Huangliang Inn

The underworld seal on the jade tablet was removed when Bigan left.

The rectangular jade tablet is as big as half the palm of an adult, with ancient totems engraved on one side, giving off a lustrous luster; the other side is smooth and smooth, without a trace of lines.

Yan Jue returned to the inn, and put the green fire presented by Bigan into the cauldron furnace, and there was a popping sound in the furnace immediately.At the same time, the Yin soldiers sacrificed their death energy and completely wrapped the cauldron, so that they could barely suppress the violence of Qinghuo.

When the green fire and the ghost fire are completely fused, the orange-red fire mass doubles in size.The grimace at Yanxin became more and more solid, and the eyebrows were clearly discernible.

"Please, everyone."

Yan Jue took out three jars of spirits and several demon fish, and handed them to the Yin soldiers guarding the stove.The latter held the wine jar and smiled broadly, patting his chest again and again, promising to keep an eye on the stove and never leave an inch.

"Don't worry shopkeeper, brothers are absolutely unambiguous in their work!"

The Liuyin soldiers continued to sacrifice the will-o'-the-wisps, Yan Jue stepped up to the second floor, pushed away a guest room on the right side of the stairs, and went straight in.

There are three screens standing in the middle of the room, and there are antique racks against the wall. There are various antique porcelains on the racks. The bronze is simple, the jade is shiny, and the patterns on the porcelain are extremely smart.

Next to the shelf is a long-necked bottle, more than half a person's height, and a red plum is in full bloom in the bottle.The petals are carved with emeralds, blooming gorgeously on the branches, and the stamens are inlaid with gold silk colored treasures, which can be described as exquisite workmanship.

In front of the screen is a round table, and beside the table are two wooden stools. The corners of the table and the legs of the stool are crouching tigers, squatting on all sides, their eyes wide open, and their mouths roaring, which is lifelike.

There is a copper censer on the table and a bronze stand from which a bell hangs.

Sui Yanyan closed the door, and the copper chain on the frame was lightly moved without wind, causing the copper bell to tinkle, like a mountain stream gurgling continuously, crisp and melodious.

Yan Jue walked to the table, tapped the bronze stand with two fingers, and the ringing stopped abruptly.Then lift the lid of the incense burner and throw an incense ball inside.After a while, white smoke curled up, bypassing the furnace body carved with auspicious cloud patterns, and soon became transparent.At the same time, the elegant fragrance wafts in the room, with the breath of winter snow, like the faint plum fragrance, refreshing.

The jade tablet was placed on the table, Yan Jue tapped it lightly, and a teapot and two teacups appeared out of thin air.

Hot air overflows from the mouth of the teapot, the tea is poured into the cup, the sound of water gurgles, and the hot air persists.The surface of the water is lightly rippling, and the two needle-shaped tea stems are floating and sinking, like a swaying light boat.

The fragrance of tea is elegant, and the jade plaque remains silent and unresponsive.

Yan Jue knocked on the table again, the screen behind the table was no longer blank, a large cloud drifted past, the copper bell swayed, and the bells rang, from slow to urgent, almost comparable to the sudden rainstorm in the summer afternoon.

"Since I have an obsession in my heart, I have been reluctant to reincarnate for a long time, why don't you come out and meet me?"

The ringing of the bell continued, Yan Juan sat at the table, the tea cup was brought to his lips but he didn't drink it, he just sniffed the tea and patiently waited for the ghost in the jade tablet to respond.

After about half an incense stick, a large cloud of black air rose from the surface of the jade tablet, and gusts of wind blew in the room, which was gloomy and cold, and could freeze a person's bone marrow.

The black air coiled like a poisonous snake, continuously rising and spreading, and soon filled the entire room.

Yan Jue put down the teacup, let the black air permeate, snapped his fingers casually, hot air overflowed from the mouth of the teapot again, and the cup was refilled with hot tea.

The black air was getting thicker and thicker, like a ferocious beast with its teeth and claws, it rushed straight at Yan Chuan, but it was separated by a transparent barrier, so it couldn't hurt him at all.

There were bursts of ghost cries, and the wind was strong, and the screens, antique shelves, and wooden tables in the room were shaking at the same time.Antiques, jade and porcelain kept falling, and they were about to shatter to the ground, but they were suddenly lifted up by spiritual power halfway, suspended in mid-air, and surrounded by the pervasive black air.

The aura began to spread, and in the mass of aura, Qi Ling swung its small arms like lotus joints, shook its small head, and flew around the periphery of the black air, laughing mischievously.

Once the black air is wrapped by the spiritual light, it will be torn and eaten on the spot, turning into black spots and disappearing in the bright light.

After less than 5 minutes of stalemate, the black air was defeated.It's just that Qi Ling didn't dare to continue to move forward, and the looming golden light in the black air obviously made them afraid.

"Let's go back."

Yan Jue's voice resounded in the room, the aura surrounding the ghosts gradually disappeared, and the antiques that gave birth to artifact spirits flew back to the shelves one after another, and the scene of an earthquake disappeared.

The bogu stand no longer swayed, and the screen and wooden table also stopped shaking.

The black air surged for a moment, and finally stopped resisting. It gradually faded amidst the ringing of the bell, and an old man in sixties appeared.

The old man was dressed in a Tang suit made of silk, with regular facial features and gray temples.The word Sichuan is branded between the eyebrows, with a serious expression, and the back is straight when standing and walking.His eyes were scarlet like a ghost, but his whole body was covered with a faint golden light.It is this layer of golden light that makes Qi Ling, who has survived for thousands of years, fear.

"Why is the store calling me old?" The old man's voice was rough and hoarse. He must have been injured before his death, and his articulation was not very clear.

