Am I the one who was wronged?

Ding Zhao came over out of nowhere, gave a gift and left.

Holding the brocade box for the jade talisman pen, they are ready to put it in the bag.

Zhao Ran looked at his movements curiously, and called to him with a smile, "Master, open it and have a look, isn't it a very powerful spirit weapon, I want to see it."

I always feel that Ding Zhao is uneasy and kind, and the gift is not very good.

He is not as confident as his uncle, he has to check carefully before he dares to put it away.

Although Yiyi usually rolls his eyes at him and expresses all sorts of disgust, in fact he still regards him as his nephew in his heart.

Wen Yan handed the brocade box to him directly, and asked by the way, "Are you interested in drawing talismans and want to learn?"

They are all monks in Tuyuan Temple, and they don't have much research on runes.

Yiyi knows how to draw symbols, and learned it from shredded radish for a while when he was a child.

But when Luo Bosi taught him how to draw talismans, it was his master who paid a lot of money for Luo Bosi to agree, and he made it clear to him when teaching him.

What Luo Bosi taught was the top secret of their sect. After he finished learning, he could draw talismans and sell them for money, but the method of drawing talismans was absolutely not allowed to be passed on to the outside world.

Rules are rules and must be followed.

If Zhao Ran wanted to learn how to draw talismans, he had to register for a class alone.

Nowadays, with the development of information, various basic classes and advanced classes are everywhere, and there are many kinds of fortune-telling by drawing symbols, and you can always find someone who can learn real skills.

Well, he just knew someone who opened a studio, graduated from a serious fine arts academy, was well-known in the industry, and was good at drawing talisman paper.

The surface is a studio, and the backyard is dedicated to teaching people to draw symbols.

Every day, I was on the verge of being vomited blood by the students, and complained when I saw him, saying that no one is talented, whether it is learning painting or learning symbols from him.

He yelled every day, saying that the ghost paintings are better than theirs.

Zhao Ran took the brocade box and opened it directly.

The box is padded with goose yellow brocade, with a jade pen embedded in the middle.

There is a faint cold light on the suet white jade pen barrel, and the nib is black and soft, as if it has been soaked in thick ink, but it has not dyed the brocade.

In excellent condition and full of inspiration, it is indeed a treasure.

Zhao Ran took out the talisman pen, and saw two ancient characters engraved on the top of the pen, but the characters were complicated and distorted, and he couldn't make out what was written.

Frowning slightly, he showed the talisman pen to his uncle.

He asked in a low voice, "Could it be the name of the talisman pen engraved on it? Uncle, take a look, do you know the origin of this jade talisman pen?"

Yiyi stretched out his head and glanced, "This is a big seal script. The two characters are written as Luyin. It should not be the name of Fubi. I have never heard of this name."

But he had only learned how to draw talismans from Luo Bosi, and he hadn't communicated with anyone much. The talisman pens and ink he used were all made by himself, and the talisman paper was bought from a store.

I don't know much about Fubi, maybe "Lvyin" is not famous enough.

Anyway, just looking at the appearance of the jade pen, it is still good.

Even if it wasn't a spirit weapon, it was an ancient artifact from many years ago.

Reaching out to take the jade pen, "Leave this pen to me for now. If there is nothing unusual, I will bring it to you. I will report you to a class of drawing symbols in two days."

It's always good to learn more.

When there is no order, you can still sell talisman paper for a living.

... Hey, how do you say that Zhao Ran is pitiful?

Zhao Ran realized that it was for his own good, and nodded with a smile, "Then thank you uncle first."

Yilv was about to pack the box into his bag, when he saw Master Dou staring at him, he paused for a moment, raised the box in his hand, and asked softly, "Does Master Dou know this talisman pen?"

Master Dou snorted coldly, and didn't seem to want to talk to him.

But his expression changed twice, and he finally frowned, and said in a hoarse voice, "A talisman has a long history, and its inheritance is not in decline. Among the schools that are good at drawing talismans, there is Nanqing Beiyang. Have you ever heard of it? "

Everyone nodded, Nan Qing was referring to Mount Qingcheng.

