Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

There is a small kitchen and dining room at the back of the mourning hall, where fast meals are prepared. After eating, Zhang Guangyuan and his closed disciples disappeared in front of Lingjue Temple for more than an hour. When they reappeared, they began to knock on the wooden fish in the mourning hall and chant scriptures.

On an unused futon, Song Yan sat down with his backpack in his arms, Huang Po and old man Song also went to bring the futon and sat down together.

They didn't chant the scriptures together, they just got sleepy from the chant, and they couldn't sleep lying on one side, so they could only sit against the wall and take a nap.

At the same time, Huang Po and Old Man Song were also waiting for the results of Song Yan's observation.

The sky gradually darkened, the light outside was completely gone, the candles in the room were brightly lit, and the black-and-white photo in the center of the mourning hall also seemed a bit bleak.

Following this, the four monks chanted more loudly, but the chanting of four monks had the effect of ten or dozens of people chanting, buzzing and roaring like thunder.

Song Yan opened his eyes, and suddenly turned his head to look. A pair of green eyes poked out from Lin Ruijin's sleeves, and slowly looked towards him.

Song Yan retracted his gaze, and then closed it again.

His study during this period was not in vain, he was already able to determine what the thing with green eyes was.

Yin-eating mouse!No wonder Lin Ruijin found him...

Song Yan has been beckoning ghosts since he was a child, not only because of his own attributes, but also because the ghosts around him can avoid some perception and damage, such as thunderstorm night, blazing sun fox, and this yin-eating mouse...

The Yin-eating mouse in Lin Ruijin's sleeve was raised by a Taoist priest, and it is more powerful than the one formed naturally in the wild.

But it's just a few, Song Yan still understands his own physique, and the Yin-eating Mouse didn't really target Mu Xiu, otherwise he would have rushed towards him with his eating instinct.

But if Lin Ruijin used this mouse to devour the Li family's daughter-in-law ghost, it would still be over.

"Xiao Yan?" Huang Po closed her eyes and called Song Yan softly.

"Change with them," Song Yan opened his eyes again, already having a decision.

He still decided to ask Huang Po to go to Steward Li to change the order. The main reason was not to avoid responsibility, but to save the ghost of the Li family's daughter-in-law before Lin Ruijin and his master did it.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Song Yan has a good heart, it can only be said that he and old man Huang Po Song have more professional ethics than the master and apprentice.

People spend money to invite them to save lives, not to let them raise their own pets.

Huang Po moved her futon and approached Song Yan, and they continued to whisper.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Huang Po went out and settled the matter.

Butler Li probably also thought it would be safer to let Taoist priests end up, and there was no need for Mrs. Huang to argue, so he went to find Lin Ruijin's master and apprentice again. Similarly, Lin Ruijin and the others couldn't find a reason to refuse.

"Go back?" Huang Po raised her pale face and asked Song Yan.

"Well," Song Yan glanced at the daughter-in-law ghost trapped by four monks' scriptures and Buddha light in the mourning hall, and nodded slightly.

This daughter-in-law ghost has a deep obsession, so it is probably not so easy to be saved. At the same time, he is also a little worried that listening to the scriptures for a long time will be harmful to Moxiu.

"Little brother, stay a while," Song Yan didn't take long after he walked out of the mourning hall, when a slightly old voice stopped him.

Song Yan's footsteps stopped, and he looked back, before he could ask a question, Huang Poxian looked in surprise, based on past experience, Song Yan might have been stopped by some ghost.

Song Yan glanced over the old man in front of him, and fell on the master and apprentice who came out not far away. He turned around and shook his head at Huang Po.

And the old ghosts who had something to say to him disappeared in an instant because of the appearance of Lin Ruijin's master and apprentice. By instinct, they were quite afraid of the Yin-eating mouse raised by Lin Ruijin.

Sitting in the car, Song Yan asked, "Huang Po, are there many Yin-eating rats?"

"Hey, there are not many such evil creatures that harm the peace. There are no more than 10 of them in the north and south regions, and they generally don't live for a year. They are more afraid of thunder than ghosts." Lightning is thunder and sunlight. Can't see anything masculine.

"The little Taoist is young and ignorant, and the old Taoist didn't take care of it. If he raises this kind of evil thing, he will suffer backlash and retribution."

The yin-eating mouse is no longer a living creature. It is governed by instinct and devours yin qi and ghosts infinitely, but it may not be able to digest them all.

Once it grows up, it will inevitably turn into a collection of resentful spirits, which are much more terrifying than ghosts.

Moreover, it is impossible for the two Taoist priests to just hunt ghosts in order to raise Yin-eating mice. As for treasures with a lot of Yin energy, they are either ridiculously expensive or hard to find. They must hunt ordinary ghosts.

Thinking about it now, no ghosts appeared inside or outside the villa, and it was inseparably related to the yin-eating mouse raised by Lin Ruijin.

But Lin Ruijin didn't interfere with each family's sweeping the snow, and they couldn't care less about it. They didn't see a few eminent monks from Lingjue Temple, and they didn't respond either.

"You..." Huang Po looked at Song Yan, and began to worry about the ghost king that the Mu family was haunting him.

This ghost king does have a lot of history, but he probably would have to run away from such a fierce creature as the Yin Swallowing Mouse.

And looking at Song Yan's intentions, it seems that he didn't intend to use this to get rid of the ghost king at all.

"I'll be careful," Song Yan whispered, his hands holding the backpack tightened.

Song Yan never expected that the first time he took Mu Xiu out to work, he would encounter such a terrifying evil creature.

Back at the villa, after a brief wash, Song Yan lay down on the bed with his hands resting on the back of his neck, his eyes open, and he was thinking about countermeasures.

Mu Xiu abided by what he promised Song Yan, and was so "obedient" that Song Yan was impeccable. Now he is also lying peacefully on his side beside Song Yan, propping his head with one hand, and his amber eyes fall on Song Yan. On Yan Siliang's face.

"Yan Yan..." Mu Xiu called softly.

"Hmm..." Song Yan agreed, turning his eyes away, and looking in Mu Xiu's direction, he comforted, "Don't worry, I won't let it hurt you."

Lin Ruijin is sensible, it's best not to get Mu Xiu's idea, he just doesn't want to socialize or make grudges, but it doesn't mean that he will allow his friends to be coveted and hurt.

Mu Xiu didn't answer any more, he let go of his hand, continued to lie on his side, and put his head on Song Yan's neck.

Through the window at night, the light was too weak, Song Yan couldn't see clearly the timid and excited expression on Mu Xiu's face, he just thought that Mu Xiu was still afraid.

After being stiff for a while, Song Yan not only didn't push away, but also gently rubbed Mu Xiu's hair, silently comforting him.

The moment Mu Xiu was pampered, his eyes turned from amber to black.

Song Yan, Song Yan... Mu Xiu called softly in his heart.

After waking up the next day, Song Yan still followed the style of the first day, and took Mu Xiu without going out until the evening, when it was their turn to go to Li's old house to do something.

When they arrived, the mourning hall had been decorated in the style required by Huang Po. Red and white ribbons were hung layer upon layer, and one hundred and eight white candles were lit on the table with black and white photos.

Song Yan went to burn incense, and the old man Song sprinkled bamboo leaves with water around the mourning hall. The protagonist Huang Po, who performed the ritual, chanted vaguely and danced without aesthetic feeling.

But in the mourning hall set up like this, they still look quite normal.

Lin Ruijin and his disciples came over like today, but they were covered by silk cloth, and they occasionally glanced at Huang Po's dancing posture, and old man Song's back splashing water.