I, C, attend the funeral

Dark clouds billowed from the horizon, surging towards the entire sky.

The stars and the moon were gradually obscured, leaving only the groggy space between the sky and the earth.

It is a night where you can hardly see your fingers.

The night lights in Tanshan City gradually went out, only the street lights on the main road were dimly on.

Winding away along the two secluded street lights, it is a mountain road that can only be walked by two cars.

Climb to the top of the mountain, where there is a Taoist temple.

Zixuanguan has a long history, but it has been refurbished and taken care of very well.

Most of the hundreds of Taoist priests in the temple have already fallen asleep, only a few wind lanterns are still lit in the main courtyard of the temple.

The little Taoist turned off a few lights in the yard, and there were only a few strings of solar LED lights that were bought and hung on the trees during the festival a while ago in the yard, flickering there.

He turned his head and looked at the old temple master sitting in the open main hall, facing the door and sitting on a mat.

The old temple master's long pale hair was neatly tied into a bun on the top of his head, and he was dressed in an old Taoist robe that was cleanly washed and docile.

An upright and neat old man, with a straight back when sitting together, a dignified face, and a good spirit.

only……

At this moment, the old temple master was teaching the Dharma to the flagon placed on the table opposite the grass ball.

Even though the senior brothers said that Master has been like this all his life, he still guards the jug and never leaves the Taoist temple, but he is still not used to the scene in front of him.

In the quiet night, this scene is really scary.

The little Taoist shuddered, bowed deeply to the master, and walked out of the temple master's courtyard lightly.

The moment the courtyard door was closed and the little Taoist priest left, there was a clear but mournful voice resounding in the main hall.

Although the old Guanzhu was the only one in the main hall, this young voice was by no means the voice of the old Guanzhu who was talking about geomantic omen to the jug.

"It's so boring!" The clear and clear voice swallowed softly, as if it came from the jug.

"If you're bored, learn feng shui from me." Hearing this voice, the old Taoist immediately reached out and touched the flagon, showing a faint smile.

The jug was unremarkable, and the outside of the copper jug ​​was mottled. It looked like a worn-out, ordinary jug that was carried by a person.

The ghost in the pot was even more annoyed when he heard what the old Taoist said.

For more than ten years, I have been learning these things every day, and I am bored to death.

The nine-year compulsory education still has weekends and winter and summer vacations, but it is locked in this flagon to learn the magic skills of the Taoist Lingbao Taoist, day in and day out!

Besides, it doesn't go out of the door and doesn't step in, so it's useful to learn from those farts!

"Master Dao, why don't you teach me the art of exorcising ghosts and catching witches?" Although the ghost in the pot was full of complaints, his tone was respectful.

Since it regained its sanity, it has been facing the old temple master in this middle pot.

I can't walk, I can't move, I'm trapped, I don't know the past, and there's no future.

The ghost was under the eaves and had to bow his head.

"But Zihe, I don't know how to exorcise ghosts and catch demons." The old master's skills in reading and reading are superb, which is why this Taoist temple is still popular today——

Many rich businessmen and officials in the city come to Guanzhong to find old Taoists to see their fortune and ask about good and bad luck.

Donations and offerings are naturally indispensable.

"You don't know how to catch ghosts? Then how did you catch me?" The ghost in the pot called 'Zihe' raised his voice instantly, obviously interested in this topic.

"...Who said I caught you!" The old temple master pondered for a while, then suddenly said quietly.

He looked at the flagon in front of him, his eyes gradually dimmed, as if countless pasts came to his mind.

The warm yellow light in the room is not bright, reflecting the unpredictable expression on the main face of the old temple.

Next, no matter what the 'ghost in the pot' Zihe said, the old temple master just sighed and didn't speak again.

As the night darkened, the temple suddenly caught fire.

The old temple master suddenly woke up from his half-dream, the lights in the room were still on, and there was a choking smell of smoke all around.

He looked out of the hall, and he could see that there was a fire in the vestibule outside the courtyard, and the smoke was rising to the sky.

He stood up suddenly, and reached out to touch the flagon.

Zihe immediately said: "Why are you touching me?"

Hearing this voice, the old temple master calmed down and said with a calm smile, "Would you like to stay with me all the time?"

Of course not!Old bull nose!

But Zihe weighed one or two, and still pretended to say: "Of course I would."

"That's good...there are only the two of us left..." The old priest touched the jug, as if he was touching a child's head.

After saying a word he wanted to say, he turned and went to the back room to get his whisk.

He had calculated that what he encountered today was definitely not a fire disaster, but a man-made disaster.

Fuchen is the only self-protection tool he can hold in his hand. He used to learn Taoism from his master, but he didn't learn any Taoism to increase his combat power, so only this Fuchen can hold to drive away evil spirits.

