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

Tang Gui sneered: "Why don't you continue pretending?"

Chu Yang didn't answer, buried his head into his neck, and gradually tightened his arms around his waist, allowing Tang Gui to feel his 'spirit'.

"..."

Tang Gui was speechless: "Restrain me!"

Chu Yang felt wronged: "It's been long enough."

When he was speaking, one hand had already sneaked into the clothes dishonestly from the hem, stroking Tang Gui's thin abdomen, and it slid down along with the waistline.

After only half a moment, Tang Gui's back was numb from being pushed by him, his body trembled uncontrollably, his hands were clenched tightly, and finally he leaned loosely on Li Gui behind him, and compromised: "Don't be here."

In the West Palace.

[-] was lying on the side of the mahjong table, vaguely heard someone crying, and said puzzledly: "Hey, big brother seems to be crying."

After hearing this, the four old ghosts looked at each other, but no one spoke.

The two little ghosts thought they hadn't heard, stepped forward and grabbed the old ghost's clothes, and repeated: "Grandpa ghost, big brother is crying, is there another bad guy coming to bully big brother?"

"..." The old ghost didn't know how to explain to them, so he simply waved to the others: "Come, come, play mahjong."

He wanted to make some noise, but he could always drown out the humiliating low sobbing.

There was a crashing sound of mahjong, and the middle-aged female ghost couldn't help but gossip: "I have long said that our ancestor also has thoughts about Master Tang. Looking at it now, it really has been on his mind."

Er Cheng was dissatisfied and said: "Come on, what time is it, and you still have the time to say such sarcastic remarks. If you have the time, let's think about how to find a shelter. Our room is right between Master Tang's bedroom and the main hall. In the future, we will inevitably hear some things that shouldn’t be heard, and if Master Tang finds out, I’m afraid he will drive us out of the Taoist temple.”

"That's right." The middle-aged female ghost thought about it, and said, "How about we move to the East Side Hall?"

Er Cheng said: "That is the ancestral hall of Master Tang's relatives, how can we go grab the site."

The old ghost clicked his tongue in embarrassment: "Then we can only choose a few rooms on the east side. Apart from the room where the old Taoist lived and a room dedicated to storing sundries, there are three vacant rooms. We have one?"

The middle-aged female ghost nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, but how do we tell Master Tang that if he asks to change rooms suddenly, he will definitely be able to guess what it is."

The little ghosts fell into deep thought, and the room returned to silence.

After a few seconds, they looked at each other suspiciously, and asked each other with their lips: Why is there no sound?

Several people looked in the direction of the closed door at the same time, stretched their necks one by one, and pricked up their ears to listen carefully.

After a while, still silent, they thought: Could it be over so soon?

West room, bedroom.

The door was closed tightly, the windows were closed, the room became dark, and there was a sense of ambiguity in the air.

On the bed, Tang Gui was forced to kneel on the bed, with tears in his eyes, because he didn't want to make those shameful sounds, he simply bit his arm and blocked the sound.

Chu Yang bumped dissatisfied: "Hey, take your hands away, I like to hear your voice."

Tang Gui scolded in a low voice: "Get lost, uh—"

As soon as he uttered a word, Chu Yang took the opportunity to attack, which made Tang Gui swell and feel refreshed, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Chu Yang comforted him: "They heard it when they heard it, it's okay."

Tang Gui wished he could kick him off the bed on the spot: "Fuck, you fucking end it soon."

It's going to die.

He really couldn't say the latter sentence.

Chu Yang didn't answer, but told him with actions that it would be too late.

In the evening, when Song Feng came home from outside, he saw thick smoke rising from the Taoist temple from a long distance away.

He was startled suddenly, and quickly ran into the observation room. Just as he was about to put down his things to put out the fire, he saw a young man walking out of the kitchen billowing with black smoke.

The young man was dressed in a dark red gold-plated robe, with long hair standing on end. He looked handsome and frowned. When he saw Song Feng, he said in a natural tone, "Come here and deal with it."

Song Feng ignored his commanding tone and asked in surprise, "Are you... Patriarch?"

Chu Yang glanced at him coldly.

It wasn't until Song Feng came to his senses that he quickly ran into the kitchen, found the source of the thick smoke, and extinguished it.

It seems that Chu Yang didn't know that the hot water pot can directly boil water, so he chose the clay pot that has not been used for a long time.

