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

Tang Gui pushed him away again and asked, "Are you seriously injured?"

During the fight just now, his white t-shirt was covered in blood, which was really scary.

Now his clothes have been changed back to the original dark red gold-plated robes, covering his whole body tightly, but no injuries can be seen on his body.

Chu Yang shook his head: "Not heavy."

Tang Gui didn't believe it, he pulled his wrist and lifted his sleeve to check, only to see that his arm was full of wounds, and his heart ached.

"You were merciful just now, because you were afraid that I would be angry?"

Chu Yang murmured, and wanted to withdraw his arm, but was stopped by Tang Gui: "Don't move."

He took out a cotton swab, dipped it in anti-inflammatory medicine, and helped him treat the wound.

In fact, medicine for living people is useless to ghosts, but Chu Yang couldn't bear to interrupt when he saw how serious Tang Gui was applying the medicine to himself.

Forget it, just follow him.

"Thank you." Tang Gui wrapped him in gauze, "Actually, I'm to blame for being too soft-hearted, but thinking about You Qiqi and Zhou Jiangxing are also victims, once their souls are broken, they will have no possibility of reincarnation."

"Ah."

Chu Yang was in a good mood at the moment, no matter what Tang Gui said, he didn't refute, his obedient appearance made Tang Gui's heart soften, he couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his head, and said: "But in the future Ensure your own safety first, and then do good deeds, I..."

"I don't want anything to happen to you."

Hearing this, Chu Yang's eyes flickered, and he stared straight at Tang Gui. Seeing his gradually reddened ear tips, he finally couldn't hold back and rushed forward.

Tang Gui was taken aback by his sudden movement, and lay on the bed with his entire upper body, the wound on his back rubbed against the sheet, causing him to gasp in pain.

"hiss--"

Chu Yang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately sat up straight.

Tang Gui also propped himself up and sat up, turned his head to look at the sheets, saw that there were a lot of blood stains on them, and sighed softly: "Tomorrow I have to wash the sheets again."

Chu Yang ignored the issue of the bed sheet, turned his upper body around, saw the wound on his back clearly, and frowned into the word 'Chuan'.

Tang Gui asked, "Is the back injury serious?"

Chu Yang murmured, imitating his technique just now, took a cotton swab, and applied the sticky medicine to the wound.

His hand was very light, and the ointment felt cool when applied, but suppressed the burning pain.

Chu Yang looked at the extra blood marks on his fair back, his heart ached, and he murmured in a low voice, "I blame me for not protecting you well."

Hearing this, Tang Gui's body froze, his thin lips gradually tightened, and his upper hand, which was propped on the bed, clenched unconsciously.

'I didn't protect you well. '

Tang Gui hadn't heard such words for a long time. For some reason, his eyes suddenly felt a little sore, but he quickly suppressed this emotion, and replied in a flat tone: "It's okay."

The wound was wrapped in gauze, wrapping around his lean and slender waist.

Tang Gui noticed Chu Yang's kind eyes and got up to go to the closet to get some clothes to put on.

Chu Yang didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he pressed the corner of the bath towel wrapped around him, Tang Gui got up together, and the bath towel slipped off his body instantly.

In an instant, the room was silent.

Tang Gui reached for the bath towel, but before he touched it, he heard the door close with a bang.

At noon, Taoist Song Feng was cooking, when he saw Tang Gui sitting in the shade with the sheets in his arms, washing.

He asked casually: "Little fellow daoist, is there blood stains on your bed sheet too?"

Tang Gui mumbled.

Daoist Song Feng sighed: "I slept too hard last night, and when I woke up just now, I saw a lot of blood oozing from the sheets. After lunch, I have to wash them again."

Tang Gui hummed again.

Daoist Song Feng only thought that he had just woken up and didn't want to talk. He didn't notice that the ear tips of the bed sheet washers were so red that they were about to bleed.

Tang Gui rubbed the bed sheet vigorously, thinking it was some hateful ghost.

At this moment, Daoist Song Feng came out again and asked, "Young fellow Daoist."

Tang Gui interrupted him: "Master Song Feng should call me Tang Gui."

"Oh, good." Song Feng changed his address: "Tang Gui, last night... was that little ghost who fought with some ghosts also adopted by you?"

"No." Although he was reluctant, Tang Gui still introduced: "That is our patriarch." Song Feng was surprised: "Patriarch?"

That young kid turned out to be the patriarch!

"Is it... the one enshrined by the incense in the main hall?"

"Ah."

"Tsk, I was disrespectful, wait a moment, I will take a bath and burn incense to apologize to the patriarch!"

After Song Feng finished speaking, he turned and went back to the kitchen. When he reached the door, he paused, poked out half of his head, and said, "By the way, I heard that your voice is still hoarse. It must be because you were pinched by that wizard last night. Let me make you a bowl of rock sugar pear water to drink."

Tang Gui's hand rubbing the bed sheet paused, he pursed his lips tightly, and rubbed vigorously again, as if he had a blood feud with the bed sheet.

After breakfast, Tang Gui went back to his room.

