After the rebirth of the master of metaphysics

Fenghuang Town, Wushan County, Qing City, surrounded by mountains, is famous for a tomb of the emperor of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, which has attracted countless domestic and foreign tourists. Now it has developed into a [-]A-level tourist scenic spot.

Qishan Taoist Temple is named after Qishan where the tomb of the Son of Heaven was discovered, but recently plain white mourning sails have been hung everywhere in the Taoist temple.

"Wandering souls, come and return quickly, three souls descend, the living avoid them, I recruit them with blood, and the souls return..."

Just after midnight, a strange sound came from the Taoist temple, suddenly distant and near, false and real, the sound was sharp and somewhat weird.

The wind blows and blows the old locust trees in the forest less than two meters away from the Taoist temple. There are faint buildings, teeth and claws, and the sound of leaves rustling. Matching the obscure ancient Chinese in the Taoist temple, it seems like ghosts whispering quietly in the dark.

Suddenly, above the sky, thunder as loud as a cow sounded, and lightning flashed across the sky like a thick electric python.

The originally clear starry sky was covered by dark clouds, and the dark clouds gathered in all directions above the Qishan Taoist Temple, forming a huge siphon vortex.

The bell hanging from the eaves of the Taoist temple rang at this moment.

"jingle!"

As if attracted by the sound of the bell, a thunderclap came down with the thick lightning of the electric python. In an instant, the dark clouds in the vortex turned rapidly, the dark wind poured in, and the Tianhe River fell straight down.

All the wonders disappeared in an instant.

The world has restored the sound of insects and birds.

In the mourning hall, joss sticks rose slowly.

There was a red lacquered coffin on the two long benches, the red color was eye-catching, and there was a faint ominous smell.

Occasionally a gust of wind blew, and an ever-burning lamp placed under the coffin swayed from side to side, as if it was about to go out.

And there was a young man lying on the ground next to the coffin. The young man had a handsome appearance, but his eyes were closed, his lips were pale, and his face was faintly blue.

And on that thin white wrist, there was a hideous wound, with dazzling blood flowing.

Suddenly, the young man who was not breathing opened his eyes suddenly, sat up in an instant and fell down heavily due to excessive blood loss from his body.

When Lu Sijin got over the dizziness, he opened his eyes, a blue-faced fangs, most of the rotten flesh was missing from the mouth, half of the teeth were exposed, the rotten flesh fell from the gaps between the teeth, and a stinky grimace appeared. in front of him.

Lu Sijin's eyes were round, and he subconsciously punched him.

There was only a click, the sound of bones breaking.

"I rely on!"

"what--!"

In the mourning hall, a duet of one person and one ghost resounded.

After a few minutes.

Lu Sijin bit the gauze and wrapped it around the wound on her wrist. At the end, because of her excessive movements, she couldn't help but groan.

An eight-foot thin and tall male ghost, hearing Lu Sijin's cry of pain, quickly covered his two panda-like eyes, retreated frequently, and finally shrank in a corner trembling.

Lu Sijin sat on the ground, leaned against the coffin, took a breath, and glanced at the male ghost.

The male ghost's scalp was numb, his eyes were bruised, and there was a faint tingling sensation. It was the first time he was beaten by a living person, and it was really painful!

He flinched and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, you can't blame me, I... I was recruited by you too! Who would have thought that as soon as I came, you would faint from fright, I was afraid you would faint During the fall, there are other wild ghosts waiting for an opportunity to rape-occupy your body, and even wait for you to wake up, who knows..."

The more he talked, the more wronged he became, the male ghost who almost cried out loud.

Lu Sijin: "..."

Lu Sijin felt a little guilty because he was the wild ghost who took over his body.

The original body is also called Lu Sijin, but she has the same name and surname as herself, and even has the same moles on her body.

Yuan is an orphan, raised by the old Taoist priest since he was a child, he has long regarded the old Taoist priest as his relative, and thought that he would take care of the old Taoist priest until his death, but God failed. When Yuanshen went to the city to go to school, the old Taoist priest Died unexpectedly.

