Director Ma meets a ghost

Director Ma sat leisurely in a box, counting the shadows of trees receding outside the window.

Xiao Chen rushed over and said that Director Wang was looking for him everywhere, "Oh, why didn't you tell me where you were going, Director?"

"Let him look for it slowly." Director Ma hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

The bureau sent an out-of-town research mission, and the board and lodging were reimbursed.In the past, it was a good opportunity for everyone to go out on a public trip. This time, Director Ma intends to set an example.He hasn't exercised his priority as the chief of the bureau once.

The train wobbled to a stop at Luoyang Station, and Director Ma got off with his briefcase.That's right, he's here for business.Before visiting his counterparts from the Luoyang Animal Husbandry Bureau, he planned to stop by the Shangqing Palace. If he accidentally stayed for a long time, he could wait until the next time for research.

"Ahem." Director Ma called a taxi, "Master, go to Mangshan."

Unexpectedly, the man's face changed when he heard it, "Oh, you are a foreigner, something happened to Mangshan, so I can't go there!"

"Well what happened?"

The man waved his hand, lowered his voice and said, "That place is haunted by ghosts, I heard that people died!"

Director Ma smiled.

What are you afraid of being haunted? I'm looking for ghosts. "Look at you, what era is it now, feudal superstition is not a thing. I don't need your money, so you can say whether to go or not."

"Well, who can't live with money?" The driver opened the car door for him, "But if there is a little bit, it will be sent to the station at the foot of the mountain, and we won't go any further."

"Let's go then, hurry up."

Director Ma sat on it, listening to the soft little love song playing on the car stereo, his whole heart drifted to Feng Yi.

Director Ma didn't feel anything when he got off the car.

The top of the mountain still left the withered yellow at that time, and climbed up a few steps, and the thunderstorm in my memory came as promised.With such weather, it is not surprising that there are fewer tourists.Director Ma opened the umbrella he had prepared with one hand, and leaned on a trekking pole with the other, and walked towards the ink-like clouds in front of him.

When we got halfway up the mountain, the temperature dropped sharply.

Even before autumn came, sporadic particles of ice had already been thrown down and mixed in the bean-sized rainwater, making it hard to keep one's eyes open.Water droplets blown away by the wind continued to flow down the collar to his neck. Director Ma felt like walking in the deep winter in the early morning, and being frozen was second. His skin got into it, making his legs and feet start to go numb.

Director Ma wanted to tell Feng Yi to come down to pick him up, but he took out his phone and checked, but there was no signal at all.After thinking about it, he simply threw away the umbrella and trekking poles, put on the hat of his coat, breathed out another breath of white air into his hands, and rubbed his pockets.

Just as he was about to take another step, Director Ma suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him.The wind was so bitter that he could hardly tell whether it was a man or a woman. He only felt that the sound was very close, as if it was against the back of his neck.

His hairs stood on end.Without daring to turn around, he just shrank his neck and asked, "Feng Yi?"

The man behind him was quiet for a moment, then called him softly, Brother Ma.

Director Ma is relieved now, who else could it be if it wasn't Feng Yi.Just as he was about to agree, he heard something whizzing towards the end of his hair, and a muffled groan came from behind him.

"Feng Yi?" Director Ma hurriedly turned around, but he didn't even see anyone.

There was an ancient coin vaguely lying on the ground, Director Ma picked it up tremblingly and clutched it, his hands were so cold that he lost consciousness.

At this time, two figures appeared in the thick fog ahead, and they looked very short.

"You, are you people or ghosts?" Director Ma swayed like a straw in the wind, trying to run errands but refused to obey.He thought of what the taxi driver said and regretted it, but he still had to trust the masses.

In a blink of an eye, the two were standing in front of each other.

"Director Ma, are you okay?"

The voice was somewhat familiar, Director Ma rubbed his eyes, and saw Jing'er smiling comfortingly at him.The person behind him snorted contemptuously, "Why are you shaking? We won't eat you again."

