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

Seeing that Tang Gui looked at the phone with a strange expression, Chu Yang wondered, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

He turned off the phone screen, not intending to read any more.

Chu Yang frowned: "Did that man harass and text you again?"

"No."

He has already blocked more than a dozen phone numbers of that psychopath, and set up keywords. As long as these words appear in the content of the text message, they will be directly included in the text message of advertisement, harassment, and harassment without any reminder.

Chu Yang didn't believe it: "Let me see."

Tang Gui: "There's nothing to see."

Chu Yang didn't speak, just hooked his fingers.

Tang Gui had no choice but to unlock the phone and hand it over.

The interface of the mobile phone was still in the post that he had just checked. Chu Yang read it from beginning to end. The more he turned back, the more serious his expression became, and he was laughed out of anger at the end.

"This tone..." Chu Yang tilted his head and said, "It's very similar to those two people at noon."

Tang Gui nodded in agreement: "I think so too."

"It's really stubborn." Chu Yang threw the phone back to him: "If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't be merciful."

"..."

What's with your regretful tone!

Isn't a trip to the police station enough?

If we really strangled them, we would be behind bars instead of on a bus.

He snatched the phone back and said, "Forget it, don't worry about it."

As long as it doesn't affect his normal life, they can post whatever they want.

One person and one ghost staggered like this for more than an hour, and finally arrived at the terminal. By the time they returned to the Taoist temple, the sky had completely darkened.

After running around for a whole day, Tang Gui felt exhausted and had no appetite for dinner, so he simply took a shower and lay down to sleep.

Unaware that he was asleep, a certain ghost sneaked into his room and took his mobile phone away.

What's more, what awaited him the next day was still the "greetings" from the police uncle.

In the West Wing:

Er Cheng looked at the mobile phone on the mahjong table, and looked at the male ghost leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, with a troubled expression on his face.

"Master Patriarch, if we do this, will Master Tang find out tomorrow..."

Chu Yang frowned slightly, so frightened that he swallowed back the words that followed.

"I'll take care of it." Chu Yang raised his chin towards the phone while talking: "Call that person and ask him to come out and meet."

Er Cheng asked, "Where is the appointment?"

Chu Yang: "Whatever."

Er Heng: "What if... what if we can't make an appointment?"

Chu Yang raised his eyelids to look at him, and asked, "What did you say?"

Er Cheng immediately picked up the phone and said, "Come out if you make an appointment, come out if you make an appointment."

As for the three old ghosts, they stood by the wall in a daze like elementary school students who were punished to stand, not daring to speak.

Chu Yang casually pointed to the mahjong table, and said to them, "Sit."

The three shook their heads and waved their hands in unison: "No, no."

When they first came to the Taoist temple, they saw the patriarch playing mahjong with them from time to time, and they thought he was easy to get along with.

But after Master Tang got into trouble with him that time, they realized that whether the Patriarch gets along well or not depends entirely on his mood.

Just like now, they are acutely aware that the Patriarch is in a bad mood.

The phone was dialed, and a middle-aged man's irritable voice came from the phone: "Who is it!"

Er Cheng pretended to be Tang Gui's voice as much as possible and said, "It's me."

"Tang Gui?" The man over there was taken aback for a moment, then changed his tone in an instant: "So it's the Taoist leader, why did you think of calling me?"

Er Cheng: "I want to ask you out for dinner."

The tone of the middle-aged man became excited: "Have you figured it out?"

"Just figure it out, hahahaha, let me tell you how much money you can earn as a Taoist priest, why not follow me, you don't have to worry about food, you don't worry about clothing, and you can have a good time together."

When it came to the end, there was a girl's moaning faintly from the other end of the phone.

The four little ghosts are all people who have experienced love affairs, and immediately understood what he was doing, and couldn't help but blush slightly.

Only Chu Yang, frowning, played with the Labrador doll in his hand.

Er Cheng still hasn't forgotten his purpose: "Then do you plan to continue to have a good time, or come out and have a supper with me?"

The middle-aged man hesitated: "Now?"

"Yeah." Er Cheng chuckled lightly, "Why, do you find it difficult?"

"No embarrassment, no embarrassment, where are you now? I'll pick you up."

There was the sound of a middle-aged man getting up and getting out of bed, and a woman's dissatisfied cry: "Boss Lin, what are you doing~"

After that, Er Cheng reported a random location and hung up the phone.

Chu Yang nodded in satisfaction, and at the same time imitated Tang Gui and flicked the doll's stomach, saying: "Get out."

The belly of the Labrador dog doll came out with wisps of yin energy, and finally condensed into a human form. It was only a half-meter-tall dwarf with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes.

Chu Yang frowned in disgust and said, "You are really ugly."

The little dwarf didn't dare to refute, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed non-stop, shouting in his mouth to beg for mercy from the patriarch!

Chu Yang: "Who is so not picky about food, and a kid like you is taking it for refining?"

The little dwarf just kowtowed and didn't answer.

Chu Yang kicked him on the shoulder and said displeasedly, "I'm asking you something."

"I...I'm not a refined brat." The little dwarf answered honestly, "I'm a ghost belly."

"Ghost belly?" Chu Yang raised his eyebrows: "That female ghost who can't speak is your old lady?"

The little dwarf nodded timidly.

Chu Yang couldn't believe it: "Although the female ghost is average-looking, she wouldn't give birth to such an ugly son as you, would she?"