After receiving the notification, Yuan Shen returned to the Taoist temple in a daze, and saw the old Taoist priest lying in the coffin. He was deeply shocked and could not accept the fact that the old Taoist priest had died.

The death of the old Taoist priest was vaguely stated by the official. Yuanchen didn't believe that an old Taoist priest with real ability would die so unclearly. He was eager to know how the old Taoist priest died.

Thus, Yuanshen came up with a whimsical idea.

--spiritualism.

However, the original body was not talented enough, even if he learned skills from the old Taoist priests since childhood, he was half-baked, and accidentally recruited an ugly ghost. Just... scared to death.

A remnant soul from another world entered the body of the original owner and became the current Lu Sijin.

It was he who picked up an extra life to live.

Soon he came back to his senses and stared at the male ghost.

There is a black seal on the male ghost's forehead, and the majestic aura attached to it is the official seal of the underworld.The mark is to suppress ghosts and ghosts. Once ghosts have evil thoughts, they will be struck by lightning.

And the official seal on the male ghost's forehead is marked with a word of good, which shows that this ghost is a good citizen.

Lu Sijin quickly smiled at the male ghost: "I'm really sorry just now, thank you big brother for your help, tomorrow I'll go buy some joss paper money, as a thank you."

Hearing the words incense candle money paper, the male ghost's eyes lit up, and he said very cheerfully, "You're welcome."

"Goo-"

There was a tingling spasm in the stomach, Lu Sijin was not chatting with the male ghost.

In an instant, he felt that not only his hands hurt, his stomach hurt, but he was also dizzy. If he didn't eat, he would belch again.

"Eat, eat..."

According to memory, Lu Sijin found the kitchen, staring at the moldy rice in the rice vat, his eyes were dull.

The male ghost followed and floated to the kitchen, looking at the kitchen in front of him with sympathy.

"I can at least eat enough to eat and sleep Simmons before I die. Is your house really a place for people to live?"

It doesn't matter if he lives there, the point is, he doesn't now!meal!eat! !

Lu Sijin had tears in his eyes, is God playing with himself?

Just put it on after wearing it, let him experience a different way of dying again, starving to death is too fucking pitiful!

Seeing how pitiful Lu Sijin's eyes were with tears in his eyes, the male ghost forgot the memory of being beaten up by Lu Sijin just now. Hand it in front of you.

Reluctantly said: "This is the wife book I saved a lot, I will give it to you now!"

The words are correct, but please put away your salivating eyes.

Lu Sijin glanced at it in disgust, and directly refused.

The male ghost quickly put the money paper back into the gun.

Lu Sijin: "..."

Tightening his pants, trying to resist hunger, Lu Sijin rummaged through boxes and cabinets. With perseverance, he finally found only a small handful of noodles and shed tears of sadness.

Fortunately, the Taoist temple has not imitated the ancient times to the point of cooking. I found the electric kettle in the corner, and when the water boiled, I put the hard-won noodles in it.

After waiting for two or three minutes, the noodles were ready. He found a bowl with a hole in the mouth, put the soup and noodles in it, and ate a big mouthful of noodles.

Comfortable.

The male ghost next to him was drooling, wiping the corners of his mouth from time to time.

He rubbed his hands, a little shy, "My lord, can you stop pouring out the noodle soup, save some for me, I... I'll just smell it."

After Lu Sijin poured all the noodle soup into his stomach and burped, the tingling spasms disappeared in surprise.

"Oh, by the way, what did you just say?"

Looking at the bowl that was clean enough to see his acne-prone face, the male ghost said aggrievedly: "No, it's nothing."

"Speaking of which, it was all a misunderstanding just now, this big brother, I don't know your name yet." Lu Sijin asked.

The male ghost said: "My name is Zhang De, a native of Qing City." He looked at Lu Sijin sadly, "If you hadn't summoned me up, my lord, maybe my reincarnation position has already reached 3. "

Lu Sijin silently took the blame for his poor academic performance and coughed lightly.

