Counseling [Quick Transmigration]

Du Yun stopped to touch it, stared at the golden ornament for a while, and said quietly: [This makes me feel that I have been taken care of by a ghost. 】

7777: [Then do you accept it? 】

Du Tongcoun has a lot of backbone, and he opened his mouth and said: [No. 】

He turned his gaze back from the ornaments and reached for the clothes in the cabinet.Getting up this time, Du Yun suddenly felt that something was wrong. He was wearing a big loose T-shirt yesterday, and now the neckline of the T-shirt seems to be bigger than when he slept last night. The collarbone and a small piece of chest They are all exposed outside, feeling the coolness of the forest.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and for some reason, the skin was still slightly tingling and slightly red.

Du Yun was stunned, and asked 7777: 【Did a bug bite me last night? 】

7777 couldn't tell, so Du Yunting had no choice but to attribute it to the presence of mosquitoes in the room, and sprayed the room with insecticide several times before leaving.

He asked for leave that day, instead of going to the company, he took the subway to the outskirts of the city.

The temple where the master who gave him the peace talisman practiced at the beginning was on the mountain, and the incense is very strong on weekdays.When Du Yunting rushed to the bottom of the mountain, there were people walking up all the steps. He looked up the entire three thousand steps, but he couldn't see the end.

This is where Lu Cheng's parents prayed for their children.Du Yunting slowly raised his feet up, bought incense at the door, and went in to worship Buddha alone.

In this world, the theory of gods and ghosts must be believed.He was also more careful than usual, fearing that if he didn't know something, he would offend the gods and Buddhas.

The white mist curled up on the incense table, shaking off a little off-white incense ash.Du Yun stopped on the futon and bowed three times, then raised his head, and asked a young monk standing on a plate of twisted beads, "Don't ask where the abbot is buried?"

The little monk raised his eyelids to look at him, returned the salute, and asked, "Why does the benefactor ask this?"

Du Yunting didn't hide anything, and told all the gifts he had received in the past.Still holding the rosary in his hand, the little monk said indifferently: "The benefactor does not have a peace talisman in his hand."

Du Yunting shook his head and said, "I was deceived by others."

He didn't elaborate further, but the little monk seemed to understand it already, and turned around to lead him to the back room.Bypassing the Buddha Worshiping Hall in the front, there is a small Buddha Hall in the back, hidden in the quiet woods, where a small white jade Buddha statue is enshrined alone.

"The abbot once said that he had a destiny with the benefactor, so he made a fortune-telling for the benefactor back then."

Du Yunting had never seen this hexagram in the original owner's memory, so he didn't tell the original owner's parents because the result was not good.

The little monk took out a wooden tube from the closet at the back of the Buddhist hall, took out a hanging lottery from it, and handed it to the male benefactor.Du Yunting took it, opened it and saw that there were only eight large characters:

"The visitor is a guest, in this mountain."

This is not like a hexagram, but more like a Buddhist gatha.

7777 asked suspiciously: [What do you mean? 】

Du Yunting didn't understand, and looked up at the little monk.The little monk handed the sign to him, gave him another salute, and politely asked him to leave without further explanation.When they left the Buddhist hall, Fang and Du Yun stopped and said, "The abbot said before his death that the fate between the benefactor and him ended two days ago."

Du Yunting's heart skipped a beat, thinking about the time he entered the mission world two days ago.When the master said that, he was completely separated from the original owner.

It seems to be the real thing.

He sat on the car back with the signature, and 7777 was still regretting: [If this master is still here, maybe he can ask for another one. 】

The elevator scene yesterday really scared it.It was originally a system that believed in the core values ​​of socialism, but it is a pity that this is a supernatural world, which does not follow the basic laws of the materialist worldview at all——7777 almost wailed a few times, and the pair of red eyes are still there when I think of it. I have lingering fears.

Du Yunting shook his head, if the master was still around, Yang Da would not have acted so quickly.

He didn't say anything, he was thinking all the way, and he was full of thoughts while sitting on the subway.