Song Feng wiped his body clean, burned incense and sat quietly for a while, and then entered the main hall. When he saw the person in the portrait, he couldn't help sighing, young and handsome.

After burning incense, Song Feng went back to the room and took out the sheets to wash off the blood. Afterwards, he meditated in the room and went to practice Tai Chi in the woods, spending the whole afternoon.

In the evening, Daoist Song Feng came out of the room to prepare dinner. Seeing the closed door of the room on the west side, he sighed in his heart. When the little fellow Taoist fought with the wizard last night, he must have tried his best to make it so hard.

If Tang Gui heard this, he would go to the main hall angrily and smash Chu Yang's tablet.

Tang Gui was sleepy and tired, he caught up on sleep all afternoon, and when he woke up, it was already dark outside.

Taoist Song Feng left him rice in the pot, which was still warm. After dinner, Tang Gui told him about his going back to school tomorrow morning, and asked him to heal his wounds in the Taoist temple.

Tang Gui was also worried that he would have nothing to eat, so he deliberately left a sum of money.

Song Feng refused to take it no matter what, and finally Tang Gui asked him to help buy the missing things in the Taoist temple. If he had time, he would go to Wangsheng Street to buy a new set of clothes for [-] and them. If there were any leftovers, he would give them to the old ghosts. Four sets were added, and Song Feng reluctantly accepted it.

The next morning, Tang Gui got up early, put on his backpack, and took the subway back to school.

Because of a certain ghost's wild night, his back hurts, as if he had fought with someone.

As for the ghost who 'fighted', he was in a good mood these two days after eating the meat he had been thinking about for a long time, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

In Tang Gui's eyes, he was really angry and helpless, and he scolded him like a villain!

Back at school, when the roommates saw that he was wrapped with a lot of new gauze, they couldn't help but come up and ask what happened to him at this time?

Xu Cheng served him tea attentively and tried every means to get the whole story out of his mouth.

Tang Gui didn't hide it this time. He beat the bald wizard to life, was arrested at the police station, and retaliated at the door.

"I'm going to draw the soul of life, just listening to it is very perverted."

"It's not just a pervert, it's completely devoid of conscience. This kind of person has ruined countless families, and he deserves to die."

Sun Yiming specifically warned: "Tang Xiaogui, you often deal with perverts who suck people's souls, but you must first protect your own safety."

Others followed suit: "Yes, if you encounter danger, you should protect yourself first."

Chu Yang, who was sitting on the upper bunk listening to a few people chatting, said confidently: "With me here, how could he have something to do."

It's a pity that other people couldn't hear it at all, and Tang Gui, the only one who could hear it, ignored him at all.

"En." Tang Gui nodded in agreement.

After that, Xu Cheng and the others were allowed to chat and discuss, and lay down to rest by themselves.

As for Chu Yang, he does what he likes and doesn't bother to talk to him.

The fighting some time ago really exhausted Tang Gui. Except for class this week, he was lying in the dormitory to catch up on sleep, but nothing happened.

Oh no, some little things.

A certain dog who has been prescribed meat, has sex at night, clings to him in various ways and wants to 'exercise'.

Tang Gui disagreed, and he didn't force it, but kept sticking to Tang Gui's side, sniffing at his neck, making Tang Gui, who was always good-tempered and patient, couldn't help but want to beat him up.

On this Friday, other people in the dormitory went out to run dates and play games as usual.

Xu Cheng sat in the dormitory, listening to the "Qing Jing Sutra" and practicing the Five Thunder Talisman.

In fact, he also held his breath in his heart, thinking that Tang Gui could do something, why couldn't he?

So recently he cut off most of the friendship activities, and stayed in the dormitory to draw talismans honestly. Recalling that night when Tang Gui threw out such talisman papers without blinking his eyes, he was not too handsome.

Now he is also learning the rules of the Tang Dynasty. Except for the study time every day, he spends all his time on reading scriptures, practicing drawing talismans, reciting incantations and other things.

After a few days, he just wanted to complain, Tang Gui is so fucking perverted!

How could he persist in such a boring and boring life for so many years?

But in order to become a Taoist priest, Xu Cheng intends to grit his teeth and persevere.

In fact, a few years ago, he thought about becoming a Taoist priest, but he was not as determined as he is now. After the summer vacation, he changed his mind.

During the summer vacation, when he found out that Tang Gui was a little Taoist priest, he was surprised and curious, and always asked him various strange questions. If he didn’t answer, he would go to the Taoist temple and ask his grandfather, uncle, or them. apprentice.

I learned a lot of strange things from it. Several times he even secretly followed the brothers who were sent out to do tasks, but was caught by his uncle, so he simply stalked him. The more he learned, Xu Cheng thought Being a Taoist priest has stronger beliefs.

He was working hard at drawing talismans when the bedroom door opened and Tang Gui walked in with a dark face.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Xu Cheng wondered.

"It's okay." Tang Gui picked up the backpack from the bed in a slightly cold tone, and said to Xu Cheng, "I'll go back to the Taoist temple for two days."

"Oh, good." Xu Cheng responded without paying attention, and suddenly thought of something and said: "Wait a minute!"

"Ok?"

"Do you still have the Five Thunder Talisman you drew last time? I want to study it."