Zhang De said aggrievedly: "Now we have to line up again, at least one hundred thousand later, it's too difficult for me, woo woo woo..."

Lu Sijin whispered: "The current hell is still so closed, don't you know how to reincarnate with one click?"

But the sharp-eared Zhang De heard it, and explained: "Now the underworld is already improving the slow progress of reincarnation, and is recruiting programmers. The ghost messengers saw that I meet the requirements, and specially hired me to be the team leader of the development department. Being a civil servant in the prefectural government not only has more benefits, but also gives priority to reincarnation opportunities, but I didn't go."

Lu Sijin came and asked with interest: "Why don't you go?"

Zhang De pointed to the Mediterranean Sea above his head, and said with a weeping voice: "My lord, look at my hair is almost gone, and if I become a programmer, I guess I will really become bald. I don’t have a girlfriend, and I still want to reincarnate, maybe I will have one in my next life.”

It's absolutely impossible for me to get rid of my hair!

Lu Sijin looked at the picture that looked exactly like Zhang Fei and also like a little daughter-in-law, and suddenly fell silent.

He tried to comfort him: "It's good to be extremely smart."

Zhang De burst into tears: "Yi ying ying."

Lu Sijin smiled angrily.

..........

Facts have proved that laughing at others will be rewarded in this world.

No, retribution will come true.

Lu Sijin, who had been hiccupping, was sitting on a small bench, leaning against the old Taoist's coffin.

Puzzled: "Shouldn't...beep...should be...beep..."

Zhang De also squatted next to Lu Sijin, "Sir, do you have any unfinished business? I owe you something."

"Hic....no.....hiccup...yes..."

Lu Sijin: "......"

Zhang De stared at the memorial tablet in front of the mourning hall, and had a flash of inspiration: "Maybe the boss has an opinion and wants to express it?"

"Um?"

Lu Sijin frowned slightly: "Then what's the matter... hiccup...except for eating noodles... hiccup...not making offerings... hiccup... ...I did what I had to do....."

In an instant, a dark wind rose in the mourning hall, making Lu Sijin's face ashen.

"Pooh!"

Lu Sijin expressionlessly spat out the paper ashes that he had accidentally inhaled into his mouth.

Zhang De, who was a ghost, spoke his neck unconsciously and swallowed.

"That seems to be the problem."

Lu Sijin: "......."

Lu Sijin thought about it carefully, and then looked up at the memorial tablet. In his memory, the old Taoist priest was a slovenly man who would snatch a five-cent popsicle from Lu Sijin.

Lu Sijin rolled his eyes: "No...... so stingy?"

He tentatively said: "Tomorrow I will bring you the sauced duck from Zhou's family."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Sijin stopped hiccupping, not only that, but even the mourning hall, where the wind was blowing, suddenly became a little warmer.

But this warmth, Lu Sijin didn't feel it at all, instead complained that the old man was very bad.

Zhang De was also a little shocked, and couldn't help clicking his tongue, "This old man really has a bit of childishness."

Lu Sijin: "......"

Zhang De smiled, "My lord probably won't let you go."

Lu Sijin: Thank you for the invitation, I don’t want it.

The atmosphere was a little stiff, and Zhang De tried to change the subject, "By the way, my lord, I have always wanted to ask, why is the coffin of the old lord painted red? I have seen villages that are used to burials, usually with black paint. What do you say?"

"There's nothing to say, it's the old Taoist's own request."

Lu Sijin's eyes darkened slightly.

Red paint is bad luck.

There is an ancient saying: red paint seals the coffin, and seals the sky round.

Deep in Lu Sijin's mind, he found the memory of the red coffin.

It was also a hot midsummer, under the ginkgo tree in the Taoist courtyard, the old man lying on a rocking chair to enjoy the shade said this to Xiao Lu Sijin.

"Jin Zai, old man, if I die someday, you put me in the lipstick coffin in the firewood room."

Xiao Lu Sijin asked curiously: "Why?"

The old Taoist muttered, "If you do too many things against the law of heaven, you are afraid of retribution."