After inheriting the Taoist temple in the haunted house, the ancestors appeared

It's a hot day in June.

The middle-aged man was sitting on the edge of the road without any image, fanning himself with a piece of advertising paper in his hand, and staring at the subway entrance not far away.

Finally, as the elevator slowly ascended, a young man stepped out of it.

White t-shirt, black trousers, and a black backpack hanging on the shoulders. They are dressed in ordinary clothes, but they have beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and their complexion is fair and clean.

The middle-aged man immediately stood up and went forward to chat: "Little brother, where are you going, do you want me to drive you there?"

Tang Gui stopped, glanced at the taxi parked by the side of the road, and asked, "Hun (hun) Heguan, are you going?"

"Go, go, get in the car and go."

After the car drove for 2 minutes, the middle-aged man took the initiative to break the silence in the car: "Little brother, what are you doing in Yanheguan? Did something weird happen to your family?"

"No."

"Uh, that's what you encountered..."

"No."

Obviously, the young man didn't want to talk, so the middle-aged man could only keep his mouth shut.

In fact, Tang Gui is not aloof, but he is really not in the mood to chat now.

Last night, he hit a ghost.

This ghost was his grandfather who had just passed away.

As soon as he came up, he shouted: My precious grandson, your life is not long!

Tang Gui: "..."

Is this what my grandpa can say?

Grandpa Xu also noticed that the words were a bit abrupt, took a breath, and began to explain to him at length.

To sum up, Tang Gui is not an ordinary person, his life and death are not controlled by the underworld, and the length of his life is completely in his own hands.

The premise is that he must have merit.

And merit can only be obtained by money and evil spirits.

The reason why he can live until now is all because old man Tang has been catching ghosts behind his back and making money in exchange for merit.

Now that he passed away, no one would continue to earn merits, and Tang Gui would soon die.

Hearing that he was about to die, Tang Gui didn't panic at all, but was a little dazed, especially when his grandfather told him to catch ghosts to earn merit.

This is an area he has never touched in the previous 21 years.Growing up so big, the only time he encountered a real ghost was his own grandfather.

If you really meet other evil spirits, you may not know who will catch whom.

It seems that Grandpa also realized this, sighed angrily and said: "If I had known earlier, I would have played less chess with Old Li, earned more money, and hunted ghosts, so I wouldn't end up in this situation now."

Tang Gui: "..."

My dear grandpa, now it's a question of regretting not playing chess!

Do you understand the principle that teaching a man how to fish is worse than teaching him how to fish?

Tang Gui endured and endured, and still asked his doubts: "Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

If old man Tang didn't take the initiative to explain today, Tang Gui probably never would have thought that his grandfather would be a Taoist priest.

When I asked this, Grandpa was silent for a long time.

He said that those who practice Taoism are most prone to five disadvantages and three deficiencies.

Like him, before entering the Tao, the husband and wife were loving and the family was harmonious. Although not everything went smoothly, he was content and always happy.

After becoming a Taoist priest, his son and daughter-in-law had accidents one after another, and his wife died early, leaving only one grandson in the end.

If it hadn't been a last resort, he really didn't want Tang Gui to embark on this road.

But it's not too late to teach fish now. Grandpa said that he has a small Taoist temple in the western suburbs, called Yanhe Temple.

There are many Taoist books in the Taoist temple and his notes on exorcising evil spirits and catching ghosts over the past few decades. Tang Gui can take a look.

He and his grandfather are life and death friends, as long as Tang Gui asks, the other party will definitely help.

Finally, before leaving, his grandfather told him again and again that he must make good offerings to the ghosts and gods in the Taoist temple. That is their ancestor Chu Yang, and he can save his life at critical moments.

Tang Gui thought: Shouldn't the Daoist ancestors of the Sanqing and Zhang Tianshi be enshrined in Taoist temples?

What is the reason for worshiping ghosts and gods?

However, he didn't delve too deeply into it. He was already called the patriarch by his grandfather, so he must have hung it on the wall long ago.

In the taxi, the middle-aged man glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw that the young man in the back seat was looking at the scenery outside the window with a cold expression. Twice, with his tapping, the price on the dial suddenly jumped twice.

After two or three minutes, the middle-aged man probably felt that the people in the back seat hadn't noticed, so he took the opportunity to knock twice.

In the end, Tang Gui couldn't stand it anymore, and reminded him loudly: "Master, it's almost over, your meter beats faster than my heart, and I'm only a third-year student, so I don't have so much money to kill you."

The middle-aged man was exposed on the spot, smiled awkwardly, and said: "Little brother, there is no way, this place is special, and I usually just quote directly to attract people without calling the watch."

Yanhe Station is the last stop of Metro Line 6 heading for the western suburbs.

Most famous landmark: the crematorium.

Usually, except to go to the crematorium to express condolences and funerals, no one wants to come here, even the driver does not see people off here, thinking it is unlucky.

And this middle-aged man is bold, does not believe in evil, and specializes in picking up people nearby.

From the subway entrance of Yanhe Station to the entrance of the crematorium, the price can be quoted as low as [-] yuan for a distance of four or five kilometers.

After the middle-aged man was reminded by Tang Gui, he restrained his small movements, but when he got there, the number on the meter still jumped to fifty.

In the end, the two took a step back and ended the transaction with 50 yuan.

Concord view.

Tsk, how to describe it...

It's a bit like those haunted houses in movies that haven't lived for a long time, deserted, dilapidated, and gloomy...

As Tang Gui approached it, he could clearly feel that the surrounding temperature had been dropping. Even though there was a big sun above his head, he had the illusion of staying in an air-conditioned room.

Although this Taoist temple is broken, its area is not small. At a glance, it can be about four to five hundred square meters. The courtyard wall made of adobe is only one meter high. Anti-theft function.

