After inheriting the Taoist temple in the haunted house, the ancestors appeared

When the three of them came down from the second floor, Mrs. Wang had the time to look at the two people in the living room. Her eyes fell on Tang Gui who stood up. She was slightly surprised when she saw his appearance, and asked, "Old Han, who is this?" ?”

Mr. Han moved his lips, looked at the two Taoist priests next to Mrs. Wang, and suddenly didn't know how to introduce them.

Tang Gui smiled and said, "Grandma Wang, hello, my name is Tang Gui."

Although she didn't know why this young man appeared here, Mrs. Wang replied politely, "Hello."

It was still early, so Mrs. Wang first asked her aunt to take the two priests to the guest room to rest.

Sitting on the sofa, he poured a glass of water, drank it, took a long breath, and complained to Mr. Han.

"Old Han, you don't know. When Liu Chengyong came back this morning, his two big dark circles were blacker than charcoal, and the bags under his eyes were almost falling to the ground. He was staggering when he walked, and fell asleep without skipping breakfast."

Mr. Han frowned: "Didn't I ask you to find a rope and tie him up?"

"Oh, don't mention it, I had someone tie him up last night, he was still quiet in the afternoon, but when it was time for dinner, he started to make a fuss, saying that I restricted his freedom and swearing all kinds of nasty words , Seeing that I was indifferent at the end, he actually bumped his head against the head of the bed, as if he was going to kill himself if I didn't let him go, I really had no choice but to let him go first."

Old Mr. Han's expression became uglier the more he heard it, and he frowned so much that he wished he could catch a few flies to death.

Tang Gui asked aloud: "Grandma Wang, can I go in and see your husband?"

Mrs. Wang was taken aback, glanced at him, did not speak, turned to look at Mr. Han, and asked him what was going on.

There were only the three of them in the living room, and Mr. Han didn't hide any more, and explained: "Didn't I tell you before, I know a very powerful little gentleman, and he happened to be free today, so I invited him over. Thinking that you also invited a Taoist priest to come over, I ran into you."

After Mrs. Wang listened, she looked Tang Gui up and down again, seeing that he looked young and only in his twenties, she couldn't believe it.

"Is he—a Taoist priest?"

Tang Gui shook his head: "No."

So young, and not a Taoist priest.

Although Mrs. Wang concealed it very well, she showed a bit of distrust. She thought that Lao Han was deceived by the young man in front of him, right?

But after thinking about it carefully, it is impossible. Before Lao Han retired, he was a policeman at the level of deputy chief. No one could fool him.

Mr. Han saw her doubts and said, "Sister Wang, don't worry. I have seen Mr. Tang Xiao's ability with my own eyes. I can't be wrong. Let him have a look, maybe it will be solved."

Mrs. Wang wondered: "But I have already invited the Taoist priest, and I will not bother the two masters. If the Taoist priest finds out..."

Old Mr. Han clicked his tongue, pulled Mrs. Wang to the balcony beside him, and persuaded in a low voice: "When is this, you still care about these unruly people, no matter who is capable now, it is serious to cure Old Liu The thing is, if the Daoist cured Mr. Liu, that would be great, if he has simple Daoism, and Mr. Tang Xiao will be around, it’s nothing more than you have to pay two shares.”

Mrs. Wang thought for a while, nodded and said, "OK."

"I'm going to speak to the priest."

Old Mister Han held her back: "No, Mr. Xiao didn't reveal his identity on the spot just now, just because he didn't want to make the scene too embarrassing, and he doesn't mind if you invite a Taoist priest over. He is a young man with a big stomach. What's the price?"

"The Taoist priest himself said that the price will be [-] yuan after the event is completed."

Mr. Han nodded: "Okay, I will ask Mr. Xiao the price later, by the way, do you have cash?"

Mrs. Wang asked: "What's the matter?"

"I heard that these gentlemen have to send a red envelope to others to avoid bad luck. I didn't understand last time, so I didn't give it. Don't forget this time."

Mrs. Wang nodded again and again: "Okay, I will prepare now."

