After breaking off the marriage, my ancestors became my golden fingers

"Gu Lan was born in a famous and powerful family. At the age of six, he was selected by the Tianyan sect, the state religion of the dynasty, and was accepted under his sect. At the age of 13, he calculated the date of the death of his teacher Tianyan Daoist. If you don't kill him, you will be proclaimed emperor."

"At the age of 19, he was granted the title of General You. He firmly defended the thirteen cities in northern Xinjiang, and refused to keep barbarians outside the Great Wall. All ethnic groups in the grassland were terrified when they heard the news, saying that he had the fairy art of calling the wind and rain, and sowing beans into soldiers. He dared not invade for ten years. He was granted the title of Zhenbei King .”

"At the age of 21, he assisted King Di to ascend the throne for his meritorious service, and was awarded the title of "One-word Side-by-side King". He accepted Gu Lan's suggestion to change the year name to "Taiping".However, Gu Lan has no intention of ruling and opposing the government, retreats to monasticism, establishes "Qianji Pavilion" to rectify religious affairs.Was conferred the title of "Taiping National Teacher" by Xuan Chengzu..."

"From a Taoist priest who seeks immortality wholeheartedly, to a mighty general king in the northern border, to a national teacher who is indifferent to the government and the public, what happened in Gu Lan's life? Is there really a fairy art in the world?"

"Because the information is incomplete and the official history of the Xuan Dynasty is even more vague, we can only deduce the truth from the clues..."

The author of this book was obviously trying to gain attention and entertain the public. It was well-founded in the front, but it was fabricated and groundless in the back. It made Chen Yunquan's hair stiff after reading it. No wonder he didn't finish reading it last time.

Chen Yun rubbed his swollen temples, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow out of the corner of his eye.

The shadow flashed very fast, and when he suddenly turned his head to look, it was clear that there was nothing there, only the target he used to practice darts hanging on the wall.

Chen Yun frowned.

It seems that the brain oppression has become serious again?Ghosts started to appear.

Chen Yun put away the third-rate reading materials at the local stall, and planned to go to the prison to visit the prison another day, and ask a few second-class dealers who "traveled" the cultural relics of the Xuan Dynasty.He has plenty of resources for this.

He reopened a letter and began to write his suicide note.

That's right, on the day when he was kidnapped unfortunately, he was writing a suicide note in his room.

When a person is about to die, his words are also kind.Chen Yun has never been a good person for a day in his life, nor has he made good contributions to society like his grandfather. The property he left behind is very simple, just this room, a pile of books, and a few pots of flowers left by his grandfather.

He originally planned to sell the house and books and donate them to build Hope Primary School in his hometown.This is also my grandfather's regret during his lifetime.

As for those potted flowers, he had planned to transplant them in front of his tomb, as long as they could survive, but now there are only fragments left, so they can be buried directly.

It's all right now, with the extra 500 million that the idiot took advantage of.

About 50 to 500 yuan can build one primary school, and [-] million yuan can build ten schools, and maybe a fund can be established...

Chen Yun's pen stopped suddenly.

He felt a bone-deep chill in the back of his spine, and the sixth sense alarm bell rang.

He was keenly aware that there was a person standing behind him at some point, as if he was quietly looking down at what he wrote.

Chen Yun took the phone calmly, trying to get a picture of the person behind him through the dark screen.

No.

There was nothing behind him, nothing.

However, at this moment, a voice that was as cold as a thin ice was broken and the fog and snow cleared the sky sounded in his ears:

"Are you looking for me?"

Chen Yun's hair stood on end, and he exerted the calmness he had cultivated for many years and used all his strength to manage not to jump up from the chair in fright.

He turned his head calmly.

A face that was so handsome and perfect that it was fabricated by the gods and melted by frost and snow appeared in front of him.

The slender phantom in front of him is translucent, dressed in ancient white clothes, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a calm expression, his cold eyes seem to fall on him, and seem to be looking at the remote void, like an ancient well that has been silent for thousands of years.

Chen Yun was silent for a moment, then asked politely, "Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going?"

Undoubtedly, after being baptized by Feng's family during the day, Chen Yun was sure that it was a ghost.

Before he left Feng's house, in view of his special physique, Mr. Feng even specifically explained to him what to do if he hit a ghost.

People have their own laws, and ghosts have their own restrictions.

Except for the red-clothed ghosts, green-clothed evil ghosts, and yellow-clothed ghosts, most of the ghosts in other colors are not malicious, and they probably just entered by mistake.

As long as you wake up with "who, where, where to go", you can usually leave.

What Chen Yun asked just now was the standard three questions in ghosts.

However, that handsome ghost had an indifferent face, with Chen Yun's familiar condescension in his deep eyebrows, and he turned his back on the guest and said, "Child, who are you? Why are you here? What are you going to do?"

This ghost is not controlled by the Three Questions in the Ghost!Can I ask him the other way around?

what's the situation?

and……

Chen Yun's back teeth were ringing.

The ghost's expression and tone reminded him of the unpleasant memories on the plane.

No, this ghost is even more innocent than Gu Xingze. His eyes are higher than the top, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Could it be that he was beaten to death in his previous life?

Chen Yun's expression remained unchanged, his fingers rested on the phone interface, and relying on his memory, he typed the word "help" to Feng Migui.