There are not many people on the subway.At this time, it was working hours, and it was the suburban line, and it took a few carriages to see one or two people here and there.Where Du Yun sat, there was only an old lady sitting opposite, and there were empty seats all around.

He was sitting near the door, thinking about something, the car had already arrived at the next stop.

The door opened and someone got into the car.

Du Yunting didn't raise his head, and naturally he didn't see the face of the person coming.He took out his mobile phone and searched for information about that tomb again, when he suddenly felt something cold and sticky rubbing against his ankle.

He shivered violently.

After all, Lu Cheng is a young man, and his trousers are all fashionable, and they don't cover them properly.The edges of the jeans were frayed with white, revealing a small section of thin and white calf and ankle. ——The thing just rubbed against his ankle.

Just being touched like this, the chill spread from that small piece of skin.Du Yunting lowered his head and glanced, only to see a red envelope dropped on the ground, which seemed to contain money.

He didn't move, and remained seated.

The man who lost the money turned his head, touched his pocket, and then smiled at him apologetically.

"Excuse me, sir, can you pick up some money for me?"

Du Yun stared at him without moving.The man's expression became a little anxious, and he said again: "My legs and feet are not very convenient, otherwise I would pick it up by myself. I want to ask you for a favor——"

Du Yunting still hadn't moved, his face still looked a little confused.The man waited to say more, Du Yunting waved his arm first, made a few movements, pointed at himself and at the other side, with a sincere and bewildered expression.

7777: […]

The man frowned slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "Deaf-mute?"

He tried to point to the ground, and the deaf-mute made a longer series of gestures for him, completely ignoring the man.He froze for a moment, had no choice but to give up this one, did not bow his head to pick it up, and still walked forward.

After he left, the old lady who had been silent on the opposite side opened her eyes in an instant, and was about to pick it up.At this moment, the deaf-mute sitting across from her suddenly spoke and said to her, "If I were you, I wouldn't touch it."

The old lady clapped her hands and looked at him in surprise, "You can talk?"

When she realized it, she pulled her face down again, "What's wrong with me picking it up? - He didn't want it himself!"

Du Yunting said: "This money is not good, it may kill you."

The old lady just thought he was talking nonsense and ignored him.There is 100 yuan here, and the man threw it down on his own initiative, so why not? ——She took it back and saved it.

Regardless of the opposition of the young man opposite, she packed the money inside like a treasure and wrapped it in a piece of cloth.Du Yun saw that he couldn't stop it, and there was really nothing he could do. Even if he himself was haunted by ghosts, how could he save everyone.

He touched the soul-calling banner with his hand, thought for a while, held it in his hand, and shook it in the direction of the money.

[Give me an instruction for use? 】

7777: […]

Where are the instructions for use.

It said: [Generally, if you exchange this, it will be assumed that you will use it by default. 】

Du Yunting hesitated for a moment, took it in his hand, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.When a reader activates a magic weapon, he always uses a few sentences as an introduction, and he doesn't know which sentence is correct, so he just whispers out what he has read on the Internet in the past two days, and repeats it over and over again.

I don't know if it works, but I have to try it.

What if the blind cat ran into a dead mouse?

While he was reading, the old lady on the other side rolled his eyes at him several times.

As a child, the spirit is not normal.

The old lady's family is actually not poor, it's just that people who have come out of hard times basically have this problem, love money as much as life.She walked home from the subway station, ecstatic to herself, happy in her heart.

How could she not be happy if she got a hundred for nothing!

Although I have money, fried beans are still cooked on the table at night.The grandchildren all clamored to eat meat. The old lady thought meat was expensive, so she didn't want to buy it, so she bought some dumpling stuffing that was chopped into pieces, and fried together with beans.After frying, she said a few words with her daughter-in-law, and went out to find someone to chat with.

Old people go to bed early, and old ladies have to go to bed at seven o'clock in the evening.She was lying on the bed, feeling drowsy for some reason, as if something was being chopped up in her dream.

Suspicious in her heart, she touched her reading glasses for a long time, and when she finally did, she opened her eyes and saw—it wasn't herself who was chopped off!