After finishing speaking, she pulled open the glass of the balcony and walked out. When passing by the living room, she smiled at Tang Gui before turning around and entering the room.

Seeing that her attitude had changed, Tang Gui thought to himself: It seems that Mr. Han has already convinced this Mrs. Wang.

At this time, Old Mr. Han also came out, and said with a smile, "Mr. Xiao, didn't you just say that you wanted to see Old Liu? I'll take you there."

Tang Gui stood up in response: "Okay."

The curtains were closed tightly, the room was dark, and as soon as the door was opened, a snoring sound was heard.

The person on the bed should be very tired, so that when the two came in, he didn't respond at all.

Seeing this, Tang Gui wanted to get out first, so as not to disturb people's slumber, but Mr. Han didn't think so, he went directly to the window, opened half of the curtains, let the sun shine in, and the room was much brighter.

Tang Gui looked at him in surprise, pointed to Liu Chengyong who was sleeping on the bed, and indicated that he was still sleeping.

Mr. Han shook his head indifferently, and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

"Old Liu is a very sensitive person. As long as he falls asleep, an earthquake may not wake him up."

Hearing this, Tang Gui felt a little relieved, stepped forward a few steps, and looked at Liu Chengyong.

What Mrs. Wang said was no exaggeration. Liu Chengyong's lower eyelids were black and blue, and his forehead was wrapped in a piece of gauze, with little red blood oozing out. It seemed that he had been hit hard.

Tang Gui made a tactic with one hand, opened his yin and yang eyes, and looked at Liu Chengyong again. He saw that his whole body was full of yin, especially around his neck, surrounded by black energy. He seemed to be imprisoned and strangled to death.

He didn't say any more, walked to the empty table next to him and sat down, took out yellow paper, a brush, and cinnabar ink from his backpack, drew three exorcism talismans with a few strokes, folded them up, walked to the bedside, and placed them on Liu Chengyong's bed respectively. Forehead, chest, and ankles.

Immediately afterwards, the talisman seemed to be ignited out of thin air, and turned into black ashes little by little.

Tang Gui saw that the black energy on his body had faded a little, and it was no longer fatal, so he didn't bother him any more.

It just so happened that this scene happened to be seen by Mrs. Wang who walked in, and she was secretly surprised. Could it be that this little gentleman is really capable?

Thinking of this, she looked at Mr. Han who was standing on the other side, and saw that he was a little more proud, and seemed to say: Look, let me say that Mr. Xiao is very capable.

Tang Gui put the cinnabar ink and brush back into his backpack, and didn't see their eye contact, but when he turned around to go out, he saw Mrs. Wang walking towards him with a smile on her face, holding a red envelope in her hand.

"Sir, I'm sorry, my husband looks like this now, I was also in a hurry to go to the doctor, I didn't expect to bump into it, you keep this red envelope first, no matter who saved my old man today, you or that Taoist priest, There is a lot of commission for you."

"Thank you." Tang Gui accepted the red envelope without being polite to her.

But I was thinking in my heart, I can get money without working, is there such a good thing in the world?

Mrs. Wang saw that his face was calm and calm, and he did not mean to be angry. She was secretly relieved, and politely asked him to go out for tea and rest.

Tang Gui had the same idea as the Taoist priest, so we need to wait until night to talk about it.

But unlike the Taoist priest waiting for the ghost to come, he wanted to see where Liu Chengyong would go to play mahjong at night to gamble and make money.

Like the Taoist priest, Mrs. Wang arranged for him to rest in a guest room on the second floor.

As soon as Tang Gui entered the room, Chu Yang came out. It was funny to see him sitting by the bed opening the red envelope.

"I didn't expect this family to be quite generous."

I gave 1000 yuan for the red envelope alone, but I don't know how much the commission can be given.

Just as he was thinking about it, someone knocked on the door. Tang Gui put the red envelope into his backpack and got up to open the door. The person who came in was Mr. Han with a cup of hot tea in his hand, and said, "Mr. It's your business."

Tang Gui: "Say it."

