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Huo Zhenye pushed Bai Zhun into the room and dried his hair.

Bai Zhun entered the house, saw the water stains all over the floor, and didn't even look at Huo Zhenye.

Huo Zhenye looked at his face, and didn't know what to think of, tried his best to calm his face, and still smiled a little: "It's just a bath, why are you so angry?"

Besides, he did nothing but carry him into the tub.

Bai Zhun lay down on the bed, and Huo Zhenye poured another pot of hot water into the bathtub, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"What are you doing?" Bai Zhun asked.

"Taking a bath." Huo Zhenye said in a natural tone, "I was also dirty for several days, how can I sleep without washing?"

While talking and unbuttoning his belt, Bai Zhun turned his head away, but the voice kept coming into his ears.

Undress, throw clothes, go into the water, followed by a sigh of extreme comfort.

"Can't you be quiet after taking a shower?" Bai Zhun gritted his teeth.

Huo Zhenye was very innocent, and rubbed his arms and chest with water: "I didn't say anything." He picked up the bath towel in the bucket and wiped it on his body. Bai Zhun used this towel to take a bath just now.

Just thinking about where the towel must have been wiped, Huo Zhenye's throat tightened, and his movements couldn't help slowing down. He stared at Xiao Huo standing up in the water, and took two deep breaths.

If Bai Zhun heard what he was doing now, he would definitely not be allowed to sleep on the bed.

I thought so in my heart, but I still rubbed it carefully with a towel. After washing my whole body was hot, I got out of the tub and wiped off the water.

Bai Zhun closed his eyes and rested his mind. He heard that the person behind him had finally finished washing. Just as he was about to turn his head, the edge of the bed was heavy. He turned around and saw Huo Zhenye with his upper body naked, wanting to sleep on the bed.

Before Bai Zhun could speak, Huo Zhenye stopped lifting the quilt first: "There are only two rooms here, if you don't want to, I'll go and squeeze with A Sheng?"

Huo Zhenye was serious, still holding the clothes in his hand, as if whenever Bai Zhun frowned, he would immediately run to share the bed with A Sheng.

Bai Zhun clenched his teeth, this dude pretended to be serious, but his eyes were full of smiles, he snorted: "Then you go."

Huo Zhenye got into the quilt at once: "No, I'm worried about you."

Bai Zhun laughed angrily: "Do you want to be ashamed?"

Huo Zhenye slept in the quilt silently, when dealing with Bai Zhun, it was useless to be euphemistic, reserved and reserved, so he had to be stubborn, persevering, and face difficulties.

Seeing that the lights in the room were blown out, Ah Sheng also planned to go to sleep. Seeing that Xuan Yun was still standing in the courtyard, he asked, "Senior Sister, don't you take a rest?"

No wonder Qi Ye is not afraid of ghosts, seeing this a lot, he really becomes more courageous.

Ah Sheng was terrified of Xuan Yun at first, and in the Yin-Yang world, Xuan Yun almost killed him, but now he feels that the senior sister is still the senior sister, even if she becomes a ghost, that's okay.

Xuan Yun glanced at A Sheng, and felt that A Sheng was a good child, but he was also a fool, and the two of them were lying together. Even if she was a ghost, she was a female ghost, and she couldn't lie under the bed. listen.

"It's not convenient." Xuan Yun said.

Ah Sheng still didn't understand: "Sister, do you think that jar is too small? I'll find you a bigger jar tomorrow."

Xuan Yun sighed: "I want to accompany Senior Brother Chen."

Only then did Ah Sheng understand: "Then...then you accompany him, I'll sleep."

Hearing the conversation between a person and a ghost outside the house, Bai Zhun's ears were reddish. Before he moved, Huo Zhenye had already reached out to touch his earlobe, and when he touched his fingertips, Bai Zhun's bamboo stick twitched him.

How could he sleep with a bamboo stick?

Huo Zhenye bared his teeth and chuckled, but didn't do anything else. Bai Zhun had been tired for a few days, so he had to take a good rest, smell the scent of paper bamboo on Bai Zhun's body, and sleep peacefully.

When he was about to fall asleep, Bai Zhun asked, "When is your birthday?"

Huo Zhenye closed his eyes. He was also exhausted in the world of Yin and Yang. He closed his eyes and answered, "The first day of October, what? You want to celebrate my birthday?"

Bai Zhun remained silent, Huo Zhenye opened his eyes, put his hand on his shoulder: "You really want to celebrate my birthday?"

"En." Bai Zhun responded lightly.

