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The Qin family is a well-known family. There are seven Jinshi mansions in the family, and there are two Jinshi flagpoles in front of the gate.

When Mr. Qin was young, he didn't catch up with the final imperial examination, but for decades, no matter whether it was the raw silk business or the tea business, as long as it was the Qin family's business, it was always profitable and profitable, and there was no loss-making business.

Mr. Qin had nine concubines in his courtyard, but he had no wife. His wife died of dystocia during childbirth.

Mr. Qin loves his wife deeply, and everything in the main room remains the same as before his wife was alive, and no one is allowed to touch it.

Even the landscape painting that my wife didn't draw before was spread on the table as it is. Every Qingming Zhongyuan, Mr. Qin would always sit in the main room, touch the piano she used, and see if there was no painting. finished painting.

As if his wife was still there.

No one in Xiangshui town praises him, Mr. Qin is really an infatuated person.

Even Master Qingyang was invited back by Master Qin to set up an altar in Xiangshui Town to pray for blessings and wealth for the townspeople, and to protect the land and water.

The infatuated Mr. Qin is currently listening to an opera in the nine concubine's room, leaning on the couch to watch her fluttering sleeves, beating time with Xipi Jinghu, stretching out his two fingers, and the little maid will bring up the jade smoke pipe .

The servants guarding the ancestral hall of the Qin family hurried across the corridor and sent word to the little girl in Aunt Jiu's room, who rushed into the room again and interrupted Aunt Jiu's last singing.

Aunt Jiu was so angry that she scratched her ears twice with her backhand: "You're going to die!"

She's so delicate, she cursed people with a playful tone, but with all her strength, she beat the little girl so blinded that she fell on the ground: "Master, the statue in the ancestral hall is cracked."

When Master Qin heard this, he threw away the jade pipe, pushed away Mrs. Nine, and ran into the ancestral hall without even having time to put on his shoes. He ran to the innermost altar without even looking at the ancestral tablet.

I saw the "god statue" on the altar split in two from the middle.

For so many years, there have been a lot of incense offerings and fruits, and this year, the magic circle was specially strengthened. Master Qingyang said that as long as the offerings are continued, the Qin family can keep their wealth and honor for a hundred years.

How could it be broken?

Master Qin was in the ancestral hall, and the servants shouted outside the ancestral hall again: "Master! Master is not good! The Fengshui cave is on fire!"

Master Qin didn't care about the cracked statue, he ran out of the yard, and when he looked up, he saw black smoke burning from the mountain depression.

Everyone in the Qin family knows that it is the Qin family's geomantic treasure cave, and the ancestors of the Qin family are buried in the mid-mountain col. That's why the Qin family will always be rich and honorable, and they will do whatever they want.

"Go up the mountain! Go up the mountain!" Master Qin was fifty years away, and his legs and feet really climbed halfway up the mountain. It was dark that day, and the servant carried him up.

When they arrived, the grave had already been burnt clean.

Ah Sheng deliberately poured strong wine and added cinnabar. If he couldn't find the black dog's blood, he would pour a bowl into it and use the most yang and most strong things to destroy this yin acupoint.

Master Qin almost couldn't stand on the spot, and the servants supported him from left to right.

"Where's the thing? Isn't it...where's the corpse?" Master Qin asked first, and then shouted, "Stand still! Don't move."

"Stand back, I'll go and see for myself."

Don't let them see it!

Master Qin suddenly gained strength, and he walked towards the grave step by step. Every time he took a step forward, the past events of 30 years ago came to mind one by one.

Master Qin was still Master Qin at that time, and Lan Xuan was the daughter-in-law married by the Qin family.

Young master Qin saw his wife when he lifted the hijab that day in the bridal chamber. He smiled at the first glance. He didn't expect such a beautiful bride.

Lan Xuan is beautiful and smart, and is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although Young Master Qin could not take the imperial examination, the two of them really lived a fairy life of harmony and harmony.

Lan Xuan was pregnant, but Young Master Qin was still in a sweet dream.

Until she conceived and gave birth to a monster in October.

When Lan Xuan died, she was bleeding profusely. She had no feeling in half of her body, but she was still breathing. Granny Wen passed out when she saw the child. She thought the child was disabled and something was missing.

The Qin family will not want children who are not complete.

She understood in her heart, stretched out her hand, and firmly held Master Qin's hand, with the last light in her eyes: "Please, give him a bite of food, don't..."

Before finishing speaking, the person let go.

The nanny invited didn't even dare to hold the baby, only the nanny brought by Lan Xuan from her natal home hugged the monster.

Young master Qin sat in the blood room for a day and a night. No one in the family admitted that he had this child. He only said that the young mistress took the child with her when she gave birth.

