[comprehensive] superior skills

In just a few minutes, under the patio, the ground paved with large square stone slabs, implying rising step by step, was full of people.

"There's something wrong with this lantern..."

Zou Qingcheng stood on the porch and stared at it for a long time, then turned around and took a photo from his apprentice, "Look, Junior Brother Cheng, this was taken when something happened this summer."

Song Ci stood beside Mao Bachi and took a look. Perhaps it was because the person who took the photo was in a state of panic all the time, so the developed photos were not very clear, but the string of lights with charming red tails did not teach People misunderstood.

"Red lanterns, blue lanterns, ditties, playing music..."

Mao Bachi became suspicious, "Could it be that there are two ghosts hiding in this yard?"

Hearing this deduction that unintentionally revealed the truth, Zou Qingcheng's mind immediately came up with Li Dong's fourth concubine and sixth concubine, as well as a face with a red hijab.

Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, Song Ci pretended to be naive and said, "Uncle Zou, do you think my master's words are reasonable? Or, you already knew that there were evil spirits in the compound of the Shan Family , so that I tricked my master into helping out?"

"Xiaoqing, hurry up and make amends to your Uncle Zou!"

Mao Bachi turned his back and winked at the little apprentice, and scolded: "Master and uncle are discussing important matters, you should put your hands down and listen to the training!"

Song Ci lowered his head in cooperation, and said aggrievedly: "It's all my fault that I offended my uncle in a moment of impatience, I hope my uncle is not to blame."

Zou Qingcheng is still riding a tiger, and he doesn't want to accumulate hatred with Mao Bachi for a short time, so he can only hold back his anger and smile: "Junior Brother Cheng is still the same, how old are you and I, why would you still fight with juniors over such a trivial matter?" Care about it. Just asking Qing'er to remind me, it reminded me of my previous negligence."

While talking, he called Li Dong, "This is the master's assistant Li Dong, his grandfather was a steward who escaped from the Shan family compound, so let him tell Junior Brother Cheng the things that have been passed down from his ancestors. For reference."

As soon as Zou Qingcheng's words fell, the lights in the courtyard burst out a thick mist of soot, blackening the cage covering the wick in the blink of an eye.

"Do not say!"

Mao Bachi quickly stepped forward and covered Li Dong's slightly opened lips, "Little friend, remember the advice of the old Taoist, don't talk about death to strangers. Because you will never know, those who stand around you and listen carefully Is it a human or a ghost..."

After Li Dong nodded hastily, he let go and said, "Senior Brother Zou, it doesn't matter what the truth is now. How to restore the peace of the Shan Family Compound is what we should consider."

If the one guarding the yard is just a harmless wandering soul, at most it is only necessary to open the altar to save the dead soul; if the one who refuses to leave is an old ghost, a vicious fight may be inevitable.

"What Junior Brother Cheng said is absolutely true."

Zou Qingcheng did not dare to be careless, and asked in another way: "Where are the two tombs, one new and one old, buried?"

Li Dong knew that Daoist Zou was asking about the burial sites of the fourth concubine and the sixth concubine, but he was also feeling guilty because of the strange incidents in the yard right now, so he had to go to see the old Taoist just now, and then whispered when he saw the other party nodded secretly : "The old one was not allowed to enter the ancestral hall because of its bad reputation, and was buried in a nearby barren ridge by the eldest wife; the new one never left..."

Zou Qingcheng was startled, "You mean, that woman is on Yiyang Mountain?"

Li Dong's fearful eyes flicked back and forth, "It took the Feng Shui master a whole day to pick up the fragmented bones, and after the coffin was packed overnight, he had to move it to another mountain according to the tomb he had hoped for. But the coffin bearer But people can’t get out of Yiyang Mountain. Only with empty hands can they walk as usual. Even if Mr. Feng Shui said that he would not care about death, since the ancestors refused to leave, they must not force it, otherwise it will definitely bring disaster to the children and grandchildren! How can the eldest wife agree He promised to build a tomb near the old house, but Mr. Feng Shui saw that he would not move her, so he sneaked down the mountain without even taking her wages."

"Marrying an unvirtuous wife will harm the three generations!"

Mao Bachi shook his head and sighed, "People fight for breath while alive, and fight for a piece of land when they die. She refuses to bow to such a simple wish, so it's no wonder that retribution is coming..."

"The Taoist priest said it well."

Li Dong swallowed, "Once Mr. Feng Shui left, the eldest wife could only order someone to carry the coffin into the ancestral hall. She wanted to find another Taoist with powerful magic power to solve the troubles in the mansion, but she couldn't wait to find someone. Shanjia Compound is just..."