The little dwarf curled his lips aggrievedly: "I wasn't ugly before, I just became like this after absorbing too much corpse energy."

"I don't care how you become ugly." Chu Yang casually put the doll on the altar, and said to the ugly little ghost, "Go help me punish someone."

Then he pointed to Er Scale and said, "Take it with you."

Er Cheng waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I can't do it, Master Patriarch!"

He is just an ordinary kid, how can he work with the little ghost Lian, without the presence of the patriarch, what if he gets impatient and tears him up?

Chu Yang sneered, and cursed: "You bastard."

"come over."

Er Cheng saw that he didn't look angry, and walked forward slowly.

Chu Yang bowed his head and whispered a few words in his ear, Er Cheng's eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded repeatedly: "Okay!"

He went to pick up the doll excitedly, ready to take the dwarf away.

"Wait a minute." Chu Yang suddenly remembered that what Tang Gui said earlier was not worth it, and said, "Remember not to kill people."

Next morning:

Before Tang Gui woke up, he heard someone shouting outside.

"Is Tang Gui here?"

He got up and got out of bed, pulled on his slippers, rubbed his sore eyes and walked out. When he looked up, he saw two men in police uniforms standing outside the courtyard wall half a person's height.

"Hello officer, I'm Tang Gui, what can I do?"

Seeing that someone really lived here, the two policemen looked at each other, walked in, and showed their police IDs.

"Hello, we suspect that you are related to the car accident last night, please come with us."

"?" Tang Gui looked puzzled: "What car accident?"

"At about eleven o'clock last night, Lin Anyin, director of Wucheng Funeral Home, had a car accident on Shenxing Road. The last call he answered was from you."

Tang Gui took the two policemen to the room where he slept, and explained as he walked: "I fell asleep early yesterday, it can't be me..."

When he saw the empty bedside table, his explanation paused instantly.

Tang Gui thought of a possibility, turned around and walked out of the room, entered the main hall, and knocked on the altar: "Chu Yang, come out."

After the words fell, the patriarch's lazy voice sounded behind him: "Morning!"

Tang Gui turned his head, looked at the patriarch who was still stretching, and asked, "Where's my cell phone?"

Chu Yang showed a puzzled look on his face: "What mobile phone?"

"Don't play dumb, the four old ghosts dare not enter my room casually, let alone touch my things."

Chu Yang covered his mouth and yawned: "I don't dare to go in casually without your consent."

Fart, Tang Gui doesn't believe a single phonetic symbol of this.

Chu Yang pointed to the next door and said, "Those four little devils can testify for me."

"..."

The four brats are so afraid of him, how dare they identify him?

In the yard, the two policemen couldn't see Chu Yang's existence, they could only see Tang Gui talking to himself in the air, angry, angry and helpless.

One of the policemen approached his companion and asked in a low voice, "Is this person out of his mind?"

"Probably, a person with a normal mind, who wants to live here?"

"That's right, looking at the tablet and talking this early in the morning, I feel terrified when I look at it."

"Don't think about it, take him back and talk about it."

In the main hall, Tang Gui continued to press: "If you say it's not you, who could it be?"

"Do you want to say that someone came to the Taoist temple to steal things last night?"

Few people would dare to come to a place like Yanheguan during the day, let alone at night.

Chu Yang shook his head innocently: "I don't know here."

"..."

Seeing that Tang Gui pursed his lips angrily, Chu Yang had to remind him: "Didn't we bring back a refining kid yesterday?"

"Could it be that it stole your phone while we weren't paying attention?"

Hearing this, Tang Gui frowned, looked him over, and asked, "Where's that doll from yesterday?"

Chu Yang touched his pocket and said, "It seems... ran away."

Tang Gui laughed angrily: "Is there any Xiaogui who can escape from your hands?"

Chu Yang blinked, and said innocently: "Maybe it's too powerful."

Faced with such a shameless patriarch who pretended to be stupid, Tang Gui didn't bother to say a word, turned around and walked out of the main hall.

—

Police station, in the interrogation room:

Wang Qingren was also in a complicated mood. The patriarch who disappeared out of thin air and reappeared yesterday left a deep impression on him.

Unexpectedly, only one day had passed, and he saw Tang Gui again.

He glanced at the camera in the interrogation room, and asked him, "This time it won't be again... Grandpa did something wrong, right?"

Tang Gui rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, "I don't know too well."

He was approached by the police before he woke up, and he still hasn't figured out what happened.

Wang Qingren asked: "Where were you from ten o'clock last night to one o'clock in the morning? What did you do? Are there any third-party witnesses?"

"Sleeping in a Taoist temple, there are no witnesses." Tang Gui was silent for half a second, and asked, "Can ghosts be witnesses?"

"..." The policeman in charge of recording suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Wang Qingren acted calmly, shook his head and said: "At present, the patriarch is also in our suspicion, and he is an invalid witness."

It stands to reason that Chu Yang would also be brought over for interrogation, but this suspect is not under their control at all, so they can only give up.

Tang Gui explained: "It's not Chu Yang, it's other little ghosts in the Taoist temple."

"!!!"

Not only was the police officer in charge of recording shocked, but even Wang Qingren, who was on guard, showed a shocked expression.

"You... there is more than one ghost in your Taoist temple, Patriarch?"

"En." Tang Gui nodded: "Besides him, there are four more."

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