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

Waking up the next day, before Tang Gui opened his eyes, he called out hoarsely, "Chu Yang."

After a while, the door was pushed open, Chu Yang walked to the bed, saw Tang Gui was wrapped in a quilt, his head was exposed, and he raised his chin and said, "Give me ice for my eyes."

Last night, their grandfather and grandson chatted openly until midnight, which made Tang Gui, who was always calm and cold, cry for a long time under the quilt after his grandfather left, and Chu Yang couldn't coax him no matter what.

So much so that when he woke up this morning, his eyes were so red and swollen that he couldn't open them, and his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak.

Chu Yang poured him a glass of water, let Tang Gui moisten his throat, turned on the bed, and lay down beside him, covering his slightly hot eyes with his slender hands.

His hands were slightly cool, with a faint fragrance of brandy, which was the smell of laundry detergent that Tang Gui had just bought.

"What did you wash?"

"sheet."

After finishing the words, he felt the warmth under his palm intensify, and even the cheek at the little finger became hot.

Chu Yang looked at the tip of his ear that was about to bleed, and couldn't help pinching it with the other hand.

Tang Gui hid in his arms, feeling that the circles of his eyes were turning red again.

Ever since his grandma died, he has always felt that he was an abandoned child. His grandpa was away from home all day long. Because of his cold and withdrawn personality, he had no close friends around him since he was a child.

But now Tang Gui discovered that his grandfather loved him very much all the time, just to keep him alive, he was too busy running around to take care of his life, so that he gave birth to the illusion that after his grandmother left, no one would love him anymore.

Thinking about it carefully, he doesn't lack friends, whether it's Wang Qingren, Luo Xing, and Luo Yi who he just met, or Xu Cheng, Su Yiming, who have been in the dormitory for four years, and the four little ghosts.

Now there is one more partner who dotes on him and loves him.

If it was placed a few months ago, he would not have dared to think that Chu Yang, such an arrogant and arrogant ghost, would one day put down his figure and learn the life of daily necessities for him.

Chu Yang felt his chest becoming warm, and said helplessly, "Why are you crying again?"

Tang Gui's voice was choked with sobs, and he forced his mouth to say: "I didn't cry."

Chu Yang put his hand over his eyes again, feeling the warm tears slipping from his fingers, and kissed him on the cheek distressedly.

Tang Gui sucked his nose and put away his tears, thinking that he really lost his composure today.

Chu Yang wiped away his tears for him, and continued to help him with cold compresses, feeling Tang Gui's thick eyelashes fluttering like a small fan, making his palms itchy.

Chu Yang: "Close your eyes."

Tang Gui chatted with him with a nasal voice: "Chu Yang, I really can't imagine how my grandfather survived these years."

Although Grandpa talked to him about the past last night without saying a word of complaint, it can still be heard from his tone that it was not easy for him at that time.

Chu Yang: "Distressed?"

Tang Gui: "Yes."

Chu Yang: "It's okay, treat him well in the future as compensation."

"It's a bit late to compensate anyway."

Recalling his indifferent attitude towards his grandfather at the beginning, Tang Gui regretted endlessly.

Just as Chu Yang wanted to comfort him, don't think about it, the mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Tang Gui brushed his hand away, picked up the phone and looked at it, the screen displayed, caller: Mr. Han

It was the military uncle who doted on his wife in the River Kwai Villa community before. At that time, Tang Gui couldn't enter the community where Chu Cheng lived, so he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him and asked him to attract his wife's ghost. I didn't contact you again, but I called you suddenly. Could it be that something happened?

He stabilized his emotions and answered the phone: "Hello."

"Hey, it's me, Mr. Tang Xiaodao." After the other party finished speaking, he seemed to hear that Tang Gui's tone was wrong, and asked tentatively, "What's wrong with your voice?"

Tang Gui coughed and cleared his hoarse throat: "It's okay, maybe it's cold and I have a cold."

Mr. Han: "Have you taken your medicine?"

"Eat." Tang Gui was afraid that he would ask again, so he took the initiative to say: "Mr. Han, is there anything you want me to do?"