She was taken aback and broke out in a cold sweat all of a sudden.I heard someone say, "You can buy your life with money."

Look at what she is holding in her hand, it's not the 100 yuan!

The old lady finally came to her senses at this moment, she took the money, it was tantamount to acquiescing to sell her life with the 100 yuan.She fumbled with trembling hands, and found another small yellow talisman in the red envelope. It was folded so small just now, and it was hidden in the red envelope, but she had never seen it.

This fright was no small matter, the old lady was trembling and regretting.Just as she was desperately trying to open her eyes, she felt something flicker in front of her eyes, as if a flag was waving, and then there was a dazzling white light, and a hand stretched out from the light, pushing her violently. .

She suddenly woke up from the dream, recalling what she had just seen, she couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.Since then, I have never taken such a small advantage.

After Du Yun stopped, he lived a peaceful life for two days.

The original owner is not an arrogant person, he is very soft-tempered and gets along well with his neighbors.From time to time, neighbors knock on the door and give him some snacks made by himself, or special products brought back from where he traveled.

Du Yunting also came to visit politely, came and went, and returned some small things.

He didn't bother to do these worldly favors, and he didn't want to associate with those who coldly chewed his mother's tongue behind his back.Now that he has traveled through so many worlds, Du Yunting realized that not all his neighbors would close their doors and speak ill of him behind his back.

It's rare for him to do these things with a little sincerity.

Du Yunting enshrined that piece of jade for seven days. During these seven days, the incense and melons and fruits in front of the jade were never broken. Whatever Du Yunting ate, he put a small portion on the front of the jade and distributed it to the incense table when he ate. With a pair of chopsticks, it seems that someone really lives in the house.He did all this not for anything else, but just thinking about the kindness of this ghost for saving him, and thinking about breaking up soon, so he had to say something nice.

To prevent the other party from killing him in a fit of anger.

In order to prevent being slaughtered, Du Yunting made two preparations: here he was flattering the ghost ex-husband, and he didn't stop there, trying different ways to use the soul-calling banner.After four or five days of hard work, he finally figured out how to use it. He firmly memorized the formula and held it in his hand all the time.

He didn't know how useful this thing could be.But what comes out of the system is definitely not bad.

Du Yun stopped to think about the quality of Harmony Ointment, and he was full of confidence in this magic weapon.

He felt that relying on this, he might also be able to become a great power.

7777: […]

It couldn't help but say: [A sword matches a hero. 】

In the monkey's hands, even the Yitian sword is useless.

Du Yunting thought about it wrongly, and thought deeply: [So, the harmony ointment works so well on me, not only because of the good quality, but also because I am strong? 】

7777 turned off the microphone, without saying a word, let Du Yunting pat himself happily, and praised: [Famous flower. 】

The system is almost self-closing.

Du Yun hasn't seen a ghost in the past seven days, and he lives like an ordinary person.When he saw the ghost, Lu Cheng's reaction was very normal, Du Yunting almost forgot how he was crying in the elevator.

He decided to break off the engagement.

You can't mess around with the matter of breaking up the engagement, so Du Yunting went up the mountain again and consulted the little monk about it.Although the little monk is not as solid as the presiding officer, he is also well-informed and confidently said: "This is called a yin marriage. You make a paper man, burn it to him, and then kill chickens and ducks. Sprinkle rice in front of the incense table, and put the solution Just burn the deed to him."

When he traveled with the abbot, he did this three or four times, so he was familiar with the way.After Du Yun heard about it, he invited him back and asked him to help with the practice.

After the little monk went down the mountain, he set up a magic circle in his home, picked the sunniest noon to start the magic circle, and knocked on the wooden fish in his hand.

Bang, bang, bang.

He sat cross-legged, an incense was lit in front of him, and the smoke rose up, covering most of his face.The little monk sat on the futon and opened his eyes suddenly. Du Yunting followed what he said before and lit the paper figurine he bought.