But ghosts belong to Yin, so they are naturally afraid of fire. Even if Chu Yang is a powerful little ghost, he doesn't like to get too close to fire.

So after the fire was lit, the firewood was stuffed into it all at once, resulting in insufficient oxygen in the boiler, so it couldn't burn, and instead, thick smoke was suffocated.

Song Feng finished disposing of the firewood, coughed and walked out of the kitchen, letting the black smoke inside slowly dissipate.

He went to the pool to wash his hands, then turned around and asked the young man leaning against the entrance of the main hall: "What did the Patriarch light the fire for?"

Chu Yang: "Boil the water."

Song Feng was puzzled: "Boil water?"

Chu Yang pointed to the direction on the west side: "Tang Gui has a fever."

"Have a fever?" Hearing this, Song Feng quickly walked into the room to check, and saw that the doors and windows of the room were all open, and Tang Gui was lying on the bed neatly dressed, his cheeks were slightly red, and he was breathing heavily. He really had a fever.

Sensing someone coming in, Tang Gui opened his eyes, saw that it was Song Feng, and sat up propped up: "Master Song Feng."

Song Feng stretched out his hand to caress his forehead, and it was hot to the touch: "Why do you have a fever?"

Tang Gui smiled wryly: "It's okay."

Being tossed hard by a certain ghost, how could he say such words.

"Is there any antipyretics?"

"Ah."

"I guess there is no water at home, you should rest first, the water is boiled, I will bring it to you."

"Thank you." Tang Gui was not too polite to him. After watching him leave, he was about to lie back down again. His eyes happened to catch a glimpse of the clothes and sheets that had been changed on the chair. His body froze and his mind went blank for an instant.

Just now...Did Daoist Song Feng see it?

After a while, he took a deep breath. No matter what, things had already happened. He tried to calm himself down and smelled the smell in the air. He didn't know if his nose was blocked or the doors and windows were always open. He didn't smell anything. weird smell.

He relaxed slightly, reached out to pick up the bath towel next to him, and threw it on the chair, covering the 'criminal evidence' on it.

In the courtyard, after Song Feng came out of the room, he saw that the thick smoke in the kitchen had almost dissipated, so he went in and boiled a pot of hot water.

Behind him, the patriarch followed him at some point, standing at the kitchen door and staring at him.

To be precise, he was staring at his movements, as if he was studying silently.

Song Feng felt very surprised, but didn't say much.

Taking advantage of the time to boil the water, Song Feng also made dinner and brought it to Tang Gui's room together.

During dinner, Daoist Song Feng couldn't help sighing: "Tang Gui, your patriarch looks so young."

"Ah."

Song Feng lowered his voice: "It just looks like he has a cold temper and is not easy to get along with."

"But he seems to care about you a lot. A ghost actually touches the fire in order to boil water for you. Many little ghosts would like to hide as far away as possible when they see the fire, let alone contact the Yanghuo on their own initiative."

"how did you do it?"

"Hmm... Maybe it's our generation that is dying. I'm afraid that after I'm gone, no one will worship him."

Song Feng was dubious: "Really?"

"Um"

Could it be that to be honest, his fever was all because of his animal behavior?

Tang Gui didn't want to talk about things related to Chu Yang, so he took the initiative to change the subject: "Is the Taoist priest going out today?"

"Well, I have nothing to do these few days, so I went to the nearby forest and park to set up a fortune-telling stall."

Tang Gui was startled: "Set up a fortune-telling stall?"

Song Feng explained: "More than a month ago, the management of Linhe Park recruited Taoist priests and fortune tellers everywhere, and asked them to set up fortune-telling stalls in the park, saying that they wanted to create a street of metaphysics."

"I just thought that my fortune-telling skills should not go to waste, so I happened to go to set up a stall and barely earn enough money for food every day."

"Oh." Tang Gui nodded.

It seems that he has been busy with various things since the beginning of school, and he hasn't told anyone's fortune for a long time.

Those people who added him on WeChat before also asked him for fortune-telling and divination, but they were all rejected by Tang Gui. After a long time, those people didn't bother him anymore.

After dinner, Song Feng cleaned up the dishes and washed them.

Tang Gui took the medicine, washed up briefly, and then lay back on the bed to rest. After a while, he got up, reached for the phone on the bed cabinet, and opened WeChat.

