[comprehensive] superior skills

There were more than 30 people in the yard, and only Mao Bachi and the young apprentice wore the most plain clothes, no wonder they looked down on them.

Zou Qingcheng didn't seem to hear the confrontation between the two disciples, and still said with a smile: "Junior Cheng, according to the old calendar, this year's gathering was supposed to be held in the capital. But a month ago, a close friend who was closely related to our Maoshan School met Something troublesome, I begged in front of Pindao. After discussing with fellow Taoists, Pindao felt that it would be good to take this opportunity to broaden the horizons of the juniors, so he temporarily changed the address. If there is any inconvenience, I also look forward to Junior Brother Cheng Haihan."

Song Ci became even more hesitant when he heard it, "You are so poor, even the belt is made of emerald buckles, and sending the tiara to the auction house is enough to move the mountain. It is so righteous to say that it is not because you collect money for others Work hard."

She also didn't bother to pay attention to these veterans who were the best at intrigue since ancient times, and only cared about her master's attitude.

As Zou Qingcheng was sure, Mao Bachi, who was obsessed with Taoism, didn't care about the fact that he was pushed out of the circle by everyone, but obediently responded: "To help the world and live people is the purpose of my Maoshan sect. What are a few small details. The trouble that Senior Brother Zou is talking about is the big mansion in front of you?"

"good."

Zou Qingcheng led him to look at the planning map of the compound arranged according to auspicious positions, "A hundred years ago, a wealthy businessman with a good surname built a large and deep house on Yiyang Mountain, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, in order to avoid bandits. He thought that as long as he kept his family wealth, he would not worry about the day of comeback. Unexpectedly, dozens of members of the Shan family have been killed and injured continuously since entering the mountain. In the end, only a few servants in charge escaped. Rumors spread more and more widely, and even The villagers who had lived at the foot of Yiyang Mountain for generations also moved away because they were afraid of the evil things in the compound."

Putting down the blueprint, Mao Bachi fixed his eyes on the broken lanterns swaying in the wind in front of the two rows of buildings, "According to my senior brother, although the good family members are all dead now, there are still some people who are in charge. Those who are so old As for the matter, who knows whether it is a sneaky thing or someone pretending to be a ghost to seek money and kill?"

"Speaking of which, I have to deal with the troublesome matter of that close friend."

Zou Qingcheng went on to talk about the follow-up, "Two years ago, a well-known folk custom master took a fancy to Yiyang Mountain and wanted to use the former site of the Shanjia Compound to build a museum dedicated to introducing local folk customs. You know something like this The projects are all strongly supported by the state, but the difficulty now is that the formalities have been approved a long time ago but the construction has not been able to start.”

Mao Bachi immediately remembered the tomb of Mrs. Mingyue, "Could it be that it hurt people's lives?"

Zou Qingcheng turned his head and pointed at the disciples and grandchildren, "If this is the case, how dare Pindao take his unschooled children into the mountains to take risks. The staff who came up to survey the terrain have never been in danger of life, but as long as someone lives in, they will die in the middle of the night." I heard a woman’s mournful singing while I was asleep, and the lanterns in the yard would also spontaneously ignite along with the singing. After tossing back and forth several times, it made people panic, and no one dared to take on this project again.”

Mao Bachi also breathed a sigh of relief, "From this point of view, it seems more like someone wants to guard the courtyard and not allow others to act rashly."

Zou Qingcheng led the people back, "That's why I specially invited Junior Brother Cheng to help. With you and me sitting here, no matter whether the mastermind behind it is a human or a ghost, we are not afraid of not being able to tell the truth from the fake."

Mao Bachi kept saying yes, following Zou Qingcheng's wishes, he exchanged greetings with his colleagues from other sects, and then introduced his little apprentice to everyone.

Even Mao Bachi, who is quite talented and learned, is not worthy of much attention in the eyes of the rest, let alone a nobody like Song Ci.

Seeing people approaching, they just grunted a few times, not even bothering to follow the old rules of making a shabby gift.

People don't want to see each other, Song Ci is also happy.

Anyway, the so-called Maoshan Taoists in her heart are just some scumbags who can't compare with Yan Chixia's unrestrained heroism and Ma Xiaoling's skills.

