First-class Celestial Master [Rebirth]

The Qiyun Token is owned by the Chu family from generation to generation, and there are five pieces in total. Those who hold the Qiyun Token can ask the Chu family for any request other than violating the conscience. Therefore, we must be very cautious when releasing the Qiyun Token. He holds the right to issue the Qiyun Order.

Some time ago, the foundation of the Chu family was not stable. Mr. Chu held a total of four Qiyun Tokens, but none of them was issued. In recent years, they have been kept in the Chu family's ancestral hall because there is no suitable object.

This one should be the one that was lost in the first place.

However, according to the rules of the Chu family, no matter what form the Qiyun Order is issued, it is still valid, even if it is lost.

As soon as Mr. Chu heard Qiyun's order, he rushed over.

The person who went to the Chu family with the Qiyun order to ask for help was a young man in his twenties. He was cleanly dressed and had good features. He should be an ordinary college student.

The man carefully handed the Qiyun Token to Mr. Chu, and he was still a little uncertain about the efficacy of the Qiyun Token. The old man looked at the Qiyun Token carefully and was sure it was true. Then he looked up at the young man and asked with a smile. Said: "Young man, if you have any request, just say it."

"I want to ask you to save my grandfather." Huo Lang said with some fear. After all, what opened before him was the gate of a new world, and he really couldn't adapt for a while.

Mr. Chu said, "Tell me in detail."

"Hmm." Huo Lang considered his sentence, picked the key points, and said succinctly, "That's right, I have a wind chime at home, which always moves automatically without wind, and every time it moves, it will bring other furniture in the house to move with it. Wake up, especially the old radio at home, which always plays very weird Peking opera. Every time at this time, my grandpa would sing along with the Peking opera, and would sit on the wicker chair as if he had lost consciousness, without any movement There, I kept singing and singing, and I didn't care if my voice became hoarse, and once I sang so much that I coughed up blood."

"You didn't shake him to wake him up, did you?" Mr. Chu asked.

Huo Lang touched his nose in embarrassment, and finally nodded: "I shook... but I couldn't wake up, no matter how I screamed, I couldn't wake up my grandfather. I wanted to touch the wind chime, but every time I approached it, I felt destructive. You can hear the wind chime making a very high-frequency sound, and once I tried to pick it off forcefully, it even damaged my eardrum." Huo Lang showed his right ear to Mr. Chu, and said, "Now this ear often can't hear Clear your voice."

Mr. Chu deduced: "It may be a bumper."

"Bumper?" Huo Lang was stunned.

"To put it simply, it's hitting a ghost."

"Sure enough..." Huo Lang wasn't too surprised this time, he said, "It seems that I've found the right one for you. Are you willing to help me?"

"Even if you don't have the Qiyun Token, we will help you, but how did you get this Qiyun Token?"

Huo Lang said: "When I was young, my grandfather rescued an uncle, who gave it to us. I just thought it looked good and didn't take it too seriously. This time it came in handy."

"Do you remember what that man looked like?"

"I don't really remember. I was very young at that time, and I only remember such a person. My grandpa may remember it."

Huo Lang paused, then suddenly looked at Zhou Tong, and he asked shyly, "Can I invite this gentleman?"

"Huh?" Old Master Chu followed Huo Lang's gaze, but saw Zhou Tong, and Old Master Chu wondered, "Why him?"

"I saw him in my dream." Huo Lang said firmly, "He sat on a koi carp that was all white with only a touch of red on its head breaking through the waves, standing in front of me with a smile on it."

Zhou Tong: "..."

Ling Yuan: "..."

Ling Yuan stared at Huo Lang, Zhou Tong said with a helpless smile, "Maybe it's the ghost of the red-topped carp god, and it's all figured out."

Huo Lang looked at Zhou Tong with burning eyes: "Will you help me?"

"En." Zhou Tong nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Mr. Chu said to Zhou Tong: "Then please trouble Xiaotong to go for our Chu family."

"No trouble."

Zhou Tong looked at Huo Lang and said, "Take me to your house."

Huo Lang drove here by himself, and after getting off Qiyun Mountain, he drove Zhou Tong into Qiyun City. His family lived in the suburbs of Qiyun City, surrounded by retired old men and women, and the pace of life in the whole community was faster than outside. Slow down by half a beat.