After the senior who was able to draw the soul-suppressing talisman left, the apprentices inherited his mantle. Although the painting of the soul-suppressing talisman could not be drawn anymore, it was still famous.

Among the talisman papers circulating in the market, at least 60.00% come from Mount Qingcheng.

Even the person he knew who opened a studio was from Qingcheng.

Bei Yang is Luo Bosi's sect, and there are always very few people in their sect, and there are no more than two or three disciples in a generation.

There are only two senior brothers in shredded radish, and there are no senior brothers.

If it were placed in other sects, who would not feel that it was deserted and desolate, and there were only three people living on the huge mountain, and there were no people.

In their sect, it is rare to be lively.

In the generation behind Luo Bosi, Luo Bosi took in an apprentice, and when Luo Bosi went down to work on the mountain, he left him on the mountain and let him fend for himself.

It may be because he has been away from the crowd for a long time, and his temper is so cold, like an iceberg in Antarctica.

Always keep a straight face, expressionless, and don't speak.

When they all practice closed mantra, they are too lazy to play with him.

I thought he was cold, and I was afraid that I would frostbite myself.

However, although Luo Bosi's apprentice has a colder temper, his talent in talisman is super high.

Not only can he draw inferences from one instance, but he is quick to learn. After mastering the master's talisman knowledge, he can also create some talismans by himself, which is commendable.

At such a young age, he is already a master.

Those old guys in Qingcheng Mountain love to get close to people at every turn.

With a smile on his face, he waved the hoe for digging the foot of the wall very smoothly, and wanted to dig him back and join them in Qingcheng Mountain to study the soul-suppressing talisman.

Both sects are well understood, and there is no one called Lu Yin.

Master Dou looked at the talisman pen, his eyes flickered, "The owner of this pen has been to No. 4 haunted house, you should be careful."

Yiyi looked at the brocade box in his hand, knowingly asked, "...Uh, what is he here for?"

Master Dou rolled his eyes, cursed him inwardly as an idiot, the corners of his mouth twitched silently, "I said he was invited as a guest, do you believe me?"

All smiles and nods, "Believe it, why don't you believe it."

Along the way, I found that the environment of this house is quite good.

It is a real antique that has been preserved from a hundred years ago. It has experienced the baptism and precipitation of the years, and it is different from the ancient style made by later generations based on the materials.

Strangely, it is said that this house is a haunted house.

But everyone who lived in it basically died.

This house should be deserted and desolate, with weeds everywhere, and I don't know how to keep it like this.

He glanced at the small yellow rosewood table that had been kicked by Master Dou. It was in the style of a hundred years ago, with clear texture, bright color, and even a faint fragrance.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a hallucination.

Master Dou narrowed his eyes with displeasure, looked at him meaningfully for a moment, and suddenly sneered, "Then you should treat him as a guest.

Didn't we also come here as guests? To be honest, the owner of this house is quite hospitable. "

After saying this, the ugly face eased.

He put his legs crossed on the small table in front of him, and raised his jaw, "Anyway, we're going to stay here for three days. You leave the iron sheet and ashes, and I'll let you guys know when I find Jiang Yu."

Didn't you just say there's no way?

Think of a solution so quickly?Yiyi complained secretly, left the iron sheet and ashes behind, and sat down with Zhao Ran next to him.

As time went by, more and more people gathered.

By twelve o'clock at noon, there were nearly a hundred people sitting or standing in the room, all dressed in different clothes and with different expressions, and they were all talking in low voices with acquaintances.

Ding Zhao coughed and stood up with a cane.

The small chatter in the room soon disappeared, and everyone looked at Ding Zhao with serious expressions, waiting to listen carefully to his speech.

Seeing their solemnity, Ding Zhao smiled casually, looked very amiable, and said in a loud voice, "You don't need to be formal, and those who can come here now are all the elites in the metaphysics circle in city B.

I took a look, and there are very few newcomers who rushed over this time. I won’t talk about the rules of the exchange meeting here. I will come to my place later to rank the roster. In the next three days, everyone can move freely. How about . "

Everyone nodded, agreeing with his approach.