There are three entrances to the courtyard. The middle courtyard and the back courtyard are respectively occupied by the Zou Qingcheng faction with the largest number of people and fellow Taoists who are closer to him. There are nine buildings at the gate.

Being treated poorly in front of his apprentice, Mao Bachi couldn't bear to hide his face, and said coyly: "Actually, it's not bad to live in a mansion. Brother Zou and I are in front of each other, so we can watch the courtyard."

"Yes, Master still has a vision."

Song Ci, who was laying the quilt for him, replied without raising his head: "If I knew it would be such a trouble, why not rent a helicopter in advance and monitor it from top to bottom?"

She was still angry after she finished speaking, and sat on the chair with one leg crippled, clasped her hands together and begged, "Master, if you really have spirits in heaven, please enlighten your stupid apprentice, otherwise we Maoshan Sect will teach others sooner or later." It's ruined the whole family!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Mao Bachi was so frightened that he hurried to close the door, and when the room was dark, he felt that even if he had the status of master and apprentice, he should pay attention to the protection of men and women, so he stood outside and watched the left and right, so as not to let them take the joke for nothing.

Seeing that the old Taoist knew that Song Ci was afraid, Song Ci dug out two coin-thick candles from the bottom of the mountaineering bag and inserted them into the candlesticks for lighting.

Just now, after a cursory glance, half of the group that went up the mountain came with Zou Qingcheng.

Except for the dozen or so heirs of the Zou faction who were dressed in the same clothes, there were also a few young people who looked either rich or expensive. I don't know if they were entrusted by their elders or they were born to like to inquire about ghosts and ghosts like Jing Hao. to such a wicked place.

Song Ci has the Buddha beads to protect her body, so she is not afraid of evil spirits. She is just a little curious about why the murder in the Shan family mansion happened. If it is really the revenge of ghosts, why the people who come here to stay can escape unscathed.

You must know that the grieving ghosts like Chu Renmei have never been lenient in killing people for many years, and it is unlikely that they will play tricks and release lives.

Looking at the increasingly dark sky above the courtyard, Song Ci whispered quietly: "Is there something else hidden in it?"

"Apprentice, what are you talking about secretly by yourself?"

Mao Bachi, who stayed in the room and drew talismans before the battle, shouted: "Why don't you come in and learn?"

"coming!"

As soon as Song Ci entered the door, he smelled a pungent smell of blood, "Bleeding again? Master, how much hatred do you have? Don't bring such torture!"

He lived in a mental hospital for three years before and turned a little old man into a skeleton, and only then did he recover some flesh and blood and began to spoil it again.

"Oh, Master will not hide from you."

While grinding the cinnabar and blood together, Mao Bachi said in a low voice: "Ever since I entered the mansion, I always feel that there is a pair of eyes peeping from the dark, that feeling is like being trapped in a dark theater with no way out. Hall, but we have become actors on the curtain..."

Let him say this, Song Ci also felt a chill down his spine, "Then you said earlier that someone was playing tricks?"

"I just don't want to cause unnecessary panic."

Mao Bachi's pen was covered with blood-colored cinnabar, and he said calmly: "Look at the movement of the pen tip, I want to draw a talisman for the teacher!"

Song Ci didn't dare to disturb him, and it wasn't until the old Taoist drew two evil-breaking talismans in one go that he resumed breathing normally.

Mao Bachi, who turned pale for a moment, handed over a folded triangular talisman, "Hey, don't say that Master doesn't love you, put the talisman away."

Song Ci happily thanked him, and then asked: "Master, why don't you remind Zou Qingcheng?"

In fact, what she wanted to say was that she thought that the talisman paper also had the surname Zou, but she was afraid that it would be self-defeating, so she had to change the way of asking.

Mao Bachi wrapped up the wound with one hand, and said sourly: "Your Uncle Zou is very wealthy, and you can hire special forces with a single phone call. It's not like our lonely masters and apprentices who have to support each other to get by. There is no need for others to worry about it." .”

Song Ci blinked, and exclaimed in disbelief: "Oh my God, Master really appeared!"

Mao Bachi picked up the pen and was about to touch her, pretending to threaten her: "Unfilial grandson, come and talk to your master again! Be careful that the old man comes to teach you at night!"

