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

Fortunately, the lunch for the two of them had come to an end, Tang Gui ignored his soulful question, got up and went to the front desk to pay the bill.

After that, the two returned to the dormitory and packed their things.

Xu Cheng went to the high-speed rail station to drive home.

Tang Gui dragged a large suitcase to Yanhe Temple.

The suitcase is very big, but there are very few unconventional things in it, and the medicinal materials for making incense occupy more space.

Because there were too many things and too many types, he was stopped by the staff when he entered the subway and checked out the boxes. He was not released until he was sure that they were all harmless plants.

An hour later, Tang Gui pulled the suitcase into the yard.

He put the suitcase back in the room and went to the main hall.

The day before yesterday, Chu Yang showed up in time to save him, but after the female ghost was dealt with, the other party snorted at him angrily and disappeared immediately.

That attitude, for fear that Tang Gui would not know that he was still angry, was simply childish.

In the main hall, the temperature was cool, Tang Gui sneezed subconsciously, looked around, it was clean and tidy, it could be seen that the four little devils were quite honest, and they didn't cheat and play tricks just because he wasn't there.

Thinking of this, he took out three incense sticks from the incense box and was about to light them, but before his fingers could touch the lighter, the three sticks broke off in the middle without warning.

Tang Gui pretended not to see it, and lit half of the stick in his hand with a lighter. Just after the incense was lit, it was cut off again in unison.

The three sticks of incense in his hand were only the length of one middle finger. Tang Gui continued to light them, but they were cut off again.

One person ignites and the other cuts it off, just like two children fighting for a toy, neither of them wanting to give in to the other.

Until the three sticks of incense were cut off to the length of his knuckles, Tang Gui sighed helplessly, put the lighter back on the altar, and said to the memorial tablet, "I just wanted to offer the incense to tell you that I am back. Since you If you don't like the fragrance, forget it, you just go on resting, and I'm off to work."

After speaking, he took out three incense sticks and lit them again, and walked out of the main hall.

The door of the West Side Hall was tightly closed, he knocked three times, pushed the door open, and closed it again.

The room was pitch black, and four excited voices came from my ears: "Master Tang, you are finally back!"

Tang Gui groped for the wall, turned on the light, faced the four teary-eyed little ghosts, and asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

The four little ghosts didn't dare to speak, they just pointed at the wall with a bitter face.

On the other side of the wall is the main hall.

It seems that during the eight or nine days when he was away, the four little devils suffered a lot of grievances.

He put the incense in his hand into the censer and comforted him, "Thanks for your hard work."

The four little ghosts said in a choked tone: No hard work.

After finishing speaking, they moved to the incense burner and began to suck and eat greedily.

For ordinary little ghosts, this incense is simply a delicacy in the underworld. It is delicious and filling. Lonely ghosts like the four old ghosts can't eat it a few times a year.

However, a certain tsundere hated this incense smelling bad, and that incense was inferior, and I don't know if he was raised by someone with a leisurely heart.

While they were smoking, Tang Gui asked a few words about the situation of the Taoist temple, and after confirming that no one else had been here in the past few days except Gao Yuansheng and Xu Cheng, he turned and walked out.

It was noon at this moment, and it was very hot outside the Taoist temple.

Tang Gui's body was still sore, he didn't want to move around, so he simply took a shower, lay back on the bed and read a book.

He had only lived here for two or three days before, and he realized how frugal and poor his grandfather was.

In other words, the lights in each room turned out to be gas bulbs that were eliminated more than ten years ago. When the switch was turned on, it gave off a dim light, and the room illuminated was so gray that it was impossible to see clearly. .

The kitchen utensils were also replaced with new ones. Originally, he wanted to tear up the earthen countertops in the kitchen and make them tile countertops, but because the reputation of this place was so great, no one dared to come, so he had to give up.

Still, when he has time, he can build a stove by himself.

In the past, every year during holidays, Tang Gui would go home and stay for a week before going out to look for a job.

But since his grandfather sold the house without saying a word, he never went back during the winter and summer vacations. He always rented a shabby house near his work, and he went back to school directly until school started.

Although this Taoist temple is dilapidated, it is not bad after getting used to it, at least it can make him settle down.

Tang Gui didn't want to complain, but it really didn't feel good to have nowhere to go.

The time for reading always passed quickly, and it was five or six o'clock in the blink of an eye. Tang Gui fell asleep without knowing when.

In his sleep, his consciousness was half-dream and half-awake, and he vaguely heard a few anxious conversations coming from his ears, which made him have a splitting headache.

Tang Gui wanted to speak to stop him, but his voice was uncontrollable, his eyelids seemed to be glued, and he couldn't lift them up. He could even hear his own heavy, hot breathing.

Finally, a familiar and impatient voice suddenly sounded: "It's so noisy."

It's Chu Yang.

As soon as he appeared, the chattering voices in Tang Gui's ears stopped instantly, and his consciousness fell into a coma again.

In the west wing room, the four little ghosts stood by the bed and looked timidly at Chu Yang who came in.

Chu Yang said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

The four little ghosts looked at each other, and finally pushed the old ghost out together.

The old ghost passively took a step forward, met his displeased expression, and said weakly: "Master Patriarch, Master Tang seems to have a high fever."

Chu Yang frowned and looked towards the bed. The little guy who was always indifferent at ordinary times was lying on his side with flushed cheeks and frowning, with his arms around his shoulders, as if he was very cold.

Chu Yang stepped forward and put his hand on his forehead, a hot temperature passed into his hand.

Really have a fever.

Perhaps Chu Yang's cold hands made him feel a little comfortable, and Tang Gui, who was sleeping, rubbed against his palm.

Chu Yang's body froze, and when he noticed the eyes of the four little devils looking over, he turned black again, and cursed in a low voice: "Get out!"

Hearing this, the four little ghosts who were about to watch the play floated out in an instant. Just as they arrived at the door, they heard a sentence from inside: "Find a car and come here."