That "monster" lives in the tower at the corner of the Qin family mansion.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. Some people say that the feng shui of the Qin family's ancestral tomb is not good, so such a monster was born.

Some people also said that the eldest young mistress must have stolen someone, even if she hunched with a beggar, she would not be able to produce such a thing.

Four or five years later, the monster was still in the tower, Young Master Qin became the head of the Qin family, and the family gradually declined. He gradually believed that it was because the feng shui of the ancestral grave was not good that he gave birth to the monster and ruined the family business. .

Immortal Master Qingyang invited here at this time. He had seen the ancestral grave and said that the feng shui of the Qin family's ancestral grave should be excellent, but it could be even better.

"With such a good baby, why doesn't Master Qin lock it up and use it?"

Master Qin didn't understand what the treasure was until Master Qingyang pointed to the tower: "One body, two souls, the Avatar, with it here, the family business will be hard to thrive."

"Then why do you say it's a baby?"

"It's both a magic star and a chance. It's a rare chance in a century. As long as you open the altar and gather blood for wealth, the Qin family can keep their wealth for a hundred years."

It was the first and last time Master Qin stepped up to the tower, and he heard the two heads talking to himself through the window. He was terrified in his heart, and fled downstairs to ask Immortal Master Qingyang to turn this magic star into a treasure.

He nailed the nails in with his own hands, and he also put the monster into the coffin with his own hands. We must not let others know that there is no ancestor of the Qin family in this coffin, but a monster!

Master Qin walked slowly to the grave, and took a look at the coffin that had been burned to ashes inside.

"It's gone..." He stepped back a few steps and fell to the ground, his face full of panic, he muttered to himself, "Where did it go?"

Seeing that Master Qin fell down, the housekeeper immediately stepped forward to help him up. Seeing that Master Qin was confused, he said cautiously: "Would you like to ask Master Qingyang's apprentice how to remedy it? Who did it? You can't understand it just by asking." .”

The butler felt strange while talking, the master has never been so panicked, although the ancestral grave is a matter of family luck, why is the master not angry, but rather scared?

Master Qin seemed to have grasped at straws: "Yes, yes, go to Qingyang Immortal Master and invite him back!"

Why is it that Qingyang Immortal Master is not here at this time!

As soon as it was dark, Xuan Yun couldn't bear it any longer, she rolled up in the altar again, and Bai Zhun knocked on the bamboo stick: "Come out."

The jar rolled out from under the bed, Bai Zhun punctured the paper seal on the altar with a bamboo stick, black and red blood mist gathered in front of the bed into a human form, Bai Zhun said to Xuan Yun: "Except for the culprit, if you hurt one more person, add another one." guilt."

Xuan Yun was surrounded by black mist, every day she didn't hate blood, the fire of resentment would burn her heart every day, making her never able to live in peace.

If it was an ordinary ghost, it would have lost its sanity long ago because of this torture, and committed murder indiscriminately.

But she became a ghost in the world of yin and yin, and she was able to regain her senses, and saluted Bai Zhun: "I will not forgive my enemies and creditors, and I will not cause trouble for Lord Qi."

Huo Zhenye stood beside Bai Zhun's bed, seeing that Xuan Yun was about to leave, he politely stopped her: "Miss Xuan."

Xuan Yun was slightly surprised, but turned around and asked, "What advice does Mr. Huo have?"

"I don't dare to take advice, this, I just want to ask how Miss Xuan plans to take revenge?"

"Naturally, I took out the animal's heart." Xuan Yun was murderous.

Bai Zhun raised his eyebrows, and he glanced at Huo Zhenye's expression, with a smile in his eyes, as if he knew what he was going to say.

"To scare people, we have to use what he is most afraid of." Huo Zhenye pointed out to Xuan Yun very kindly.

When Xuan Yun died, half of her face was painted with oil paint, and half of her face was covered by long hair. She stood there with a ghostly look, which was already very scary, but she tilted her head and thought: "What is he afraid of?"

Ah Sheng rushed to answer: "He is afraid of having no money!" This person is so cruel, he turned his own flesh and blood into a "monster" for the sake of money, and what he fears most is that he has no money.

"Senior Sister, why not go and burn his warehouse!"

Huo Zhenye cleared his throat, lest the pair of senior sisters and brothers really set fire to some storehouse, he said: "He is afraid of those two children."

He locked them up in a tall building, covered the corpses with cloth bags, and even covered the worshiped gods with a red cloth. He was afraid of the two children. Although he killed them, he didn't dare to look at them.

Xuan Yun was stunned, her bloody lips curled up: "Thank you, Mr. Huo."

After speaking, it turned into a red light and rushed out.

Huo Zhenye felt it was a pity that he couldn't see such a lively and exciting scene.