"I rushed all the way here, and I forgot to ask, how much does it cost to see a thing?"

Tang Gui thought for a while and said: "It depends on whether the matter is troublesome. At present, Mr. Liu's situation is still uncertain, but if it is done, it will be five or six thousand. If it is not done, it will not be paid."

"Five or six thousand?" Mr. Han was shocked.

Seeing his expression, Tang Gui felt a little confused: "Do you think it's a bit too much?"

Mr. Han waved his hands again and again: "Not much, not much."

One is [-], and the other is [-] or [-], the difference is too big.

But out of selfishness, Mr. Han didn't tell the price of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

When old Mr. Han left, Tang Gui lay on the bed, and seeing Chu Yang lying down beside him, he immediately leaned up, wrapped his arms around his waist, buried his head in his arms, and sighed: "It's been a long time since I hugged you like this." .”

Chu Yang's body froze, and he hugged him back immediately, with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

Tang Gui looked up, saw his expression, and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Chu Yang clamped his delicate jaw, bowed his head and kissed it.

After the kiss, he said hoarsely, "It's nothing, I just want to buy a house right away."

The villa is paved with floor heating, and the temperature is suitable. Tang Gui is not afraid of the cold, so he can hug him like this every day.

Chu Yang thought about it and said, "Your quotation was too low just now."

"Huh?" Tang Gui wondered, "Is it low?"

It's okay, he used to pay this price, and when he met someone who had no money, he said the price was even lower.

"Low." Chu Yang said: "I went to listen to the conversation between the two just now."

"The woman said, that half-baked old man offered [-] yuan."

Hearing this, Tang Gui took a deep breath: "So tall!"

Chu Yang pinched his nose angrily, and said with a joke: "Now I know how worthless I am."

Tang Gui gave him a white look, didn't answer, turned his back, feeling depressed.

It seems that if you have time, you should ask Master Luo Xing about their charging standards, so as to save yourself from quoting the price every time.

For lunch, Mrs. Wang invited a few people to the restaurant for dinner. In the afternoon, they still stayed in their rooms to recuperate, waiting for the evening to come.

Having not felt such a comfortable temperature for a long time, Tang Gui happily took a nap, then browsed the forums with his mobile phone, strolled around the community when he was tired, and went to Mr. Han’s house to play a few games of chess. Just like that a little bit passed.

While wandering around the community, Tang Gui deliberately passed by Chu Cheng’s old house. The outside of the villa is still the same, but the iron fence outside and the doors and windows inside are closed tightly, and the curtains are tightly drawn. It seems that no one has lived in it for a long time. .

Soon, the sky darkened.

When Tang Gui returned to Mrs. Wang's house, the aunt had already prepared dinner. It happened that Liu Chengyong also woke up and walked out of the room stretching. After gloomy, he gave Mrs. Wang a hard look, snorted coldly, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Maybe it was because he saw that he was not welcome by the old man, and the middle-aged Taoist priest's complexion was not very good-looking. The atmosphere at the dinner table was very embarrassing and low, which made Tang Gui lose his appetite. with.

Liu Chengyong asked in a low voice from behind: "Who is this young man?"

Mrs. Wang thought for a while and said, "Old Han's distant relative."

"Oh."

It stands to reason that Lao Han's distant relatives should not stay at his house, but there were outsiders at home, so Liu Chengyong didn't ask much.

After dinner, it was seven or eight o'clock, and it was completely dark outside. Liu Chengyong went back to the master bedroom, changed his clothes after a while, and came out carrying a black box.

Mrs. Wang saw it, and immediately stepped forward to stop her: "Honey, can you not go out tonight?"

"Qian Daochang said that you have been haunted by little ghosts all the time, you are not a gambling addict now, you are possessed by evil spirits, you know that!"

Liu Chengyong waved her away impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not very good at playing, I have struggled all my life, and now I finally have a hobby, what are you talking about all day long?"

"Could it be that our family doesn't even have this little money?"

Mrs. Wang was angry and anxious, and her voice was a little choked up: "It's not about money, it's about your life!"

