I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

There are too many people who have only talked on the phone and haven't met in person recently.

Not to mention that it's been almost a month since school started and he hasn't been back yet. Even this summer vacation, he went to work part-time outside for two months. When the day came, he came directly to the school to report, and he didn't go home at all.

Qi Shu didn't intend to inquire into his family's affairs, but only reminded him: "Tuantuan is a ghost cultivator, and he probably feels comfortable with more than Yin Qi—maybe it's death Qi. But it's not yourself. If you are about to have an accident Tuantuan can also feel it. So most of them are your close relatives, maybe there is a disaster in fate, and the death energy has been entangled from the fetters of blood."

He Heng was obviously taken aback: "Is it like this all of a sudden, is it so serious?"

Judging from the various things that have happened in the past month, the credibility of his little roommate is still very high. He Heng didn't dare to delay any longer, so he made a video call to grandma first, but he didn't answer for a long time. Pass.

He Heng felt a little flustered, but the old man had never been very good at playing with her cell phone, and it wasn't the first time he didn't receive it for a while. He temporarily suppressed the panic in his heart, and then made a video call to his parents.

He grew up with his grandmother since he was a child, and his relationship with his parents is not very close, and it can even be regarded as not embarrassing. When he called to greet him suddenly, not only He Heng, but even Qi Shu, who was sitting next to him and didn't intend to listen too much. Can feel unfamiliar and awkward.

Even He Heng's father understood it simply and rudely, and quickly transferred 1000 yuan.

He Heng didn't know how to explain this bizarre family relationship to his roommate, so he reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth: "Okay, at least it's not bad news - I have to call my grandma again."

In fact, you shouldn't have to fight anymore.

He Heng doesn't have any brothers or sisters, his parents are the only ones who can be regarded as blood relatives except his parents, Qi Shu doesn't even need to continue to deduce.

If it was the death of a close relative, then the death energy on He Heng would not be so weak, so weak that only Tuantuan could feel comfortable, but could not clearly distinguish it—so it was probably at the end of his life, and the old man still missed him in his heart, leaving a trace of obsession.

He didn't say anything to death, and while letting He Heng play video more and more anxiously, he packed some gold foil paper from his small cabinet, and took a few useful talisman papers.

He Heng raised his head, realized something, but he didn't want to believe it, so he looked at him in a panic: "What—what's wrong?"

Although Qi Shu has practiced Taoism for more than ten years, he often deals with ghosts, but most of them are ghosts who have already become ghosts.

But this is too obvious, and He Heng can guess it.

"Is something wrong with my grandma?"

He Heng didn't even dare to breathe, trying to hear a negative answer from Qi Shu.

Qi Shu lowered his eyes, didn't answer him, and only said softly: "Let's go, I'll go back with you and have a look, we should see each other again."

He Heng stood up abruptly, and Tuantuan, who was nestled on his lap, was caught off guard and almost fell to the ground—but no one cared, even Tuantuan rarely made a sound, and just moved silently to Qi Shu's bed.

This incident had a huge impact on him, and there was no buffer beforehand. He Heng was so numb that he couldn't even react in time, as if he hadn't understood what he meant: "What... what Can we meet again? How is it possible, I called her the day before yesterday..."

Qi Shu really didn't have much skill in comforting others, so he could only put his hand on his shoulder and pat lightly after hearing this: "Life and death are sometimes...sorry."

He Heng took a deep breath, only to feel that his internal organs were clamoring for pain.But it seemed to be pressed by something, and the pain was so dull that I couldn't even cry out.

"My grandma is in the southern suburbs of Yangcheng, a little far away,"

He tried to calm himself down, unlocked his phone and looked through the address book, "There is no bus over there, I always take the bus - no, the bus is only at [-]:[-] am and [-]:[-] noon, so take the bus , but it’s a long way to get out of the car, it’s okay, and I can know…”

Since the beginning of school, although He Heng gave people the impression of being out of tune, he has always been very reliable, and he can be considered stable when things happen. It was the first time Qi Shu saw him panic like this, and even started to speak incoherently.

Qi Shu's fate is very positive, it is a fate that overcomes relatives, probably because he was thrown into an inconspicuous small ditch shortly after he was born. When he opened his eyes, he saw Master, and he only recognized Master. Don't talk about grandma.

Ever since he was a child, he didn't understand things like "family affection" well, and he had never experienced this feeling of being powerless about losing a loved one. Even if he watched He Heng panic and suffer like this, it seemed to be transmitted to his heart. A layer away, he couldn't feel it too clearly - but it didn't prevent him from truly feeling He Heng's bewilderment and fear.

I should help him, Qi Shu thought in his heart, not only because he had been a roommate and tablemate for a month.

Because he is really sad.

