Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

——I will haunt you till death.

The pervert left the cold words and disappeared, with a bit of incomprehensible anger.

Fang Zhuo was actually not sure whether he was leaving or invisible, anyway, this sentence was engraved in his mind.

Probably because too many strange events happened in just two days, he is very sensitive to the word "death" now.

The lost fear was picked up again, he touched the cold back of his neck, and asked the mouse in a hoarse voice, "Mouse, if a ghost said to you 'I haunt you to death', what would you mean?"

The mouse has been frightened, but the brain circuit has not yet turned back, and it is quite emotional, "It should be similar to Jiang Hao's situation."

I won't let you go even if you die, it's more like a vendetta than a deep thought.

He sighed, and clicked his tongue curiously, "Boss, what kind of enmity do you think that female ghost has with Jiang Hao?"

Fang Zhuo's heart was already heavy, because his simple sentence had already fallen into the abyss, so he glanced at him desperately, and said perfunctorily, "I don't know."

The mouse scratched its head and asked again, "Then shall we go in and have a look? After all, it's a big client..."

Fang Zhuo patted his buttocks and stood up, before leaving, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

Behind the flower bed I sat on just now, there are not only shrubs, but also roses with thorns. It is really awesome to be a ghost, and you are not afraid of anything day and day.

In the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa, the door collapsed and the glass shattered all over the floor. Jiang Hao was lying face down on the carpet.

When Fang Zhuo came up from the first floor, he deliberately found a clothes-drying pole and held it in his hand as a weapon. Seeing that the person was still like a dead fish, he put down his guard and poked a few times from a long distance.

Jiang Hao's body moved with the clothes pole, but he was still unconscious.

Fang Zhuo frowned, "Have you been sucked dry by a female ghost?"

The mouse agrees, "Maybe it is true, why do I look at him as if he has lost weight."

Fang Zhuo looked at the little follower with complicated eyes, "You're sucking jelly."

The mouse chuckled and scratched the back of his head, "Who knows."

Three to five minutes later, the ambulance called earlier arrived, and at the same time alarmed the property in the villa area.

Seeing that Jiang Hao's villa was in a mess, Fang Zhuo and Mouse were confronted, so they directly detained him and called the police.

Soon, the police arrived.

Surveillance was everywhere in the community. After Fang Zhuo and Mouse fully cooperated in the questioning, the police called the surveillance.

The screen showed that Jiang Hao took the initiative to bring the two young people into the villa, but they came out in less than 10 minutes. Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled sound in the room, as if something had exploded.

But they searched the house several times, but found no flammable and explosive wreckage.

The police could only record the suspicious points and wait until Jiang Hao woke up before continuing the investigation.

It was nearly one o'clock in the evening when the matter was over, and the mouse's parents were about to blow up his phone.

Seeing his tangled face, Fang Zhuo hugged his shoulder boldly, "Brother can do it alone, go back quickly, we will talk about things tomorrow."

The mouse took a deep look at him. After going through so many things in one night, the boss was not only not afraid, but also comforted him.

Your big brother is your big brother, no matter the courage and courage, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Mouse nodded, "Well, I'll find you in the shared room tomorrow."

In the afternoon, Fang Zhuo found a suitable house ten kilometers away from the original apartment. In addition, he rented it together with three people, and the rent was half cheaper than before.

It's just that the orientation is not very good, because it is a remodeled study room, and there are no windows in the room.A bed, a wardrobe, and a small bathroom, nothing else can fit.

The most important thing is that it is an old community, and most of the residents are older. During the inspection in the afternoon, an old man happened to pass away, and a mourning hall was set up in the yard to express his condolences.

Thinking of the sorrow and pain, Fang Zhuo felt apprehensive, and hurriedly said, "I won't go back tonight, I want to go back to the Wuming Temple to see Master."

There are two famous Taoist temples in Mausoleum, one is located in the south, called Zixu Temple, and the other is located in the north, called Qingxu Temple.They are all extremely majestic, you don't need to go in, just standing at the foot of the mountain, you can feel a kind of solemn solemnity.

These two temples are very popular for viewing incense. Every year on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, people line up to burn incense.

On the other hand, the Wuming Temple located in the west has random names and dilapidated houses, but occasionally people nearby or passing by will go in to burn a few sticks of incense and donate some incense money. It is very miserable.