"Sir, please sit down." Yan Jue asked the old man to take a seat, and brought the teacup to him.

Seeing that the other party stood still, with a very bad expression on his face, Yan Xing smiled as before, tapped the jade tablet in front of him, and said: "Mr. I must have listened to the words. I asked you to face me, sir, to help you get rid of your obsessions."

The old man looked at Yan Jue carefully, and said after a long time, "Can you really help me?"

"Naturally." Yan Jue nodded and invited the old man to sit down again.

This time the old man did not refuse, sat across from Yan Jue, took a look at the steaming fragrant tea, and was quite moved.He was the best drinker of tea during his lifetime, and in order to find top-quality tea, he went to the tea garden in the mountains and stayed there for several years.

"This is spiritual tea." Yan Jue snapped his fingers, and two boxes of snacks appeared on the table.The dim sum is made of glutinous rice and filled with bright flower petals, exuding a tempting sweetness.

After the old man became a ghost, he stayed in the underworld for several years and saw many ghosts and spirits.He has seen even the unique offerings of Yan Luo and Judge.The tea and snacks in front of him may seem ordinary, but they have a fatal temptation for him, even the ghost pills in the Temple of Yama can't compare with it.

"Thank you."

The old man thanked Yan Jue, picked up the teacup to savor, and then picked up the long chopsticks, and used several pieces of snacks in succession.The snacks and tea entered his stomach, and the resentment that drove him mad was further suppressed, and the manic emotions weakened, and the effect was greater than when he was sealed in the jade.

Sensing the obvious change, the old man stopped his chopsticks and looked at Yan Jue with his scarlet eyes, guard and doubt appearing in his expression.

"Sir, there is no need to worry. This tea is not harmful to you, but it has a lot of benefits." Yan Jue explained.

"benefit?"

"You die with hatred, and your obsession is hard to get rid of. If you let your resentment be swallowed up, you will turn into a ghost sooner or later. Because you have accumulated merits for several lifetimes, and after you die, you will have a golden light to protect your soul body. Once you turn into a ghost, the golden light will definitely bite back. This kind of pain, The punishment of Wangchuan cannot be compared."

The old man fell into deep thought, as if digesting what Yan Chuan said.

After a while, looking at the cold tea in the cup, he suddenly laughed coldly.

"As the saying goes, good is rewarded with good and evil is rewarded with evil. I have done countless good deeds during my lifetime, and most of my family property has been used for public welfare, running schools, subsidizing poor students, and donating money and gifts for widows and lonely people. But where is my good reward?"

The old man's laughter grew louder, black air surged around his body again, his eyes were scarlet and dripping blood, his fingernails and lips were stained black, his voice was like sandpaper being ground, and there was a hint of sharpness in the roughness.

Seeing this, Yan Jue squeezed the seal with his hands, and pointed his two fingers at the old man's forehead.

The rolling black air stopped suddenly, and the red light in the old man's eyes gradually dissipated. His expression changed from madness to exhaustion.

"Mister's obsession is too deep, the more you suppress the situation, the worse it will be. You might as well speak out, it will always relieve you a little bit." Yan Jue said.

The old man lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if he was talking to Yan Jue, but also as if he was talking to himself: "Is it really useful to tell it?"

"Yes." Yan Jue said softly, "Tell me, and I can help you."

The old man fell into silence and didn't make a sound for a long time.

Yan Jue didn't urge him, and changed to another pot of hot tea, waiting quietly for the old man to let go of his guard.

After a long time, the old man's voice finally sounded in the room.

"My name is Zheng En, and my ancestral home is Haishi. According to my father, my grandfather used to be the shopkeeper of a foreign company. In a few years, he accumulated a considerable family business."

"Wealth attracts people's envy. My grandfather was careless in making friends and was lured into gambling addiction. He lost all his family property in just half a month, and even tampered with the accounts of the foreign company. When the matter was revealed, the boss was furious. Seeing that there was no relationship in the past. Calling the police is just to drive grandpa away."

"The family was in decline, and my grandfather still didn't repent. Everything in the family was gambled. In order to raise money for gambling, he even sold my aunt."

The old man fell into memory, his expression was in a trance, and his voice became low.

"My grandmother was seriously ill due to shortness of breath. In addition to many years of hard work, there was no cure for medicine and stones, and she died soon. My father was a teenager. In order to survive, he went to the wharf every day to carry labor. He was so tired that he coughed up blood. People don't die on the streets."

"After the war broke out, my grandfather disappeared, and my father was arrested as a strong man. He was sent to the battlefield without knowing anything. Fortunately, he met a few fellow villagers and crawled out among the dead."

When the old man was talking, Yan Yu replaced the fragrant tea with wine, and the snacks were also removed, and replaced with two plates of side dishes to go with the wine.

"Later, my father changed teams, fought one battle after another, fought through the hail of bullets, until the whole country was liberated." The old man picked up the wine glass and drank it with his head raised.

"When my father was alive, the most common thing to say was gratitude. He said that without the kind-hearted people back then, he would have died on the street long ago. There would be no day today, let alone my two brothers and me. He also said that if If I can find it, I must find my aunt no matter what.”

"For 20 years, until his death, he never gave up."

"On the hospital bed, he told me and my two brothers to try to find my aunt's descendants, to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and to educate our children and grandchildren. We must not engage in gambling. If we get into such a bad habit, we will be expelled from the house immediately."

Having said this, the old man stopped suddenly, his expression changed a few times, pain and hatred intertwined on his face, his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed.

"I have followed my father's last words and have never slacked off for decades."

"I thought my brothers and my children were the same as me. How could I have imagined that my relatives, the people I trust the most, would join hands to push me to a dead end for the sake of family property and their own selfishness!"