The other party didn't hold back, hummed, and asked, "It's true. Is Mr. Xiao busy these days? A friend of mine has encountered something weird. I want to ask you to go and have a look."

Rich employers automatically come to the door, Tang Gui never refuses: "I'm not busy."

"Well, see when you have time, and I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

Tang Gui asked back, "Is it urgent?"

Mr. Han hesitated for a while, and said honestly, "I'm a little anxious."

"Then come here, I happen to be fine now."

Tang Gui told him where he lived, hung up the phone, got up, got dressed and got out of bed to wash up.

Although Chu Yang's hand was cold, it was comfortable to put it on his eyes, but the swelling would go away quickly without a spoon.

It's okay to let him cover it just now, but now I'm busy going out to make money, so I naturally have to choose a spoon that works faster.

Mr. Han's driver came very quickly. Tang Gui took a look at his eyes, which were mostly swollen, picked up his backpack in satisfaction, and walked out of the Taoist temple.

Sure enough, people who can afford to live in that kind of community are either rich or powerful.

A black nanny car was heard on the side of the road not far away. As soon as Tang Gui approached, the driver had already opened the door for him and blocked the roof with his hands to prevent Tang Gui from bumping into each other.

In the car, Mr. Han, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was sitting in it. When he saw him coming up, he just smiled and nodded.

Both of them were neither hypocritical nor obsequious, so they directly chatted about old Mr. Han's friend.

His friend is about the same age as Mr. Han. He is in his 60s. He has a son, a daughter, and four grandchildren. His wife is still alive and has a prosperous career.

But for some reason, he was obsessed with playing mahjong and fought with people all night every night. You said that he was already 70 or [-] years old, how could he survive the daily suffering.

But the family persuaded him to no avail, and even tried to follow him to the place where he played mahjong several times, but he always walked halfway, followed him and lost him.

Seeing him go out with millions of dollars every day, and come back empty-handed at dawn, sluggish, threatening to earn it back at night.

Now his wife and children can't persuade him anymore, and even talk about divorce and separation, but the old man just doesn't listen and wants to gamble.

The family members noticed that something was wrong and wondered if he had been bewitched by evil spirits, so they asked the master everywhere and wanted to ask the family to take a look.

When Mr. Han heard about it, he was the first to think of him.

After listening to Tang Gui, he thanked him and didn't say anything more. The specific situation can only be known by going to see it.

Afterwards, the two chatted for a few more words, talking about what they were doing recently, and soon the car drove into the River Kwai Villa Community and stopped in front of a building.

Tang Gui followed Mr. Han out of the car, approached the villa yard, and rang the doorbell.

The appearance of this villa is exactly the same as Mr. Han's house, but the European-style decoration inside looks very luxurious.

The nanny aunt led them to the living room to sit down and said that Sister Wang was watching things with the two priests in the upstairs room.

Tang Gui guessed that the sister Wang she was talking about should be the hostess of this family.

Old Mr. Han didn't seem to have expected a Taoist priest to come to the door at this time, his face was a little gloomy, and he looked at Tang Gui with a little more embarrassment.

"Mr. Tang Xiao, I'm sorry, I didn't hear about inviting other gentlemen."

Tang Gui said indifferently, "It's all right."

He is not a serious Taoist priest, and he does not have the kind of arrogance that he has without me. He relies on his own ability to make a living, and the ultimate goal is to help people solve problems.

If the Taoist priest is good enough to deal with this matter, then he can just go out for a walk as if he has nothing to do.

With that in mind, he took a few sips of the warm water poured by the nanny.

Mr. Han was relieved to see that he was really not angry, and at the same time praised his kindness in his heart.

Not long after, a door on the first floor opened, and Sister Wang came out accompanied by a middle-aged Taoist priest. The two were talking in front, followed by a young Taoist priest.

"Master Dao, how should my husband deal with this situation?"

"Don't worry, Ma'am. I've already set up ghost charms in the room. The main thing is to keep him out of this door. No kid can get close to him."