It was still early when they arrived at Huo Lang's house. Huo Lang bought ingredients at the farmer's market downstairs and prepared to cook for himself in the evening. When the door opened, the old man came out with a cane staggeringly. His mind was very clear and he asked: "Xiao Lang, did you bring your classmates to play?"

"Yes, Grandpa." Huo Lang said to the old man with his usual expression, "I just bought fish, and I will make fish for you to eat tonight."

"Okay."

Huo Lang took Zhou Tong into the house, and walked all the way to the balcony. The windows on three sides of the balcony were tightly closed, and Huo Lang even sealed the gaps with tape, so that he couldn't feel the wind at all.There is a string of wind chimes hanging on the balcony. The wind chimes look very ordinary, the kind for little girls to play with, and they are worn with colorful shells. This kind of shell wind chimes can't make too much sound even if the wind is strong.

Zhou Tong's yin and yang eyes glanced at the wind chime, but he didn't find any clues. Instead, he felt that the wind chime was like a medium, surrounded by air, but it was indeed not right and tricky.

Ling Yuan took a few steps forward, trying to take off the wind chime, but stopped after taking a step. Zhou Tong looked at Ling Yuan suspiciously, but saw that Ling Yuan suddenly covered his ears, and couldn't help taking a step back. He took another step back and seemed to be within a safe range. He felt much more comfortable, put his hands down, and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Tong asked.

"Same as that kid said." Ling Yuan rubbed his ears.

Zhou Tong looked, but found that Ling Yuan's ears were bleeding, his eyes darkened, and he said, "Go to the hospital."

"No need." Ling Yuan wiped the blood with a tissue and said, "This thing is not simple."

Zhou Tong took a deep breath, and walked a few steps forward, before getting close to the wind chime, Ling Yuan grabbed him: "Don't go." Zhou Tong still wanted to try, but Ling Yuan persistently held Zhou Tong's arm. Let him try, "Don't go, don't go."

"it is good."

Zhou Tong looked around the room again, and found that the furniture and appliances in the old man's house were very old, the refrigerator was humming all the time, and the paint on the sofa was rubbed off, revealing the original color of the logs.

"Grandpa is nostalgic and refuses to lose it." Huo Lang explained.

Zhou Tong nodded, his eyes finally fell on the wall.

Although the house is small and old, it is very warm. The walls are covered with photos of the grandpa and grandson, including the photos of the old man when he was young. He has an oval face, a pair of big water-like eyes, red lips slightly raised, and a good figure. He is slender and a first-class handsome man. Zhou Tong pointed to a few photos and asked, "Your grandfather was in a theater troupe when he was young?"

In the photo, Grandpa Huo is all dressed up in Huadan, his frowns and smiles are full of charm, he is much prettier than real women.

Huo Lang shook his head, and said with some embarrassment: "My grandpa likes to sing operas, but he is not in an opera troupe. When he was young, he sang funeral music for others."

The so-called mourning music refers to the music sung at funerals. It varies from place to place and from time to time, but there are many people who make a career out of it. It can be said that they specialize in eating dead people.

Huo Lang further explained, "I heard from my grandfather that when he was young, he wanted to join the theater troupe, but he never passed the exam. Others said he had a figure, but the plays he sang always gave people a sinister feeling. My grandfather It may be that his habit of singing funeral music is deeply rooted in his bone marrow and he can't get rid of it, so he can only give up."

"So it is."

His eyes lingered on the photos of Hua Dan dressed up for a while, pieced together the fragmentary clues, Zhou Tong was a little confused, the wind chime should be the medium, and someone was controlling Mr. Huo through the wind chime.Can control what he does?Zhou Tong is not sure at the moment.

He asked, "When does the wind chime usually ring?"

"It rang twice in the last week." Remembering the days, Huo Lang said, "There is no pattern. In fact..." He also expressed his doubts, "Actually, grandpa has been singing to the wind chimes for a long time. It’s been more than a year, but at that time I always clicked to the end, and stopped after singing one or two songs. I didn’t notice the problem of the wind chime, so I thought it was grandpa’s interest, so I sang a few songs. But it has changed a lot in the past month , the singing was particularly fierce, and the sound of the wind chimes ringing was particularly abrupt in the play, so I felt something was wrong."

