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

Yi Hanyu saw that he looked at her and said nothing, thinking that he didn't know her, so she hurriedly explained: "Mr. Xiao, I'm your fan!"

Tang Gui raised his eyebrows: "Don't black fans count as fans?"

Yi Hanyu: "..."

Unexpectedly, Tang Gui knew her.

Although I really don't want to admit it, she was indeed the one who posted all those black Tang Gui posts on the Internet.

"I'm sorry, I just did something stupid in a moment of anger. Now I know I was wrong, and I have deleted all the posts and apologized publicly. I beg Mr. Xiao to forgive me this time."

"Oh." Tang Gui didn't care much.

Yi Hanyu was overjoyed: "Master, you mean to forgive me this time, so can you take back the punishment you have given me?"

Tang Gui wondered: "What punishment?"

Yi Hanyu raised his gauze-wrapped hand, choked up with red eyes and asked, "Didn't you do this, Mr. Xiao?"

Tang Gui approached and removed the gauze on her wrist through the earthen wall, and saw that her wrist was black and blue, and even showed signs of decay.

Tang Gui was surprised: "You said I made it?"

Yi Hanyu pursed her lips and said nothing, it was a tacit agreement.

"You wait."

After Tang Gui finished speaking, he turned and went back to the bedroom.

The day before yesterday, he saw Yi Hanyu blackmailing his own post on the Internet. He was really angry at that time, and tied a rope around the wrist of the little puppet with her birthday written on it.

But no matter what the other party said, she was just a little girl who had just grown up. As a boy, he cared about little girls, and he really didn't seem generous enough.

So after the clarification was posted yesterday, he untied the rope on the doll, logically speaking, her wrist shouldn't be so serious.

Tang Gui rummaged through the room and found the little puppet, and found that the originally untied rope was still tied to the puppet's wrist.

He frowned, looked in the direction of the main hall, picked up the puppet and walked in: "Chu Yang, come out!"

There was a sinister air in the tablet, and Chu Yang's clear voice sounded behind him, with a little joy in his tone: "What do you want me for?"

Tang Gui held up the doll, revealing the rope on its wrist, and asked, "Did you make this?"

Chu Yang's doubts deepened: "What did I do?"

"Yesterday I obviously untied the rope, but now the rope is still tied around the doll's wrist."

Chu Yang frowned: "How do I know?"

Tang Gui's tone was a little slow: "Then have you entered my room in the past two days?"

Chu Yang sneered: "What else should I ask me to do? It turns out that I came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and went back to the memorial tablet. Seeing that he was so angry, Tang Gui was slightly taken aback, wondering if he had misunderstood?

He stepped forward and knocked on the tablet: "If I misunderstood, I would like to apologize to you first."

There were still people waiting outside, and Tang Gui didn't want to wait too long. He thought about solving the matter first, and then came to talk to Chu Yang about what was going on.

Thinking of this, he turned and went back to the bedroom, untied the rope on the doll's wrist, drew a spell-breaking talisman and prepared to stuff it into the doll and burn it.

At this moment, there was a shrill scream from outside, and the old ghost suddenly appeared in a dark corner of the bedroom, and said anxiously, "Master Tang is not good, the patriarch insisted on killing Xiaobin!"

Tang Gui suddenly stood up and rushed out of the room, and saw the door of the West Side Hall was wide open. He ignored the gazes of the people outside, and quickly entered the West Side Hall and closed the door.

As soon as the lights in the Xibei Hall were turned on, the little guest under Chu Yang's feet had become transparent, and he would be out of his wits if he came a few more times.

Tang Gui exclaimed, "Chu Yang, stop!"

As if he didn't hear it, Chu Yang raised his foot again and kicked Xiao Bin against the wall like a football.

Xiao Bin's soul was shaken by the impact, like a bubble about to burst.

Tang Gui rushed up quickly, held Xiao Bin in his arms, and used his back to resist Chu Yang's next kick.

After a long time, the pain did not come as expected.

When Tang Gui turned his head, he saw Chu Yang looking at him with a cold face. The next moment, he hummed softly, turned around and disappeared.

As soon as Chu Yang left, the four old ghosts immediately ran out from the dark corner, surrounded Tang Gui, and said with concern: "Xiao Bin, how are you?"

Xiao Bin opened his eyes, looked at Tang Gui, and said in a weak tone: "I'm sorry." As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes closed again.

