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

Chu Yang was thinking wildly when the door of the main hall made a sound, and he disappeared instantly.

Tang Gui approached the main hall and looked around the empty room.

Seeing that the other party was looking for him, Chu Yang raised the corner of his mouth unconsciously, and let out a soft hum in his nasal cavity.

He watched Tang Gui walk to the altar and reach for the incense sticks in the incense box, the smile on his mouth gradually deepened, and he felt a little smug in his heart.

Just to put it bluntly, it couldn't be his fault at all. Tang Gui had wronged him first, and after so many days of stalemate, why didn't he take the initiative to come over and apologize.

However, the next second, his smile froze on his face.

A certain person had no intention of apologizing to him at all, took a dozen sticks of incense sticks, turned around and left!

Then, his cold voice came from the yard outside: "Come here, you guys, have a good meal today."

Tang Gui inserted the incense stick into the corner of the wall, and before he could light it, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew up behind him, and a sullen and displeased voice from a certain patriarch came from his ear: "This is my thing!"

The five little ghosts were just about to get closer, but when they heard this, they immediately hid behind Tang Gui, trembling, not daring to breathe.

Tang Gui frowned: "Isn't there still a lot in the incense box?"

"No matter how much it is, it's mine. I'll see who dares to touch it without my permission."

Chu Yang who said this is simply like an unreasonable, selfish and domineering child.

Tang Gui suppressed the fire and asked him: "Then may I ask the patriarch to share some incense sticks for Xiaobin and them to satisfy their hunger?"

"No."

"..." Tang Gui asked, "How can I do it?"

Chu Yang looked at him, pursed his lips and did not answer.

Tang Gui also looked at him with a calm face.

Seeing the two confronting each other, the five little ghosts persuaded in a low voice, "Master Tang, it doesn't matter if we don't eat."

"Yes, we are ghosts, we won't starve to death even if we don't eat for a long time."

The other three little ghosts were also planning to speak up, but they were frightened by the cold eyes of the patriarch standing at the entrance of the main hall and stopped talking.

Hearing the sensible speech of the five little ghosts, Tang Gui held his temper again and explained: "Today's Zhongyuan Festival, the underworld amnesty, I just want to give them a little celebration, the patriarch, your prime minister, should not be with them Is the little devil fussing about everything?"

Chu Yang sneered: "Since I know it's the Hungry Ghost Festival, why don't I see you celebrate it for me?"

Tang Gui: "..."

Is this anger or jealousy?

"How would you like to celebrate?" he asked.

Chu Yang choked, feeling more angry in his heart, pursed his lips, turned coldly, and went into the room.

With a "bang", the door of the main hall closed heavily, indicating the displeasure of those who closed the door.

The courtyard was silent for a few seconds, Tang Gui squatted down and lit incense and said, "You guys come over to eat."

The five little ghosts looked at the closed door of the main hall in fear, and asked, "Can... eat?"

"Ah."

As Tang Gui lit the incense sticks one by one, the scent of the incense came out, and the eyes of the five little ghosts lit up.

Seeing that each of them looked satisfied, Tang Gui unconsciously ticked the corners of his mouth, stood up and looked towards the roadside in the distance.

Under the dim street lights, ghosts could be vaguely seen intertwined, and then looked back at the closed door of the main hall, looked back, turned and met the bedroom.

Half a minute later, he came out with a set of clothes that hadn't been removed, which he bought casually when he passed by a men's clothing store when he went grocery shopping.

At that time, Tang Gui immediately took a fancy to the suit worn by the male model in the window, and thought it suited Chu Yang very well.

He originally wanted to exchange this set of clothes when he needed Chu Yang's help that day, but now it seems that he can only give it out as a gift during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the main hall.

Chu Yang sat on the altar angrily, looking at the incense in the incense box with a gloomy face.

He suddenly felt that he was so kind to Tang Gui that he didn't have the slightest respect for him.

If it goes on like this, someone will climb on top of him and make trouble soon.

Thinking back a few months ago, when Tang Gui saw him for the first time, although his attitude was colder and more distant than now, he still treated him respectfully and politely, and would come to the main hall every day to bow to him and call out Patriarch.

It's good now, since he knew that he can light incense, he hasn't been to the main hall much.

Not to mention when did the other party always call him Chu Yang, Chu Yang.

Unless it is a last resort and you need to ask him to do something, don't even want to hear Tang Gui call yourself Patriarch.

The more Chu Yang thought about it, the more angry he became, and for the first time, he thought of arresting him and beating him violently.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

There was a knock on the door outside the main hall, and then someone pushed it away from the outside.

Chu Yang thought that he was coming to get things again, and his already gloomy face became even colder.

Tang Gui stepped in, seeing Chu Yang staring at him with an ugly face, he put the iron basin in his hand on the ground, threw the suit and the nameplate with Chu Yang's name on it and lit it.

During this period, no one spoke first, until the clothes were completely burned to ashes, Tang Gui sat down on the futon next to him, and said slowly: "I misunderstood you about the doll before and didn't get your consent just now. I took your incense, I'm sorry, I won't do it next time."

"I think this suit is very suitable for you. I originally wanted to burn it to you later, so let me treat it as a present for my apology."

"In a few days, I will send the old ghost and Xiaobin to reincarnate, and in about half a month, I will start school."

"At that time, I will move back to the school dormitory. You are the only one left in this Taoist temple. You don't have to worry about someone using your incense, the sound of mahjong is very loud, there are many people outside, and so on. I will come to see you on Saturday and Sunday , and I hope you can wait for the master to come soon."

Chu Yang frowned: "What do you mean?"

Tang Gui stared at him blankly, and said after a long time, "Chu Yang, I don't know what your previous life was like."

"But I have been educated since I was a child to obey the law and be kind to others."

