Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

"Knock knock~knock knock~"

Song Yan walked over and opened the door, Huang Po and old man Song were outside, Song Yan let them in first.

"Li Yun's youngest daughter-in-law died of dystocia, and her ghost lingered, so I invited three groups of us to come here."

This is just what the Li family said to the outside world. It is not clear whether any special situation has happened in Li's old house recently.

Huang Po was sitting on the sofa in the room, and while talking, she expressed her rarity for such furniture without hesitation, "It's really soft, comfortable, comfortable..."

Rare enough, Huang Po said again, "From tonight it will be the monks from Lingjue Temple, tomorrow will be those two Taoist priests, and the day after tomorrow it will be us."

Basically, they are arranged in the order of their arrival, but Mrs. Huang is mature and will not be easily taken advantage of by others.

"Let's go and have a look together in the evening. If there's nothing wrong, come back early. If there's anything... I'll go and talk to Lao Li, let's change things with those two Taoist priests."

Don't look at this order as if it was inadvertent, but in fact, all three of them know that the one who does things last will bear the greatest risk.

If something happens in the future, they may be blamed for being the last to play and making things "bad".

Of course, if there is nothing wrong, it will be the last, the two parties will accept their love, and it will be easy to talk if there is any intersection in the future.

After saying that, Huang Po and old man Song looked at Song Yan together. Among the three of them, it was Song Yan who made the decision at the critical moment. The most important thing was that Song Yan could only see if there was any situation.

"No problem..." Song Yan was silent for a moment, then nodded, he looked at Huang Po and whispered, "Help me find out where these people come from and what they are capable of."

Song Yan has been wandering since he can remember, and has traveled to many places, but he has met very few high-ranking people. Most of them are magic sticks, cheating food and drinking everywhere as their main business, and they can catch ghosts and do things. very few.

Now that he met two groups of people with real skills, he was really afraid that he would not know the situation.

"Okay, I'll take care of this," Huang Po said, looking around, but her spiritual power is still not very useful today, and she didn't feel where the ghost king was.

To make a long story short, after the sum was clear, Old Man Song and Mrs. Huang came down to eat, and when they returned upstairs after eating, they brought food for Song Yan, so Song Yan and Mu Xiu stopped going downstairs.

More than half an hour later, Huang Po came back with food.

"The little Taoist came to eat, and kept looking at the stairs, probably waiting for you..."

When Huang Po said this, she inexplicably felt that the room was getting colder, and she sped up her speech instantly, "The old Taoist didn't leave the room, and only two people from the monk's side came to eat in the living room."

Huang Po looked a little gloomy, feeling that she might really meet an expert this time, and the three parties were all secretive, like a hidden treasure.

"We'll just do the job for 600 yuan, don't worry too much..."

Thinking about it, Huang Po gave Song Yan a word of advice, and then hurriedly left the air-conditioned room.

After the door closed, Song Yan raised his hand to rub the hairy head on the side of his neck, and as he rubbed, Mu Xiu's unhappiness disappeared.

It's pretty easy to coax... Song Yan sighed softly in his heart.

Pulling up Mu Xiu, he got up and took out the special incense in the wardrobe and backpack, lit it, and ate the meal with Mu Xiu.

After that, until five o'clock in the afternoon when he made an appointment with Huang Po and the others, he stayed in the room with Ghost King Muxiu.

During this period, not a single ghost came to Song Yan, which was one of the reasons why Song Yan was sure that the other two groups of people in the room were not simple. His own attribute of attracting ghosts was invalid in this house.

In the car on the way before, he saw a lot of rampaging ghosts on the road, rushing towards him.

Now, where are the ghosts attracted by him?

Mu Xiu, who was patted by Song Yan's hair reassuringly, obediently followed the agreement and got into the clay jar, put his backpack on his back, Song Yan opened the door and went out, Huang Po and old man Song also came out almost at the same time.

When they came downstairs, the old Taoist priest and the young Taoist priest stayed in the living room on the first floor a few minutes earlier. It seemed that they also planned to visit Li's old house.

"Hi!" The little Taoist turned his head to look over, waved his hand to greet Song Yan, and spoke quite familiarly, "Why didn't you come down for lunch at noon?"

The regret on his face dissipated in an instant, and he became a little serious, "By the way, this is my master, Daoist Dexing. I haven't reached the cultivation base with a dharma name, and my lay name is Lin Ruijin."

When he spoke, he kept his eyes on Song Yan, completely ignoring Huang Po and old man Song who went downstairs with Song Yan.

"Song Yan," Song Yan nodded slightly to the master and apprentice, and dismissed them with two words. He followed in the footsteps of Huang Po and old man Song.

"You..." Lin Ruijin was a little unhappy, and Song Yan's attitude towards them was too perfunctory.

Huang Po went to the Li family's driver to discuss about arranging a car. Song Yan leaned against the living room window with his backpack in his arms, and old man Song followed Song Yan with his back on his back. The two decided to keep their silence to the end.

Lin Ruijin moved his mouth, and the enthusiasm on his face slowly dissipated. He sat down, ate some fruit, and looked at Song Yan's back. No, to be precise, it was Song Yan's backpack.

And in his wide Taoist robe sleeve pocket, a palm-sized green-eyed mouse writhed non-stop.

This is a Yin-eating mouse that he and his master Dexing Zhenren accidentally caught three years ago. It feeds on Yin-qi ghosts and is extremely sensitive to ghosts.

Song Yan and the others had just arrived, and when they reached the second floor, his Yin-eating rats began to stir. The three of them either had ghosts or hidden treasures with strong yin energy.

As for which one, Lin Ruijin has not yet fully determined, but he has already determined who among the three, and there is no doubt that it is Song Yan.

Lin Ruijin thought about it, the old Taoist Dexing beside him did not react like an old monk in meditation.

Ten minutes later, three cars stopped at the entrance of the villa to pick them up.

The other two of the four monks also showed up, one old and one young, they looked nothing special, but when they walked out of the living room, the ten-year-old monk looked back at Lin Ruijin, and then at Song Yan.

"Amitabha," the little monk said aloud, then turned his head and continued to help his master into the car.

Song Yan and others also boarded the car one after another. Twenty minutes later, they came to Li's old house, the house where Li Yun lived most often.

Those who welcomed them were Butler Li who picked up the car for Huang Po Song Yan that day, and several servants. He smiled and said, "Follow me, the mourning hall is here."

The building in front of them is not, the first floor of the building on the side of the back garden is where they practiced this time.

Song Yan, Huang Po, and Old Man Song followed at the end.

"Teacher worked hard, please come here again with a few masters," said Steward Li and the old abbot of Lingjue Temple very well. After reading the scriptures for seven days and seven nights, the body was buried a month ago.

But this time, the Li family went to invite Lingjue Temple again, and invited Zhang Guangyuan, who had not been out of the temple for many years, together with his closed disciple.

The well-informed Li family invited Dexing's master and apprentice who settled down in the gymnasium near Lingjue Temple.

The Li family probably felt that all the Buddhists and Taoists had been invited, and the only thing missing was a witch, so they contacted Huang Po again.

However, judging from the transparency of information that Butler Li treated Huang Po and the others, as well as the commission they paid, Huang Po and the others were invited to make up the numbers, and their treasures were still betting on Lingjue Temple and the wandering Taoist priests.

Huang Po and Song Yan have been tossing about until now, their hearts are like a bright mirror, they don't need any hints from the Li family, and they didn't ask whether they should ask or not.

Just according to what Huang Po said, take 600 yuan, just do 600 yuan of work, and eat for a few days by the way.