I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

Exorcising ghosts from Taoist temples is a peace of mind.

Among other things, at least the materials will not be treated badly.

Influenced by Master, it is also because he finds it troublesome and doesn’t like to carry things with him. Qi Shu used to keep everything simple, use whatever he has at hand, and make do with his work. He has never experienced this kind of thing. , there is no need to think of ways to find a substitute, and there is no need to feel like using your own magic weapon on top of everything you lack.

It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.Although the work here hasn't started yet, Qi Shu is already genuinely worried about his future work status.

In the future, if I go to hunt ghosts by myself, I won't be unable to start because of incomplete preparations, right?

Qi Shu worried seriously for a while, and even felt that the string of five emperors' coins in his hand began to burn slightly, as if he was complaining about the unfair treatment he had received.

That's okay.

Qi Shu rubbed the two copper coins against each other confidently: "It's hard work for those who are able, who let me have only magic tools by my side?"

He Heng: "?"

He Heng was at a loss: "Who are you talking to? Is it a ghost that I can't see?"

"Of course not. Believe in yourself, as long as it is a ghost, you can see everything."

Qi Shu raised his magic weapon and looked at it kindly, "I'm just giving psychological counseling to the employees who have been oppressed."

He Heng: "..."

Although He Heng couldn't understand it, it didn't prevent him from feeling the intensity of the protests from those copper coins.

It was so intense that it seemed that I was about to jump out of the hands of my little roommate, smash something to vent, and never even want to come back.

The little Taoist couldn't see ghosts, and he couldn't feel the aura contained in the magic weapon. He didn't know what charades they were playing, but he waited politely for them to finish chatting before leading them to the temple. room to go.

It wasn't too early when they arrived at Songshiguan, just now they dawdled for a meal, they came and went again and again, it was almost dark outside.

But this Taoist temple is fairly modern. There are not only decorative oil lamps hanging in the courtyard, but also very practical street lamps, one every few meters, illuminating the courtyard brightly.

It's a bit scary when you look out along the courtyard wall.

After all, the Taoist temple is built on the mountain, and the trees outside are surrounded by circles. When there is no wind, it looks pitch black, as if it could swallow people.A little bit of wind drives the shadows of the branches. Whether it is the scene or the atmosphere, it is very easy to remind people of some horror stories in mountain villages and wild villages.

Especially at this time, He Heng couldn't distinguish well whether the black mass was the shadow of a tree, or the effect caused by too many overlapping ghosts.

"It shouldn't be a ghost,"

Qi Shu comforted him, "The black paint is black. It only takes a lot of ghosts to have this effect... Besides, the mountains next to Taoist temples are generally relatively clean. Unless the soul is deliberately restrained, there can't be too many ghosts." .”

After all, ghosts are afraid of the stellar energy, and it's too late to hide. There are a few who can't think about it and are willing to come here.

Isn't that making yourself unhappy?

He Heng has been able to see ghosts since he was a child, but now it is basically the same as seeing a tree by the side of the road—that is, the tree doesn’t move, and the ghost will follow it when he’s in a good mood—he wasn’t very afraid anyway. , now that he is by Qi Shu's side, he is even less afraid. It's a pity to hear that: "No ghost, that's so boring."

Qi Shu: "..."

Qi Shu tried his best to satisfy the wish of his tablemate: "Yes, I will show you later."

The little roommate said that very coolly.

Rounding it up can be regarded as preparing for a war of war with the princes.

I just don't know whether the unlucky princes being played are ghosts or the master of Songshi temple.

He Heng was amused by his messy thoughts, and he endured it for a while before he could bear it, and followed Qi Shu and the little Taoist priest into the house.

It is said that the third-rank celestial master, who was angry with his colleagues because of his bad temper, was still lying on his bed. He was just as he was just now, and he didn't know if anyone had fed him during the meal just now.

It deserves no one to feed it.If he hadn't had such a bad temper, there wouldn't be an accident and no one to help, and he would have to trouble Qi Shu to come all the way at night.

Originally, the two of them could sit comfortably in the dormitory, writing English papers by themselves and making money by drawing symbols alone.

It's better than being called to this wilderness at night.

Subconsciously, He Heng looked at the Master of Songshi Temple very unfriendlyly, and was patted by Qi Shu calmly: "Restrain yourself, your gaze is too impolite."

He Heng rubbed his nose and turned his head reluctantly: "Is it obvious?

"It's okay, but it's almost awakening people's disgust."

Qi Shu persuaded him in a good-tempered manner, "I'll try my best to hurry up, let's go home and rest as soon as possible."

Come back home.

I don't know if the little roommate made a slip of the tongue or a slip of the tongue.

But the use of this noun really touched He Heng's heart, and the soothing effect was very obvious.

