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

Thinking about it now, this young man is very abnormal. When he appeared in the morning, he said he was a distant relative of the old Han, but the old Han left after lunch, but he stayed silent until now.

When he was sitting on the sofa just now, he also took the opportunity to look at the young man a few times. Seeing his indifferent appearance, the two of them didn't communicate much.

In fact, he always felt that there was an indescribably weird feeling about this young man, but because he was not familiar with him, he didn't delve into it too much.

The more the middle-aged Taoist priest thought about it, the more frightened he became, especially when this boy named Tang Gui approached, with his yin and yang eyes open, he could clearly see a faint yin energy surrounding him.

This... Is this person a ghost?

Thinking of this, he immediately raised the mahogany sword in his hand and made a defensive posture: "Who are you?"

Tang Gui glanced at him and ignored him.

Walking up to Mrs. Wang, he said, "Madam, let me show you something."

As he spoke, he opened his left hand, and a porcelain vase lay in his white palm.

Mrs. Wang didn't understand what it meant, and looked at him suspiciously.

I saw Tang Gui making a formula with his right hand, reciting the incantation silently, and before Mrs. Wang could react, he tapped around her eyes a few times.

Mrs. Wang only felt a slight soreness in her eyes, she closed her eyes subconsciously, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw that the porcelain vase was surrounded by a cloud of Yin Qi, and even Tang Gui's fair hands were mostly covered by Yin Qi.

"This... what's going on here!"

Mrs. Wang was very surprised.

Tang Gui turned around and looked at the middle-aged Daoist standing behind him, pretending to be calm, but he didn't realize that his expression was unnatural.

"I'll ask Daoist Qian about this matter. Didn't you say recruiting brats?"

Mrs. Wang was also puzzled, and asked again: "Yes, Daoist Qian, has the little devil been recruited?"

Beads of cold sweat condensed on the middle-aged Daoist's forehead, and slid down his cheeks. Most of his back was soaked, and the cold wind blew it chilly. He trembled: "But...maybe I was frightened by me at noon, know...knowing that I'm here, it didn't dare to show up for a while."

Tang Gui chuckled: "Oh? Really?"

"What does the Taoist priest hide a porcelain bottle in his sleeve for?" Tang Gui held the porcelain bottle and asked, "Could it be that this porcelain bottle contains the little devil you want to invite tonight?"

"You... what nonsense are you talking about!" The middle-aged Taoist priest said angrily, "I've been calling you suspicious today, but now I realize that I came here to make trouble deliberately, Mrs. Wang, get someone to drive him away, so as not to interrupt me." practice!"

Tang Gui was not angry when he was yelled at, but instead asked him, "So is this porcelain bottle yours?"

"no!"

The middle-aged Taoist subconsciously refused, thinking that at such a fast speed just now, he could not see whether the other party was a human or a ghost at such a close distance, let alone Mrs. Wang, as long as he did not admit it, this person would have no evidence.

However, he forgot one thing...

Tang Gui rushed the bottom of the porcelain bottle to a place with light, took out a yellow talisman from the pocket of his down jacket, wrapped it around the bottle, and instantly suppressed the Yin Qi, revealing the words on the bottom of the porcelain bottle.

"The word 'Qian' is engraved on the bottom of this porcelain bottle." Tang Gui asked, "Isn't 'Qian' your surname?"

Mrs. Wang was surprised: "Where is it, let me see?"

Tang Gui handed over the porcelain bottle, and Mrs. Wang took it subconsciously. When her fingers touched the porcelain bottle, she shrank suddenly and exclaimed, "Oh my god, it's so cold!"

The bottle is surrounded by Yin Qi all day long, so it can't be cold.

But Tang Gui may be used to it, and he didn't feel the cold hands, so he showed the bottom of the porcelain bottle to Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Wang is getting old and has presbyopia. She looked back for a long time and saw vaguely, and shouted: "Yes, it really is a word for 'money'."

Tang Gui asked, "Isn't Daoist Qian going to admit it?"