This place is far away from the southern suburbs, even if you take a taxi, it will take a long time. Qi Shu twisted the talisman paper in his hand, and picked out a pass from the middle that can lead to ghosts: "First make up your mind, don't do this." Panic, it’s risky for a stranger to walk in the ghost way, and something will happen if you don’t make up your mind.”

He Heng closed his eyes and nodded.

After the most intense moment, he was able to calm down and listen to Qi Shu's words, but he was still a little slow, and it took two seconds to react: "What kind of ghost, how do I go? - I'm fine Yes, all right."

Qi Shu was still not at ease, touched Zhang Qing's heart talisman, folded it into a small triangle and stuffed it into his hand—the palm was damp with sweat, and the thin talisman paper was soaked as soon as it was pasted on. I know whether the cinnabar on the top will be dizzy.

"It's okay, it's okay to faint,"

Qi Shu lowered his voice and tried to comfort him, "It may not be an accident, maybe it was just a false alarm, you must make sure."

He Heng reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, as if responding to his comfort.

Both of them knew very well that the probability of this false alarm was almost zero.

With He Heng's distraught look, something will happen if he really walks in a ghostly way, Qi Shu had no choice but to call another shady car, wrapped his left hand around He Heng's wrist, and sat in the back seat together.

The ghost driving in front paid attention to his image. Not only did he wear a very formal blue suit, but his face was also cleaned up, without any scary bloodstains or pale complexion.It glanced in the rearview mirror, then turned its head with great interest—it was just a little lazy, its body didn't move, it only turned its neck and head: "Guests, where are you going?"

Qi Shu calmly threw the two folded gold ingots over, and took out his string of five emperors' coins, and placed them on He Heng's lap: "Drive forward, ghosts will know the way."

The ghost driver glanced at the few copper coins apprehensively, and turned his head back unwillingly: "Two gold ingots are the fare, and ten gold ingots are the tip. Don't forget to give it to me when you get there."

Naturally, Qi Shu would not be stingy about this: "Hurry up, I will double it for you when it arrives in a quarter of an hour."

This kind of generous customer is not easy to meet. The ghost driver originally came out to pick up private work because he wanted to reincarnate but had no money to bribe the bad guy. Seeing the stranger who couldn't eat, he stepped on the gas pedal wholeheartedly.

Sitting in the car, He Heng held the Qingxin Talisman in his hand, adjusted his breathing to the normal frequency little by little, tried to calm himself down, and turned to look at Qi Shu: "Thank you... I'm bothering you again .”

This is a rusty word.

Hearing the bad news from his own mouth, even if the incident was not caused by himself, or even had nothing to do with it, there would inevitably be a trace of complaint in the subconscious - it's human nature, maybe He Heng himself didn't realize it.

Qi Shu used to do ghost exorcism for people. He had seen such things a lot, so he didn't take it to heart. He just handed him the stack of gold foil paper he was carrying: "The Yin car will drive for a while, you can try to stack some gold foil." Yuanbao, you can burn it to the old man in a while."

He Heng understood that he wanted to find something for himself to do, so as not to think about it all the way, he nodded and took the gold foil paper, and folded it seriously.

Most likely, this should be the last thing he can do for grandma.

He Heng silently stacked one after another, and Qi Shu simply accompanied him.When the ghost driver drove to the destination at a high speed, the back seat was already full of golden paper ingots.

The ghost driver, who was so poor that he clinked, stared straight at his eyes. Qi Shu did what he said, and carefully picked twenty paper ingots from his stack, chanted a mantra and piled them up to the co-pilot one by one. The other paper ingots were put away, and He Heng got out of the car.

There are still a series of farmyards in the southern suburbs, gathered together to form a small village.He Heng's grandma lived in one of them.The ghost driver did his duty and took it directly to the farmyard. When he got out of the car, he could see the dilapidated wooden door, with Chinese New Year couplets pasted on it layer by layer, and the bottom layer was covered by rain year after year When the wind blows, it has already curled and turned white. The top one is still intact, with some light red, and the ink marks on it have been soaked by the rain, but it can still be seen that Jia and Yunxing are written on one side. People live longer.

Obviously it is the simplest wish.

He Heng had just stood in the yard, and before he had time to feel the fear similar to "near-native feeling", he was already attracted all his attention by the ghost holding an iron chain in the yard.

"It's a ghost... This kind of time is generally called black and white impermanence."

Qi Shu sighed softly, "Time is running out, you go in and say goodbye to the old man."

He Heng even felt that he couldn't lift his legs.

He should hurry up, go into the house and see grandma again, and go talk to her again.

He Heng has never hated his yin and yang eyes as much as he does now—seeing is believing, he can no longer lie to himself that it was a false alarm.