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

Chu Yang looked arrogant, but he was actually easy to coax.

Tang Gui just said three or five good words and called Patriarch a few times, and he lost all his anger.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning when I came out of the emergency room after the infusion.

There are almost no pedestrians on the road, and even the street lights are not so bright.

Tang Gui scanned a shared bicycle on the side of the road and drove towards the western suburbs along the navigation of his mobile phone.

On the way, he chatted with Chu Yang without saying a word, and couldn't help talking about the sudden appearance of Chu Yang the day before yesterday.

That day, after the female ghost disappeared, Tang Gui returned to the dormitory, only to receive a message from Xu Cheng asking where he was.

So, how did Chu Yang, who was unfamiliar with the school, find him?

Chu Yang lightly threw out three words: Tracking Talisman.

Tang Gui remembered that on the first day he went to the Taoist temple, Chu Yang drew a tracking talisman on the palm of his hand. At that time, he didn't want to escape, and this tracking talisman was never used. He didn't expect to save his life this time. .

Tang Gui hooked the corners of his lips and asked him: "Next time I'm in danger, can you still come and save me?"

Chu Yang hummed cheerfully, perhaps because he realized that he agreed too quickly, and added arrogantly: "It depends on my mood."

Tang Gui replied in a very face-saving way: "Then I will behave well."

This sentence succeeded in pleasing Chu Yang, and the other party threw over a jade plaque casually: "If you are in danger, smear a drop of blood on it, and I will sense it."

Turning to disgust, he said: "This time, you are lucky. If you meet someone who is stronger, when you are reincarnated, those two idiots may not be able to catch up."

"..."

It's not that serious.

Although Xu Cheng and Gao Yuansheng were a little slow, they at least invited him over, otherwise Tang Gui would really be over.

He was riding the bicycle with one hand, and with the other hand he was stroking the jade plaque in his hand, which was only the size of a finger belly, and he felt inexplicably fond of it.

He felt the fine lines on the jade plaque, so he couldn't help stopping the tram under the street lamp, held up the jade plaque for a closer look, and vaguely saw that it was engraved with runes, and there were three characters at the bottom: Chu Yangyin .

Tang Gui asked, "Did you engrave this before your death?"

Chu Yang, who was floating in the air, frowned and thought for a while: "I don't remember, it should be given by my master."

Tang Gui: "Why do you say that?"

Chu Yang snorted softly: "My good things are all sent by the master."

"..."

What he said was straightforward, and Tang Gui was not easy to refute.

But being able to turn such an arrogant person like Chu Yang into his little fanboy shows that his master is also a powerful character.

Xu Shi has the friendship of saving lives and seeing a doctor, and the relationship between the two is not as strange as before.

There was one sentence along the way, and the one who didn't say a word even reached the door of the Taoist temple.

Next morning:

Tang Gui got up early, rode a dilapidated tram to the nearest vegetable market to buy vegetables, and bought a lot of necessities along the way.

After breakfast, he moved out of grandpa's reclining chair and sat in the yard basking in the sun.

The main reason for this illness is the entry of yin and evil into the body, and more exposure to the sun will increase the yang energy.

However, the summer sun was too harsh, and when it was around ten o'clock, Tang Gui couldn't stand it any longer, so he hid in the woods outside the courtyard and lay down on the swing to read a book.

It didn't take long to watch, the sleeping ingredients in the cold medicine took effect, and I started to feel drowsy.

This kind of leisurely life lasted for three or four days, and his cold finally got better, and the scars on his neck also faded a lot.

After breakfast that day, Tang Gui went to a utility room on the east side to rummage through things.

Before his grandfather left that day, he not only left a list of making incense, but also told him that there was a stone mill the size of a washbasin and some molds in the sundries, which he used to grind and make incense.

Although Tang Gui caught a cold, he was not idle all the time. During this period, he took out all the dozens of plants he had collected to dry.

The next step, grinding, can be done today.

This is also the most troublesome and labor-intensive step.

Tang Gui found out the stone mill, cleaned it, dried it in the sun, and started grinding.

During the grinding, Chu Yang came over to oversee the work, sat on the desk, and asked him what plant he was holding from time to time.

Seeing that the patriarch was in a good mood, the four little ghosts in the Xibei Hall also started their entertainment, playing mahjong.

The afternoon of the second day.

Tang Gui entered the main hall with a plate full of incense sticks, took out three sticks and lit them, and inserted them into the incense burner.

The smoke from the incense sticks slowly overflowed, Tang Gui tried to smell it, and found that the smell was light and very pleasant, as expected, it was something that cost a lot of money.

Just as he was sighing, a clear voice sounded behind him: "Hey, it worked?"

At some point, Chu Yang appeared behind him, walked over slowly, skipped him to the altar, took a breath, and praised: "Not bad."

Tang Gui didn't have to speak, but the upturned corners of his mouth showed that he was in a good mood.

Although Chu Yang has been crying for more than a month, he didn't lose his composure like the old ghosts and the others.

At this moment, he was leaning on the altar with one hand, his legs were crossed, his posture was lazy, and his expression was relaxed. The cigarettes seemed to have a target, and they all drifted towards him.

The three sticks of incense burned very quickly, and after a while they reached the end and extinguished slowly.

Tang Gui was about to go forward and light three more sticks of incense for him, when he saw that he had picked up three sticks and lit them, inserted them into the incense burner, and continued to smoke.

Tang Gui: "?"

Is he too ignorant?

Can the patriarch still worship himself?

Chu Yang caught a glimpse of his surprised expression, and sneered, "I'm not a child. I eat by myself. Are you so surprised?"

Tang Gui looked away: "No."

Then he asked back: "Then do you not need me in the future..."

Chu Yang immediately interrupted him: "Need."

"……Fine."

While the two were talking, the three sticks of incense were about to burn out again.

This time, Chu Yang didn't do it himself, but knocked on the confession table.

How could Tang Gui not understand what he meant, so he stepped forward helplessly and lighted it up for him again.

After inhaling the incense three times in a row, Chu Yang returned to the tablet to rest contentedly.

Tang Zhizhi went to the grove and continued to lie on the swing and read a book.

During this time, he has been reading hexagram books.

He used to know only face reading, but now he not only knows palm reading, but also the five elements, zodiac signs, zodiac signs, word measurement, etc...

It's just that I haven't tried it on anyone, so I don't know if it's accurate.

As it happens tomorrow Saturday, he can go to the park to continue setting up his fortune-telling booth.