Huo Zhenye gained strength in an instant, he propped up his arms, rolled into the bed from the outside, faced Bai Zhun, and pressed his shoulder with one hand.

Smiling brightly: "Are you really celebrating my birthday?"

Seeing how happy he was, Bai Zhun was quite pleased with himself, but he said proudly, "That's right, what gift do you want?" Bai Qiye was also very generous.

Huo Zhenye approached quickly, the two of them were as close as they were in a peachwood coffin, his eyes were still locked on Bai Zhun in the dark: "The one in the coffin, I want it once."

Bai Zhun pursed his lips.

"You know what I mean." Huo Zhenye stared at him without letting go for a moment.

There was a little moonlight shining through the latticed window, and they used this moonlight to look at each other, wrestling with each other's eyes, Bai Zhun was very withdrawn, he turned to face outside: "We'll talk about it later."

On that day, let him light an incense stick to see how long his life is. If they are all short-lived ghosts, they can covet as many days as they can. If one lives long, the other has a short life.

Bai Zhun turned his head slightly and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, so there was no need to pester him.

When the sky was slightly bright, Xuan Yun couldn't sit still, she sat on the coffin board all night, the sky was shining, and the ghost had nowhere to hide, so she could only sneak into the room and hide in the jar.

Xuan Yun floated by, and the cool wind blew into the bed curtain.

Bai Zhun raised his long eyelashes and woke up. When he squinted, he saw that he was leaning against Huo Zhenye's body. His chest was warm and moderately soft and hard, which was much more comfortable than being pressed against a wooden bed.

Last night, they clearly slept at both ends.

Bai Zhun wanted to move to the side of the bed, but his waist tightened, and Huo Zhenye's hands wrapped around him at some point. As soon as he moved, Huo Zhenye laughed, and before he opened his eyes, he whispered, "Good morning."

Bai Zhun's face was reddish, he reached out his hand to wake the man up with a bamboo stick, he stretched out his hand and touched it for a while, but he didn't touch it, it must be hidden by someone.

"What are you looking for?" Huo Zhenye leaned on the pillow and smiled, and took out the bamboo strips by himself, "Looking for this?"

Xuan Yun got into the altar, and heard the light vibration of the bed board, the two on the bed seemed to be fighting, or flirting, she endured it for a while, but she still had no intention of stopping.

Xuan Yun had no choice but to roll the jar around. As soon as the jar was rolled, the movement on the bed stopped.

Bai Zhun gave Huo Zhenye a sideways look, and Ah Sheng knocked on the door lightly outside: "Master Qi, Senior Brother Huo, breakfast is ready."

Huo Zhenye spent a lot of money, the shopkeeper and his staff waited on him in every possible way, he made a table for breakfast, and there was also a stewed old duck soup.

The fat of the duck is bright and yellow, the meat is crispy and the soup is delicious. Bai Zhun drank half a bowl and asked for another half.

"When will this Qingyang Immortal Master treat people?"

The buddy smiled: "Come back soon, don't worry, the Qin family is... haunted." The little buddy whispered more and more, and nodded his finger on the mountain, "The Fengshui cave of the Qin family has been broken. Yes, it is haunted at night, and it spreads in the town."

Ah Sheng ate it sullenly, while Bai Zhun took a small sip of soup from the soup bowl, only Huo Zhenye looked very interested, and asked: "What's the matter?"

The man saw that the God of Wealth had already asked, so he naturally said: "I heard that Master Qin was possessed by a female ghost, and he sang on the small stage in the middle of the night."

Most of the servants in the Qin family's mansion are from the town, and there is no way to hide it, even the menstrual belt that he was gagged by his concubine, no one knows about it.

The buddy spoke faster and faster, and said this as well.

Ah Sheng let out a "thud" and almost spat: "Yue... menstruation belt?"

The guy smiled awkwardly and almost smacked his mouth. Why did he mention this, but it was only because of this menstrual incident that the rumor became more and more serious. This time, Master Qin, it was really bad luck.

"Then what happened afterwards?" Huo Zhenye was more concerned about this.

This little guy also knew it, and he said vividly: "The ancestor of the Qin family passed on a gossip yin and yang mirror. Master Qin always carries that mirror with him wherever he goes. Even the most beloved nine aunts are not allowed to get close."

Bai Zhun lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, the magic circle was broken, and the luck gathered by the Qin family's sorcery disappeared in an instant, and there was no need for Xuan Yun to seek revenge, and everyone would be unlucky one after another.

"Where did this Qingyang Immortal Master go?"

