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Chapter 109 Dream Terrace
When Xiaoyu was thinking about it, Yang Mu suddenly handed the Yin Juying Bead in front of her.

"Huh?" What do you mean? Is this a deliberate temptation? This is as funny as putting a piece of meat in front of a tiger to test its concentration.

"Here you are!" Yang Mu's two simple words caused Xiaoyu, who was thinking wildly, to crash his brain.

Xiaoyu's thinking was still in a daze, but her hands were controlled by instinct. She took the Juyin Bead from Yang Mu's hand, and it took her a while to react.

"Why did you give me this thing all of a sudden? It's not dark, it doesn't look good at all." Although the female ghost complained, she was holding the bead firmly in her hand, and she had no intention of letting it change hands.

Women! No, yes, female ghosts!The appearance of duplicity really made the onlookers feel embarrassed for her.

"If you don't want it, just give it to me." Yang Mu smiled and reached out to grab her hand.

Xiaoyu "giggled" laughing with white teeth, and dexterously dodged Yang Mu's attack with her arms.

"You are a big man, you must mean what you say. The things you just gave to others will be returned in a blink of an eye. That can't be done."

Yang Mu shrugged, "Seeing your reluctance, I thought you were unwilling to accept this thing."

"It doesn't matter whether others are willing or not, or happy or not, what is sent out is what is sent out, and there is no such thing as getting it back."

Yang Mu didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore, "Okay, okay, what you said is right, Xiaosheng has been educated!"

After finishing speaking, he arched his hands, shook up the poem and painting that Xiaoyu had just painted on the table, and looked at it carefully, turning a deaf ear to Xiaoyu's greetings beside him, as if he had already sunk deeply into the artistic conception of this painting.

But there is no artistic conception in Xiaoyu's poems and paintings. The only thing that can be called artistic conception is Nalan Xingde's poems.But this poem is a hundred years ago, and the artistic conception does not match this person at this moment and this place.

Seeing Yang Mu ignoring her, Xiaoyu sat beside her angrily, grabbed the snacks that Wang Zeng put on, and felt like gnashing her teeth while chewing.It seems that the snack in his hand is regarded as Yang Mu, in order to vent his dissatisfaction with Yang Mu.

After a while, Yang Mu seemed to be talking to himself, "I've resigned that storyteller, and I'm afraid I won't hear storytellers in my place from now on."

When Xiaoyu heard this, the dim sum in her mouth didn't feel good anymore, "Why, I think Mr. Storyteller's words are very good, why did he suddenly quit him?"

Yang Mu spread the rice paper on the table again with a "crash" and tapped his head lightly with his fingers, "That storyteller's mouth is not very firm. He had a day off yesterday, and everyone in Renjia Town knows that I, Yang Mu, Follow a beautiful woman at night and listen to an opera in your own courtyard."

When Xiaoyu heard it, her two crooked eyebrows immediately stood upright, and she seemed very dissatisfied with the storyteller going outside to talk about people's privacy.

Although Yang Mu is an old man, he doesn't pay attention to "famous virtues" like women, but at certain times, wind reviews can change people's perception of a person unconsciously.

Xiaoyu wanted to understand why Yang Mu's attitude towards her tonight became a little strange. It turned out that she was troubled by this matter.

He even uttered the words "Thousands of accusations, death without illness".

Xiaoyu suddenly felt that the fragrant tea and snacks in the past had become dull and tasteless.

She felt that she had to do something, otherwise her thoughts would not come out.

After making up her mind, Xiaoyu said goodbye to Yang Mu.Judging from the time in the past, she didn't arrive at Yang Mu's house for a long time this time, and she originally thought that Yang Mu would do something to keep her.But what made Xiaoyu feel uncomfortable was that Yang Mu didn't even express any intention of staying.

This made Xiaoyu feel a little frustrated, feeling that since she was a ghost, she had never failed so much.

This kind of failure and setback was something she had never experienced before, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad in her heart.

After leaving the gate of the Yang Mansion, Xiaoyu walked slowly.The seemingly slow pace is actually just an illusion in the eyes of passers-by.The real speed disappeared at the other end of the street in the blink of an eye.

After leaving the bustling market town, Xiaoyu couldn't even wait to reach the pagoda tree forest.Directly recite the spell and use the technique of summoning to summon all the ghosts under him.

"We have seen Empress Yu!"

All the ghosts paid homage in unison.

"No gift!
I summoned you here to find out all the storytellers in Renjia Town, and use the dream technique to arrest them all in the Western Mountains!"

"I will obey!"