He said in his heart: Big brother, don't blame me, I really have my own heart... If you want to marry a wife, you can marry another one. Before that, I will burn one for you first, and I specially picked one The best-looking one, you are right to be an inflatable doll...

7777 almost spit out his saliva.

What is right?

The little monk opened his eyes wide and said, "Chicken and duck!"

A long, round drop of blood dripped from the chicken's neck, and a thin layer of rice was sprinkled on the incense table.The little monk made a formula, and Du Yunting put the written release letter on the candle, and lit the paper.

The paper caught fire and was quickly reduced to ashes.The little monk said: "The matter is done, from now on, you--"

Before he finished speaking, he widened his eyes and fell backward.The paper that had just been burned to ashes recovered again, trembling in the air for a moment, and then it was torn into pieces, as if someone was standing there, tearing it into pieces with a pair of invisible hands.

There was a wind blowing in the room.

There was a rustling sound coming from the ground, Du Yunting sensed something was wrong, when he looked down, he only saw footprints on the rice——

There seemed to be fog all around.The fog was so thick and white that he couldn't see anything clearly.

Only the piece of rice is clear, something is stepping on the rice, walking towards him step by step.

pat.

The footsteps were heavy, and the rice grains were splashed and scattered around.

pat.

Du Yunting's scalp was numb, and he squeezed the soul-calling banner in his hand.He didn't know when the extra red satin appeared in his hand, it was as blood-red as when he worshiped the church that day, and he looked down at himself, and it was already the red dress from that day - the corners of the skirt were winding and embroidered with fine patterns , reflecting light flickeringly.

The cold breath was on the side of his neck, this time it was much heavier than usual.Du Yunting guessed that he might have annoyed him, so he wanted to shake the soul-calling flag in his hand, but he couldn't move at all, he just felt light in his body, as if countless little ghosts lifted him up and sent him into the mist.

Last time, he only entered the middle hall, worshiped in front of this statue, and got married.

This time, it seemed that there was some thread pulling him, pulling him, and pulling him in through the side door behind the hall - there was a dark red bed there, the curtain was drawn down, and was lifted by an invisible hand opened.Du Yunting was taken aback, but before he could react, he was already placed on the bed, his clothes were loosened, and there was some breath coming down from the top collar, which made him suddenly startled, and was cold Tiny bumps appeared on his skin.

The breath surrounded him and merged with him, like a hand caressing indistinctly.The touch on the skin was like ice, but the blood surging underneath was like fire. Du Yunting trembled, the original owner's reaction came up again, and tears gradually filled his eyes.

He moved in vain and said, "No..."

The wind paused.Immediately afterwards, there was a strange and smooth touch, slowly kissing away the tear stains at the corners of his eyes.

That movement was full of love and compassion, which even made Du Yun stop in a trance for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out his body—as if he was not lying in the blood-red tent in this ghost hall, but in the bed he was used to sleeping in, surrounded by Mr. Gu hugged and kissed.

He shed tears drop by drop, and his appearance was even a bit miserable.In this tent, the wind gradually swayed, and gradually condensed into a deep black shadow.

The shadow embraced him and whispered, "Afraid?"

"..."

Lu Cheng's reaction was so intense that Du Yunting couldn't even say a word.He was stiff, and could only be hugged in the arms of the other party, like a fish that had been put on a knife board, leaving only a fate to be slaughtered.

The black shadow caressed the moist corners of his eyes, unhurriedly, but there was anger in his voice, "Afraid you still write?"

Du Yunting suddenly blinked.

The voice was a little familiar, but it was very ethereal when it came in now, and he couldn't be sure.

But this voice—

His heart was pounding, he couldn't tell whether it was because of joy or because of Lu Cheng's fear.He swallowed his saliva, pinched the other hand with one hand, managed to calm down his body, and finally raised his head——

He pulled the red silk in his hand.

The end of the red silk was tied with a memorial tablet, and when he pulled it, the blood-red curtains in front of the bed fluttered, and a sound suddenly sounded in the room, like thousands of ghosts crying——

The voice merged into a river, sad and sad, and the tune was drawn for a long time.