After he went back to school before, Sun Decai always sent him messages from time to time, saying that after he left, the number of people at the gate of the Taoist temple had not decreased. He even took pictures of him and asked him if he would return to the Taoist temple on Saturdays and Sundays.

At that time Tang Gui was being hunted down by a wizard, so he didn't have the time to talk to him. After he didn't reply, he blocked his news. After a long time, he forgot to let him out.

Sure enough, during this period of time, Sun Decai sent him a lot of news, including Lin He Park's solicitation of Taoist priests.

Judging from the recent photos, the fortune-telling street is located near his original stall.

Seeing that there are many stalls selling amulets, beckoning cats, God of Wealth, statues of Guan Gong, etc., there are too many fortune-telling stalls to count.

In most fortune-telling booths, there is a person wearing Taoist robes or ancient gowns, a melon cap, and small black round glasses. Sitting behind the fortune-telling booth, he is fanning leisurely. He really looks like an ancient fortune-teller in TV dramas. .

Tang Gui just thought it was funny, and before exiting the message box, he replied: Business is booming.

Unexpectedly, the other party replied in seconds: Mr. Xiao, you finally showed up.

Tang Gui: Huh?

Sun Decai: Are you really not going to set up a fortune-telling stall?

Tang Gui: There is no time for class.

Sun Decai: Oh, what a pity.

Sun Decai: Let me tell you, there are not many young gentlemen as capable as you now. I have been selling water here for a month, and the fortune-telling stall of the brother next to me has been overturned more than a dozen times. When he first came, he still Claiming to be the young apprentice of the master of Jiyun Temple, he is very capable, hey, I think it is almost as good as bragging. "

"A dozen times a month?" Tang Gui was surprised: "Is there anyone going to his booth to tell fortunes?"

"There are not many people left." Sun Decai explained: "But even if there is no customer, he can't close the stall and leave."

"They signed a contract with Lin He Park. Within three months, regardless of whether he picks up customers or not, he will be paid a stall fee every month. If he wants to get this money, he has to come and clock in every day to set up a stall. .”

"I heard that at other booths, there were fortune tellers whose heads were broken by customers and sent to the hospital. Every day here, people shouted that the fortune tellers were inaccurate and asked to refund the money. Anyway, there are very few serious fortune tellers. .”

They live by fortune-telling, so it’s not like Tang Gui’s five yuan and one hexagram. As long as the hexagram starts with less than a hundred yuan, or even four digits, it’s impossible for them to waste money with just a few words. .

Seeing what Sun Decai said about setting up a stall and clocking in at work every day, and being restrained by others, Tang Gui was very fortunate. Fortunately, he didn't agree to those two people at the beginning, otherwise he would be forced to be tied up in the forest and park every Saturday and Sunday.

Tang Gui was dizzy due to a high fever, and after chatting with Sun Decai for a few words, he put down his phone and prepared to wash up and rest.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in, making him tremble unconsciously.

Instead, a cold body was pasted next to her.

Tang Gui pushed him away irritably, and pulled the thin quilt by his side: "Don't touch me, it's cold."

Chu Yang snorted, stepped back obediently, put his hand on his forehead, felt the scorching heat, and frowned: "Tang Gui, let's go to the hospital."

"Don't go."

Tang Gui thought he was not thick-skinned enough, and when the doctor asked him about the cause of his cold, he couldn't open his mouth to tell the truth.

Chu Yang was also a little at a loss in the face of this situation, so he could only make a promise, saying: "I was reckless this time, and I must pay attention next time."

Tang Gui snorted coldly: "There will be no next time."

He still wants to live a few more years, but he can't stand such a toss.

Chu Yang said sincerely, "I'm sorry."

Tang Gui ignored him.

Chu Yang moved his head closer, with grievance in his tone: "Actually, I'm not usually rude, this time it's...too long."

"...Hundreds of years have been endured, and it's only been a week, are you ashamed to say it's too long?"

Chu Yang blinked his eyes, licked his lips and said, "For the first time, I'm afraid that your body will not be able to bear it, and you will not have fun."

"..."

The author has something to say: Chu Yang: I am wronged, but I will not say it.

There was a cutie who said that my car was hidden and I couldn't see it.

ok, i drove another one, can you see it this time