Looking at the ghostly will-o'-the-wisp not far away, his father's dying words suddenly echoed in his ears, "Don't take off the hijab, never take off the hijab..."

"The trouble should end it."

After a moment of silence, Zou Qingcheng suddenly said, "Junior Brother Cheng, why don't you and I go to the ancestral hall?"

In the old days, most of the ancestral halls in the courtyard were located in the deepest part of the courtyard, which not only ensured that the ancestors would not be disturbed by outsiders, but also made it convenient for descendants to worship.

If you encounter bad times, it will become a place for female relatives to settle down, because often such places will build secret rooms and walls to hide family property.

"Alright."

Although Mao Bachi was worried about the little apprentice staying alone, rather than teaching others to follow him to take risks in the ancestral hall where he didn't know what would happen, it would be better to stay in the crowded courtyard with other Taoist friends.

Going back to the room and carrying the magic weapon on his back, Mao Bachi whispered to the little apprentice: "If something strange happens in the yard, don't try to save others like Master did in the early years. Only if you save your life, can our Maoshan Sect has hope!"

Song Ci nodded solemnly, "Master, don't worry, the apprentice can do nothing else, but he is the most proficient at practicing life-saving tricks!"

The moment the two joined hands, an invisible bug, which was more inconspicuous than dust, was silently stuck to the old Taoist's cuff.

The master and apprentice said goodbye there, and other people in the yard also felt that the burden on their shoulders was much lighter.

On the surface, this trip is a friendship and exchange, but in fact it is just a few down-and-out small sects who want to take advantage of Zou Qingcheng's ride to see if they can learn from him to get online with high-society people, and lobby for some funding to decorate their appearance .

Now that they have encountered a life-threatening problem without even knowing how to get rich, these people dare not act recklessly even if they suspect that Zou Qingcheng is deliberately playing tricks to raise his status.

After all, the Taoists present are different from those folklore scholars who can only talk nonsense on TV and newspapers. They have more or less experienced ghosts and evil things.

So when Mao Bachi and Zou Qingcheng left, the rest of the people stayed in the courtyard quietly, watching the movement nearby from time to time.

Not to mention Li Dong, who had lingering fears in his heart, he tightly held on to a string of Buddhist beads and squeezed beside Brother Huisheng, even if others thought he was in the way, he would not leave a step.

Among the group of vigilant Taoists, only one seemed particularly relaxed.

When Zhao Yonghe first heard the story of the Shanjia compound, he didn't take the horror rumors that happened here seriously.In addition, he has also seen how his father exposed those Taoists who rely on Zhaoyuan to swindle and make money, so he has no reverence for ghosts and gods.

Now seeing the lanterns that ignited spontaneously for no reason and the Taoist priests who are facing enemies, Zhao Yonghe only felt that the scene in front of him was as ridiculous as a crappy stage play.

No one expected that Zhao Yonghe would automatically walk out of the small circle surrounded by everyone and run towards the row of flickering lanterns in a blink of an eye.

"Zhao Yonghe, are you crazy?!"

Zheng Ju was the first to notice his movements, and said anxiously: "If you want to die, don't drag us to be buried with you!"

"coward!"

Zhao Yonghe sneered while supporting the mottled pillars to climb up, raised his hand and took down a lantern in front of him, "I want to see how much scale powder is used in it!"

"Son of a bitch!"

Zheng Ju was about to beat someone with a sullen face, but Yang Su, who had been sitting on the railing with his eyes closed, stopped him, "Don't go there, it's too late."

Except for the few people nearby, only Song Ci, who was waiting in front of the temporary building where his master and apprentice lived, heard this warning, and followed the sound to look at the indifferent man not far away.

"Look, did I say it's all right?"

Zhao Yonghe shook the lantern in his hand. Seeing that it still refused to go out, he stretched out his hand to pinch the wick. "It's just a trick. It's like a magic show. It's amazing at first glance. It's boring to reveal the answer."

The wick was extinguished in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Yonghe was even more triumphant, and he was about to walk back with a flick of his hand.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a chilly air froze the finger touching the wick, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

At this moment, even Zhao Yonghe, who claimed to not believe in ghosts and gods, felt that something was wrong, and shouted to his sister repeatedly: "Yun Qi, come and help me get rid of the lantern!"

"Big brother!"

Zhao Yunqi was worried that her brother was not fake, but she knew that she could not take care of herself just to save her life with her little skill, so how could she save her brother who had offended everyone.

