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

Hearing this, Chu Yang stood up suddenly.

Lou Xing shrank back and covered his head with both hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Tang Gui reaching out to stop him, and he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Tang Gui held Chu Yang back and asked Lou Xing, "What else?"

Lou Xing's nerves were still in the consciousness that he might be beaten just now, and he didn't realize the meaning of his words for a while.

"Apart from this inkstone, is there anything else?"

Lou Xing nodded: "Yes, yes, yes."

While he was searching, Tang Gui picked up the inkstone and showed it to Chu Yang, and asked him in a low voice, "Do you have any impression?"

Chu Yang glanced at the Fang Yantai, saw the gossip diagram on it, and snorted angrily, which was his answer.

"and this."

Lou Xing put a piccolo on the table.

Tang Gui glanced at the flute, but couldn't see a way out, so he simply turned his head to look at Chu Yang, only to see that he picked up the piccolo and looked it over, and suddenly thought of something, the corners of his tense mouth suddenly raised There was a trace of amplitude, but soon this amplitude was interrupted by Lou Xing's voice.

Lou Xing: "Chu Yang's name is engraved on this piccolo."

Tang Gui took the flute from Chu Yang's hand in surprise, glanced at the pipe, and found the words on it.

Not only is Chu Yang's name engraved on it, but there are two words in front of it: Fu Zhi.

Tang Gui's heart sank, and complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

He had thought of this situation before, after all, Chu Yang had been waiting in this Taoist temple for nearly a hundred years before he knew him.

If there is no deep relationship between the two, it is impossible for Chu Yang to hold on for so long, waiting for a person who is about to disappear from memory.

Tang Gui raised his eyes and glanced at Lou Xing on the opposite side, feeling a little inexplicably blocked in his heart for a moment.

But soon his complexion returned to normal, and he asked, "Is there any more?"

Lou Xing noticed that Tang Gui's tone became a bit cold, and thought he was getting impatient, so he simply took out all the things in the satchel and put them on the desk.

Chu Yang checked one by one, and every time he picked up something, Lou Xing explained aloud, which gradually aroused Chu Yang's long-lasting memory.

Seeing the uncontrollable smile at the corner of his mouth, Tang Gui felt even more blocked in his heart. He stood up and said, "You guys talk first, I'll pour you a glass of water."

Lou Xing was so startled that he immediately stood up and waved his hands again and again: "No way!"

He was still relying on Tang Gui to keep Chu Yang here. Once he left, if he didn't say something right later, Chu Yang, a ghost, would definitely beat him up.

Tang Gui seemed to see his thoughts, and comforted him: "It's okay, you are probably his master now, and he won't touch you."

Lou Xing said in disbelief, "Really?"

Tang Gui: "Yes."

Coming out of the bedroom, Tang Gui let out a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, his mind was in a mess, his thoughts were in a mess, and he didn't know how things had come to this point.

Obviously, I agreed to help him find the owner at the beginning, so why did I get myself involved halfway?

Now that Chu Yang's owner has been found, what about him?

Tang Gui went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, stood in the yard, drank it one sip at a time, while looking into the distance, trying to calm himself down.

Before he could figure it out, he heard Lou Xing's flattering laughter from behind him.

Tang Gui turned his head and saw two people walking out of the room.

Chu Yang walked up to him without hesitation, and said coldly to Lou Xing, "You can go."

The smile on Lou Xing's face froze: "Just...just leave?"

Chu Yang said angrily: "Otherwise, what else do you want?"

Tang Gui knew what Lou Xing was thinking, and explained aloud: "You go back first, I have time to ask Daoist Luo Xing when he is free, and take you to see him."

"Okay, okay, then don't forget."

Lou Xing reminded as he walked out: "Don't forget!"

Tang Gui watched him go away, until the person next to him hugged him from behind, put his chin on Tang Gui's shoulder, and asked him, "Are you unhappy?"

Tang Gui restrained his emotions, reached out and rubbed his head, and asked, "Do you think he is your master?"

"No." Chu Yang replied without hesitation: "My master can't be someone like him."

Tang Guidao: "They have already been reincarnated, and there will inevitably be deviations in their personalities."

Chu Yang disagreed: "Even if there is a deviation, it can't be him."

Tang Gui didn't answer any more.

Although Chu Yang refused to admit it, the facts were already in front of him.Soon his thoughts were pulled back, one hand of Chu Yang was restraining his waist, and the other hand was rubbing and sliding on his lower abdomen, which was very suggestive.

Tang Gui couldn't laugh or cry when he was making trouble, he patted his dishonest hand, and said, "Don't move!"

Chu Yang was dissatisfied: "I've been hungry for a long time."

Because of his roommate, Tang Gui ordered Chu Yang to stay obediently in the jade tablet for the next two days, not even sleeping with his arms around him at night.

Now that he finally returned to the Taoist temple, Chu Yang would not let him go.

Tang Gui said in a serious tone: "Chu Yang, don't be like this, I'm really not in the mood to think about those things."

Chu Yang sensed his irritability, stood up straight, looked serious, stared at him with lowered eyes, and asked after a long time: "Tang Gui, are you... worried about our relationship?"