She said, dragged him to the bathroom, pointed to the mirror and said, "Look at your current appearance, if you continue like this, you will die sooner or later."

Liu Chengyong waved away her hand holding his arm again, and said angrily, "What are you cursing me for all day long? Could it be that you will live in peace if I die?"

"I don't know my body. I will pay more attention to my body. If you feel too free, go shopping with your sisters, travel, don't focus on me all day, it's really annoying .”

Liu Chengyong was about to go out as he said that, but Mrs. Wang wanted to stop him, but he kept pushing him away and almost fell down several times.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest finally got up from the sofa, and winked at his apprentice. The two took out a hemp rope, stepped forward, and grabbed Liu Chengyong at the same time.

Liu Chengyong was startled at first, swearing swear words indiscriminately, struggling hard.

But after all, he was getting old, and he stayed up all night during this period of time, lacked exercise, and his strength was no match for middle-aged Taoist priests and young Taoist priests.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was very skilled in binding people, and within a few minutes he tied Liu Chengyong so that he couldn't move.

Liu Cheng's courageous eyes gleamed with anger, he kept swearing and spitting at the middle-aged Taoist priest, he didn't want the slightest image.

In the end, seeing that he really couldn't break free, he cursed at Mrs. Wang angrily: "Wang Liumei, are you mentally ill? You're torturing me so hard that you have to stop when I die that day, okay? I'm dead, I can't die!"

As he spoke, he actually hit his head on the floor, making a dull bang bang bang.

When Mrs. Wang saw it, she immediately stepped forward and knelt on the ground, hugging his head, angry and distressed, crying softly.

During this period, the middle-aged Taoist master was not idle, and asked his apprentice to bring a cup of warm water, and once again demonstrated the spontaneous combustion of the talisman paper, he stirred the ashes of the burnt talisman paper with water, and wanted to pour it down for Liu Chengyong.

It's a pity that old man Liu didn't cooperate, and most of the glass of water was spilled.

However, the talisman also played a role. Liu Chengyong, who had been making a fuss all the time, gradually became weaker in his struggle, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

Seeing this, Mrs. Wang was frightened and called her husband twice, but when there was no response, she hurriedly called his name.

The middle-aged priest comforted him: "Mrs. Wang, your husband is fine, I just let him sleep first."

Mrs. Wang didn't believe it: "He passed out all of a sudden here, is he really all right?"

"It's okay. I used the Sleeping Talisman. It's just that he has poor physique and the effect takes effect too quickly. Let's carry him to the bed first."

"Oh, good, good." The bewildered Mrs. Wang finally regained her senses.

Following the Taoist priests, they carried Liu Chengyong into the room.

From the beginning to the end, Tang Gui sat on the sofa, didn't speak or stop him, but just watched the scene with a calm expression.

Soon, Mrs. Wang and the middle-aged Taoist priest came out of the room, and the young Taoist priest stayed behind to prevent Liu Chengyong from waking up halfway and any accidents would happen.

The two sat on the sofa, Mrs. Wang sighed and said: "Look, he is like this now, making a noise and committing suicide when he is not allowed to go out. Sometimes my aunt and I can't control him, Daoist, look... ..."

The middle-aged Taoist priest interrupted her and said, "I have roughly understood that what we have to do now is to wait."

Mrs. Wang said: "Wait for the kid to come over?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded: "Well, if the old man doesn't go out tonight, those little ghosts will come back to find out the reason. All we have to do is wait for it to appear, and catch the turtle in the urn."

Mrs. Wang said: "OK."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Tang Gui who had been silent all this time, and saw him sitting there with a calm expression, as if he had no opinion.

The living room was too quiet, and it was a bit awkward for the three of them to sit dryly, so Mrs. Wang turned on the TV and picked up a movie to watch.

Tang Gui leaned on the sofa, with his right elbow resting on the back of the sofa, his eyes fell on the TV screen, and he watched the movie seriously.

Among the three, he looked the most stable.