Through the cracks in the billowing curtains, Du Yunting finally caught a glimpse of what was written on the ebony and gold tablet. It was the name of the evil spirit who had made a marriage contract with him.

The second son of the Gu family, named Li, styled Tingzhi.

……

The name is Li, and the word stops!

These words turned and turned in Du Yunting's heart, wanting to cry and feeling sad, but his mind suddenly relaxed.Most of the fears he had just now disappeared, he choked up for a while, and tears dripped out again.

It's Mr. Gu.

Mr. Gu came to see him.

Soi Ying only thought that he was afraid of himself, so he frowned even more and pinched his chin.

"answer me."

He said in a deep voice, but suddenly felt a heat in his arms, and the warm breath belonging to a stranger hit his arms in an instant - the stranger who was crying and couldn't help himself was now curled up in his arms, obviously trembling with fright, But she still hugged him and called softly: "Husband..."

"..."

With just this sound, even gods and ghosts were shaken by it.The black shadow remained motionless, and the color became more and more intense.

The young man raised his head and called again: "Husband..."

This sound was sweet and slippery, and it contained countless indescribable sweet words, like a hook to attract people.

Li Gui's howling stopped abruptly, the black shadow paused, and suddenly pressed him into the quilt, tightly locking his wrist.The body of a stranger is smooth and childish, and he can smell the fragrance of fresh blood.

The place touched by the breath is cold, but the whole body is terribly hot.

Du Yunting stretched out his hand, trying hard to hug him back.But this body really didn't live up to expectations, and before I could hug Mr. Gu, I was scared and cried again.The black shadow stopped, kissed the corner of his eyes again, and said solemnly: "Don't force it."

Du Yunting: "..."

No, I didn't force it!

I'd love to! !

He was so anxious that he wished he could hug Mr. Gu right away to prove that he was really willing - but when he thought that the black shadow in front of him was a ghost, his hands trembled first, and he refused to take half a step closer no matter what.

Du Yunting was very anxious, he found Mr. Gu with great difficulty, how could he waste all his time on this?

He stared eagerly at the shadow, trying to send a message of willingness with his eyes.It's just that he cried so miserably, how could Sombra be willing to do so.

What he is holding in his arms now is not a ghost, but a human being.

Gu Li couldn't remember how many years he hadn't touched anyone.However, the touch is so soft and delicate, the neck is so thin and white, it can be easily broken by him.

The stranger is still crying, and even the tears are warm.When Gu Li touched it, his heart felt like it was burning, and he softened suddenly, and let go of his hand.

As soon as he let go, the stranger stopped crying, but just looked at him eagerly, with a nasal sound in his voice, pitifully: "Husband..."

Du Tongsou almost regretted dying in his heart.He roared at 7777: [Fuck, why didn't you say he was Mr. Gu before! 】

7777 who was yelled at was extremely wronged.

Who knows what your old attack will turn into?

It is not a related account, and there is no such source of information.

Du Guisou was furious. Originally, Mr. Gu was his husband, but now, he actually burned the divorce agreement first——if her husband becomes an ex-husband, how can he talk about business with Mr. Gu?

Big loss!

Not to mention that they were about to bridal chamber just now!

He looked at Mr. Gu who was in the dark at the moment, and said in a low voice, "Husband, the matter of the deed of divorce..."

The color of the black shadow suddenly became a little darker, and Li Gui's cry sounded again, obviously angry.

Du Yun stopped to swallow, and completed the second half of the sentence: "...Can you pretend you didn't see it?"

Shadow: "..."

For some reason, 7777 saw a dazed and puzzled expression from the black mass.

An emoji like a black question mark face.

The author has something to say: I don't know if it was Mr. Gu's counseling: You are called robbing the husband of the people!Can ghosts marry?How is it possible - you are so unreasonable!

divorce!

divorce! ! !

Knowing that it was Mr. Gu's counseling: If the owo hall has already worshiped, then it must be non-refundable, no refund, no refund.

What is divorce?I don't know, I don't know, I don't know owo