...why did you become ghosts?"

"Because we are dead," said the child.

"Why did you die? How did you... die?"

Lan Xiang's heart skipped a beat.I heard that you can't ask ghosts how they died.

But these little radish heads were not angry, and answered Yu Guanghan's question.The 37-year-old little carrot head touched his chin and thought about it carefully. It seems that because the memory is too long, he has to read his entire life before he can recount it.

"I stopped being in the village when I was eight because my grandfather sold me out."

Yugu Village is a poor and remote village.They have stayed on the Lingshan Mountain for generations and lived for several generations.

Old people live here, young people find girls they like in the village, start another family, and then add a child to the village.

I have been living here, relying on the mountains and forests, and I am self-sufficient. It is very satisfying and festive to go down the mountain once in a while to have a look.

But then, there were no young people here.

The outside world has been turned upside down, everything is completely new and completely different from Yugu Village.The brilliance there dazzled the young people in the village. They packed up their bags one after another, left their hometown, and went away without looking back.

Leave the children behind, leave the old people behind.

Young people go, old people don't want to go.Children can't go either.But old people will always be old people, and children will grow up.

When the child grew up, they left again.

Wild geese are flying and will return to roost, but children will not.In this village, the people are old, the houses are old, half buried in the tomb, the dust is rising, and they are motionless.

Young people who go out to work hard don't need to be cumbersome, just like they don't want to come back and take a look at the old place where they grew up.They send the child back, and the task is done, and they go away again.

There are many steels outside, and their bodies are clay.

There is no front, no future, these old people only have the roots under their feet.

It was one night when the kid crawled under the bed to hide his marbles.I heard my uncle and grandpa sitting outside.

"I've found everyone."

The wooden table on that side was covered with years of oil stains, and the table was half-black, with clutter that could not be wiped off.Sitting on the red brick floor, the brick floor is also dusty for years.

"Just tonight, outside the village."

On the table was a glass with tea stains on it.The bottom layer is black, and the edges are brownish yellow, which cannot be washed off.The teacup was put down, the water in it swayed, and there were still fallen soot on the ground.

"I'm going to leave anyway, I won't raise it! Come and go, come and go..."

His grandfather rolled another cigarette.

"There are good days outside, go out as soon as possible."

The soles of the cloth shoes rubbed the cigarette butts on the ground, which were shredded tobacco rolled in inferior white paper.His father asked someone to bring back good cigarettes, the round ones were arranged in a box one by one, and his grandfather was reluctant to smoke them.

"Anyway, I've been here all my life. No great-grandchildren, nor grandchildren. They don't like it here, so I keep it by myself."

In the middle of the night, his grandfather woke him up from the bed and said that he would take him to see his father.He didn't cry and followed out.

After negotiating the price, his grandfather also carried two bags of rice.tell him:

"Go out and find your father."

He obediently followed that uncle, walking the difficult rocky mountain road, and the sun rose when he went down the mountain.

There is nothing on the mountain, but it is so sparse at the bottom of the mountain. It turns out that the distance is tall and dazzling.

Then, one by one, they were sent down the mountain.

He was tossed and turned outside, because he was treated harshly when he was transferred, and he was in poor health. He couldn't wait for his grandfather to stay in his hometown forever.Can't see or hear after death, but...

I want to go home.

No matter how many years you have been outside, you are still a child when you come back.

Fu Zining and Fu Wei couldn't count how many times they killed these villagers.

As if they were trapped in an unreal nightmare, the villagers prevented them from approaching the center.

Soon, Fu Zhenxuan became impatient, and raised his palm, his whole body was agitated with spiritual power, and slowly, a flash of light appeared in his palm.

He shouted: "Back off!"

Fu Zining and Fu Wei quickly retreated to the two sides, and then thunderbolts descended out of nowhere, falling between the group of villagers with the power to split the entire space.

"Boom—"

When the thunder light fell, even Fu Zhenxuan couldn't help being weak, and gasped slightly.Those villagers in the original place became charred corpses, and Chen Heng stood in front of the four of them, with a strong smell of burnt.

Fu Zhenxuan looked around, but frowned:

"It's not an illusion."

Fu Wei was shocked and said: "So these people..."

Fu Yihua said: "Don't care about them, transfer the spell."

He raised his hand and drew a rune in the air, injecting spiritual power into it.However, before the last stroke was finished, the entire rune dissipated.Fu Yihua was shocked, bit his fingertips and started drawing again.

"It's useless." Fu Zhenxuan said with heavy eyes. "Here a 'domain' is formed, and the space is locked."

Fu Zining panicked: "Isn't that... you can't leave with a spell?"

