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

Tang Gui raised his eyes, and happened to meet the driver's scrutinizing gaze.

Seeing his calm expression, the middle-aged driver couldn't help but click his tongue: "You little brother looks young, but I didn't expect to be so courageous. I think he can compete with the old man who lives there."

Tang Gui's eyes flickered when he heard the words 'the old man living inside'.

This look fell on the eyes of the middle-aged driver, who mistook it for surprise, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, didn't you expect that there are still people living in the Taoist temple that has been called a haunted house?"

Tang Gui hummed perfunctorily.

After half a minute, he asked, "Are you familiar with that old man?"

"It's not familiar. I haven't had any contact with him, but I heard that the old man used to be a school teacher. For some reason, he resigned and went to the crematorium to work as a cremator."

"It stands to reason that the salary for cremation is not low, and when the body is cremated, the family members of the deceased will give a red envelope to get rid of bad luck. This month, at least [-] to [-] yuan, but many people say that he is very stingy."

"Not only picking at others, but also picking at myself. I usually buy clothes at 19 yuan or [-] yuan at the street stall. I want to wear a piece of clothing for half my life. Many clothes are not willing to throw away when they are washed out."

"However, he is very addicted to cigarettes. Several times I saw him strolling by the side of the road, holding a cigarette stick and pot in his hand, smoking while walking, without stopping. I haven't seen his family members in so many years. It's the old man walking alone."

"If you want me to say that this person is also confused, earning so much money every month, why is he not willing to buy a pack of cigarettes for ten yuan a pack? At this age, what do you do with so much money? If you don't bring it with you, you will die I don't take it with me."

After finishing speaking, the driver clicked his tongue twice, as if expressing his regret.

After waiting for a few seconds, he finally realized that he had said so much, but he never got a response from the people in the back seat.

He raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror, and saw the young man with a cold face, looking sideways out of the window, he didn't know what he thought of, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were drawn into a straight line.

The middle-aged man knew that he might have said something wrong, so he didn't dare to say anything later.

When he arrived at the place, Tang Gui scanned him 50 yuan on WeChat. When he got off the car, he looked up at the middle-aged man and asked, "You cheat so much ill-gotten money every day. Do you ever think about not bringing it with you?" Is it a question of whether to die or not?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then his face changed instantly, and he lowered the car window and yelled at his back.

Tang Guiquan pretended not to hear it, and walked towards the subway entrance.

The subway at Yanhe Station was empty, and at a glance, he was the only person in a few cars.

He found a random seat and sat down, put on his earphones, closed his eyes and rested for a moment, two lines of tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

In fact, in his impression, grandpa is a very stingy and strange old man.

Because of his job, the relatives and friends around him don't want to associate with his family, and even the children don't play with Tang Gui, thinking he is unlucky.

At that time, he also questioned his grandfather why he couldn't do a normal job.

Grandpa said it was to make money, but so many years have passed, and his family has not become rich. His clothes, shoes, and school supplies are all bought by grandma.

In order to support the family's expenses, grandma worked two jobs a day, often working late at night, so that her body was so hollowed out that she died early.

After all kinds of things accumulated, his attitude towards grandpa became more and more indifferent, and he almost didn't want to communicate with him. After he was admitted to university, the contact between the two became even less.

For three years in college, Tang Gui relied on part-time jobs to earn money to support himself. He never asked his grandfather for living expenses, and even sent money to him every month.

It wasn't that Tang Gui was so filial, it was just that his grandma held his hand before she died, and repeatedly told him to take good care of grandpa, saying that grandpa had paid too much for this family.

He didn't understand what he meant at the time, and regretting it now doesn't help.

Soon, the subway arrived at the next station, and before anyone else came in, Tang Gui reached out to wipe his eyes, and his expression returned to his usual indifference.

Wangsheng Street, formerly known as Wangsheng Street, is a place that specializes in selling funeral supplies.

There was no one on the street at the moment, so Tang Gui went directly to the store where he bought the shroud for his grandfather.

There was no one in the store. As soon as Tang Gui came in, the boss stood up to greet him and politely asked him what he wanted?

Shrouds, incense, gold foil paper, burnt paper...

Tang Gui listed a bunch of things, and the store owner was listening and getting ready.

In less than half an hour, Tang Gui came out of the store with a big black bag and took the subway back to the western suburbs.

Coming out of the subway exit of Yanhe Station, the middle-aged driver was still sitting on the side of the road waiting for passengers. When he saw someone coming out, he immediately got up and greeted him with a smile. When he saw that it was Tang Gui, the smile on his face disappeared immediately, and he turned around and sat back. With a cigarette in his mouth and shaking his legs, he pretended to be an uncle, waiting for Tang Gui to come forward and talk to him.

It's a pity that Tang Gui didn't pay attention to him at all, he just threw the black bag over his shoulder and walked towards the forest.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man instantly stood up and stared at Tang Gui's back in surprise.

I'll go, this kid... unexpectedly knows this shortcut!

Just now, he dared to be so arrogant just because the other party didn't know, thinking that if the other party didn't want to walk there, he could only take his taxi, and there was no third choice.