Chen Jiu used to think that his master was lazy and unwilling to do a good job in his career, but in Fang Zhuo's view, this casual attitude towards life is just the manifestation of a master who sees through the world.

After leaving the villa area, he quickly got a taxi. When the driver heard that he was going to Wuming Temple on the other side of the city, his attitude immediately warmed up.

"Little brother lives near the Nameless Temple?"

"En." Fang Zhuo responded, and suddenly remembered something, "I heard that the village near Wuming Temple will be demolished, how is it now?"

The driver shook his head, "I heard it's over, and the price hasn't been negotiated."

Fang Zhuo, "The villagers set their prices on the ground?"

The driver said, "The Taoist priest of Wuming Temple did not agree to the demolition. I heard that the place is going to be used to build a resort. The Taoist temple is dilapidated. What does it look like standing there?"

Fang Zhuo didn't expect that the master was still a nail householder, so he shut up.

More than half an hour later, the taxi arrived at the Taoist temple. Fang Zhuo paid the fare reluctantly, got off the car, and stood where he was looking at the Taoist temple ahead.

With black tiles and red walls, there is a faint scent of incense in the air.

After all, he is not the original one, thinking that he might meet Daoren Chen, he is inexplicably nervous.

At this moment, the wooden door that had already been painted was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

An old man wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, with a bun on his head, and a goatee appeared in the threshold.

In the memory of the old man and the original owner, he looked different when he was drunk all day long. He was full of energy, standing like a pine and cypress, giving people a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

Fang Zhuo was like a primary school student who bumped into the dean, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and stepped on the stairs in desperation.

When the old man turned around, he dared to look up at the old figure in front of him, his heart was empty and uncertain, "Do you think he will know that I am not Chen Jiu?"

233, "It's hard to say." In the past world, although the main plot cannot be revealed, it still knows the direction of the whole story and the background of the characters.

This world is different, it knows almost the same clues and content as the host knows.

The difficulty factor of the task is getting bigger and bigger.

Fang Zhuo was worried, as soon as he stepped into the main hall, the door closed behind his back.

His heart suffocated, and he subconsciously called out, "Master."

The old man ignored him, stepped forward and knelt down on the futon, took three sticks of incense from the incense table and lit them, kowtowed three times to the statue of Tian Zun, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Fang Zhuo was flustered by his series of operations, he took a step back quietly, and touched the door of the palace with his backhand, lean on it, he couldn't open it.

"Brother Ah San, I think Master must know something. He won't treat me as a wild ghost who took me away?" Actually, strictly speaking, he has a name and a surname, so he can't be regarded as a wild ghost.

233 was full of confidence, "Don't worry, there is a safety rope, he can't take you in."

Fang Zhuo felt relieved, raised his eyes and looked up, this Yuanshi Tianzun was the only statue in the temple, every year on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, the old man would hang a hemp rope to wipe it.

When the original owner was young, he would wipe the base together with a handkerchief. Later, when he got older, his heart became wild. When the old man was panting for cleaning, he just sat aside and watched, and never gave a hand again.

"It's been two years since Chen Jiu left the Taoist temple." A deep voice sounded in the empty hall.

Fang Zhuo looked at the bluestone slab on the ground, not daring to say anything.

The old man burst out laughing suddenly, his voice hovering around, making one's scalp numb, his legs trembling, and Fang Zhuo hiccupped loudly in shock.

"How did he die?" The old man turned around with a smile, his black eyes were full of sharp edges, as if he could see through everything.

Master really knows everything.

Fang Zhuo gave up resisting, and honestly said, "I cheated people of money and was beaten to death."

The old man's expression froze for a moment, and then he asked, "How do you know me? And how did you find me here?"

Inheriting memory is too sci-fi, Fang Zhuo said, "Chen Jiu has the habit of keeping a diary."

"So that's how it is..."

Probably because he couldn't accept his apprentice's death for a while, the hall fell silent.

Fang Zhuo curled up his toes in his shoes, pursed the corners of his mouth, and decided to be reactive and active, "Master, I haven't seized my home and I'm not a lonely ghost."

"I know." The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, wrinkled his nose and sniffed, "You have no resentment or hostility on you."

Fang Zhuo was taken aback by his operation, "How...how did you know that I am not Chen Jiu?"