Hearing this, Tang Gui, who was sitting on the sofa, was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't help but chuckle.

The laughter was not loud, only Mr. Han heard it, he glanced at Tang Gui for some reason, raised his eyebrows, and silently asked him with his mouth: "Is he a fake Taoist priest?"

Tang Gui shook his head.

He didn't know if it was a fake Taoist priest, but it was true that the Taoist priest was a bit stupid.

Not to mention that there are two door gods guarding the gate of this community, let's say that this villa is clean and bright, so how can there be any traces of being invaded by little ghosts?

Mrs. Wang said anxiously: "But it hasn't been completely resolved here. I can't let my husband stay in such a small room all the time."

The Taoist priest patiently coaxed again: "Madam, please don't worry, since I'm here, I will naturally help you solve the matter, and I'll see if there are any evil spirits hidden in your house."

"Okay, okay, the Taoist priest, you can look at it as you like."

The middle-aged man recited a series of incantations, the voice was not loud enough for the people next to him to hear them, but they couldn't hear them clearly. He made a talisman with one hand, and took out a piece of talisman from the small pocket of his satchel with the other hand. , ignited out of thin air, and flickered twice in front of his eyes, the talisman paper was ignited, he opened his eyes again, blinked uncomfortable eyes, and looked around.

It was the first time Tang Gui had seen this method of opening his eyes, and he couldn't help being curious.

The others were also taken aback by the operation of the middle-aged Taoist priest, especially the one who ignited out of thin air, and his surprised mouth became a '0' shape.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked inscrutable, with one hand behind his back and one hand on his stomach, and began to wander around the room with his airs on his shoulders.

He checked very carefully, and checked all the corners of the room. When the sister Wang saw him and Mr. Han, she just nodded first, and said bluntly: "Old Han, sit down for a while, I will accompany Cheng Daochang See if the house is clean."

Mr. Han nodded and hummed.

When the three of them walked up to the second floor, Mr. Han leaned over and said in a low voice, "Sir, why do I think this Taoist is a liar."

"When you opened my yin and yang eyes that night, I don't remember such a big battle."

Tang Gui shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Whether the yin and yang eyes are opened or not, only you can feel it, or you can know when you see the little ghost. If he deliberately plays tricks, outsiders may not be able to see it.

"Maybe I've seen your spells, I always feel like he's doing acrobatics and juggling."

Old Mr. Han was born in the army and has a straightforward temper. He thought so in his heart, so he said it out.

Tang Gui thought for a while, reached out and tapped the jade plaque in the sweater, and said, "Chu Yang, follow me to have a look."

"Yeah." As he said that, a cloud of yin flowed out, and he went to the second floor.

After a while, an exclamation came from upstairs: "There is Yin Qi!"

Tang Gui said: "It seems that this Taoist priest has some skills."

Mr. Han glanced upstairs, and asked in a low voice, "Is it the kid you let out?"

He heard Tang Gui's words just now.

"Well, it's my friend."

It was the first time for Mr. Han to be friends with the little ghost. Although he was surprised, he didn't say much.

Soon, Tang Gui saw Chu Yang coming down from upstairs and re-entering the jade tablet, but the upstairs was still a mess.

"Ah, where is it? Is the little ghost hiding in this room? Daoist Cheng, grab it quickly, maybe my husband was made into such a state by it!"

After a long time, the middle-aged Taoist priest stopped and said helplessly, "Madam, I only sensed a trace of yin, but I didn't see the little ghost."

"Then what should we do? How about we move?"

"Now we are not sure who the kid is and what he wants to do, and moving may not be useful." The middle-aged Taoist priest said: "Let's wait."

"Wait?" Mrs. Wang wondered, "Wait for what?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest: "Wait until it gets dark and see if that ghost will come."

Mrs. Wang said: "OK."

The author has something to say: I have posted the car in Chapter 111 many times, but it has been blocked all the time. I am worried if everyone can't see it.

If you don't find it troublesome, you can private message me on Weibo, and I will post it manually, okay?