As time passed, Mrs. Wang was in her 60s and couldn't stay up all night. She started to feel sleepy after ten o'clock and kept yawning. She couldn't help but asked the middle-aged priest: "Mr. Qian , do you think the kid will come over tonight?"

The middle-aged priest glanced at the wall clock, hesitated, shook his head and said: "I'm not sure, but it should appear. Usually, the kid is the worst at midnight, and you won't know until after twelve o'clock. If the wife is sleepy, you can go to the house first." Sleep, wait for the kid to show up, I'll have someone call you."

"Okay, then my husband will leave it to you."

She stood up, glanced at Tang Gui who was sitting next to him watching a movie, and was about to say a few words, but after thinking about it for a long time, she didn't think of what to say, so she just yawned, stretched her waist and left.

As midnight approached, the middle-aged Taoist priest saw that the living room was still silent, and his expression became anxious.

It stands to reason that it shouldn't be, shouldn't the kid appear at this time?

Or is it that there are no little ghosts, no, if there are no little ghosts, then what is the matter with the yin energy at noon?

What's going on with old man Liu's bewildered state?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help clenching his fingers, thinking: No matter whether there is a ghost or not, Mrs. Wang must see a little ghost appearing tonight.

Otherwise, if you don't have money, it's a small thing, but your reputation is a big deal.

Mrs. Wang's family is rich, and the friends around her are also powerful and powerful. If it is rumored that he is incompetent and simple, and when something happens in the future, who will look for him?

Just thinking about this, a door behind him opened, Mrs. Wang came out yawning, and asked sleepily, "Daoist Qian, is the kid here?"

Embarrassment appeared on the middle-aged priest's face, he coughed lightly, and said, "Not yet."

"If my wife doesn't mind, I want to recruit ghosts."

These words made Mrs. Wang wake up immediately, she widened her eyes and said, "Recruiting ghosts?"

"Well." The middle-aged Taoist priest said: "It's not a solution for us to wait all the time. Since it doesn't appear, then I can only attract it."

"Can……"

"Madam, don't worry, I can get the kid here, and I can deal with it naturally. If the kid doesn't come tonight, Mr. Liu will still be clamoring to go out tomorrow night."

Mrs. Wang showed hesitation, but when she thought of her husband's state, she still gritted her teeth and said cruelly: "Okay, but how can you guarantee that the kid you recruited must be the one that killed my husband?"

The middle-aged priest said to himself: "I have my own way."

In the small courtyard outside the villa, the cold wind was howling. The middle-aged Taoist master took a mahogany sword and started to fight.

There were sticks of incense sticks on the ground, and the flames of the Soul Lamp danced with the wind. Half a day passed, but there was no reaction at all.

In the middle of the winter night, it was so cold that it made people shiver, but the middle-aged Taoist priest was sweating all over his forehead.

Mrs. Wang next to her was holding a talisman in her hand, and looked left and right for a long time, but she couldn't find any way, so she couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Daoist Qian, is the kid here?"

The middle-aged Daoist gritted his teeth, and once again performed a set of sword skills, throwing out the dozen or so talisman papers in his hand, and scattered them in the air, creating a spectacular scene.

At this time, while Mrs. Wang was not paying attention, he took out a small porcelain bottle from the sleeve of his Taoist robe and opened the lid.

This is the porcelain bottle that he hid in his sleeve just now, just to be able to find the 'ghost' without fail.

At this time, he didn't care much, no matter what kind of brat he was, a kid must appear now!

Just as he was about to open the lid of the porcelain bottle, a shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, and before he could react, his hand was already empty.

The young man who had been silent all this time came out of the room at some point.

When the middle-aged Taoist saw the porcelain bottle in his hand, his eyes widened in astonishment: "You!"

Tang Gui looked back and forth at the bottle the size of his middle finger, raised his head and asked him, "Is the Taoist chief planning to call for a thief?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest has not yet realized what happened to the shadow just now?

That can't be the speed that a living person can have!

The author has something to say: double update today, fat and early (kimbo)

Hey hey I'm going to sleep