Tang Gui thought it was going to be gone, and after the old ghost reminded him, he quickly drew a requiem talisman on the spot for him to lie down.

"what happened?"

When he went back to the room and drew a talisman, how did Xiao Bin provoke that big Buddha?

The middle-aged female ghost said: "We don't know either. Just now Xiaobin was watching us play mahjong, and the patriarch suddenly kicked open the door and rushed in. The four of us were afraid of light and immediately hid. The patriarch lifted Xiaobin up." Get up and ask if it has entered your room and touched the puppet in your room? Just as Xiao Bin nodded, he threw it on the ground forcefully."

The middle-aged female ghost patted her chest thankfully and said, "Fortunately, it's only a refining brat, and it can survive until you appear. If it were the four of us, it would definitely be gone in one fell swoop."

Tang Gui pursed his lips and said apologetically, "Sorry, this time it's my problem."

It was because he was too arbitrary, he only thought that the four little ghosts would not dare to enter his room, so he thought it was Chu Yang who did it.

But he forgot that Xiao Bin is still too young after all, he has a childish nature and is curious about everything.

Tang Gui glanced at Xiao Bin lying on the ground whose soul had become transparent, and sighed: "I'd better send you away when I have time."

Chu Yang's temperament is so uncertain, who knows who will be unlucky next time he gets angry.

When he did it, it wasn't a question of how long he would be in the hospital at all, but it would directly drive people out of their wits, without even a chance to repent.

He's been a ghost for too long, he's used to being casual, and he's cold-blooded. He never thinks there's anything wrong with killing ghosts. It's impossible for Tang Gui to guard them all the time. What if one day...

Forget it, let these brats stay away from him.

The four little ghosts looked at each other, and didn't say anything more this time, probably because they were frightened by Chu Yang's fury.

"Hungry Ghost Festival will be here in a few days, and I'll see you off after that."

Tang Gui stepped out, brought a few sticks of incense over half a minute later, lit them and put them next to the incense burner and Xiao Bin, and went out again.

The people outside the Taoist temple didn't know what happened, but they must have heard Xiao Bin's scream just now.

According to the spell-breaking method mentioned in the book, Tang Gui stuffed the spell-breaking talisman into the doll and burned it, then collected the burned soot into a small box, and handed it to Yi Hanyu, who asked her to take it back and apply it.

Yi Hanyu thanked him and left, and many people in the crowd asked him if he could set up a stall for fortune-telling.

Tang Gui thought that he had nothing to do, so he agreed.

After lunch, I really sat in the grove and set up a fortune-telling booth.

In the next few days, the crowd outside the Taoist temple did not decrease. Tang Gui didn't want them to be disappointed, so he could only read books in the morning and set up a fortune-telling stall under the shade of trees in the afternoon.

On this day, not long after he set up his stall, he saw a black commercial Lincoln parked on the side of the road in the distance.

Most of the people who came to him during this time were students on summer vacation, and very few were people whose families and careers were not going well.

This is the first time I have seen such a person who directly drives a luxury car to fortune-telling.

Two young men got out of the car, looking in their thirties, dressed in a black suit, paired with shiny leather shoes, and dressed like a white-collar elite.

As soon as the two appeared, they attracted the attention of everyone present.

They walked towards the fortune-telling booth and asked, "Excuse me, are you Tang Gui, Mr. Tang?"

Tang Gui raised his eyes: "Is there something wrong?"

"Hello, is it convenient for you now, we want to talk to you about something."

Tang Gui got up and chatted with them in a place where no one was around, only to find out that these two people are the managers of Lin He Park.

They learned that Tang Gui was very good at fortune-telling, and they wanted to invite him to continue setting up a stall in the park.

He also said that if Tang Gui was willing, they would help him with publicity.

As for the reason, they didn't say it clearly, but Tang Gui could roughly guess it.

There are many unoccupied merchants and unsold community houses around Linhe Park. They help promote the Tang regulations, and at the same time win a gimmick for the park. Once the park has a flow of people, it can drive other economic operations.

Of course, it is impossible for them to regard Tang Gui as the only gimmick.

"No, I'm not interested." Tang Gui refused without thinking.

The two young people were surprised: "Mr. Tang, the publicity fee we have prepared is very generous. Once you agree, you will be featured on subways, squares, even mobile phones, and TVs. This is invisibly promoting yourself. , increase your reputation."