Only Zhao Ran was confused and tugged at Yiyi's sleeves. He was about to speak, but was stopped by Yiyi in a low voice, "I'll talk about it later."

Sure enough, Ding Zhao didn't say much, and waved his hands to show the roster.

Everyone walked over one by one, wrote their names on the roster, and stamped their fingerprints with red ink pad.

They were all familiar with the road, and nearly a hundred people signed their names quickly and dispersed.

Zhao Ran walked over and glanced at the words on the front of the roster.

It was a letter of guarantee similar to a life-and-death certificate, that is, the kind of "life and death is one's own responsibility, not as much as others'', and I don't know if it is legal.

Looking at his uncle's red handprint in front of him, he signed it without much hesitation, thinking that he would ask him what happened to his uncle after returning home.

Ding Zhao stood beside him, looking at him with a half-smile, "Young man is very brave. If you sign this letter, you will be dead if you die in Building No. 4."

Zhao Ran habitually turned back, "... If I don't sign this letter, you can still save me after death, or what?"

Ding Zhao's face darkened, and then he lowered his voice, "That's right, then I have to keep my eyes open to see how you guys died."

Zhao Ran curled his lips and smiled playfully, "Don't worry, your granddaughter is about the same age as me, and when you die of old age, I will still have dozens of years to live.

Surely you won't let a white-haired person give away a black-haired person, that would be cruel, don't you think so? "

Ding Zhaoyou was so angry that he frowned and scolded him, "What a sharp-tongued, ignorant kid."

Zhao Ran had a bright smile on his face, "Thank you for your compliment. I am a sharp-tongued man who has been passed down from my ancestors. I can't do anything, just be quick-spoken."

After signing quickly, without bothering to tell Ding Zhaoduo, he threw away the pen, turned around and left, went to Yiyi and asked him about the exchange meeting.

The so-called exchange meeting in City B is all about experience and adventure.

The threshold for participation is to arrive at the exchange meeting on time.

Those who arrive on time will be recognized by the association, and will be included in the system list in the future, and they will lean against the big tree of the association to enjoy the shade.

Of course, arriving in time to join the association is the threshold.

The big benefit is still to come, which is to stay in the haunted house for three days.

Take this No. 4 murderous building as an example. This house has been passed down for so many years, and outsiders have no way of knowing how many treasures are inside.

Due to the reputation of the murderous building, few people come to explore alone.

But it is different when the association organizes people to come to hold exchange meetings.

The big troops have come to kill them, no matter how dangerous the house is, no matter how fierce the ghosts are, they can always be dealt with, and the danger factor can be said to be lowered and lowered.

More or less, you can find some treasures from the house.

Those who can enter this kind of mansion will not have low status and wealth.

Moreover, most of the previous owners of the house died suddenly, so there must be treasures in the house, whether it is too late to clean up, or they just like to hide treasures at home.

If you can find antique jewelry and the like, take them out, they are all priceless things, this is the real benefit of participating in the exchange meeting.

All in all, Haunted House No. 4 is a treasure.

And these people who came to participate in the exchange meeting came to hunt for treasure.

It was Ding Zhao who organized this treasure hunt. Regardless of whether the treasure can be found, these people will always think of Ding Zhao's benefits and use this to establish their prestige.

Building No. 4 is not the first venue for an exchange meeting, and it certainly won't be the last.

Over the years, Ding Zhao has already figured out the routine and knows how to deal with it is the best way.

Therefore, opening the mouth is to let people move freely. Anyway, he has signed the life and death certificate, whether he is dead or alive, and whether he has gained anything in the house has nothing to do with him.

Anyway, he brought them here, and they had to accept his favor.

It can be said that there is no harm at all, and it is simply very clever.

After going out, he can also help them contact the buyer and cash out the treasures he finds.

Of course, that's another matter.

After Zhao Ran heard the rules of the exchange meeting his uncle said, he felt that he didn't even know the word "exchange meeting". This kind of exchange meeting really subverted his three views and cognition.