The old man lowered his eyelids, sat cross-legged on the futon, covered his knees with his hands, looked a little bit vicissitudes, "I figured it out."

"It's not easy for Chen Jiu, but he is only 21 years old. His fate is like this, and it cannot be reversed."

Fang Zhuo was frightened by these words and gave goosebumps, "What do you mean?"

"His fate is yang, but yours is yin." The old man suddenly raised his eyes, and there seemed to be a dangerous vortex hidden in his dark eyes, "little brother, be careful."

Fang Zhuo, "...Master, don't scare me."

"Why should I scare you?" The old man smiled, his eyes fell on the void, a little nostalgic, "Chen Jiu was not picked up by me, but sent by his mother. He was only 20 days old at that time, and I Pulled him to grow up like shit, and as a result, that stinky boy forgot about me in a blink of an eye."

As soon as Fang Zhuo heard the story, he knew it was a long story, so he went over it little by little, and imitated Chen Daoren's appearance and crossed his legs.

"The time and location of his birth belonged to Yang. Such a physique is extremely rare for a cultivator himself, and it is even a treasure that is rarely seen in a hundred years for those who harbor evil intentions."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Isn't Luding just being unrestrained... He shook his head, shook off the pornographic picture, and continued to listen.

The old man seemed to know what he was thinking, squinted, and continued, "Chen Jiu's mother stole him from the clan and handed it over to me just to let him get rid of this fate."

Fang Zhuo was puzzled, and interjected, "Since he has left the clan, why didn't he live past the age of 21?"

"The horoscope of Zhiyang people is too strong, which is the fate of dying young. If you survive it, the rest of your life will be smooth and worry-free. If you can't survive it..." The old man probably remembered the death of some apprentice, and his expression was sad. Blame me, if I had been stricter with him, perhaps nothing would happen later."

On the contrary, Fang Zhuo felt that it had nothing to do with him. Although the old man liked to drink and never disciplined Chen Jiu as severely as other parents, he did tell the original owner what to do and what not to do.

It was the original owner who ignored these instructions and was killed by his own greed, so he couldn't blame others.

The old man lowered his head, his eyes were covered by the shadow of the lights, making it impossible to recognize his emotions.

Fang Zhuo asked, "What about me? What do you mean when I say my destiny is yin?"

"You?" The old man raised his head and scanned the person from head to toe, "The time and location of your resurrection are all Yin, it's as simple as that."

Fang Zhuo almost died of a myocardial infarction, and frantically called the system, "You chose that time travel on purpose."

233 didn't deny it, "Only in this way can you successfully complete the cheat delivery task, and I'm helping you."

Help me, Zhi Yin, as the name suggests, is full of Yin Qi and attracts ghosts.

No wonder he met something that the original owner had never met before.

Fang Zhuo's chest was congested badly, and it took him a long time to calm down, and asked in a low voice, "Then you blame Chen Jiu for occupying Chen Jiu's body?"

The old man raised his head, and there was a fleeting glow in his eye sockets.

He shook his head, "It's your luck to be able to resurrect your soul from a dead body. What position do I have to blame?"

"Besides, people have a place to live while they are alive, and there is a place to go after death. I have summoned the soul yesterday, but I have not recruited the old wine. I must have passed the bridge of Naihe. Forget about me as a master. His master-student fate is over."

Unexpectedly, the old man thought quite openly, Fang Zhuo hesitated, and patted the old man's back comfortingly.

Thinking that the other party knew that he was a counterfeit, he was a little embarrassed, "Then master, can I stay overnight at the Taoist temple tonight?"

The young man's face is fair, with distinct features, but there is a cloud of yin between his brows. The old man frowned slightly, "It's up to you."

He dropped his words and got up to walk around the statue, and fell back when he walked halfway, "Little brother, I forgot to tell you that the fate of the most yin is also suitable for a furnace, so be more careful in the future and avoid going to places of evil spirits. To the devil..."

He finished his words, and then went to the backyard with his hands behind his back.

Fang Zhuo was stunned by this heavy bomb, and muttered to himself, "What did Master just say?"

233 didn't dare to say anything.

Fang Zhuo clenched his fists, wanting to drag the system out and beat him up.

He closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled continuously, and after taking a few deep breaths, he finally subsided his anger a little bit. By the time he got up and came to the small courtyard behind, the old man had already entered the room.