The ghost suddenly looked at the phone, and said calmly, "Oh? So it's not Yin-Yang Jian, but a communication talisman?"

"The Feng family in Fengdu, a family of ghost masters." The ghost thought for a while, then nodded and said: "Very good, let's call him to see me."

……

Under the frosty moonlight, the ghost stood in the middle of the courtyard with his hands behind his back.Old man Feng leaned on a cane and stood opposite.

Chen Yun and Feng Buwei stood side by side, and the ghosts behind them trembled, whispering into Chen Yun's ears:

"It's such a strong ghost."

"It's even more vicious than the 'Red Ghost', I'm almost out of breath. "

"Hey, have you seen the "Red Ghost"? "

"I haven't seen you before? You are so scared that you lie on the ground and you still want to fight me!"

Feng Bugui groaned secretly, and said in a low voice: "Stop arguing, you are all stronger than me, okay? Big brother and big sister, didn't you see that grandpa took out all the family-inherited instruments?"

Chen Yun asked in a low voice: "What is the origin of this ghost? So dragging?"

Feng Buhui whispered: "The cultivation base is so strong, he must have been a Taoist in his lifetime. Taoist monks, with their merits and virtues, can usually enter reincarnation early. Like him, if he still has his soul alive, or he is obsessed with it. If you think too much, take the initiative to stay. Or else..."

Feng Bugui swallowed, and lowered his voice: "Or else he was forged into a magic weapon and forced to retain his soul."

Chen Yun raised her eyebrows: "Didn't Xuanmen claim to be the righteous way, and there are still people who use soul refining magic weapons?"

Feng Buduo's expression flashed a little complicated, and he said vaguely: "The right way, huh... the government must strictly prohibit it, but bad guys are everywhere. And thousands of years ago, the spiritual energy had not yet dissipated. Gu Chenbi was in charge of the "Qianji Pavilion", and the monks at that time were stronger than they are now. Many, and the situation is more complicated. "

Chen Yun was about to ask again, when all the ghosts behind suddenly interjected quietly: "It's not right, you don't allow us to talk, why do you allow this handsome guy to ask questions! Something is wrong with you!"

Feng BuTui blushed, and made a gesture to break them up: "Shut up...shut up!"

In the middle of the courtyard, old man Feng held the Celestial Master's sword staff in his hand, and said solemnly: "The 1th generation successor of the Feng family in Xiafengdu, Feng Weiguo. Dare I ask you, senior, why did you stay in this world?"

Ordinary ghosts are alive, unified with the clothes given by heaven, and are distinguished by four colors of red, green, yellow and white.

However, the robe on the ghost's body was shining with silver light under the cold moonlight, and the crane pattern was fully visible, independent of the rules of heaven, and the black hair was loose, without compromising the temperament of the master.

He pondered slightly, and the crowd and ghosts waited with bated breath.

The ghost said arrogantly: "Forgot."

Everyone: "..."

Old Man Feng: "Then dare to ask Senior, what was his name during his lifetime?"

The ghost turned his head: "I also forgot."

He flicked his sleeves and said calmly: "I called you here to ask you about the Fengdu clan, why do you ask me instead?"

The corners of Chen Yun and the others' mouths twitched when they heard this. How dare this ghost put on such a big air, as if he was going to kick the door and prepare to destroy the door, but he was also confused, not knowing what he was doing.Isn't this funny?

Ghost holding hands: "It's useless to talk too much. The Feng family has no successors. You are too weak. What about your Feng family's ghost seal? Call Fengdu Hades to come out and ask questions."

Old man Feng fell silent suddenly.

Feng Bugui raised his hand tremblingly, and explained: "If you go back to the senior, our family's ghost seal has... been confiscated by the Special Investigation Bureau, er, the Qianji Pavilion."

The ghost frowned, murderous: "Take it back."

Except for Chen Yun, everyone and all the ghosts were ashamed.

Does that mean you can take it back?Do you think the Special Investigation Bureau is your back garden? !

Old Man Feng let out a long sigh, stepped forward and said, "If you don't mind, can I let this junior try the soul test?"

The Feng family's soul test can remind ghosts of some of their past events.

Ghost: "Yes."

Old Man Feng concentrated his energy and concentration, and a halo of light suddenly formed between his brows.He raised his middle index finger and pointed the light wheel to where the ghost was!

Chen Yun's pupils dilated slightly.This is the second time he has seen the magic of Xuanmen techniques, and it still shocks him.

The ghost was shrouded in a golden halo, and his eyes were slightly closed.

The sky and the earth shook, and the mountains and rivers resonated.

Suddenly, a thin ray of light split from the ghost's slender fingers and extended towards Chen Yun.

Immediately afterwards, the grand light that covered the sky and the moon was suddenly withdrawn, and all of it sank into Chen Yun's wrist!

The ghost suddenly opened his eyes.

Everyone was silent and looked at Chen Yun in shock.

Chen Yun raised his left hand blankly.

Although he has also made money in metaphysics, he doesn't like to wear jewelry, unlike those who wish to hang amulet crystal relics all over their bodies.

On the wrist with clean lines, there is only a piece of red string hanging alone, and a rusty copper coin is strung on the string.

On the front is "Tianxia Taiping" and on the back is "Peace and Joy". It is the amulet of the Chen family left by my grandfather.

The author says:

Gong is out, and Goldfinger is finally online (wiping sweat.