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

Coming out of the old man's neighborhood, the night was as thick as smoke.

Tang Gui was used to working late into the night, but every time he couldn't catch the bus, it made him very helpless.

He looked at the empty road, sighed softly, turned around and asked the ghost next to him: "Chu Yang, can you teleport with me?"

Chu Yang guessed his careful thinking, and threw out two words mercilessly: "No."

"Oh." Tang Gui was not disappointed either. He looked around and said, "Then we can only go back by shared tram."

Taking a taxi is too extravagant for him, since he already went back so late anyway, he doesn't care about being later.

The speed of the small tram was not fast, but the advantage was that it didn't take much effort, just walking forward like this, and on the way he also encountered a ghost.

The person who was seduced was a middle-aged man, he was so drunk that he couldn't even walk steadily, and he kept cursing, expressing his dissatisfaction with some things.

He had no idea that a ghost with a mourning stick appeared not far behind him.

The errand yelled at him: "Zhang Yong."

The drunk man responded subconsciously: "Huh?"

He turned around and found that there was no one behind him, and this person didn't notice anything wrong, and continued to swear and sway forward.

The ghost was getting closer and closer to him, calling his name again: "Zhang Yong."

The drunk man stopped and said angrily, "Who is calling me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a soul chain was added around his neck, and with a little force from the ghost, the soul of the drunk man was pulled out of his body.

But his body seemed to be unaware, and continued to stagger forward. Before walking a few meters, he suddenly covered the position of his heart, and fell to the ground, curled up into a ball.

However, his soul seemed to have not reacted, staring blankly at his body falling down.

Tang Gui watched the ghost take away the ghost of the drunk man, sighed softly, took out his mobile phone and dialed 110, asking them to come over to 'collect the corpse'.

After hanging up the phone, he continued to ride the tram forward. Recalling the scene just now, he couldn't help sighing: "Some people die while walking. It's really unpredictable."

Chu Yang can take it seriously: "Everyone has his own destiny, and in the end he will not end well, and he has done all the bad things in front of him, and he deserves the end."

Tang Gui nodded in agreement, glanced at the backpack in the tram basket from the corner of his eye, and asked Chu Yang, "Then what do you think a man like him who can't control his lower body will be reincarnated into?"

Chu Yang raised his eyebrows: "Of course it meets his preferences."

Before he could react, Chu Yang continued: "The breed of pig is very suitable for him."

Unprepared, Tang Gui burst out laughing, nodded in agreement and said, "It's quite suitable for him. It can satisfy his preferences and benefit the society."

Just kidding, it's impossible for the two of them to really make a decision for King Yan.

On the second day, Tang Gui sent Chen Zhipeng to the nearby Town God's Temple while he was free.

This temple is the address given by my grandfather, who said that the city god here is his immediate boss, and Tang Gui came to send off the little devil, and those errands would take care of him for his sake.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, there were only two or three days left before the start of school.

Tang Gui had to do one more task in the afternoon fortune-telling: explain to everyone that there will be no one in the Taoist temple in the future, so fortune-telling cannot be continued.

Many people expressed their regrets, asking where their friends should go to find them if they want to tell their fortunes, or if they can tell their fortunes online.

Tang Gui refused, so he had no choice but to add them as friends.

On the first day of school, Tang Gui cleaned up his bed and went out to dinner with some roommates at night.

The six of them hadn't seen each other for nearly two months, and they kept talking. Four of their roommates had been working as summer jobs for two months, and they kept pouring bitter water during meals, chatting about their bitter working experience.

Another roommate has a rich family, played games at home decadently for two months, and even got a girlfriend while playing games.

As for Xu Cheng, he never left the Taoist priest with three sentences and his uncle with five sentences.

It may be that his sloppy face finally moved the heavens, and his uncle's attitude relaxed a bit, allowing him to touch things related to Taoism.

So he lived in the Taoist temple throughout the holidays, chanting scriptures and practicing, learning talismans, divination and other homework with other Taoist priests, and he became a serious little Taoist priest.

He also clamored to make a fortune for his roommates, but was ridiculed by everyone, who questioned whether his knowledge could be calculated accurately, and Xu Cheng was so excited that he took out the emperor's money on the spot.

Tang Jirui was much quieter, listening to their chat while eating.

The main reason is that what he experienced was too outrageous, and few people believed it when he said it.

Rather than constantly explaining things in order to convince others, it would be better not to say anything and save a lot of trouble.

In addition, the people in their dormitory chatted one by one, so there was no concern about being left alone, and he could easily be himself.

The six of them hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they were a little agitated. They all drank some wine, even Tang Gui, who had always been a teetotaler, drank two glasses. When he returned to school, he felt a little dizzy.

Maybe it was because Chu Yang was used to staying by his side all the time, but now suddenly without his 'central air conditioner', Tang Gui was not used to it, and felt that the weather was extremely boring.

Tang Gui was using his hand as a fan to fan himself, when Xu Cheng suddenly leaned over and put his arm on Tang Gui's shoulder: "Tang Xiaogui, do you still remember those supernatural events in our school that I mentioned earlier?"

Tang Gui asked back, "What's wrong?"

Xu Cheng suggested, "Why don't we go exploring tonight?"

The three people next to him snorted disdainfully: "Most of the supernatural events in our school are fabricated, you fool really believe it."

"Go, go, you know what. My uncle said that this kind of thing is better to be believed than not to be believed. Who would want to make up their own school to be haunted?"

"These stories must be made up on the basis of reality. I just happened to be practicing the Five Thunder Talisman recently, why don't we try it?"

Tang Gui moved his hand away: "Not interested."

"Tsk." Xu Cheng dissatisfied: "Are you still my good brother?"

Before Tang Gui could answer, several other people couldn't help but said: "Okay, Xu Cheng, don't show off your knowledge, let's talk about it when you really become a celestial master someday."

Xu Cheng said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, I think you are envious and jealous. I call it applying what you have learned. You know nothing."

Tang Gui interrupted their argument: "It's too late, let's go back to the dormitory first."

Although Xu Cheng was reluctant, he still followed them towards the dormitory. He kept complaining about the other people's petty worries on the way. Sun Yiming became impatient and suddenly stopped and touched his neck.

"Hiss~, why do I suddenly feel a chill in my neck?"

When Xu Cheng heard this, he snorted and said angrily, "You just said that I'm showing off, but now it's all right, I'll be punished."

Sun Yiming approached him pretending to be serious: "Okay, don't just laugh, help me find out what's going on?"

A few people hurriedly pulled him to check under the streetlights on the campus. After looking for a long time, they didn't see any problem, but Sun Yiming kept shouting that his neck felt cold.

Tang Gui had dealt with ghosts for a long time, and when he saw him subconsciously, he recited a mantra silently and opened his yin and yang eyes.

The author has something to say: one must say: the best national football!

Then, sleep, good night.