But at the moment when the old temple master took out his whisk from the box, he suddenly heard a muffled 'boo' from the front hall.

His eyes widened suddenly, his body trembled, and the hairs all over his body exploded.

He loosened the lid of the box with his fingers, and the lid made a loud noise, and hit the box with a 'boom'. He didn't care about it at all, turned around and ran towards the front hall.

Turning around, he hurriedly looked at the table where the jug was just placed, and it was empty.

Rushing to the table, he saw some red liquid sprinkled on the table. The old temple master wiped the liquid with his thumb, and immediately smelled a strong smell of blood when he brought it to the tip of his nose!

Turning around and looking out the door, the courtyard was dark, and outside the courtyard there were the sounds of Taoist priests and boys running back and forth to put out the fire.

"Master!" Xiao Daotong, who had turned off the lights for the old temple master, pushed open the courtyard door and rushed in to report the fire to Master, but saw Master anxiously standing in front of the table in the hall.

When the master looked back, his eyes were full of ferocity, and the frightened little Taoist took a step back, his eyes were full of shock, and he had long forgotten what he wanted to say.

Seeing Xiaodaotong's expression, the old temple master quickly blinked his eyes and exhaled, and then recovered his calm expression, and said: "A thief stole the jug, everyone shouted, search the mountain!"

The little Taoist quickly returned to his senses and responded, then turned around and ran out to convey the Lord's order.

The old temple master clenched his fists, walked out of the main hall with his whisk in his hand, and walked out through the courtyard.

The moment he stepped out of the main courtyard, he paused before stepping out—this was the first time he stepped out of the courtyard behind him in a hundred years.

He went straight through the vestibule corridor and headed for the outer door of the Taoist temple.

The Taoist priests passing by all bowed and saluted, and looked at the old Guanzhu with some surprise—the old Guanzhu actually left his yard!

"Stop saluting, Sou Shan!" the old temple master ordered, although he was old, his skills were still vigorous.

The person who came to steal the jug today obviously came prepared. In the courtyard of the old temple master, there is a feng shui dilemma, which was set up by the old temple master's master.

Specially used to trap ghosts in pots.

And that jug is just a cage in the game - an artifact for holding the soul and nourishing the soul.

All Feng Shui bureaus cannot be made into absolute dilemmas.

In the feng shui situation between heaven and earth, there must be an opportunity, which is the breakthrough for others to break the situation.

Although the feng shui dilemma set up by the master of the old temple is brilliant, it also has such a breakthrough.

A breakthrough that only the master and the old temple master in this world know about——

Only women who belong to the sheep, born at [-]:[-] on the seventh half of the lunar month, and when the menstrual event is coming, can touch this sleepy pot and walk out of his main courtyard.

What is the origin of the group of people who stole the pot!

Quanguan Taoist priests, young and old, all mobilized to search from the inside out.

In the entire Taoist temple, the thing that cannot be lost is lost.

In the dark night, only the flames and lights in the Zixuan Temple illuminate the Taoist Temple.

But the Zixuan Mountain outside the Taoist temple was still dark and silent.

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Zixuan Temple, like most Taoist temples, retains a simple and historical style in its architectural form.

The brick walls are gray tiles, and the floor is covered with green bricks. Although they are well maintained, there are still moss between many bricks and tiles.

The woman in black endured the discomfort in her waist, held the jug in her hand, avoided the Taoist priests who were searching everywhere, walked through the ancient long corridor, and ran wildly towards the gate of the Taoist temple.

While running, she said to the Bluetooth headset:

"Before I went in, the old Taoist priest was talking to someone. I clearly heard the voices of two people, but the old Taoist priest was the only one in the room. It's too evil, Qian Shen, where are you?"

The woman was panting quickly, her breath was unsteady, and there was deep anxiety and fear in her deliberately lowered voice.

The man named Qian Shen on the other side of the Bluetooth said in a low voice: "I'm in the backyard, Xiao Wang ran to drive first, and Lao Li was the best, he went to the front door to tune the tiger away from the mountain. I'll come to meet you, and we will meet behind the tree we came in. "

"Okay, hurry up, I stabbed a little Taoist boy just now, and I almost got caught, so be careful."

The woman wiped off her sweat, and suddenly a Taoist priest ran out from the front corridor.

She hurriedly hid behind the pillar, but fortunately it was very dark tonight, plus she was thin and dressed in black.

The Taoist priest didn't see her, he walked around the yard, and ran out again with his mobile phone used as a flashlight.

The woman frowned, not daring to delay, hurriedly walked around the corridor, and quickly ran towards a courtyard on the west side of the Taoist temple.

The Taoist priests in the Taoist temple are all running to the outside of the Taoist temple, but there are too many Taoist priests in the temple.

The woman ran all the way, but she didn't meet a Taoist priest.

