Strange Tales: The Yin-Yang Celestial Master

During the day, Longhu Lake is calm and leisurely, with gentle waves shining on the water surface.

Qi Buyang walked alone by the lake, his plain white Tang suit was very conspicuous among the passing crowd.A gust of wind blew by, and a small piece of bright green leaf floated down from overhead and landed silently on his shoulder.

Stretching out his hand to pat off the fallen leaves, Qi Buyang glanced at the light man on the treetop out of the corner of his eye. He was puffing his cheeks and trying to blow off the leaves on those branches.

——A kid who had just died, with a weak popularity still on his body.

Qi Buyang thought for a while, decided to ignore him, and walked directly under the tree.

After a while, when a man with a briefcase hurried past Qi Buyang, he suddenly found a light shadow trailing behind the man, it was the little ghost just now.

The ghost floated around the man twice, stopped next to his briefcase, turned his head to look around furtively, suddenly reached into the bag, and quickly took out a wallet.

This ghost is actually stealing!

Qi Buyang was taken aback, and at the same time reacted very quickly and threw a talisman from his sleeve, and stuck it on the little devil's hand. The little devil's fingers stiffened, and he watched the wallet pass through his fingers and fell on the ground. on the ground.

He hurriedly bent to pick it up, but found that his transparent palm went straight through the wallet like air, and he couldn't pick it up anyway. Immediately anxious and frightened, he glanced at Qi Buyang in horror, turned his head and ran away.

Qi Buyang immediately realized a more serious problem - why can a ghost touch objects in the yang world? !

The more he thought about it, the more wrong he got, he chased after him, and deliberately bumped into the owner when he passed by. The man stopped to complain, but suddenly found that his wallet fell on the ground, he bent down to pick it up, and when he looked back, the man just now The boy in white has already run away.

Qi Buyang chased the little ghost all the way into Longhu Park, and when he reached a secluded place, the little ghost disappeared as soon as he turned a corner. He hurriedly looked around, only to see a person sitting on a bench under a tree, a strange long-haired man.

This is the darkest corner of the park. There are few tourists. The luxuriant trees stretch out their branches to cover the light above the head. The air smells like damp soil. .

Qi Buyang hesitated whether to speak to remind the tourist to leave this unsafe place as soon as possible, but he did not expect that the other party spoke first——

"Aren't you going after it? The prey has run away."

Being reminded by him, Qi Buyang was stunned, could this person...

There was no time to think about it at the moment, thinking about the kid just now, and hurriedly left along the path.

It's a pity that I still lost it. After searching around, I didn't find the little ghost, so Qi Buyang had to give up. When he went out, he took a look at the place just now. The man had disappeared, leaving only an empty bench.

On the way back, Qi Buyang couldn't help thinking about what happened just now.

The man on the bench made him very concerned. He didn't know if it was because of his distinctive long hair, or because of his handsome but aggressive appearance, or because of the vague smile on the corner of his mouth when he spoke. Everyone gave him an indescribably weird feeling.

And that man also seemed to be able to see ghosts, and he didn't show the slightest surprise at chasing after him holding the talisman. Could it be that he is also a celestial master?But the family of celestial masters in this city is only their Qi family, and wandering celestial masters from outside must first greet the Qi family if they want to do business here. He has seen all those people, but he has no impression of this man.

There are fewer and fewer celestial masters now, and there are only a few people in the whole city, so he won't remember wrongly.Unless it's fakes that pretend to be gods and have no magic power...

Thinking of this, he shook his head subconsciously. He always felt that that person was an expert, so it was impossible that he didn't have mana.

Who is that person?

Qi Buyang murmured in his heart, he is obviously a man, but he has long hair, but it is not inappropriate to match his profound facial features, on the contrary, it forms a natural visual impact, but faintly reveals a different from human. Demonic...

In an instant, the word "shemale" popped out of his mind, scaring the pure Qi Buyang into shivering.

Unable to think about the result, he pulled his hair in some annoyance, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had arrived in an open wilderness.The strong wind whizzed past the ears in an unorganized way, bringing a burst of joking and laughing voices.