"Go!" Xiaoyu waved his hand, and the ghosts dissipated like the wind without a sound.

In Yizhuang not far away, and Yang Mu in Yang's Mansion, when Xiaoyu summoned all the ghosts, they all seemed to have a feeling, and they all looked there in unison, as if they could see through the distance of space and knew what happened there. What!
In fact, Yang Mu just felt that the yin energy in that place suddenly increased violently, and then dissipated without warning.

However, Uncle Jiu is much more knowledgeable than Yang Mu, and he knows what this phenomenon means.

Hundreds of ghosts gathered, if nothing happened, how could such a situation happen.

Uncle Jiu left his work, cleaned his hands, and came to the statue of the Patriarch and burned three sticks of incense.Drive the compass of destiny with spiritual power, and stop after the inscription on the entire compass is filled with spiritual power.

I saw the pointer in the center of the compass starting to rotate crazily, and then slowly calmed down after a few breaths.Only when passing a specific direction, the pointer paused for a few moments.Uncle Jiu silently remembered the paused position in his heart. After the fate compass stopped running, Uncle Jiu rearranged the recorded positions, started the destiny formula in his mind, and began to calculate the good or bad of the event.

"There is good luck in bad luck, and bad luck in good luck. Weird!"

We must know that good and bad are not based on yin and yang, that yin and yang are balanced, and that good and bad are uneven.

Always act, good or bad can be distinguished according to the footsteps, either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind prevails over the east wind.There has never been a strange situation where the east wind and west wind blow together.

With such a result, Uncle Jiu decided to go to the town to take a look.

Qiusheng has improved a lot since he visited Dahanzhuang, and he has changed a lot compared to before. Uncle Jiu is also more at ease in handing over Yizhuang to his apprentices.

There happened to be another apprentice living in Renjia Town, if it was too late, just go to Yang Mu's place to disturb him for one night.

He left as soon as he said it, and briefly explained to Qiusheng and Wencai. After thinking about it, Uncle Jiu took some magic weapons for self-defense and set off.

When passing by the pagoda tree forest on the road, Uncle Jiu didn't notice anything different from the past.The main reason is that the pagoda tree forest likes shade, and the shade is particularly strong, which affects Uncle Jiu's judgment on this place.

This is just an illusion caused by inertial thinking. If Uncle Jiu really got his act together and took out a magic weapon to investigate this place, it wouldn't take much effort to discover the clues here.

But who would have thought that not far away in Yizhuang, there are gods like Uncle Jiu sitting in town.There are still ghosts gathering here. Although they didn't make trouble or do anything bad, this kind of provocation similar to that at the door of the house really makes people feel a little dumbfounded.

If Uncle Jiu really discovered this, he would be furious.

It didn't take long for Uncle Jiu to come to the place where Xiaoyu summoned a hundred ghosts. Although all the ghosts had left for a long time, Uncle Jiu was sensitive to the ghostly aura remaining in the place.

In the end, Uncle Jiu actually found out Xiaoyu's trajectory accurately from the traces left by the ghosts.

Uncle Jiu looked in Yang Mu's direction, planning to follow the "ghost trail" first, and if there was nothing serious, it would not be too late to turn back to Yang Mu's mansion.

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu swaggered and concealed his whereabouts a little, at least so that the "ghost" would not find him easily.

Almost non-stop all the way, went straight to the West Mountain.

Xishan is in the west of Renjia Town, and it is mostly the resting place of Renjia Town after death, and there are many cemeteries.Most of them are buried in family groups.

People in Renjia Town often call Xishan "Xitian", because Xishan is closer to Xitian.

Xishan has mountains and waters, but it is not poor mountains and bad waters.After all, as the burial place of the ancestors, it is also suitable for the dead to live in the shadows.

Uncle Jiu has been to Xishan many times. It is impossible for a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to breed vicious ghosts.Even if there are ghosts, they are also ghosts of peace.

Therefore, after he found out that the ghost trail pointed to Xishan, he resolutely gave up his plan to go to Yang Mu's house first, and he must find out what happened in Xishan.

Not long after, Uncle Jiu was already close to the land of Xishan.

At night, the place is full of ghosts, making Uncle Jiu's tracking skills less sensitive all of a sudden.

Seeing that there are already slices of graves, and there are many tombstones, they have arrived at the cemetery.

The ghost qi here is boiling, and the yin qi is even stronger.

Uncle Jiu hastily used the Oxlei talisman to open his eyes, and when he looked over, he saw a different scene.

