All the people in the small Taoist temple are not human

Yue Chengzhi tried his best to win respect for himself: "It's okay, I'm just busy with work, so I don't clean much."

Cheng Xinghai didn't bother to expose him, so he took out a marker pen from his bag, drew a mark on the exercise book, and then tore off the page and pasted it on the wall by the window.

With the sticking of the talisman paper, although the breeze blowing in from the window did not change, after entering the house, a small air current invisible to the naked eye was obviously formed, dissipating the unpleasant smell in the house and replacing it with refreshing fresh air.

Yue Chengzhi was surprised: "Why is it not smelly all of a sudden? Master, what magic power did you use?"

"So you can smell the stink too?" Cheng Xinghai said, pointing to the runes on the wall, "The Purification Talisman is usually used to deal with the smell of corpses piled up in mass graves."

Yue Chengzhi looked terrified: "Is there any corpse in my house?"

Cheng Xinghai: "...It just stinks."

Yue Chengzhi smiled awkwardly, kept looking at the spells on the wall, and couldn't help asking: "Master, I watched TV dramas where talismans were drawn with cinnabar and yellow paper. You can draw such powerful spells with such simple equipment. Is it because of extraordinary talent, family background, and cultivation since childhood?"

Cheng Xinghai: "...I said that it took less than ten hours to get started, do you believe me?"

Yue Chengzhi laughed loudly: "Master, you really know how to joke. How could you just get started last night with such a high level of cultivation? Do you sell this talisman? Can it cost 100 yuan a piece?"

Pretty good.

Drawing a talisman was effortless for Cheng Xinghai, and he was even a little worried that the price would make Yue Chengzhi suffer.

But in Yue Chengzhi's eyes, his hesitation turned into a disguised rejection.

After all, he is a master of Taoism. This charm is more effective than an air purifier. The 100 yuan is indeed a bit low. Yue Chengzhi immediately raised the price: "Then two hundred is okay?"

Cheng Xinghai: "!!!"

Even better!

"How many do you want?" Cheng Xinghai asked.

Yue Chengzhi thought for a while: "How long can you use this talisman?"

"A single talisman in your room can last for three months. If the space is large, you need to stick more talismans, otherwise the effect will not be enough." Cheng Xinghai said.

"Then let me get three tickets to protect me for half a year. Some people in our unit still take off their shoes with smelly feet, which makes the whole office stink." Yue Chengzhi looked disgusted when he thought of the smelly feet.

Cheng Xinghai drew a talisman silently, thinking that since your house stinks like this, he has the nerve to despise others.

Together with the Qing Ling Talisman posted on the wall, Yue Chengzhi transferred a total of 800 yuan to Cheng Xinghai, which was considered to be the official opening of the Temple of Peace.

Cheng Xinghai is quite satisfied with this income rate, at least it can support him and Yuan Ji.

After solving the smell in the house, Yue Chengzhi remembered the worst thing again, and asked cautiously, "Master, can you see where that ghost is?"

There was a bone-chilling coolness in the room, and from Qiancheng Xinghai, he felt the cold wind that he thought was blowing from somewhere. After studying the Taoist classics for a night last night, he realized that it was the yin energy left by ghosts.

The place with the most Yin Qi left was by the bed. It was estimated that when Yue Chengzhi was sleeping at night, this ghost stood by the bed and beat him.

So pitiful.

"I can't see it. I guess you are hiding. Were you beaten by ghosts when you moved in, or did you get beaten after you moved in for a while?" Cheng Xinghai asked.

Yue Chengzhi thought for a while and said, "After living in for a while."

Logically speaking, it wouldn't be a problem with the house, but the house did give Cheng Xinghai a sense of disobedience.

Obviously, Yue Chengzhi, a rough person who rarely cleans the house, lives there, but the interior decoration is very warm, as if the owner of the house loves this house very much.

There is a cute pink cat wall hanging on the wall, the curtains are light pink cherry blossom patterns, and there is even a pink dressing table in the corner of the bedroom, but now there are also Yue Chengzhi's sundries and a feather duster piled up on it.

"I didn't see that you still have a girlish heart, even the feather duster is colorful." Cheng Xinghai said.

"These are left by the former homeowner. When the couple left, they sold the furniture at a discount. I think they are [-]% new. I just paid the down payment and had no money to buy brand new furniture, so I bought them all. It looks good. It's pretty, but it's a bit pinker." Yue Chengzhi doesn't have high requirements, as long as the furniture is usable.

Yuan Ji glanced at the dressing table in the corner, but said nothing.

Cheng Xinghai's abilities are gradually awakening, he just needs to be by Cheng Xinghai's side and let nature take its course.

The ghost can't come out during the day, and the group can only wait at night.

Cheng Xinghai drew two amulets, one for Yue Chengzhi to wear close to his body, and the other folded up and placed in the small pocket in front of Yuan Ji: "This should be kept close to your body, otherwise there will be danger."

Yuan Ji nodded obediently: "Yes."

As the night darkened, Yue Chengzhi shook off the colorful chicken feathers that had fallen off the bed, got into the quilt in fear, and pretended to sleep to lure ghosts out.

Cheng Xinghai and Yuan Ji sat on the rocking chair outside the balcony, staring at the situation inside the house carefully.

Both of them had hidden talismans that could hide their aura, and ordinary ghosts couldn't see them.

The night is getting darker, everything is silent, and the room is gradually filled with a penetrating coolness.

A black shadow slowly flowed out from the mirror of the dressing table, wrapped around the feather duster on the dressing table, and formed a blurred figure on the floor.