"Although because of my family background and my personality, I have never had many friends, but this does not affect my need to be lenient with others. After getting along during this period of time, I thought that although you have a bad temper and an arrogant personality, your heart is not good. Bad, at least it has been good to me, and I try to treat you as a friend."

"But now I realize that I was wrong. Just like what Grandpa Wang said, for a refined brat, killing is something engraved in your bones and cannot be easily erased. I haven't experienced your experience, and I don't want to criticize and judge you." It’s right and wrong.”

"But I can't accept a friend who kills someone for a single disagreement."

"If the other party is a wicked ghost, and you torture and kill at will, I have nothing to say. Xiaobin has been with us for a few days. You should know whether it has any malicious intentions. Just because I wronged you with a word, it will fly to ashes." Annihilation, this is wrong."

"...I even wonder if you will tear me apart when you are in a bad mood."

Chu Yang pursed his lips, stared at him for a long time, and disappeared without saying a last word.

Tang Gui stared at the wooden sign and stayed alone for a while, then went back to his room, and the conversation ended so unhappy.

In the West Palace.

The four old ghosts sat on the mahjong table, resting their chins on their hands, with sad faces.

Xiao Bin also sat cross-legged on the altar, sighing, and finally Er Cheng couldn't help but said, "Why are you moaning?"

Xiao Bin: "It's all my fault. If I hadn't been too curious to touch that little doll, Master Tang wouldn't have wronged Patriarch, and the matter wouldn't have come to this point."

Middle-aged female ghost: "Oh, Master Tang looks indifferent, but he is actually very affectionate, otherwise he wouldn't have left the four of us in the first place."

Old ghost: "Yes, we play here every day. Mahjong, we quarreled with the patriarch a few times, and it was Master Tang who interceded for us. Even he himself ran out of the yard to read. In fact, he can completely stop us playing mahjong."

Old Xiong: "I don't even want to leave after hearing what you said."

"I don't want to go." Xiao Bin sniffed, "Except for my mother, Master Tang is the best person to me."

The old ghost suggested: "Why don't we stay here, although we will suffer a little in front of the Patriarch, but with the protection of Master Tang, the Patriarch will not really make us lose our heads."

"Look at how angry the Patriarch is today. He didn't touch Master Tang. It can be seen that Master Tang is a very special person to him."

"Besides, it's really hard to find a place where you can eat, drink, play mahjong, and chat every day."

Er Cheng poohed him: "I think you old ghost is just taking advantage of mahjong, and you don't even want your life. It's not like you didn't see it when the patriarch beat Xiao Bin. If Master Tang came a step later, it will Little lives are gone!"

"In case Master Tang is not around one day, we angered the Patriarch..."

He didn't say anything more about the latter words.

The old ghost bowed his head and remained silent.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

The next day, Hungry Ghost Festival.

The sky is gloomy and the temperature is dull, just like the mood of one person with several ghosts.

It is also rare to see no one outside the Taoist temple.

Tang Gui got up as usual, washed up, had breakfast, and then took the subway to Wangsheng Street to buy a lot of candle money and gold foil.

At noon, he sat in his room and folded ingots, this time more than last time, with six sacks full.

In the afternoon, he continued to read, and went for a walk outside the Taoist temple when he was tired.

Although the western suburbs are remote, I have to say that the environment here is very good. The roads are wide and flat, the trees are luxuriant, and the surroundings are quiet. Except for shopping and transportation, everything else is very comfortable.

After the stroll, he sat back at the desk and continued to read and draw symbols.

Grandpa said that hunting ghosts is a very dangerous thing, and if you are not careful, you will die.

The previous few times because of Chu Yang's presence, he didn't feel too thrilling.

But now that the relationship between the two is so stiff, Chu Yang probably won't help him anymore in the future. He has to learn more and improve himself, so as not to be like that time when he met a female ghost at school, without even the slightest resistance, and his life would be lost. Can't keep it.

In the afternoon, Tang Gui took joss stick paper money to the cemetery.

Many people came to offer sacrifices today, and many of them sat by the tombstone, chatted with the "people" under the tombstone, and reported their life progress for a year to their relatives.

But Tang Gui only said eight words the whole time.

"I am coming."

"I'm very good."

"gone."

After finishing speaking, he really left behind a pile of burnt incense paper ashes, got up and left.

It may be that Tang Gui knows that his parents and grandma now have their own homes, and facing the tombstone, his mood is not as low as imagined.

Coming out of the cemetery, the sky began to rain lightly. Tang Gui rode a small electric scooter and walked slowly in the rain. Along the way, he met many wandering lonely ghosts, each of them skinny, lifeless.

In the evening, after dinner, Tang Gui took another bundle of incense sticks and put them in the washbasin by the roadside, and gave them to the little ghosts passing by.

After that, he carried a bag of gold ingots folded in the afternoon into the East Side Hall.

On weekdays, the door of the East Side Hall is seldom opened. Inside is the tablet set up by grandpa for parents and grandma. After grandpa passed away, Tang Gui also put his tablet on it.

Tang Gui burned the gold ingot along with the nameplate with his grandfather's name on it.

It may be that grandpa was too poor when he was alive, and Tang Gui always worried that he would worry about money again after he did a job.

Not only the grandfather, but also the five old ghosts, each with a sack of gold ingots. I hope that after leaving in a few days, they can be allowed to run around underground and strive to vote for a good family.

At night, Tang Gui was squatting in the yard and burning five ingots for the old ghost, when there was a low whimpering sound from outside the Taoist temple.

He heard the sound and looked around, vaguely saw a lot of little ghosts surrounded by the roadside, each of them hiding far away, staring longingly at the washbasin with incense, as if they wanted to eat but dared not approach.

Tang Gui thought, this is the Street Fighter among the little devils?

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