It is estimated that the person who built this wall also knew that few people dared to approach his yard, and it made little difference whether there was a courtyard wall or not.

The gate of the courtyard is the old wooden door of the past. It has been corroded badly by the wind and sun every day, but it is still conscientiously sticking to its post.

Tang Gui took out the key, unlocked the chain on the door, and pushed it casually.

"Bangdang."

"..."

It, laid off.

Before Tang Gui realized what was going on, a gust of dark wind rushed towards his face. Tang Gui subconsciously turned his head to dodge. When he turned his head again, he saw a person suddenly appeared on the ground in the yard, uh, a ghost.

Black eyes, long hair, pale complexion, dark red gold-plated robes, a bit like an ancient powerful and rich son-in-law.

It's just that this posture is not very elegant, lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, he asked him with a pitiful expression: "Little brother, is there anything to eat?"

Tang Gui: "..."

Seeing that he was silent, the young man lying on the ground shouted again: "Little brother?"

Tang Gui asked, "Who are you...?"

The ghost froze for a moment, thought for half a second, and said, "Chu Yang."

"!!!"

This thing is the grandfather?

Before Tang Gui accepted the news, his faint voice came again: "I'm so hungry~"

Tang Gui looked at the ghost on the ground, hesitated for half a second, stepped into the courtyard, bypassed him and walked directly to the main hall.

The patriarch lying on the ground was startled, looked at his back, and thought: Is this the reaction a normal person should have after seeing a ghost?

After reacting, he got up and followed, and asked in surprise, "Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

Tang Gui's expression was indifferent, and he asked back: "Will it be useful?"

Chu Yang said without hesitation, "No."

That's fine, because ghosts can only appear in broad daylight, and they are not afraid of the scorching sun. If they really want to harm him, Tang Gui has nothing to do.

What's more, besides Taoist temples, there are trees nearby, not to mention living people, there are not even ghosts, and it is useless to shout for help from ghosts.

But so far, Tang Gui didn't feel any malice from this ghost.

On the altar in the main hall, there was a black wooden plaque, and a full-body portrait hung on the wall. The man in the painting, with black eyes, long hair, and a dark red gilt robe, was exactly the same as the ghost standing beside him.

Now it is certain that he is the patriarch in the mouth of the grandfather.

Tang Gui turned his head and was about to ask this patriarch what kind of offerings he usually likes to eat?

As a result, facing a handsome pale face that was close at hand, Tang Gui's body froze suddenly, he quickly took a few steps back, and distanced himself from the opponent, his tone lost his composure just now: "What are you doing!"

Chu Yang blinked innocently, and said, "Nothing, I just think you smell good."

Tang Gui frowned, and while staring at him vigilantly, he raised his arm and smelled it. There was indeed a faint fragrance on the clothes.

Seeing that Chu Yang wanted to float towards him again, he hurriedly stopped him: "Don't come over."

Chu Yang was puzzled: "Why?"

"I am afraid."

"..." Chu Yang did not give up: "I like the smell of you."

This horse is a pervert!

Tang calmed down and explained, "This is the smell of laundry detergent. I'll bring you a bucket next time."

Chu Yang: "Oh."

Seeing that he was still easy to talk to, Tang Gui secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

At a certain moment just now, he thought that he was going to see Hades!

Oh, I forgot, grandpa said that he would not belong to the underworld.

He bypassed Chu Yang and returned to the altar, and saw three fruit plates on it, a roast chicken, an apple, and a dried fruit snack.

These should have been placed by my grandfather before he was alive. After a long time, the roasted chicken has already smelled rancid, and the apples have shriveled and lost their moisture. Only the dried fruit is normal.

With the shadow just now, Tang Gui didn't dare to look back easily, he opened the backpack and took out a plastic bag from inside, disposed of all the things in the fruit plate, and asked him: "I don't know you..."

Suddenly thinking that this is the patriarch, Tang Gui changed the title to an honorific.

"I don't know what offerings you like. This time I only brought fruits and snacks. I hope you don't take offense."

"Oh."

Hearing this voice right next to his ears, Tang Gui's back tensed instantly.

Chu Yang didn't notice it, and continued to lie on his shoulder to watch him take things out of his backpack, curled his lips and said in disgust, "I don't eat these things."

Then he asked again: "Is there any fragrance?"

Tang Gui moved two steps to the side calmly, distanced himself from the ghost behind him, looked at the incense box, saw that it was empty, and said, "No, I'll bring it here next time."

Chu Yang frowned: "I'm very hungry now."

Seeing that he was not so easy to talk to this time, Tang Gui could only compromise: "Then I'll buy it later."

Hearing this, Chu Yang stretched his brows and hummed in satisfaction.

After that, Tang Gui took out a pack of wet paper towels from his backpack, wiped the fruit plate and altar table clean, put new fruits, snacks and other things on it, bowed to the portrait, and was just about to kneel down on the futon and kowtow three times, There was a sneer in his ear.

"Hey, I'm here, what are you doing kneeling on the portrait?"

Tang Gui's expression was serious: "Worship the patriarch."

Chu Yang: "..."

After kowtowing, Tang Gui got up and walked out of the main hall, towards the west wing.

This is the room where my grandfather lived. There are all bedding and bedding in the room. There is also a large desk on the north side with a lot of books scattered on it. But right now Tang Gui is not in the mood to study what kind of books these are. .

He went straight to the bed and squatted down, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and saw a red booklet the size of a mobile phone inside. He reached out and took it out, and looked carefully. The cover of the booklet seemed to be made of leather. What pattern, There is no text at all, and it feels no different from an ordinary portable notebook.

It was hard for Tang Gui to believe that this was what controlled his life and death.