Next to him, Fu Wei suddenly shouted in panic again: "Look! How did they...stand up?!"

A few people looked over immediately, and the corpses of the villagers lying on the ground in the distance slowly crawled up.With thin bodies and thin hair, these old people all stood up and looked at the four of them silently and emptily.

The two juniors, Fu Wei and Fu Zining, had never seen such a posture before.They are the inner children of the Fu family, they have been supported by resources since childhood, and they are sought after by others. Even though they occasionally have to join the world to take on some cases of dealing with evil spirits, they are all within their abilities, and the scene in front of them has never been as treacherous as it is now.Now my mind is unstable, and I can hardly use my spiritual power.

Fu Zhenxuan's face was gloomy: "Stand back."

But at this time, these villagers moved.

At some point, they were all holding a white candle in their hands.A biting cold wind blew by, all the candles were ignited out of thin air, and the thin candlelight flickered in the air.Then these people changed their queues, arranged in a circle, facing the ancestral hall neatly, and their limbs moved stiffly.

Holding a burning white candle, up, down, up, down.It seems to be an ancient and mysterious ritual, which makes people's hair stand on end.

But Fu Yihua and Fu Zhenxuan looked at the strange movements of these villagers, and felt that there was a threatening and sinister aura appearing little by little.They became alert, and then discovered that the source of that breath was the cauldron placed in the center of the ancestral hall.

Yin Qi hovered and rose, and two figures suddenly appeared in front of the tripod.It was a female ghost and a child, and they giggled and laughed.

The villagers automatically lined up on both sides of the ancestral hall, holding white candles motionless.

Fu Yihua squinted his eyes, he had already recognized that the female ghost was the one he summoned earlier.

However, the aura on her body now...

Without thinking about it, the two ghosts had already attacked quickly, one from the left and the other from the right. Before Fu Yihua and Fu Zhenxuan could react, they actually got behind them.Immediately, two juniors wailed and fell to the ground one after another.

The two quickly turned around, Fu Wei and Fu Zining were lying on the ground, the female ghost and the little ghost were squatting beside them, looking at them with lips hooked and smiling.

Fu Yihua turned his wrist, and a magic seal appeared in his hand - the reason why Fu Yihua was able to be the second elder of Fu's family was because of his magic seal of exorcising ghosts.

The spiritual power was shown, and Fayin instantly moved towards the female ghost.She was immobilized by the seal, panicked on her face, and stretched out her hand to the kid next to her:

"Baby come—"

With the sound of "Come on", thunder flashed, and the female ghost wailed, and the Yin Qi was dispersed, like boiling and evaporating water vapor.

Fu Yihua squinted his eyes and was about to put away the seal.

But when the Yin Qi dissipated, the female ghost's figure was still in place.Her back was arched, and her long hair was scattered in front of her body, hanging straight to the ground.Then he raised his head suddenly, his expression changed, and he rushed straight at Fu Yihua fiercely.

Fu Yihua was slightly startled, and even took a step back, then frowned and made seals with his hands.

As the female ghost rushed towards Fu Yihua, the other little ghost also went towards Fu Zhenxuan, and the yin energy in his body was no less than that of the female ghost.Fu Yihua and Fu Zhenxuan looked at each other, stepped back quickly, and at the same time formed seals with both hands, then stood still and stepped forward.A huge golden mask rushed towards the two ghosts.

This golden mask consumed most of the spiritual power of the two of them, but the female ghost and the little ghost did not escape, and were instantly enveloped in golden light.After a while, the screams of two ghosts sounded inside:

"what--"

The voice is sharp, as if it only pierces the eardrum of a person.But Fu Yihua and Fu Zhenxuan were unmoved.

Looking at the strength of these two ghosts, it is really surprising, with traces of a long-term contract on their bodies.Unfortunately, it is no longer available.

Fierce ghosts are not easy to subdue, let alone ones with the aura of a ghost king cultivated as Gu.And before that, he knew how to hide his strength to trick them into taking him out of the ancestral hall. It can be seen that if he can't completely subdue him, there may be a risk of backlash if he is not careful.

The two continued to increase their input of spiritual power, seeing that the two ghosts were about to fly out of their wits, but suddenly, the two of them seemed to be choked by their throats, and suddenly felt a strong suffocation, and their bodies could not even move.

Fu Zhenxuan opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly withdrew the spiritual power supporting the golden mask, so that his body could regain control.And Fu Yihua next to him suddenly lost the support of another person because of the golden mask, and his spiritual power returned, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

On the other hand, the two ghosts over there disappeared in place at some point.