The middle-aged priest had an ugly expression on his face, and he pursed his lips in silence.

Tang Gui took two steps to the side, distanced himself from Mrs. Wang, pushed the cork of the porcelain bottle away with a little force on the pulp of his thumb.

A wave of Yin Qi overflowed in an instant, and just as he was about to gather into a human form, his neck was suddenly grabbed.

The little ghost is an elderly hundred-year-old ghost, wearing a gray-blue robe in the late Qing Dynasty, wearing a melon skin cap, skinny and skinny, seeing a young boy grabbing his neck, he immediately got angry and bared at him With a mouthful of big yellow teeth, the voice was harsh and harsh: "Let go of me, or I will kill you!"

Oh, the tone is not small.

Tang Gui directly clenched his fist and punched him in the face.

The old ghost of the Qing Dynasty didn't seem to expect that the other party would strike at the slightest disagreement, and was stunned, struggling to strangle his neck.

But he was short and his arms were not long enough. Tang Gui just straightened his arms, and the old ghost couldn't do anything.

"Don't move." Tang Gui stopped his noisy struggle.

Just as the old ghost was about to scold, why should I listen to you, he saw a piece of talisman in his hand suddenly, which frightened him so that he froze for a moment, not daring to insult or kick indiscriminately.

Tang Gui: "Let me ask you, who is your master?"

The eyes of the old ghost of the Qing Dynasty rolled around, but he couldn't see the familiar figure.

He wanted to turn his head and look back, but Tang Gui grabbed his neck and failed.

"Since you don't say it, then you are a ghost without a master. How about I send you on your way?" Tang Gui said, and the talisman paper on his right hand gradually approached.

Seeing that the talisman paper was only a few centimeters away from his own face, the old ghost of the Qing Dynasty widened his eyes: "It's...it's money... Daoist Qian."

"Shut up!" A stern shout from behind startled the Qingchao old ghost, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

Tang Gui turned his head to look at Mrs. Wang who was already hiding aside, leaning on the wall with trembling hands, trying not to collapse on the ground, and asked, "Madam, do you think it is necessary to continue asking?"

Mrs. Wang is not an idiot, how could she not be clear about this situation.

Tang Guide took out the booklet and asked the old ghost of the Qing Dynasty to press his handprint on it. Seeing that the value of the ghost had increased by 1.8 again, he was satisfied and stuffed him back into the porcelain bottle.

The fact has been settled, the middle-aged Taoist priest didn't argue too much, and was about to ask for the porcelain bottle back, and left with his apprentice, but Tang Gui put the bottle into his pocket casually.

"you……"

Tang Gui looked innocent and asked, "What's wrong?"

The middle-aged priest gritted his teeth and said, "Give me back the porcelain bottle."

"Give it back to you?" Tang Gui raised his eyebrows slightly: "Didn't you just say that this porcelain vase is not yours, and you didn't let that old nonsense finish, how do I know if the owner of this porcelain vase is you."

The middle-aged Taoist: "Don't bully people too much."

Tang Gui's complexion gradually darkened, and even his voice became a little colder: "You too."

"As a Taoist priest, don't you understand the reason why one's desire becomes a demon?"

"In order to earn money and fame, you can do everything you want to do. You really don't have the slightest conscience."

Originally, Tang Gui saw that he had real skills, not a fake charlatan, and wanted to remind him at the critical moment, even if it was not his turn, it would be nice to get a red envelope, the most important thing is to settle the matter, don't Human life appears.

This stinky Taoist priest was lucky, seeing that the kid hadn't come, and didn't investigate the reason, he actually wanted to let the kid himself fool his employer.

A little ghost can have a ghost value of 1.8, which shows how many unconscionable things he has done for this Taoist priest before.

The middle-aged Daoist was stunned for a moment, but then became enraged, and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

As he said that, he actually rushed towards Tang Gui holding the mahogany sword.