Just kidding, Song Ci still made a pot of nourishing medicinal food to replenish Mao Bachi's strength.

She is neither short of money nor stock, and now even an unremarkable small casserole is stewed fragrantly, causing the neighbors on the left and right to rush to visit.

"Junior Brother Cheng has taken in a good apprentice."

The disciple who came to report the incident waved back, and Zou Qingcheng, who was sitting on the side of the Eight Immortals table, closed the tea bowl, "Go on."

"Yes."

An unremarkable man in the entourage stood in the hall with his head nodding, and said softly: "Since the fourth concubine was defeated and the master ordered to hang herself, the courtyard has rarely been quiet. Every night, they either cry or sing, making everyone uncomfortable An Ning. The master's name is Jiudan. You don't know it. The fourth concubine's stage name is Jiudan. The master called the fourth concubine so frightened that she was defeated. At this time, the eldest wife of the mansion came out. I had an idea, saying it was to bring joy to the master, and by the way, take advantage of this happy event to flush out the evil spirits in the family. So I asked someone to find a well-educated female student from the town, and hired him into the mansion at a high price."

"Don't look at the haste of the marriage, but the eldest wife is sincerely looking forward to the master's well-being. For some reason, the bride was just brought into the wedding courtyard and before the hijab was lifted, the master let go. Once the master left, The wives, grandmas, young masters, and young ladies in the yard were all panicked, and they couldn't care less about the sixth concubine who just entered the door. But after the first seven days, it was not until the people in the house were busy with the master's funeral that they found out that the bride was already hungry Died on the wedding bed. I heard that it was miserable, and the face was covered with a red scarf after death!"

The story was over, but there was always a face covered with dragon and phoenix red silk lingering in front of everyone's eyes, and they felt a little nervous.

In the corner, a young man with Erlang legs crossed disapprovingly snorted coldly: "You said it so vividly, didn't you make it up yourself?"

When his father presided over the excavation of Mrs. Mingyue's underground palace, there were fake Taoist priests who feared that the world would not be chaotic, clamoring for evil things, and it was successfully completed in the end.

There were also people who didn't like it and stabbed him, "Zhao Yonghe, since you Zhao family don't believe this, why did you ask your sister to vote under the name of Daoist Zou? Could it be that she came here with bad intentions?"

"Zheng Ju!"

Another calm man a few years older scolded: "Daoist Zou hasn't spoken yet, how can you interrupt?!"

"It was!"

Zheng Ju curled her lips, "I don't like those people who do one thing in front of the other and always want to be stronger..."

He didn't name them either, but Hui Yun, who was standing behind Zou Qingcheng, blushed with shame.

"Okay, okay. It's all important things. Children are bound to be young and energetic, but it's just a moment of enthusiasm."

Zou Qingcheng made some peace in the middle, and then asked the storyteller, "Li Dong, where is the sixth aunt's body buried?"

Li Dong said in shame: "Ever since the master left, the eldest wife thought that the sixth aunt was an ominous person, and now she dared not take her into the house. So, I hired someone to send the sixth aunt back to her mother's house. .”

"Huh? Even if everyone is dead, can they be sent away?"

Everyone in the room couldn't help but click their tongues: "The good family is too good at doing things!"

"There's something even worse!"

Li Dong sighed, "When the sixth aunt's family saw that a good girl had died alive and returned, she still died in such a miserable way. I was afraid that her wronged soul would linger and persecute her family. They sent her back to Shan's house and went down the mountain at night. The only way to buy, the whole family went to seek refuge with distant relatives. At that time, the mountain was very lively. Every night, many wild animals came out to patrol and hunt. Ordinary people would not dare to go out. Wait until the next morning, When the servants of the Shan family reached the middle of the mountain, the poor sixth aunt had already been eaten by wild beasts, leaving only a skeleton."

"The more you talk, the more exciting it is!"

Zhao Yonghe came to find fault again, "If such a tragedy really happened, how come the nearby villagers have never heard of it?"

Li Dong just laughed, "At that time, rich and noble families valued face. Whether it was the good family sending away the sixth aunt or the sixth aunt's family refusing to accept people, they all did it secretly. Whoever did something wrong would be able to beat the gongs and drums." Is it so attractive? If my grandfather wasn’t in charge of the Shan Family, no one would have thought that there would be such a twist and turn in the story.”