Yue Chengzhi, who was so nervous on the bed that he couldn't fall asleep, fell into a deep sleep at some point.

The black shadow floated in front of him, raised the feather duster in his hand, and cursed loudly: "Sima bastard, go to bed without taking a bath! Get up and take a bath! Throw away the takeaway box after taking a bath! Clean up the house! You sloppy You worked so hard and spent millions to buy a house in Lanshui City, but you have the nerve to let yourself live in a house full of garbage? You slob! You don’t deserve such a good house!”

While she was cursing and hitting, the feather duster fell on Yue Chengzhi one after another, making muffled noises.

Colorful chicken feathers were flying around the house, and Yue Chengzhi couldn't wake up after being beaten so badly, Cheng Xinghai sympathized with him even more.

Signaling Yuan Ji to wait for him on the balcony, Cheng Xinghai walked into the house alone: ​​"Stop beating, I really beat him to death but no one cleaned the house."

The female ghost was startled, and her body floated away in an instant, turning into a cloud of black mist and trying to escape.

Cheng Xinghai threw out the immobilization talisman that he had prepared long ago, fixed the female ghost's body in place, and then drew a Qingming talisman on Yue Chengzhi's forehead to wake him up.

Yue Chengzhi woke up in a daze, saw Cheng Xinghai's jitter, and asked quickly: "Master, have you caught the ghost? I'll go, it hurts me to death, did this ghost hit me again?"

Cheng Xinghai nodded silently, picked up the feather duster on the ground: "Here, the murder weapon."

Yue Chengzhi threw the feather duster off the bed as if electrocuted, and when he turned his head, he saw a female ghost standing beside the bed.

On the top of the female ghost's head was a blank sheet of paper with bright red spells drawn on it. She stood by the bed with her teeth and claws open, as if she would open her bloody mouth to eat people at any time.

"Ghost -" Yue Chengzhi yelled in horror, crawling and hiding behind Cheng Xinghai.

As soon as his hand touched Cheng Xinghai's back, there was another burst of tenderness from his fingertips, he had to let go of him, and timidly hid in Cheng Xinghai, "Master, this, this... is this the one who hit me?"

Cheng Xinghai nodded, and said to the female ghost: "If you have anything to say, tell him clearly in person. He still doesn't know where he is wrong after beating him."

The female ghost was originally very afraid of Cheng Xinghai, but when she heard this, her eyes turned red with anger, and she wished she could tear Yue Chengzhi on the spot.

Cheng Xinghai took off the spell on the female ghost's head, and briefly explained to Yue Chengzhi what happened after he fell asleep.

Yue Chengzhi hid behind him, tremblingly looking at this pale and terrifying female voice, he couldn't believe it: "Just because of this kind of thing, you beat and scolded me?"

"Shouldn't you hit the good house for making such a mess?" the female ghost asked angrily.

Yue Chengzhi was overwhelmed by her aura, hid behind Cheng Xinghai in fear, and complained in a low voice: "This is too ridiculous! This is my house, and the mess is my own fault. Why did she beat me like this?"

The female ghost was even more angry than him, and when she was so angry, she added a layer of sadness. With red eyes, she said, "This was originally my home. I bought the house with hard work and saved money. I designed the decoration inch by inch. Even the feather duster that beat you, I learned how to do it myself! Do you know how much I felt sorry for you when I beat you with the feather duster?"

Although she has become a ghost, she looks to be in her twenties. Hearing her crying voice, Yue Chengzhi was a little embarrassed, and said bravely, "It hurts a little when you beat me, but it's all The skin trauma is actually not bad."

Female ghost: "I love my feather duster!"

Yue Chengzhi: "..."

Come on, he doesn't deserve it.

Cheng Xinghai finally understood: "So you are the former owner of this house, and you came out to beat Yue Chengzhi because you didn't like the mess he made in the house?"

The female ghost was angry and aggrieved: "I beat him because he refused to mend his ways. I told him well before and asked him to clean up the house. But instead of ignoring me, he made the house more and more messy!"

This should be the reason why Yue Chengzhi dreamed that someone scolded him earlier.

Later, the female ghost saw that cursing was useless, so she was educated with sticks.

Yue Chengzhi was extremely wronged: "I really don't remember her telling me that. In my dream, I remembered that someone scolded me angrily. I didn't remember a single word of the specific content after I woke up."

Cheng Xinghai speculated that the female ghost's mana was too weak, which caused Yue Chengzhi not to remember these things.

Yue Chengzhi straightened his waist: "Look, it's your fault."

The female ghost blew up: "You made your house look like a garbage dump, why are you justified?!"

Yue Chengzhi became a ball, and quickly hid behind Cheng Xinghai: "Master, help!"

Cheng Xinghai raised his forehead: "Let's do this, I'll let him clean the house, and you don't beat him, can we get along peacefully in the future?"

The female ghost snorted coldly, and reluctantly said after thinking about it: "Let's see how he behaves."

Yue Chengzhi was not happy, so he whispered to Cheng Xinghai: "Master, she is a ghost, how can I live in peace with her? Besides, I bought the house with an old couple, how could she be the former owner?"

"You're talking about my parents. They will inherit the house after I die," said the female ghost.

Yue Chengzhi's eyes widened: "So the agency lied to me? Is this a haunted house?"

The female ghost scolded angrily: "Nonsense! As a dignified house slave, I will let myself die outside with my last breath! I will never die in the house to make it depreciate!"

The girl's awareness made Cheng Xinghai, who is also a poor ghost, stand in awe.