Before Tang Gui could dodge, a cloud of sinister energy rushed out of the jade tablet, directly hitting the middle-aged Taoist priest's chest, kicking him several meters away, and falling heavily on the ground, letting out a muffled groan.

The noise outside finally alarmed the people in the villa, and the little Taoist priest in Taoist robes rushed out, shouting: "Master!"

The middle-aged Taoist once again suffered a lot, knowing that this young man might be like him, with a ghost guarding him, and he was no match.

When the little apprentice ran over to help him, the middle-aged priest swallowed the bloody smell in his mouth and whispered: "Xiaopi, let's go."

Tang Gui watched the young Taoist priest help the middle-aged Taoist escape out of the courtyard in three or two steps, but he didn't catch up to stop him.

Instead, he called Mr. Han and asked him to deal with it, while he turned around to help Mrs. Wang, who was already unable to hold on and was limp on the ground.

He helped him to sit on the sofa in the living room, and poured a glass of warm water for Mrs. Wang. Seeing that she could not hold the glass with trembling hands, Tang Gui could only hold the glass and let her take a few sips to restore her mood.

After 10 minutes passed, Mrs. Wang saw that he had no intention of explaining, so she could only ask, "Mr. Xiao, what's going on?"

"That Master Qian is a well-known figure in the circle, how could he do such a thing?"

Tang Gui said indifferently: "It is precisely because he is a famous person, in order to maintain his fame and fortune, that he dares to do such a thing."

Mrs. Wang was silent after listening, and after a while, she suddenly began to sob in a low voice.

Tang Gui didn't know how to coax people, so he just took out two pieces of paper and handed them over, and then patted her on the back as a sign of comfort.

Mrs. Wang cried for a while, and she finally calmed down a little. She asked Tang Gui in a hoarse voice, "Sir, I apologize to you. In the morning, Lao Han said that you are a capable person. I still don't quite believe it. I saw you just now. I completely believe in that scene now, please help my husband."

Tang Gui came here today for this matter, so naturally he would not refuse.

He let Mrs. Wang sit on the sofa, got up and went to Liu Chengyong's room, saw that he was snoring and sleeping very peacefully, so he didn't wake him up, and said to Mrs. Wang: "Mr. Liu will probably not wake up tonight. , you can sleep peacefully, I will come back tomorrow evening."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Mrs. Wang stood up immediately, ran over and grabbed his arm: "Mr. Xiao, don't go!"

"I'm really scared. It's so late, you have to take a taxi when you go back, or you can stay at my house tonight."

At such an old age, Mrs. Wang was indeed frightened when she saw the little ghost for the first time.

In fact, Tang Gui did not do it well at the time, forgetting that he was not afraid of little ghosts was an exception.

Most ordinary people are afraid of ghosts, not to mention Mrs. Wang is so old, if she gets scared, she will become a murderer.

Tang Gui secretly wrote down the lesson and told himself not to do it again next time.

Seeing that Mrs. Wang was really scared, he chose to stay without much hesitation.

Mrs. Wang and Liu Chengyong lived on the first floor, and Tang Gui lived alone on the second floor.

Mrs. Wang also thoughtfully brought him a brand new set of toiletries, bath towels, pajamas, etc.

After Tang Gui took a shower, he lay on the bed, feeling an indescribably comfortable feeling.

This place is completely different from his little Poguan, not to mention that Chu Yang shouted to buy a house every day, which made him have a strong desire to buy a house now.

Just thinking about it, a cold body next to him leaned over, buried his head in his neck and took a deep breath, sighing softly.

Every time Chu Yang said this, it meant that he was thinking about those things, but this is not his home after all, Tang Gui firmly refused.

Chu Yang expressed that he was very unhappy, but he didn't force much.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, Tang Gui was woken up by the quarrel downstairs, got up, washed up and went downstairs.

As soon as he reached the stairs on the second floor, he saw Liu Chengyong with a gloomy face, one hand on his hip, glaring angrily at Mrs. Wang who was sitting at the dining table drinking milk.