Zou Qingcheng took a look at Zhao Yonghe, and said with a smile: "Surely the eldest wife of the Shan family should accept the sixth aunt this time, right?"

"You're right."

Li Dong sneered: "The eldest wife not only accepted the sixth concubine, but also invited Mr. Feng Shui to save the dead for her, and chose a treasured place to bury her bones. It's a pity that everything is too late. It failed to appease Aunt Six's resentment..."

Zou Qingcheng pondered for a while, "Li Dong, if you infer according to your story, the Sixth Aunt who died unjustly is not like the naughty ghost who played a prank to scare people away earlier. You have to see blood before you give up."

Li Dong also looked bewildered, "I just obeyed Grandpa's last wish and came to worship the sixth concubine for him. As for the change, it may be because all the good family members who have harmed the sixth concubine died, so she didn't Turn your anger on outsiders."

"Whether it's true or not, we will know at night."

Zou Qingcheng immediately ordered his disciples, "Hui Sheng, Hui Zhi, you two and the rest of your disciples guard the main courtyard, no matter what happens outside, don't go outside three feet away from the Dharma altar set up by Master; The way to enter the mountain is low, so I still stay in the courtyard to entertain distinguished guests for the master."

Hui Yun, who is also Zhao Yonghe's younger sister, Zhao Yunqi, immediately agreed, and turned to look at the only man among the outsiders who had never spoken.

"I can't stand it!"

Seeing this, Zheng Ju shuddered, and complained in a low voice: "Zhao's nympho fell ill again, and Yang Su was unlucky to get into such a mental illness! Can't Daoist Zou prescribe a prescription for his apprentice?"

"Speak up!"

Zheng Xun, who was sitting next to him, glared at his younger brother, "If you have to tell the truth about what everyone knows well, I'm afraid that sooner or later you will stumble over the matter of talking!"

"Tch, block me with this sentence every time!"

Zheng Ju touched his shoulder, "Brother, do you really believe that the lingering sixth aunt is causing trouble?"

Zheng Xun frowned slightly, "The real can't be fake, and the fake can't be real."

Zheng Ju held his forehead speechlessly, "Say it doesn't mean you didn't say it!"

The Zou faction and the other small sects in the main courtyard were accumulating strength for the coming time of encountering the devil, but the master and apprentice Mao Bachi, who had shared a pot of good porridge, lay down early to rest.

Just because the old Taoist said that since the ghost hunters were all awakened in the middle of the night when they fell asleep, it is better to have enough energy to rest and wait for work.

This is also the reason for Song Ci's thinking, besides, she would rather not watch Master being instigated by others to simply lock the doors and windows and sleep with his head covered than to sit idly.

After nightfall, the temperature on the top of the mountain changes greatly.

Sleeping in a daze until the early hours of the morning, Song Ci only felt that the originally warm and soft quilt gradually became hard and heavy, and there was a icy chill.

Suddenly, a high-pitched and piercing suona sound spread out in the dark night, followed by a series of gongs, drums and whips.

"what happened?"

Song Ci stood up abruptly, rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Didn't you say that there are women singing in operas? Why did you change it to firecrackers?"

At this time, a shadow appeared on the worn window paper, "Xiaoqing, are you awake?"

"Here comes the master!"

Song Ci hastily stepped on her shoes and opened the door, afraid that she would not even take off her clothes if something happened at night, "Did you hear someone setting off firecrackers just now? Why does it sound like someone is deliberately causing trouble?"

Mao Bachi shook his head, signaling his apprentice to look into the yard.

Song Ci followed his gaze, but saw that the lanterns hanging under the buildings and corridors all had a dim blue light, and the iron hooks hanging on the lanterns also made strange friction sounds under the cold wind.

The faint blue flames in the dark night, the creaking iron hooks, the sound of drums that suddenly sounded and stopped abruptly at the sharpest moment, all these strange things immediately outlined a chilling and bleak picture.

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In addition, it is predestined somewhere in the world that the Shan Family Courtyard will be the final destination to end this relationship~~