"No." Tang Gui turned and went to the kitchen, turning his back to him and said, "Don't worry, if it is confirmed that Lou Xing's previous life was your master, I will withdraw voluntarily... I will never make things difficult for you."

Chu Yang didn't know how to comfort him, so he just followed behind him silently, watching him clean the house, tidy up the main hall, read and rest.

This dull mood lasted until the evening.

Tang Gui wasn't in the mood to eat, so he didn't cook. He just lit a few sticks of incense for the little ghosts in the Xibei Hall, took a shower and went back to the bedroom.

He was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the roof above his head in a daze.

Tang Gui thought, if Lou Xing was really Chu Yang's master, would he move in and would Chu Yang cling to Lou Xing like he was?

Will Lou Xing live in this bedroom, sleep on the bed they have slept on, sleep on the pillow they have slept on, and do what they have done...

Tang Gui cut off the thoughts behind him, clenched his hands involuntarily, and curled himself into a ball.

He can't convince himself, what should he do?

Just as Tang Gui was thinking wildly, the cool temperature was on his back. The tall ghost behind him easily embraced him in his arms, resting his chin on the back of his head, and whispered in his ear: " What's wrong?"

After a long time, Tang Gui spat out a word: "Cold."

Chu Yang got up, pulled the quilt at the end of the bed, covered him, hugged him again through the quilt, and whispered: "It would be great if you were my master."

Tang Gui's back stiffened, and he pretended to be relaxed and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm serious." Chu Yang buried his head in his neck, and said in a dull voice, "My master should be like you."

"Smart, composed, calm, fair-skinned, eminent..."

Listening to Tang Gui, he felt that something was wrong. He touched a cold palm on his waist. He immediately reacted, stretched out his hand to hold it, and said vigilantly, "What do you want?"

Chu Yang leaned over and whispered in his ear, which made Tang Gui's cheeks flush. At the same time, the hands under the quilt had broken free from Tang Gui's restraint, sneaked in along the corner of his clothes, followed the trend, stopped near the collarbone, and started to make trouble.

Tang Gui was caught off guard by being bullied, he only felt the tingling sensation in his heart spread to his limbs and bones, and his back stiffened instantly as if electrified.

"you!"

Tang Gui wanted to reprimand him, but before he could speak, he quickly bit his lips tightly to prevent his voice from overflowing.

After several times, Chu Yang figured out all his weaknesses, which is simply hateful.

Chu Yang's head rested on his neck, and after only a moment, Tang Gui completely surrendered.

***

The sky was getting brighter, Tang Gui was like a puddle of mud, motionless, Chu Yang pulled up the quilt, carefully covered his body, then hugged him gently in his arms, rubbed his chin on his shoulder, whispered Well, murmured: "Tang Gui, you can be my master."

Tang Gui didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he said angrily: "Could it be that the reason for being your master is to be taken advantage of by you?"

Chu Yang chuckled, and said as a matter of course: "As my master, I will obediently listen to you and work as a coolie for you every night."

Tang Gui's cheeks flushed, he gave him a hard look, and said, "Get lost!"

Being disturbed by him like this, Tang Gui's dull mood was relieved, and he didn't have the energy to worry about whether Lou Xing was his master's business.

The next day, he didn't climb out of bed until the sun was high, clutching his sore waist, and went out to wash.

At this time, he remembered that besides him, there was another Taoist priest in the Taoist temple.

He walked to the east room, looked at the closed doors and windows, and tried to knock: "Master Song Feng?"

No one answered inside.

He knocked again, and seeing that there was still no answer, he stretched out his hand and pushed, but he didn't expect the door to be unlocked, so he pushed it open.

The room was clean and tidy, the quilt on the bed was neatly folded, a piece of paper was pleated on the bed cabinet, and a pen was pressed on it.

Tang Gui was startled slightly, and walked over.

The note is a thank you letter from Song Feng, thanking him for taking care of him during this period of time. Now that his injuries have healed, he is leaving.

In addition to this note, he also left 1000 yuan, saying that some time ago, he earned it by fortune-telling for others, and it was used as food expenses for the past half month.

The time on the letter was two days ago, that is to say, on Wednesday, Daoist Song Feng had already left.

Tang Gui put away the letter and walked out of the room.

In fact, Taoist Song Feng is a very knowledgeable and independent person. During the time he lived in the temple, every Saturday and Sunday, he would cook for him on time, and he never participated in Tang Gui's affairs. As long as he didn't take the initiative to say something, he would Don't even ask.

I heard from the old ghosts that even though Tang Gui was not around, Song Feng would still get up every morning to offer incense to the patriarch, and then burn incense to them. When practicing, you can be safe and smooth.

In the afternoon, Tang Gui moved a stool and went to the grove to tell his fortune as usual.

At the same time, far away in the River Kwai Villa area.

Lou Xing stood awkwardly in front of the door number 6012, swallowed timidly, and reached out to press the doorbell.

The author has something to say: Tang Gui: I accidentally ate my own jealousy.

Chu Yang: Look how firm you are. (praise me!)

Some typos are intentional mistakes, please correct them yourself, okay?

Although it's a bit late, I finally wrote it before you get up, I'm going to rest, by the way, good morning.

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