What made him angry was nothing more than the fact that Mrs. Wang and outsiders tied him up and made him unconscious last night.

"I want to divorce you!"

Liu Chengyong picked up his mobile phone while shouting, and called the company assistant, asking him to come over with a lawyer to carry out property division matters.

Mrs. Wang still had a calm expression, until she saw Tang Gui coming down, she smiled and said, "Xiao Mister, are you awake?"

Tang Gui greeted politely: "Good morning, madam."

Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "Good morning, wash your hands and come to have breakfast."

"it is good."

When Tang Gui came out after washing his hands, he saw Liu Chengyong staring at him for a moment.

"Little Mister?" Liu Chengyong asked in a bad tone, "What little Mister?"

Tang Gui explained with a gentle face: "It's just a title."

Liu Chengyong snorted coldly: "Oh, your tone is not small. You are a baby who has just grown up, why are you honored as Mr. Little?"

Tang Gui didn't explain too much, just skipped him and went to the restaurant.

This behavior angered Liu Chengyong again. He pointed at Tang Gui and said, "You treat me with such a cold attitude in my house. Are you educated? Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?"

Tang Gui's footsteps stopped, his eyes sank.

Mrs. Wang saw that Tang Gui's face was not right, she lost her dignity and politeness in an instant, stood up and patted the dining table heavily, cursing: "Liu Chengyong, who are you calling here, Mr. Xiao is a distinguished guest invited by me, what are you talking about! "

"Hmph, honored guest, I think he is a sanctimonious liar. You advise you not to bring these charlatans home. I have nothing wrong with me, but you, who have been in a daze all day long, said I'm bewitched, and I think you're the one who's sick."

"I advise you to have more time to go to the hospital to see your brain, don't be nervous all day long, and I warn you, I will divorce you immediately, you are not allowed to restrict my personal freedom in the future, if you make trouble again tonight What a moth, don't blame me for disregarding the relationship between husband and wife for so many years, and being rude to you!"

Mrs. Wang's face turned red with anger: "Liu Chengyong!"

The result was a 'bang' closing sound to her.

Mrs. Wang couldn't stop crying again, and the auntie who was busy in the kitchen hurried out to comfort her: "Sister Wang, don't cry, it is definitely not the husband's intention to say these words. Say something like that."

Mrs. Wang wiped her tears, choked with sobs and nodded, "I know."

As she said that, she stood up, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, and said to Tang Gui, "Sorry, I showed you a joke, please sit down and have breakfast, I'm a little tired, go back to the room and rest for a while."

"it is good."

Tang Gui watched her enter the room, sat down to eat, saw the aunt continued serving the meal, and sighed, "Why did it become like this?"

When Tang Gui heard it, he looked up at her and asked, "Auntie, what did you mean by that?"

The nanny sighed again: "I just feel sorry for my wife."

"In the past, the husband loved his wife very much, and he was very obedient, but during this time, the two of them were at odds because of playing mahjong. Now, the husband's temper is getting worse. A few days ago, he and his son and daughter also There was a big fight, and they said that they wanted to sever ties with the children, so that the two children never came back."

"It's just that the wife will never leave, and try her best to save him here. If this continues, the husband will definitely die."

When people get old, they like to nag.

Tang Gui listened to his aunt's words while eating, and after learning that Liu Chengyong had not originally had such a personality, the anger that had arisen in his heart gradually subsided.

Thinking about what to do at night, he wants to see what kind of bets and games can make people not hesitate to turn against their families, and even risk their own lives, so they want to gamble.

One day, say fast and fast, flies by in the blink of an eye.

It may be that Mrs. Wang called the assistant, but the assistant did not come with a lawyer.

As soon as the sky was getting dark, Liu Chengyong, who slammed the door, came back in a hurry, without even giving half of his eyes to the two sitting in the living room.

After entering the bedroom, after a while, he came out carrying the black suitcase from last night. He looked at the living room vigilantly, for fear that Mrs. Tian would stop him again. go out.

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