In his mind, the so-called exchange meeting should be for everyone to sit together and talk about what you have gained this year, what talismans you have drawn, how many ghosts you have caught, and what scriptures you have recited.

It's not that many people gather together just to find treasures in the haunted house.

He scratched his head and froze for a long time before choking out a sentence, "This... If the owner of the house is still alive, wouldn't their behavior be burglary? It's not good to do this.

Even if it's a haunted house, it's not completely neglected. "

Yiyi smiled, "But in fact, the owner of the house is dead."

The previous owners of this haunted house are not only dead.

Most of them have become ghosts, stranded in this house, unwilling to leave to reincarnate.

They are all very fierce, they can't even deal with black and white impermanence, and they can't even enter the door easily, let alone the matter of detaining the soul to reincarnate.

Simply because they all gathered in the mansion and were unwilling to go out for a walk, naturally they would not take the initiative to cause trouble.

Except for the little lambs who came to the door by themselves, they will not attack people outside and make trouble on their own territory. How can it be called trouble.

Simply let it go, and let this house become a haunted house that other people can't stand.

The more murderous the house, the greater the reputation.

Some people are willing to come in to explore and get rid of the evil spirits in the house by the way, so as not to endanger the safety of the surrounding houses. Those who want to take over the house on this land are naturally dreaming of it, and they hit it off with Ding Zhao and the others.

It can be said that the initiative to hold an exchange meeting is recognized by many parties.

"Oh. Yeah, they're gone."

Zhao Ran's expression was still a little dazed, and he looked at the neat and clean environment around him. Except for the antique, it was not much different from the ordinary main house.

Probably because of the influence of the environment, he couldn't help but think about it.

If the owner of the house was still there, would he be angry, heartbroken, and helpless when he saw his home being entered and left at will, and his treasures being taken away by others?

It should, and it will.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

Yiyi stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, "What are you thinking about? Who are you going to show me with a bitter face?"

Zhao Ran sighed with a heavy heart, "It suddenly occurred to me that if I die, someone will come to my house and take away all the good things I collected, and I will feel uncomfortable... No, uncle, what kind of expression do you have?"

Yiyi rolled his eyes at him, "It's quite relatable, my little nephew, let's be a little self-aware, okay? The prerequisite for someone to come into your house and rob you is that you have to own a house of your own and save some money." Old and valuable things.

Now that you have the mind to worry about this problem, why not calculate first, how long before you can save enough for the down payment of the house? "

Zhao Ran, who had just escaped from extreme poverty, only had four-digit savings, and repaid 1 at the beginning, "..."

That's right, he wasn't worth being robbed at all.

Instead of being comforted, what should I do if I feel even more sad.

Liao stopped beside him laughing, and said to them in a low voice, "Let's find a place to rest first, will Uncle Master spend the night here?"

Zhao Ran was so poor that he definitely couldn't let go of this opportunity to make a fortune.

Uncle Shi is different, his eyes are too high, he doesn't like things that are easy to look at, as for the seven treasures Buddha beads hanging on his Uncle's wrist, I'm afraid there is no equivalent in the whole house.

With his uncle's lofty vision, it is more likely that he will not look at the things here, but he just saw his uncle's signature, as if he wanted to stay here, so he asked too much.

They all nodded, "I have nowhere to go anyway, just play here."

He came here with Jin Fengyu, so he had to go back together.

Seeing that Mr. Jin is not well now, and the fallen leaves return to their roots, there must be a decent funeral. Jin Fengyu is not only a junior, but also the current head of the Jin family, and he needs to come forward to deal with many things.

It is impossible to go to the funeral because the name is not right and the words are not right.

The people from the Jin family also disliked each other, so instead of going back and arguing with them and wasting saliva, it's better to stay in Building 4 and go on an adventure with the nephews.

You can take care of it by the way, don't let Zhao Ran get hurt and go back if the baby is not found.

Moreover, since he found Jiang Yu's ashes in the flower bed, he had a vague premonition... Jiang Yu would definitely come to him.

Jiangyu has become a ghost king, has an unstable temperament, and may even be controlled by others. His danger index is slowly rising.