He suddenly thought of something, sighed, turned around and walked towards the raised dirt bag beside him.Weeds were luxuriant at the foot, and a few dilapidated tombstones were erected sparsely among the grass, stubbornly guarding the graves piled up with loess behind them.Even so, it was hard to hide the desolate and dilapidated atmosphere around, even the graves were covered with wormwood that hadn't been cleaned up.

In the past, it used to be a burial cemetery.

Following the sound of the voices, Qi Buyang walked to the depths of the cemetery, and finally found the few residents who had been lingering here and refused to leave.

They are happily holding a plastic bag blowing competition in the open space in front of the grave to see who can blow the plastic bag the farthest.

At this time, it seemed that there was a dispute because the plastic bags of two of the players were relatively close to each other.

"I should have won, my plastic bag flew in front of Old Wang's tombstone!"

"No, no! It's only the first grave grass, but mine has already reached the third!"

"That was just blown by the wind!"

"I was the one who blew that gust of wind, otherwise why wouldn't your plastic bag be blown away?"

"You fart! Old Deng, tell me! Who won?"

The two ghosts turned their heads and stared at the innocent crowd beside them.

"I...I..." The old Deng who was asked was slightly wider, with a simple and honest face, looking at this and that, rubbing his chubby hands in embarrassment.He suddenly caught sight of Qi Buyang who appeared in the weeds, pointed at him as if catching a life-saving straw, and said, "I can't say it, let the little brother Tianshi say it!"

Those ghosts obviously also knew Qi Buyang, they surrounded him to greet him, and asked him to be their referee.

Being suddenly entrusted with an important task, Qi Buyang was a little embarrassed, and after thinking about it for a long time, he could only say: "Then, shall we tie for the championship?"

Unexpectedly, his proposal was immediately adopted by everyone, and the two contestants also expressed their willingness to accept the result, and everyone was happy.

Qi Buyang saw the discarded beverage bottles, plastic bags and fruit peels scattered everywhere in the open space, and immediately frowned, and said with a straight face: "Don't play plastic bag blowing competitions when you are free and free, clean up. How good it is to clean up these rubbish! Is it comfortable to pile up so much rubbish in front of your house?"

While talking, he virtuously picked up those drink bottles and plastic bags, and prepared to take them back and throw them away.

"Old Deng, you are the oldest here, so don't talk about them!" Qi Buyang said sadly.

Old Deng pulled out an honest smile: "I'm sorry, we are just too boring, we always want to have some fun, and we made some rubbish without paying attention, really shouldn't, shouldn't!"

The other ghosts also hung their heads in desperation, as if humbly admitting their mistakes.

"We won't dare next time. Don't use spells to accept us, okay?" Old Deng shrank his neck, carefully staring at the face of the little celestial master.

Qi Buyang shook his head seriously, "As long as you don't harm others, I won't accept you."

All the ghosts breathed a sigh of relief.

"But you are so idle every day, why don't you reincarnate?" Qi Buyang couldn't understand this question, so he had to come here to persuade them every now and then, and do some ideological work.

"You don't understand~" The ghost who was still yelling at a plastic bag just now hooked Qi Buyang's shoulders and said, "If we bury here, it is equivalent to planting roots here. No matter how desolate or boring, we can’t see a living person for a few days, and we can’t leave casually, we have to guard our home.”

As he spoke, he pointed to the mound next to him, where his bones were buried.

Qi Buyang seemed to understand a little bit, but he still couldn't help worrying about them, "The planning here will start soon, and these cemeteries will be bulldozed by then..."

"Let's talk about it when the time comes." The ghost waved his hand smartly, and smiled at Qi Buyang: "It's a day to be able to guard the day, thank you for not driving us away, in order to hide from your grandfather, we didn't dare to come out, let alone in broad daylight Breathing here... ah, although we don't need to breathe air~haha~"

"..." Qi Buyang didn't know what to say, he shyly pursed his lips and smiled, and bid farewell to them.

After he left, a few idle ghosts got together to whisper again, and the topic was the little celestial master who had just left.

"The little brother came to persuade us again. I'm afraid it will take several days to persuade us again this time. Hey, did you hear the last joke I said? It's funny, isn't it?"

"You've said that joke dozens of times and you haven't gotten tired of it? It's all your fault, why tell him so sensational? Isn't it just a mound of dirt, and it's also 'our home'! Why doesn't my house even have a TV? ?”