"At that time, you will be well-known, and many customers will come to visit you. Is this an extremely beneficial plan for you?"

Tang Gui was still firm: "I don't want to be so troublesome, and I don't want to be so famous that everyone knows it. You two should find someone else."

After he finished speaking, he turned and went back to his fortune-telling booth, leaving no room for the two to discuss.

In fact, Tang Gui said he didn’t want to be famous, he was sincere. The hacking incident of the post bar let him know the power of the double-edged sword of the Internet.

While it can bring traffic and fans to Tang Gui, it will also attract unprovoked attacks and abuse.

Tang Gui doesn't think he is a perfect person, and he doesn't want to live under the eyes of others.

Besides, even if something happened, Lin and the management of the park would not help him out and resist.

They also have the potential to be the first to come forward and disassociate themselves from him.

If not, they wouldn't have waited until the post bar manager clarified for him and Yi Hanyu deleted all his posts before appearing here.

After sending these two away, Tang Gui continued to live his leisurely life, reading books in the morning and setting up stalls in the afternoon, time passed quickly.

Ever since he left Xipei Hall that day, Chu Yang hadn't appeared again.

Xiao Bin is now lying in the Xibei Hall every day and is taken care of by four little ghosts in turn, and Tang Gui will also send incense there every day.

His soul is still unstable, but his mental state is slightly better than before, but he is less courageous. Just hearing words like Chu Yang and Patriarch, he can't help but tremble all over.

Hmm... There is also a small stall selling water and snacks at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

That day, after the two left, they called Kong Decai and asked him how his relationship with Tang Gui was and if he could do his ideological work.

After hearing this, Kong Decai also felt that it would be beneficial to Tang Gui, so he said to try, and he ran over that afternoon, just in time to see Tang Gui divination.

He didn't expect that there would be so many people outside the Taoist temple known as the ghost house. He grabbed a person and asked what was going on, but the person praised Tang Gui, saying that Mr. Xiao was very accurate in fortune-telling.

Of course Kong Decai knew that Tang Gui's fortune-telling was accurate, but he watched him tell fortunes with his own eyes, and every calculation was accurate.

Afterwards, he huddled in front of the fortune-telling booth and vaguely mentioned to Tang Gui that he would continue to go to the park for fortune-telling. Seeing Tang Gui's refusal, he slapped his thigh and said, "Since you don't want to go there, forget it. I'll leave tomorrow." Bring my stall over here."

Tang Gui: "I don't have much business here"

"It's okay, I have confidence in you, you are so capable, there will be more people here sooner or later!"

"..."

I don't know when it started, but this big brother is very enthusiastic and trusting in him, and he has become his loyal fanboy.

No matter how bad the flow of people in Linhe Park is, it is impossible for it to be less crowded than his place. However, it seems that the eldest brother’s family does not seem to be short of money. Also left automatically.

In a blink of an eye, the Ghost Festival is coming.

It was nearly twelve o'clock in the morning that night, Tang Gui came out of the Taoist temple with an old washbasin, walked slowly to the side of the road, put it down, lit a lot of incense and put it in the basin, and said silently: I hope to pass by My brothers and friends can eat a few bites.

After finishing speaking, he turned and went back.

After midnight, Tang Gui, who had just come out of the shower, obviously felt that the temperature had dropped. When he came out of the bathroom, he saw five ghosts lying on the side of the earth wall, one by one stretching their heads outwards, stretching their heads outwards. sniffing.

Even though they were so far away from the roadside, they took a sip of it, as if they had really eaten it.

Tang Gui looked funny, shook his head helplessly, and turned to look at the main hall with the door tightly closed.

In the main hall, Chu Yang sat on the altar, fiddling with the incense sticks in the incense box boringly.

He and Tang Gui saw that the cold war had been going on for several days, and if he didn't show up, the other party had no intention of coming.

Chu Yang didn't understand, he had killed countless ghosts before, and he always did whatever he wanted without any scruples, why couldn't he kill them this time?

In fact, if he really wanted to make a move, no one would be able to stop him, but Tang Gui's indifference made him feel an inexplicable irritability.

Could it be that he really did something wrong this time?

The author has something to say: Chu Yang: I don't think I did anything wrong, but my wife ignored me.