Bai Zhun remained calm, looking at the little squirrel standing by the window combing its feathers. The squirrel flapped its wings and flew into the sky, chasing after Xuan Yun.

Huo Zhenye thought for a while, and was a little worried. He didn't believe in karma, but now he was afraid that it would be harmful to Bai Zhun: "Is it really okay for her to seek revenge?"

The good show started before Bai Zhun's eyes, and he said casually: "Any magic technique will have a day of backlash."

The surname Qin enjoyed wealth that did not belong to him for 30 years. He was happy when he received the fortune, but he couldn't escape even if he wanted to suffer retribution.

Xuan Yun drifted into Qin's house, she glanced ghostly, and saw a charming woman walking down the corridor, behind her were two maids, one carrying a lamp and the other carrying a food box.

"Aunt Jiu, the master said that no one should disturb him, let's not go."

Aunt Jiu snorted and laughed: "The bold ones are starved to death, and the timid ones are starved to death. They don't dare, but I dare."

As he spoke, he took out the small mirror, took a look at the makeup on his face, looked at the newly permed hair, and smiled enchantingly at the mirror.

A sudden gust of wind blew the lantern away, and when the little girls hurriedly lit it up again, they saw Aunt Jiu standing in front of them motionless. They felt weird and called out, "Aunt Jiu?"

"Leave quickly." Still in a playful tone.

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, and carried a lantern to see Aunt Jiu to the front door of the main room. The girl carrying the lantern walked more and more slowly, and finally held the other girl's sleeve tightly.

"You go, I will go in by myself."

As soon as Aunt Jiu said that, the little girl put down the food box. She wanted to say something, but was dragged out by the girl carrying the lantern.

After walking through a long corridor, the one carrying the lamp said: "Jiutai... There is no shadow..."

No matter which way her lantern shines, Aunt Jiu has no shadow!

"Jiutai" heard it, but she let go of the two little maids, reached out her hand, and knocked on the door.

Master Qin opened the door. He has always loved this new concubine the most, but today he was furious: "What are you doing here! This is also where you came!"

"Ninth Concubine" raised her eyes and saw a portrait hanging on the wall behind Master Qin. In the painting, the beauty is demure and elegant, with her head slightly lowered, and an orchid flower is twirling in her hand.

Master Qin saw the woman in front of the door frowning slightly, twisting flowers in her hands, and sighed softly: "You don't remember me."

"You...you are Lan Xuan."

"Aunt Nine" laughed, she had a coquettish appearance, she smiled dignifiedly, adding to her charm, Master Qin's chest heaved and said, "It's really you, Lan Xuan."

"Aunt Nine" nodded slightly: "Listen."

The sound of drums and drums came from the small stage in the courtyard, and the big and small gongs and drums rang together. Master Qin raised his head blankly: "Who, who is still singing martial arts at this point."

"Ninth Concubine" blew at him, Master Qin's eyes blurred, and he arrived in front of the stage, where the little monkey was doing somersaults.

"Look at that, how good it is."

Master Qin followed Jiu Yitai's slender fingers to see that there were two little monkeys on the stage stacked back to back, but they turned faster than the little monkeys.

"That's our son."

The little monkeys on the stage rolled up to him, turned in circles in front of him, talked to each other, and called him "Daddy" together.

Master Qin came back to his senses with a yell, he ran out, and Xuan Yun showed his true colors, threw Nine Concubine's body, flew over, and stretched out his two ghost claws to cover Master Qin's eyes.

Master Qin ran wildly on the spot, and Xuan Yun covered his eyes after playing for a while, then withdrew his hand and smiled.

Master Qin was covered in sweat, and he was still running where he was. He remembered the beads given to him by Immortal Master Qingyang, and threw the beads out of his hand, and each beads emitted a golden light.

Xuan Yun retreated hastily, black mist wrapped her body, but those beads missed her body, and were blocked by something and bounced out.

Master Qin boldly looked back, and saw that the courtyard was full of "people", those "people" looked at him with pale faces, there were ghosts who were imprisoned in the yin and yang world and could not be reincarnated, and there were grievances whose flesh and blood had been sacrificed. ghost.

Their souls returned to the underworld, and they came together to collect debts.

Bai Zhun watched with interest, and was hugged by Huo Zhenye.

"What?"

"Taking a bath." The new bathtub was washed clean, and most of the basin of water was poured into it. Huo Zhenye chuckled, "Didn't you just nod when I asked you if you want to take a bath?"

Bai Zhun patronized watching the play, and agreed casually.

"dont wash."

"It won't work if you don't wash it."

The author has something to say: Huo: Are you dear?

Bai: No kiss!

Huo: Do ​​you wash it?

Bai: No washing!

kiss and wash