"No."

Xu Cheng was disappointed: "Oh, that's fine."

"But I can draw one for you now."

As Tang Gui said, he walked over, grabbed the pen in his hand, and skillfully and quickly drew a talisman on a piece of blank talisman paper.

It was the first time Xu Cheng saw him draw talismans on the spot, and he couldn't help but marvel: "I'll go, brother, you..."

Tang Gui put the pen back into his hand, patted his shoulder, and said: "Practice makes perfect, you work hard!"

Walking out of the dormitory, Tang Gui's face turned cold again, and he gave Chu Yang a smug look.

Just now, just now!

Tang Gui was sitting in the library reading a book, and Chu Yang was like some kind of animal with desire, desire, dissatisfaction, and satisfaction, constantly rubbing against him, shouting that he was hungry and wanted to go back to the Taoist temple to eat incense.

Tang Gui was not stupid, how could he fail to see his carelessness, so he told him to go back by himself.

This dog is also quite good at pretending to be stupid, saying that he doesn't know the way back.

Tang Gui asked him how he came here every time?

He said that the jade plaque was used as a medium to pass it on directly.

Tang Gui said that you can't use the tablet as a medium to pass it back directly?

Chu Yang replied: No.

……

The two couldn't stop arguing, Tang Gui originally thought it would be fine to ignore him, but who knew that he was yelling endlessly beside him, it was so loud that it made people irritated, he didn't look like a patriarch at all

Tang Gui felt that if he stayed any longer, this person might have a 'live broadcast' in the library.

Tang Gui walked quickly towards the downstairs of the dormitory. Before his hand touched the handrail, his waist suddenly tightened, and his eyes suddenly blurred. By the time he realized it, he had already arrived at the gate of the campus.

"Chu-Yang!"

He gritted his teeth and spit out two words.

Chu Yang didn't feel that he had done something wrong, and said with an innocent face: "It's faster this way."

"If you mess around again, I won't go back!"

Fortunately, there were few people in the place where they appeared, otherwise they would cause panic if they were seen.

"Okay." Chu Yang said reluctantly, "Got it."

Maybe he was worried that Tang Guizhen would not return to the Taoist temple in anger, but Chu Yang was much more honest on the way back.

More than an hour later, Tang Gui came out from the subway exit of Yanhe Station.

Seeing that there was no one around, Chu Yang leaned over to Tang Gui and asked, "There is no one now, is that okay?"

"Do not……"

Before he finished speaking, Tang Gui was already standing at the entrance of the Taoist Temple.

"..."

Chu Yang just pretended that he didn't see the white eyes he threw over, and dragged him to the main hall, complaining in his mouth: "Last time you said you would burn incense for me in the morning, but you didn't fulfill it at all."

Tang Gui finally couldn't help but swear: "You fucking have the nerve to say it!"

Did he not want to cash in!

After being tossed and tossed by him until dawn, people almost disappeared, what a fart!

The door of the main hall was opened, Chu Yang led him to the incense table, twisted out three Baiyin incense sticks from inside, stuffed them into Tang Gui's hands, lit the fire again, turned over and sat on the altar, and looked at Tang Gui expectantly.

"..."

Tang Gui looked at the incense in his hand, then glanced at the other's slender white hand, and kept tapping on the altar table, showing his inner anxiety.

The more anxious Chu Yang became, the calmer Tang Gui became.

He took two steps back, stood in front of the futon, made three bows respectfully and politely, and was just about to kneel down, when Chu Yang stopped him: "Don't kneel."

Tang Gui snorted, and was not polite to him, he sat casually on the futon, and started chatting with him as usual.

"It's been a long time since I came here to offer incense to the Patriarch."

A certain ghost next to him answered immediately: "Yes, it's been a long time."

His tone was full of grievances.

"I'll pay attention next time."

"uh-huh."

"The ancestor's incense case table looks a bit old, it seems that the time is not short."

"I don't care about that."

"The room is also a bit dirty. I don't know if the old ghosts are just playing mahjong and being lazy."

"..."

"Is Daoist Song Feng not at home? We made such a big commotion just now, and he didn't come out."

"..."

"Old ghosts, aren't they playing mahjong now? Why don't they hear the sound of mahjong playing?"

"..."

"The weather is sunny today, but there is wind. I don't know if it will be tomorrow."

"..."

It can be seen that Tang Gui is really not good at finding topics.

After the chat, Chu Yang didn't bother to pick it up.

However, he babbled and babbled until the three sticks of incense were burned.

Tang Gui got up and wanted to go to the incense box to get three more incense sticks to light, but before he could touch them, the door of the main hall suddenly closed.

There was a slight coolness on his back through the thin shirt, and he was squeezed by the incense table, and there was a slight tingling in his ears.

"Dog, you did it on purpose."

The author has something to say: Chu Yang: Starved to death!

Tang Gui: ...you are a fucking animal!

Today is so thick, it is the result of my hard work! (Akimbo, croaking)

ps: Dogs are nicknames and pet names, not really curses (you can see my desire to survive!)

I want to send red envelopes to everyone, but I am too poor, so let me give you twenty.

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