Unexpectedly, he was defeated by this man.

Speaking of which, when did he know about this shortcut?

Knowing that he took a long way to go, why not angry at all?

And why does he always run to that haunted house?

The middle-aged man thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with something ugly, so he just didn't want to.

Whatever happened to him, anyway, I earned 100 yuan.

900. It takes less than 10 minutes to travel [-] meters.

Just as Tang Gui stepped into the courtyard, a gust of wind suddenly blew over, and a certain patriarch teased in his ear: "Yo, you're quite trustworthy, I thought you were going to try my tracking talisman to see if it was useful."

Tang Gui ignored him, walked straight into the main hall, took out a bundle of incense from the black bag, took out three sticks and lit it, held the incense to his forehead, bowed three times to the portrait, and then inserted it into the incense burner.

Chu Yang leaned against the door frame of the main hall, and said with satisfaction with a smile on his face: "You little thing, you are quite religious."

After speaking, he floated to the altar, approached the burning incense, and took a sudden breath.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Chu Yang took a few steps back suddenly, covering his mouth and nose with one hand, pointing at the burning incense with the other, and exclaimed, "What is this!"

Tang Gui looked at him blankly, and said, "Xiang."

Chu Yang said angrily: "This ghost thing dares to be called incense!"

Tang Gui felt that the temperature around him dropped suddenly, and knew that the patriarch was angry, so he comforted him, "Sorry, I don't know what kind of incense my grandfather used to enshrine you, since you don't like this, I'll buy another one tomorrow. The fragrance will come back."

Chu Yang waited for so long, how could he calm down because of his words.

Seeing his gloomy face, Tang Gui reopened the black plastic bag and said, "Why don't you take a look at the clothes first?"

Hearing this, Chu Yang's face softened a bit, and the surrounding temperature also rose, but the temperature in the main hall dropped sharply again in the next second. Tang Gui was only wearing short sleeves, and couldn't help shivering. He raised his head and saw A handsome face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Chu Yang pointed to the colorful red shroud in his hand, and asked word by word: "Is this—for—for—me—?"

Seeing that something was wrong, Tang Gui quickly stuffed the shroud back into the black plastic bag, coughed lightly and said, "Why don't you tell me what you like, and I'll buy it accordingly, okay?"

Chu Yang snorted coldly, with a sullen face, completely lost the friendliness he had when he first came.

Just when the two were at a stalemate, a 'gululu' sound suddenly sounded in the hall.

Chu Yang glanced at the source of the voice, saw Tang Gui covering his stomach, raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you hungry too?"

Tang Gui: "Yes."

It was past three o'clock in the afternoon, and he hadn't had lunch yet. He was only focused on shopping just now, and didn't think about eating at all.

"For the sake of your hard work, I will forgive you this time, and next time, I will put you in the incense burner."

Tang Gui: "Yes."

Chu Yang was dissatisfied and said, "You only know this one word?"

"I see."

Afterwards, Tang Gui took out his mobile phone and opened the memo: "Can you tell me what kind of incense my grandfather usually uses to enshrine you?"

Chu Yang was stunned: "I don't know here, you go ask him."

"My grandfather has passed away."

"Then go to the underworld and ask him."

"..."

You are the patriarch, I respect you, but if you want to push your nose and face like this, I...!

call--

"Forget it, I'll look for it myself tomorrow."

At worst, he bought back different types of incense from Wangsheng Street.

"What about the clothes, what do you want?"

Chu Yang pondered for half a second, then turned his gaze to him: "Just the same as yours."

Tang Gui looked down at the clothes on his body which added up to less than 200 yuan, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Ah."

If he had known it was so easy to spend, he wouldn't have spent so much money on shrouds.These two sets cost him less than 2000 yuan, and he doesn't know if he can refund them tomorrow.

After the matter was settled, Tang Gui put the phone in his pocket, put the black plastic bag under the altar, and said, "Then you go to bed early, I'll go back to school first."

Chu Yang was surprised: "You want to go?"

"Ah."

"Don't you live here?"

"No, I'll come back tomorrow after buying some incense."

"No, what if you don't come tomorrow."

Tang Gui stretched out his right hand and said, "Didn't you get a tracking symbol in my palm?"

"That's not okay, I still want to hug you to sleep at night."

I'm sorry, as a person of the generation of the patriarch, please show some face, isn't it embarrassing to say such a big ghost?

"We're both men."

"I know." Chu Yang said indifferently: "But the smell on you is so good, I don't dislike it."

I despise you, pervert!

Tang Gui tried his best to calm down the anger in his heart, and coaxed him patiently: "You have to bear with it, tomorrow I will put the laundry detergent..."

Chu Yang was too lazy to listen to his explanation, so he stepped forward and hugged him, and even leaned over and buried his head on his neck, rubbing against his neck, and said in satisfaction: "It smells so sweet~"

A burst of anger rushed straight into Tang Gui's brain, he no longer cared about angering the ghost in front of him, even if he was torn apart by him in the next second, it didn't seem so scary anymore.

With a cold face, he pushed the ghost away forcefully, and cursed: "Fuck me to death!"