Seeing that Zhao Yonghe screamed so loudly that her voice broke, she had no choice but to look at her senior brother for help, "Eldest senior brother, please help me save this person."

With a calm face, Hui Sheng bowed his head and said: "Master has said beforehand that his disciples are not allowed to go within three feet of the Dharma altar. Junior sister, I also hope that you will guard yourselves, and don't mistake others or yourself."

"Brother!"

Zhao Yunqi stomped her feet anxiously, turned around and cried to Yang Su and the others, "Brother Yang, go help my brother! If you don't look at the face of the monk and the face of the Buddha, you just think it's for me..."

"I have nothing to do with you."

Yang Su coldly glanced at Zhao Yonghe, who was still struggling in vain, "I have already vowed that I will never marry a wife and have children in this life. The so-called marriage contract is also your father's wishful thinking. If you really want to save people, you only need to pay the price when you enter the mountain gate." Just throw the life-saving jade token given to you by Daoist Zou to him. But remember to act quickly, otherwise you will be unable to recover when the corpse's breath rushes into your heart..."

"Jade token?"

Zhao Qiyun grabbed the collar subconsciously, and hesitated: "This is really the only way?"

"cut!"

Zheng Ju sneered when he heard the words: "You are really brothers and sisters, no matter how nice your words are, you will stop cooking when you are dying!"

Zhao Qiyun was still hesitating, but Zhao Yonghe, who felt that his entire arm was going to be frozen, couldn't help it. He opened his sleeves and saw that there was indeed a faint black air slowly moving up from the junction of his wrists, and he immediately shouted anxiously. He urged: "Yun Qi, quickly throw the jade plaque over, at worst, let Daoist Zou engrave another one after going down the mountain!"

Brothers Huisheng and Huizhi felt it was funny when they heard this. They grew up in the mountain gate and served their master for many years, but they only got one piece of jade talisman. How can the lay disciples get the qualifications to accept it.

The reactions of the senior brothers naturally couldn't escape Zhao Yunqi's eyes, and it made her even more afraid to let go easily, "Brother, you'd better go back to the circle, there is an altar set up by Master in the main courtyard, and any sneaky demons will not let you go." Dare to touch it easily."

As soon as Zhao Qiyun's words blurted out, others glared at her, but in order to keep the jade token, she couldn't care less, instead she pretended not to see her and kept waving for people.

Seeing that his younger sister refused to let go, Zhao Yonghe had to stagger and run back, scolding this greedy bitch dozens of times in his heart while running, and only waited until he went down the mountain to see his father so that he could make decisions for himself.

Zhao Yonghe's idea was good, but when he was about to squeeze into the seat automatically vacated by others, he suddenly saw a pair of embroidered shoes with the toes pointing down appearing out of thin air above everyone's heads.

The bright red upper is embroidered with dragon and phoenix patterns, and there is a round pearl hanging at the junction of the head and tail of the dragon and the phoenix. It looks as if the two are chasing after each other.

Zhao Yonghe shuddered all over, and couldn't help but took a few steps back, but he couldn't muster the courage to look up again along his toes.

"Brother, come in quickly!"

Zhao Qiyun didn't know how creepy and terrifying images appeared in Zhao Yonghe's pupils at that moment, and was still calling for people loudly.

"I can't go, I can't go!"

Zhao Yonghe didn't dare to bet whether the pair of embroidered shoes just now were the ghosts that Li Dong said or the hallucinations caused by his own pressure. He just instinctively stayed away from the group of selected people.

"How to do how to do……"

When Zhao Yonghe held his right arm, which was no different from Bingtuozi, and couldn't move forward or backward, he suddenly found a small road leader sitting alone at the door of the building.

He still remembered that this was the apprentice of the old Taoist who went to the ancestral hall with Zou Qingcheng. Since they were both descendants of Maoshan, he must have something like a life-saving card on him.

Even if he didn't, if he could throw the lantern in someone else's hands, would he be able to escape?

Thinking in this way, Zhao Yonghe rushed towards the trail leader who was still bowing his head in meditation, and swung his right arm fiercely when he was approaching.

No matter at any time, never underestimate the desperate blow of the dying person.

Driven by the shadow of death, Zhao Yonghe exploded at a speed almost comparable to that of an Olympic athlete, and in an instant he bumped into the trail leader who was more than ten steps away.

Song Ci was still listening to Master's movements, and suddenly felt a biting cold wind blowing in front of him, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a man with a ferocious expression rushing towards him.

With time running out, she didn't bother to distinguish whether the opponent was a human or a ghost, and she punched the oncoming hidden weapon with one punch.

"what!!!"