It seems to be in a lively market, the streets are full of people coming and going, so lively.Uncle Jiu just wanted to enter, but found that all the "people" looked at him with strange eyes. Only then did he realize that the aura of yang and life in him was too strong.The ghosts can see it when they look at it.

Uncle Jiu patted his head in frustration, took out a talisman, and recited the spell. After the talisman burned out of thin air, a mysterious aura enveloped Uncle Jiu, which not only covered his popularity, but also made his There was a ghostly aura around him out of thin air.

From the eyes of the ghosts, Uncle Nine was no different from them.In their eyes, Uncle Jiu is their kind.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu walked towards the street with peace of mind, and melted into the bustling crowd.Uncle Jiu wandered aimlessly, just like he usually goes shopping, looking left and right, looking very curious.He had heard of the existence of ghost markets before, but he had never had the opportunity to look for ghost markets before.

Up to now, Uncle Jiu seems to have forgotten his original intention and his purpose.

In fact, it is not the case. If you look closely at Uncle Jiu's movements, you will find that the palm of his left hand basically does not shake much when he walks.In the palm of his hand is my small compass.

Previously, Uncle Jiu used a special Taoist technique to record the auras of ghosts traveling to the Western Mountains in this small compass.Uncle Jiu seemed to be shopping aimlessly, but in fact he was using a hidden compass to locate and find the "ghost trail".

Passing through the bustling and crowded streets, Uncle Jiu found himself on top of a mountain in Xishan through the phantom.

But in his fantasy, Uncle Jiu saw a different scene.

There is a simple and heavy high platform. In front of the ascending steps, there is a stone tablet with bright red characters written on it: Dream Platform!
Uncle Jiu didn't know what this place was used for, but based on the two big characters "Mengtai", it can be guessed that it must be something related to dreaming or dreams.

According to the instructions of the compass, it is the trace of the ghost that is being traced, which is currently in a dream.

Therefore, Uncle Jiu did not hesitate, and directly stepped on the upper steps of Tongmeng Terrace.

After walking through 27 steps, Uncle Jiu climbed to the height of Mengtai.

Seen from below, although Mengtai is solemn and solemn, it does not seem that the overall building is very large.But Uncle Jiu, who was on the dream platform, found that the space above was much larger than expected.

Uncle Jiu looked around and saw a huge bubble-like thing not far away. A beautiful girl ran her slender fingers across the surface of the bubble, and a different picture would appear on the surface of the bubble.

And through Bubbles, Uncle Jiu keenly discovered that there was a villain with closed eyes in the middle of it.But judging from the expression of this villain, his experience at this time is not so pleasant.

The light curtain formed on the surface of the bubble, in the flashing picture, is the figure of this villain.The figure of the villain on the screen is much more normal in size.Through this figure, Uncle Jiu keenly discovered that this villain was none other than the resident storyteller in a teahouse in Renjia Town.

As long as someone died in Renjia Town, it would be dealt with by Uncle Jiu.And recently, no one died in Renjia Town, Uncle Nine can guarantee that this storyteller is alive and well.It's just that I don't know his soul, why he ran to Xishan, is it related to the gathering of ghosts before?
Uncle Jiu moved forward subconsciously, trying to figure out what was going on.

Before he could approach, two ghosts emerged from the side to stop him, "What are you doing?"

Facing the questioning from the two ghosts, Uncle Jiu was not at all flustered, but instead asked very calmly, "Why, when did this place become your property."

What Uncle Jiu meant was that every plant and tree in the West Mountain belonged to all the people in Renjia Town. Of course, Uncle Jiu could come and go freely.

The two little ghosts understood that what Uncle Jiu said was that Mengtai belonged to Renjia Town, and they were just borrowing it, so they were not qualified to point fingers.

"Our Empress Jade is performing the technique of dreaming here, teach this storyteller a lesson, who made him annoy our Empress Yu by coincidence."

"After all, this is also from our Renjia Town. It's too embarrassing for you to do this." Uncle Jiu asked tentatively again.

"Don't worry, our Empress Yu just taught him a lesson this time, so that he can remember it well. He should remember well, not everything can be said casually without the master's consent."

"So that's it!" Uncle Jiu suddenly realized that it didn't seem to be a big deal.

It's just that he was also a little curious. The storyteller relied on his eloquent mouth. Could it be that he told some stories that offended someone who shouldn't be offended?
"Oh, what did this storyteller say to offend Empress Yu?"

The two ghosts glanced at each other, and one of the ghosts said: "Someone asks a storyteller to tell us Yu Niangniang every night, and this talker leaked this matter without the owner's consent, causing people to be ashamed." Everyone knows that it offended Empress Yu."

(End of this chapter)