He wasn't sure if he could beat it.

What if he can't beat it? !

That's quite dangerous, life and death are unpredictable!

Even if he can fight, there must be a fierce battle.

It won't be easy to win, after all, it is a fierce ghost king!

The last big murderer in this world had to lie down for three years before she could get out of the hospital bed. Thinking about it, it was terrifying.

Besides, if Jiang Yu, who was irrational in his rage, was in a stalemate with him, he might take the opportunity to hurt the people around him!

So when he met Jiang Yu, the person around him must not be Jin Fengyu.

If Jiang Yusha came to look for him during the three days they stayed in Building 4, he would be very happy if Ding Zhaohe and the people from the association would help him first.

After all, as Ding Zhao said, the people who can come here are all the elites of City B. If all these people add up, they can't deal with Jiang Yu.

That's why city B was flattened, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Of course, these little calculations of his will not be revealed.

Ding Zhao is a very thoughtful person, he is too lazy to argue with people about this matter, it is annoying.

Liao Ting was slightly puzzled by his choice to stay overnight, but he was not very curious, so he just nodded, "Okay."

There is still enough time, they are going to find a place to rest first.

This house has a huge area. It is three sets of three-entry houses in the shape of a character, arched, and connected by wooden verandas in the middle.

They are now the safest in the previous words.

The two houses in the back are more dangerous than the other.

Zhao Ran was still thinking that Ding Zhao brought people here for an exchange meeting.

It's like some robbers, just forcibly breaking into other people's houses to find things, but the owner of the house is not a rabbit, and has never been a vegetarian.

It's not that easy to take the babies away from the house.

Don't talk about taking things away, it's good to be able to come out after entering.

These ghosts and ghosts are trapped in the house and will not go out to wander outside the house, but those who dare to go into the house will never return... Otherwise, it would be impossible to hold the so-called exchange meeting arranged by Ding Zhao of.

Even if it is a stop, I dare not go back easily.

Holding the simple map I bought from someone, frowning seriously, I asked the same opinion, "Why don't we go to the Buddhist hall?"

I don't know which generation of master believed in Buddhism, set up a Buddhist hall in the backyard, and invited the Buddha to offer incense.

They are all naturally close to the Buddha, and the situation in the huge house is unknown, and the Buddhist hall is relatively safe.

After a little thought, he agreed to the proposal.

The road is very quiet, everywhere is silent.

The flowers and plants are growing luxuriantly. Zhao Ran looked at the yellow flowers blooming on the side of the road, "Is there someone taking care of the flowers and plants here? Why didn't I see anyone?"

Paused and shook his head, he didn't have any information on this either.

Yiyi squatted down in front of the flower, stretched out his hand to touch the petals, and directly pinched the flower off. After a while, he stretched out his hand to stop him, "Master, don't..."

Didn't stop him, and stood up holding the flower, "What's wrong? Can't you pinch this flower?"

He paused and moved his lips, looking like he wanted to say something, but finally shook his head with a helpless expression, "...of course."

How can I say that I can't pinch the flowers that my uncle pinched!

He understands so many principles, is there something that his uncle doesn't understand?

They all twisted the petals, the juice stained the fingertips, flowed down the fingertips, and released a little black air.

Stretching out his hand to disperse the black energy, he said in a low voice, "If my guess is right, there should be ghost servants taking care of this house. I can't see it now that the sun is shining, and it will come out at night, so I don't need to see it." So surprised."

"Ghost servant?" Zhao Ran wondered, and asked, "What is that?"

Their footsteps did not stop, and they continued to walk towards the Buddhist hall.

He stopped and explained to Zhao Ran while walking, "It's a half-human, half-ghost monster, probably similar to a minion. It was originally a person who broke into the house, but his soul was controlled by the owner of the house, and he became a lifeless creature." Undead monster.

Without self-awareness, only the instinct to work is left. You can understand them as a kind of puppets with human bodies. They only work and have no intention of attacking others. Don’t be afraid if you encounter them, just pretend you didn’t see them. "

After I finished speaking, I thought for a while, afraid that Zhao Ran, a rookie, would not understand, so I was very responsible to explain carefully to Zhao Ran, "How should I put it, it is somewhat similar to a walking corpse.