"Is there anything weird going on besides your grandpa singing about coughing up blood?"

"Strange things..." Huo Lang recalled, and said, "It seems that grandpa has been singing funeral operas recently, and the sky will be gloomy when he sings. Other strange things... I'm not sure."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Huo Lang put down the teacup he was clutching tightly and opened the door.

There was a middle-aged woman outside the door. She saw Huo Lang with red eyes and said in a panic, "Xiao Huo, do your aunt a favor. Your grandma Wang is dying. You can't wait for the ambulance. Help your aunt to the hospital!"

"Hey!" Huo Lang immediately agreed, and followed the woman out without even caring about putting on his coat.

Zhou Tong glanced back at the old gentleman sitting on the rattan chair in a daze, hesitating whether to go out with Huo Lang to have a look, or stay here to take care of the old gentleman, at this moment, a voice called him.

"Isn't this Zhou Da's son?"

Zhou Tong heard the words and looked back, black and white Wuchang was standing at the door of the room, two ghosts floated in, looked Zhou Tong up and down, and said with a smile: "It's really a fate, I can see you here."

"You two Master Wuchang." Zhou Tong bowed to them, Bai Wuchang smiled, and lifted Zhou Tong's arm with the mourning stick, "You are welcome, Lord Yuxuan is staring at us."

Zhou Tong: "..."

Zhou Tong asked: "I don't know what wind brought the two Wuchang Masters here?"

"Business." Hei Wuchang shook the soul chain in his hand, and said with a serious face.

Bai Wuchang explained with a smile: "Most of the soul of the old lady upstairs in this family has been sucked away. If we don't come again, I'm afraid the remaining half of the soul will also be sucked away."

"What's going on?" Zhou Tong asked.

"I don't know, the judge is still investigating. The world has been in chaos recently, and there are too many phenomena of losing souls. Oh my god, it feels like it's about to change." Bai Wuchang murmured.

"You talk too much." Heiwuchang said indifferently.

Bai Wuchang smiled and hugged Hei Wuchang's shoulders. Hei Wuchang was slightly shorter than Bai Wuchang, and with a light hook, he hugged tightly, "Eighth brother, don't be so rigid, Zhou Tong has helped us a lot, he is on top By rectifying the unhealthy tendencies, our brother can also reduce the workload, which not only accumulates virtue for him, but also helps us, isn't it killing two birds with one stone?"

Heiwuchang didn't respond, and lowered his head in thought.

Zhou Tong asked, "How is my father?"

"Zhou Da?" Bai Wuchang said, "It's alright. I was caught playing chess by Judge Cui yesterday. Judge Cui was so happy that he rewarded him with a gift. He transferred it to you. When I saw you today, I just gave it to you." Bring it here." Bai Wuchang rolled his eyes, and had a wrong idea, "Seeing that your Master Wuchang has treated you so well, do you feel grateful?"

"Of course there is." Zhou Tong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this Bai Wuchang was really not in the right shape at all, and he didn't know what to do for him.

"Well, there is one thing that Master Wuchang wants to entrust you to do right now."

Ling Yuan said: "Don't go too far."

Bai Wuchang knew what Ling Yuan was capable of. Not to mention that he would not die, even if he died, he would not be able to be managed by these small officials of the underworld, but now Ling Yuan couldn't control them, so he argued: "Jade Xuanjun! The tiger has fallen into Pingyang, but he still has a big temper, I don't know if he will remember the high spirits now when the catastrophe arrives."

Ling Yuan gritted his teeth angrily.

Zhou Tong smoothed things over and said: "Okay, I am willing to help Master Wuchang with things, as long as Master Wuchang says so."

"It's about Zhou Tongshi." Bai Wuchang said, "I'm not embarrassing you. You should come this time because of the old man in this house. This old man sang funeral music well when he was young. An Ran went to reincarnate, and accumulated a lot of sinful virtues. After Lord Yan Wang learned about this, he often asked him to sing dirty plays for himself, and he liked it very much. But for some reason, I lost contact with him a while ago, so he sent me Come up with your eighth master to investigate, and I will leave this matter to you to investigate."