It turned out to be those two little Taoist priests.

"Hey, who's shaking? Isn't it? It's freezing!" Director Ma shook his arms, "Feng Yi asked you two to pick me up, right? What about the others?"

Qian'er rolled her eyes, "Feng Yi, he..."

Jing'er hurriedly interrupted him, "It's dangerous outside, let's talk about it in the temple first."

What should I pay attention to?Director Ma followed them in a daze.When he was about to reach the top of the mountain, Director Ma glanced ahead and froze in place.The top of the mountain was empty, and the huge palace complex of the Shangqing Palace had disappeared.

"Am I blind? Where's your Taoist temple?"

But Jing'er turned her head back and said calmly, "Follow me closely." He took five steps diagonally forward, then changed direction and took three steps across, and suddenly disappeared.

shit.

Director Ma opened his mouth wide, and grabbed Qian'er's loose Taoist uniform, "Where did your brother go?"

The other party sneered and said, "You are stupid, I told you to follow closely." Although he said disdainfully, he still pulled Director Ma past him and walked at Jing'er's pace.Not long after, he let go of his hand, Director Ma looked up, hey, they're here.

The mountain road I walked looked unremarkable, but the Shangqing Palace Mountain Gate, which had not been seen before, seemed to grow out of the ground suddenly. The cracks on the bluestone steps and the moss under the tiles were all gone. few.

This formation is perfect.Director Ma thought to himself that he must ask Feng Yi for clarification. He stepped into the mountain gate, walked quickly through the front yard, and saw the brightly lit and dimly lit Baiyun Hall in front of him.

"Where's Feng Yi?" Director Ma felt inexplicably uneasy when he saw Li Daochang sitting in front of the case with a cloudy face.

"Why are you here?" Li Daochang's voice was hoarse, his beard and hair were pale, but his appearance had changed drastically after not seeing him for a few days.He let out a long sigh, with guilt in his eyes, "You shouldn't have come. Poor Dao... shouldn't have gone looking for you either."

"This..." A layer of sweat broke out on Director Ma's forehead, and he became hoarse, unable to utter a sound.He took a serious look around the people in the room, but there was no Feng Yi.

"Where's Feng Yi?" He clenched his fists, but still asked.

"He's not here."

"Damn it, I know, let me ask you where he is!" Director Ma rushed up to try to drag Li Chenfeng, but was stopped by several Taoist priests.He pushed hard and pulled the veins on his neck, "Let me go! You took him away, where did you hide him?"

"Hey, I don't know where he is. Ten days ago we had a decisive battle with Zhang Junyang on the top of the mountain. It lasted for two days and two nights. Most of them were killed or injured, and Xiao Feng's soul was also scattered and disappeared." Li Chenfeng paused when he saw Director Ma's distraught appearance, and finally said cruelly, "He is just a ghost, although he has been transformed into an entity by the grace of the sun and the moon, but He can't be reincarnated like a mortal. I'm afraid that he is...disappeared now."

"Haha, you lied to me!" Director Ma suddenly laughed wildly. "You must have guessed that I came to see him and ganged up to scare me. He calls me every day, and I heard him shouting when I went up the mountain. Me, stop pretending, let him come out to see me!"

Li Chenfeng still looked at him in pain, like looking at a fool.

Qian'er said lightly from the side, "Zhang Junyang absorbed too many souls of strangers, and those things turned into evil spirits when they were released from the bondage. Now this Mang Mountain is haunted by all kinds of demons, and no grass grows. You are also confused by them on the mountainside , if we hadn’t rescued you, I’m afraid you would be dead by now.”

Director Ma sat down slowly while supporting the floor, only to feel a severe headache.

Yesterday Feng Yi was still sending text messages saying he missed him, but why did these people insist that he was... no, ten days ago, Director Ma's eyes lit up, as if grasping a life-saving straw in despair, he shouted hoarsely, " Where's his mobile phone? Give me his mobile phone."