With a heart-piercing scream, the dumbfounded members of Zou Pai's family saw a burst of flames shooting out from the fists where the two met, and before Zhao Yonghe fell to the ground, most of his body was corroded by the corpse's aura. The arm turned into fly ash and dissipated in the air.

"elder brother!"

Zhao Qiyun rushed out and hugged the one-armed man who had passed out, and said tearfully, "What did you do to my brother?"

"Oh, that's your brother."

Song Ci shook his fist and sat back to his original position, and said with an innocent face: "I don't know him, and I don't know why he went crazy and beat people. In such a situation, normal people would not choose to wait to be beaten. Well, you should know that I am normal by the way I look! Then he is a big man who wants to bully weak women for no reason, so he should be prepared to be counterattacked, right?"

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from the dead silent crowd, "Weak, weak girl..."

Under Zhao Qiyun's glaring gaze, Zheng Ju raised his hand in surrender without sincerity: "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it for a while!"

Zheng Xun covered his younger brother's face with his hand, "At such a serious moment, please keep quiet, please?"

"Even if my brother made a mistake first, you shouldn't be so ruthless!"

Zhao Qiyun hugged his pale-faced brother and wept bitterly: "You crippled his arm, what will he do in the future? There is no doctor on the mountain to help stop the bleeding. Your punch is equivalent to killing him!"

"Stop! I won't take such a big scapegoat!"

Song Ci kicked the disintegrated broken lantern, "If the person who was fighting me was a healthy person, at most it would break a bone. Your brother killed himself and got his corpse into his body. Even if he keeps his arm, it's just a decoration. Why? Why rely on me? If you calculate like this, I haven’t confiscated the money for removing the corpse’s aura from you!”

Zhao Qiyun gritted her teeth, "How dare you ask for money after you hurt someone?"

Song Ci also followed the rogue, "You hit someone and you want to get out of your body?"

Seeing that the two sides were about to stalemate, Hui Sheng came forward and said: "Junior Sister, please be safe and don't be impatient. From a poor point of view, it is more important to take someone back to the room to treat the wound first. As for Wu Qing's actions, it is up to Master and Uncle Cheng." Come back and make the decision.”

Huisheng's move was not aimless. Firstly, he is currently in a dangerous situation. One more friend is better than one more enemy; secondly, it is the aftereffect of that punch just now. It's not known what footwork Martial Sister Wu used in combination with the hand formula and incantation to achieve the effect of one blow, so I dare not underestimate it.

The members of the Zou faction intended to give way, and Song Ci was unwilling to get entangled in trivial matters.

When Mao Bachi and Zou Qingcheng left, Song Ci was afraid that the other party would play tricks and frame the master, so he left a bug on purpose to grasp the other party's movements.

At the beginning, the footsteps of the two people and some conversations could still be heard in the earphones, but after being interrupted by a fool who appeared from nowhere, there was no sound at all.

That kind of feeling is like a mud cow entering the sea and never returning, which makes people panic and sink.

"Mao Bachi, Mao Bachi, you must be safe!"

Unwilling to meet those prying eyes who thought they were hidden, Song Ci simply took a convenient opportunity to bypass the courtyard walls to find the depths of the mansion, and stood under the plaque engraved with the three characters of Cunshantang.

Under the bleak moonlight, a pair of footprints walking side by side disappeared straight at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

There are two door knockers in the shape of good characters hanging on the door with little black paint remaining. The rusty copper rings are a little dark, showing a strange dark red in the moonlit night.

Song Ci lightly hooked it with a flashlight, and the door creaked, revealing a small front hall full of putrid smell.

The dust on the ground has accumulated for an unknown number of years, and the footprints of Mao Bachi and Zou Qingcheng can be easily discerned.

Following the footprints of the two of them all the way to the back hall, Song Ci, staring at the snow-white flashlight, felt that the footprints in front of him became more and more weird.

If a person is walking normally, he will naturally leave a clear outline of the soles of his feet, but the footprints of Mao Bachi and Zou Qingcheng are getting smaller and smaller, just like a man wearing sneakers gradually transitioning to wearing high heels woman, only the front toes were pressed to the ground.

When even the traces of the toes became narrower and narrower, and finally disappeared, Song Ci's journey also came to an end.

In the empty ancestral hall, a pair of dark and jet-black coffins suddenly appeared in the shaking beams of light.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: When the scumbag author used to watch TV dramas, he didn’t understand why he had to arrange so many excellent characters who deserved to be beaten. Only when he grew up did he realize that it was to promote the plot~~_(:зゝ∠)_

Skittles, huh~~