The little Taoist listened for a long time in fear, afraid that the two people would leave without discussing it.After finally seeing that they had reached an agreement for the time being, they quickly retreated tremblingly and closed the door, and explained to He Heng's puzzled eyes: "That's it, only one junior brother and I in the temple know that Master is possessed by a ghost. This matter It's not good to spread the word, it's easy to cause panic, and the master didn't want to make other juniors worry about it, so he didn't let me tell them, he just said that he was sick and needed to recuperate - I'll close the door first, so as not to be seen by other juniors Here we go, guess again."

Qi Shu nodded indifferently: "It's fine, and there won't be too much movement here."

Qi Shu said, took a piece of dead jade, rolled it in the smoke ink, and handed it to the little Taoist priest: "Go, put it on your master's forehead to have a look."

The little Taoist didn't know why he dipped the dead jade in the smoke ink, but he didn't ask much, took it obediently, and put it on the master's forehead as he said.

The smoke and ink that was evenly attached to the dead jade seemed to be like iron filings meeting a magnet, and instantly gathered neatly on the upper layer, even forming a small ball very tightly.

The little Taoist was shocked, and without Qi Shu's reminder, he took the dead jade in his hand and left the master's forehead without a teacher-the smoke and ink spread out quickly, and even sprinkled a little on the bedside.

Putting it on again, the scattered smoke and ink gathered again, just because the surface of the dead jade itself was uneven, the gathering position changed a little randomly.

"This, this is..."

The little Taoist priest has not been involved in this aspect of knowledge, so he humbly asked for advice, "What's going on here?"

"This shows that there is indeed a ghost in your master."

Qi Shu said succinctly, "But since your master can't exorcise ghosts by himself, it means that this ghost should be very powerful. I'm only a fourth-rank ghost. I'm afraid I can't do anything about a ghost that even a third-rank celestial master can't drive away."

The little Taoist was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that the helper he finally hired would be helpless, he panicked all of a sudden: "Why, why can't I do anything... then who else can I go to, I can't just sit and watch something happen to Master ah."

Qi Shu gave him an idea: "Aren't there Sanqing Daoists in your Taoist temple? Why don't you move your master to the altar of Sanqing Daoists? Daoist people enjoy your incense and will naturally protect them."

The little Taoist shook his head: "No way, the master said that the ghost is so powerful that he can't control it at all. As soon as he gets close to the offering hall, the master will feel very painful, as if his whole body is on fire, and he can't stay any longer. I had to come back and rest."

After being possessed by a ghost, anyone who is close to the altar of Taoist Sanqing will feel like being burned by fire.

Only ghosts feel burned.

Qi Shu pondered for a while, didn't say much, and only advised him: "In this case, I suggest you report it to Maoshan. Although your master doesn't want those priests who raised ghosts to be punished by Maoshan, he has always refused to report this to Maoshan. Report the situation on the side to Maoshan. But now that his life is in danger, it is really not the time to show such useless kindness."

"But, but I also want to report that I can't contact Maoshan..."

The little Taoist was very helpless, "None of us received seal seals, and we have never been to the Tianshi Mansion, let alone the contact information of those masters and uncles in Maoshan. It is the master who usually contacts Maoshan for reports."

This is because Maoshan's propaganda is not in place.

Qi Shu pulled a piece of paper from the side and wrote him a series of phone numbers: "This is Maoshan's hotline, and there are customer service staff to answer it 24 hours a day. It usually deals with emergencies in people's lives when encountering ghosts. You can contact their customer service Explain the situation, and they will report it in time and deal with it.”

A Maoshan, there is actually a hotline.

Also customer service, also answering 24 hours.

If things go on like this, even if the little roommate says that Maoshan is ready to become a listed company, or that it is now five yuan a share, He Heng probably won't think there is anything strange about it.

The little Taoist priest was also obviously shocked, but he managed to grab another life-saving straw. Obviously, he didn't want to delay for a moment, and he was about to rush out while grabbing the note.

"return--"

The little Taoist priest had already opened the door. Hearing this, he slammed on the brakes, looked back, and rushed back in surprise: "Master, you are awake! How do you feel? Is that ghost still gone? You defeated it!" ?"

A series of questions is really a bit too much, and it is overwhelming to deal with them.

After a while, the Master Songshi's face seemed to be getting more and more gray and defeated. It seemed that he hadn't defeated the ghost as the little Taoist expected.

With the help of the little Taoist priest, he slowly sat up from the bed, he didn't bother to answer his little apprentice's question—or maybe he didn't want to answer at all, but looked at Qi Shu and He Heng who were standing in the middle of the room with a very unkind expression : "Who are you? Who sent you here?"

The tone was very, very unfriendly.

Qi Shu looked at him without evasion: "You just woke up, after listening for so long, don't you know why we came here?"