A corpse controlled by a human is a walking corpse, and a person controlled by a ghost is a ghost servant. Tsk, I don't know who is worse. "

Zhao Ran thought about it seriously, "It's all pretty miserable."

"That's natural," Liao Ting smiled helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Sometimes people live a whole life, even when they die, and reincarnate properly, it's just an extravagant hope.

This world is like this, people's hearts, hey, can't be controlled and can't be changed. "

Speaking of this, Jiang Yu came to mind.

Such a young child, why did he ever do anything wrong, why didn't he talk about it when he was alive, and even after he died and was buried, he was still tightly controlled by people.

His uncle wanted to protect him, but he couldn't.

If things break out, there must be people who want to use this matter to accuse his uncle.

When Jiang Yu really became the king of ghosts, he would be stained with the blood of murder.

Those people will definitely make a big fuss about this, forcing his uncle to kill his relatives righteously, and wipe out Jiang Yu with his own hands.

The Buddhist hall is not far away, and there is no problem on the road.

After walking for five or six minutes, they arrived at the backyard where the Buddhist hall is located, and they could still smell the faint scent of sandalwood.

Zhao Ran stretched out his hand and pushed the door open, facing the people in the room face to face.

The person staying in the room was the first to ask, "...how did you come here?"

Coincidentally, the people in the room turned out to be Ding Yao, and the two young Taoist priests, staring at them with unfriendly expressions, "We came here first."

"So what if you came first? Wherever you can come, I can naturally come too."

Zhao Ran sneered, seeing that she was about to close the door, he quickly stretched out his hand to support the door, "Isn't your name written here, does Miss Ding want to leave her name here.

Don't blame me for not reminding you, there have been so many owners in this house, and they have never died well. You should think about it, and don't let Vice President Ding send a white-haired person to a black-haired person, that would be too cruel. "

Ding Yao was furious and cursed angrily, "How dare you curse me?!"

As he spoke, he reached out and wanted to hit him, but he forgot that his shoulder had just been injured and was pulled to the wound. His face turned pale from the pain, and he gasped, "Hiss."

The two Taoist priests behind him hurriedly persuaded, "Junior Sister, don't get excited."

"We don't care as much as they do."

The two sides stared at each other at the door for a long time, Ding Yao gave in and opened the door to let them in.

The Buddhist hall was cleaned very clean, and there were pure gold Buddha statues in the altars, most of which were covered by the curtains, with flowers in their fingers and benevolent eyes.

There are many futons on the ground, and they all look new. They don't seem to be commonly used by the owner, but they seem to be specially prepared for visitors.

Liao stopped looking at those new futons, frowned slightly, secretly thinking that it might not be that simple here.

But after all, everyone has come, there is no simple place in this house.

They each took futons and sat down on both sides of the Buddhist hall, guarding each other.

Zhao Ran leaned over and said in a low voice, "Uncle, do you think there are good things in this Buddhist hall? Otherwise, Ding Yao wouldn't come here."

Ding Zhao is the person in charge of the exchange meeting, and he must have a good understanding of the situation in this big mansion. There must be some intentions for Ding Yao to come here.

Yiyi smiled, walked up to the Buddha statue, lit a stick of incense and inserted it into the ashes of the incense burner, and saluted, "I don't know either, you can look around."

Cigarette smoke curled up, and the fragrance of peach branches permeated the room.

They all sat on the futon and meditated with their eyes closed.

The surrounding light gradually dimmed, someone stood in front of him, his indifferent gaze could frostbite people, forcing him to open his eyes, "Is there something wrong?"

In the dark mist, the tall man sneered, "Didn't you say that you will never come back in this life, why are you talking nothing?"

Yiyi, "...?" This life is too long, I never speak like that.

He looked at the man in the mist, and the man looked at him.

To be precise, that indifferent gaze was looking at others through him.

Always, "..."

He turned his head and looked at the ignorant white afterimage, "You two know each other?"