The little guy thought for a while: "It is said that it is to visit the altar. There are altars for immortal masters in Shanghai, Tianjin and Beijing. They are said to be three brothers, immortal master Qingyang, immortal master Hongyang and immortal master Baiyang."

Bai Zhun frowned slightly, why had he never heard of it?

When the boy left, Huo Zhenye said: "If you are really famous, you can find out by asking. I don't think he will come back."

Xiangshui is just a place for immortal masters to gather energy and earn money, and the magic circle is broken, so why should he come back to take care of the Qin family's aftermath?

Perhaps half of the wealth obtained by the Qin family's blood and resentment went into the pocket of that immortal master.

"Prepare some paper bamboo." After Bai Zhun finished speaking, Ah Sheng went to do it immediately.

Build a dharma boat and send the troupe away.

Master Qin didn't dare to stay in the room, so the servants carried the bed to the yard, where he basked in the sun, and ordered the small stage to be dismantled.

Aunt Jiu walked over crying, "Master, tear down the stage, where can I sing for you from now on?" She fainted yesterday, and didn't see Master Qin singing the drunken concubine's "glamour" on the stage.

Master Qin gave her a sad look: "Get lost."

Aunt Nine felt ashamed and went back crying. Aunt Eight and Aunt Seven watched her joke hand in hand. Aunt Eight laughed for a while and said, "Sister, can you share the jade statue of Guanyin with me?"

Seventh Auntie glanced at her, usually she didn't burn incense, she hugged Buddha's feet temporarily: "Oh, it's not that my sister is stingy, you saw it last night, I wish I could offer a few more bodhisattvas."

If one doesn't work, there are others.

Eighth Auntie turned around, went back to rummage through the boxes, and asked the girl to invite a porcelain Guanyin first. The girl was just about to go out with the money, and she called again: "Come back! Arhat Tianzun or something, please get me two more."

At night, Xuan Yun came again.

She stood still at the door of Master Qin's room, and saw through the panes that Master Qin's room was filled with statues of Bodhisattvas, and the walls inside the room were covered with portraits of Bodhisattvas.

He huddled in the bed tent, holding the Yin-Yang Eight Diagrams Mirror in his arms.

Xuan Yun looked at it for a while, then sneered, flew out, blew open the window of Aunt Jiu, and got on her body.

Aunt Jiu was crying, she sat up straight suddenly, then stood up again, swaying her willow waist lightly to the small kitchen in the yard.

The two girls followed behind Aunt Jiu: "Aunt Jiu, what are you doing so late at night?" The two of them were still a little scared, and secretly looked at the shadow under the lamp.

"Make soup for the master." It was still in a playful tone.

The two girls had already mastered it, and when they saw that there was no shadow under the lamp, they were about to shout.

"Aunt Nine" turned around and took a breath, the eyes of the two girls blurred, and they fell to the ground and passed out.

"Ninth Aunt" entered the kitchen, rummaged in the kitchen, took a cup of bird's nest that Seventh Aunt asked for, and spit ghostly saliva into it.

She took the soup cup to the door, and saw the little Taoist priest holding a copper coin sword, patrolling in front of Mr. Qin's house. When night fell, no one else was allowed to enter the house except this little Taoist priest.

"Jiutai" handed the soup cup to the little Taoist priest, touched his hand: "I'm sorry to trouble you to bring it to the master."

After finishing speaking, he curled his lips into a smile, and the little Taoist stared straight at his eyes. Seeing him like this, "Nine Concubine" glanced at him, covered her mouth with her sleeve and smiled: "Come and find me when the master falls asleep."

The little Taoist knocked on the door and brought the soup in. Master Qin was already hungry, so he drank the whole soup in one go.

The little Taoist slipped to look for "Aunt Nine", and just as she was hugging for a kiss, "Aunt Nine" turned her face away, opened her red lips slightly, and blew at him.

The little Taoist's eyes were staring, and he could only hear the delicate voice saying, "Go and burn the mirror."

Master Qin drank ghost soup and poured it on the table, snoring loudly.

The little Taoist nodded blankly, went to Master Qin's room, took off the yin and yang mirror hanging around his neck, held the mirror and threw it into the fire in the small kitchen.

When the light of the fire and the mirror shined, he came back to his senses, but it was too late.

The gossip yin and yang mirror melted into copper water.

Sitting on the roof of the main house, Xuan Yun laughed loudly, and all kinds of ghosts appeared one after another. The whole Qin family was green and white. Xuan Yun lifted Master Qin up and pulled out his heart with one claw.