"What do you know? When I say this, he will miss us, come to see us often and feel embarrassed to let us reincarnate, this is called wisdom!"

"Smart fart! You are shameless!"

"Don't you want him to come often?"

"Of course I hope...he will come a few more times, so that we can gain some popularity here."

"Yes, this young man is so cute, he blush at every turn."

"That's right, it's not like that grandfather of his, who keeps a long face all day long, seeing us as if he was seeing enemies..."

"Bah bah bah! Let's not talk about that old bug! Let's think about what to play next?"

"How about comparing whose grave has the most grass?" One of the ghosts suggested.

"Go, go! There is always a cat peeing in your place. Of course, there is a lot of grass, so it's not comparable!"

"Then who can float faster?"

"That's a good idea."

……

Qi Buyang, who had gone far away, naturally couldn't hear their discussion. At this time, he was walking in the open wilderness, and in the distance, a big house appeared in front of him.

At first glance, the house looks like an old house with a long history, but it is full of life everywhere, and the outer wall is surrounded by vibrant green plants.Looking in through the Chinese-style porch, there are several tall Western buildings mixed inside. The whole house has a strange style, but also has an indescribable sense of harmony.

Qi Buyang walked to the front of the house in a familiar way, knocked on the copper ring on the door, the door opened, a middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper came out and stood by the door, respectfully said: "The young master is back."

Qi Buyang nodded, stepped into the door, and asked him: "Uncle Qi, when I was away, did you have any business?"

"No, but the old man called and asked you to find him as soon as you come back."

"Grandpa? Did he say something happened?"

"No."

Qi Buyang didn't dare to delay his grandfather's instructions. As soon as he entered the living room, he dialed the phone number of the ancestral home in the country. After Qi retired, he moved to the ancestral home for the elderly. This was the first time the old man took the initiative to contact him.

When the phone was connected, Qi Buyang asked, "Grandpa, what can you do with me?"

There was silence for a while, and a majestic voice came slowly: "Bu Yang, clean up and come to the ancestral house right away."

Qi Buyang was puzzled: "Why do you suddenly want me to go to the ancestral house?"

"Come here to pick up someone."

"But I'm leaving, what should I do here?"

"With Xiaoqi in charge, there won't be any troubles. Anyway, come over as soon as you make arrangements." As soon as he finished speaking, Old Freak Qi hung up the phone involuntarily.

Qi Buyang held the receiver in a daze for a moment, had no choice but to put it back, and said to the butler who had been following behind him: "Uncle Qi, grandpa asked me to go back to the ancestral house immediately, and I will trouble you for a few days."

Butler Qi nodded, "Don't worry, young master."

"With you here, of course I'm at ease." Qi Buyang said sincerely, he knew that the most reassuring member of the Qi family was Butler Qi.

Butler Qi was sent to Qi's family to learn art since he was a child, but he never went back because the family was poor. He grew up with Qi Buyang's grandfather, Old Monster Qi, and won his trust.After Qi Laoguai took over as the head of the family, he was allowed to enter the family tree, and it happened that he was the seventh child in the family, so he changed his surname to Qi from then on.

Qi Buyang's parents died early, but Qi Buyang watched him grow up, took care of his daily life, and urged him to read and write, so Qi Buyang has always respected him.

But what makes him regret is that when he was young, Uncle Qi often played with him, but now he is getting more and more distant when he grows up. I remember that Uncle Qi would show him a very gentle smile at that time...

"Master, the car is ready, shall we start now?"

Qi Buyang came back to his senses, and looked at Butler Qi who lowered his head and asked with some resentment—since when did he become facial paralyzed?

"Master?"

——And he still insisted on calling himself the young master, and wouldn't listen to anything...

"Master!"

Dissatisfied with the urging, Qi Buyang hurriedly said: "Let's go now."

Getting in the car to the ancestral house, Qi Buyang looked back, but housekeeper Qi and a few servants were still standing at the door to watch them leave.

After gathering his composure, he recalled the matter of going to the ancestral house this time. Grandpa told him to pick up someone, and he called so solemnly to tell him to go in person, and even asked to leave immediately.

This is to be picked up... who the hell is it?