Fang Zhuo followed his memory to find Chen Jiu's room. It was clean and everything was as it was in his memory.

Fang Zhuo sighed, and sat on the side of the bed, "I think Master would like to come back to see the old wine." After all, he has raised it for 18 years.

233 said, "People are dead, what's the point of talking about this?"

"I didn't talk to you." Fang Zhuo was still angry, he lowered his head and pressed the side of his side, it was hard, and it must be uncomfortable to sleep.

He looked around the room, got up and walked to the wardrobe.

The original owner's clothes had already been taken to the city, and in the huge closet, there were only two neatly folded Taoist robes and white middle clothes left.

Fang Zhuo lowered his head and pulled up his shirt to smell it. The smell of sweat was a bit strong, and he needed to take a bath.

The bathroom in the Taoist temple is located on the westernmost side of the yard. It is a semi-open simple shed, above which is an old solar water heater.

Fang Zhuo walked in with his clothes, looked up at the dark sky, "Look, the plane."

233,"Retarded."

Fang Zhuo thought it was farting, put the changed clothes on the bamboo pole next to it, and muttered, "When I earn money, I can rebuild the bathroom for the old man, it's so inconvenient now."

233 said deeply, "People who practice the Tao don't pay attention to these things."

Although he has great opinions on the system now, it is undeniable that what it says is right, what a cultivator pursues is the realm of thought, not material enjoyment.

Thinking about it this way, when he looked around again, Fang Zhuo's feeling was completely different.How many people can take a bath like him, with a sea of ​​clouds on his head and moss on his head, which is called embracing nature.

Shaking off the grasshopper that jumped onto the instep at some point, Fang Zhuo bowed and took off his pants and clothes, and threw them on the stool.

The water heater is too old, and no hot water has been released for a long time.

He squatted on the ground with bare buttocks, watching the water flowing down the ground and flowing into the small ditch next to him, feeling a little distressed, so he simply washed it with cold water.

After soaking his body thoroughly, he quickly put on soap.

Halfway through rubbing, the door opened suddenly, and the old man came out of the house.

He walked through the front hall, came to the gate of the Taoist temple, asked who it was, then opened the gate, said a few words to the outside, and stepped aside.

While rubbing bubbles, Fang Zhuo listened with sharp ears.

Judging from the pace, it should be the old man who returned alone, and he threw a sentence to him when he passed by, "Your friend is looking for you."

"Friend? Rat?" Fang Zhuo was puzzled, looking towards the yard on tiptoe.

There's no one.

Fang Zhuo shouted at the top of his voice, "Master——"

After shouting three times in a row, the old man's answer came from the house.

Fang Zhuo asked, "Where are my friends?"

The old man said, "It's in the yard."

Fang Zhuo cast his gaze into the yard again, let alone a person, not even a ghost.

The old man can't be foolish and hallucinated, right?The more Fang Zhuo thought about it, the more he felt that the possibility was extremely high, and he secretly decided that he must take him to the hospital for an examination tomorrow.

Turning on the shower again, the cold water finally became hot. He closed his eyes and rinsed his hair. The foam flowed along with the water, along the back of his neck, around his waist and buttocks, and finally flowed from his stretched calves to the ground.

Fang Zhuo pushed back his hair, wiped the water off his face and opened his eyes, only to find that the bathroom door, which had been closed properly, was actually opened.

The cool wind outside blows in, and goose bumps immediately pop up.

After taking the towel and drying his body quickly, he reached for the coat on the bamboo pole, and froze for a moment when his fingertips passed through the air.

He withdrew his hand, stared at his finger for two seconds in doubt, he always felt that he just touched something, it was soft and a little cold...

"Master..." Fang Zhuo suddenly had a terrible guess, and stood there stiffly, not daring to move, "Master, are you there?"

The old man was interrupted from meditating again and again, he blew his beard and stared angrily, pushed open the window and poked his head out, "I've been shouting all night, calling for souls?!"

Fang Zhuo's mouth trembled, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "You just said that my friend was looking for me, you mean... a ghost..."

The old man snorted, "Where did the ghost come from? It's a soul, an earth soul."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, "The young man is quite good-looking."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, the important thing is that a ghost was blatantly watching him take a bath just now? ? ?