But she always felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at her around her. She hugged the flagon in her arms tightly, and had to stop and look back from time to time.

Every time she looked at it, she became more flustered and her heart beat faster.

But there is obviously no ghost behind him!

She ran in such a hurry that she could only hear the sound of her panting, and when she paused, she held her breath and listened intently. Apart from the sound of the breeze, there was not even the sound of insects.

She pursed her lips, inexplicably running more and more panicked.

Every time I hold my breath, there is no other sound.

Every time I looked back, there was no one around.

But the feeling of being on the back became more and more serious, and every time he was panting and walking quickly, he always felt the sound of another person panting next to his ears.

Thinking of this, the woman only felt creepy and didn't dare to think about it. She just gritted her teeth and concentrated on the road under her feet, making sure that she would not be discovered by the Taoist priest.

After running for a while, she only felt that her arms were sore.

Has this jug always been this heavy?

The woman felt that she had been running for a long time, she was covered in cold sweat, her arms were numb, and she could hardly hold the flagon in her hand.

Fortunately, in front was the old tree that Qian Shen had made an appointment with.

While running, she looked back, and there was no one in the dim courtyard, only houses and trees.

The destination is close at hand, and there is no Taoist chasing after him.

Feeling slightly relieved, she turned her head and wanted to hide behind the tree, but a black shadow suddenly appeared from the darkness behind the tree.

The woman was already nervous and flustered, she opened her mouth to scream in horror.

Hei Ying hurriedly covered the woman's mouth, "It's me."

It was the voice of Qian Shen who was on the phone with her.

"Why did you jump out so suddenly! You scared me to death." After Qian Shen let go of his hand, the woman complained in a low voice, her voice was trembling, obviously she was quite frightened.

She was covered in cold sweat, her clothes stuck to her body, and when the breeze blew by, it was chilly, and the chill went straight into her neck.

The woman shuddered, and wanted to lift up the jug she was holding in both hands and hand it to Qian Shen, but found that the jug was as heavy as an iron pillar, and she couldn't lift it up.

"Hurry up and take this hip flask. Something's wrong! Why is it getting colder and heavier..." She lowered her voice and urged in a trembling tone.

While pulling the woman into the shadow behind the tree, Qian Shen complained: "Sun Fang, why are you so startled, aren't you just a flagon!"

"The higher-ups asked us to take so much trouble to steal it. How could it be an ordinary jug. Don't hesitate, take it quickly, I won't be able to hold it anymore!" The woman was bent down by the hip flask pendant.

Seeing her appearance, Qian Shen was afraid that she would drop the flagon on the ground and break it, so he bent down to get the flagon she was holding.

While the two were talking, no one paid attention, a puff of black smoke came out through the flagon, condensed in the gloom, vaguely in the shape of a human.

Just when Qian Shen's hand was about to touch the flagon in the woman's hand, someone suddenly called softly: "Sun Fang."

The woman bent over and subconsciously responded, "Huh?"

The next moment, her body suddenly straightened like a spring.

Qian Shen was taken aback, straightened up and looked at the woman's face, before he wanted to complain, but shut up abruptly.

Because of the close distance between the two, he could clearly see the woman's complexion instantly turning gray with the aid of the wind lantern hanging in the courtyard, her eyes widened, but her eyes seemed dull and dull.

Not only did she straighten her waist, her whole body also seemed stiff.

——The neck is straight, the arms are stiff and straight, the whole person is like a puppet whose joints have been straightened, standing in a strange posture, not moving.

"You..." Qian Shen was about to speak when the woman suddenly seemed to fall apart, and her whole body collapsed in an instant.

Qian Shen felt cold in his heart, and his goosebumps exploded all over his body, but there was still a trace of rationality in his heart.

The moment the woman fell down, he hurriedly reached out and snatched the jug - this was their task this time, although they didn't know why they took so much effort to steal a jug, but they must not let it break.

The moment Qian Shen got the jug, Qian Shen almost threw it out.

The tentacles were as cold as grasping on the cold iron that had frosted at -[-] degrees below zero. The tingling and chill ran up the palms of his hands and his hairs stood on end.

Just now... Did someone call Sun Fang's name?

But...but...it's just him and Sun Fang!

His heart was trembling, he didn't dare to stay longer, he wanted to put the jug in his pocket, leave the woman behind, climb a tree and jump out of the Taoist temple.

But when he turned around and stuffed the wine jug in his pocket, he found out that the wine jug seemed to grow on his left hand.

Qian Shen felt that he was about to be unable to breathe, his left hand was so cold that he lost touch, he stared tremblingly at his left hand and the flagon in his hand, his teeth were chattering.

The woman lying at her feet didn't move again, surrounded by boundless darkness, and the noise from Taoist priests searching mountains and Taoist temples in the distance seemed to be the sound of another world.

Qian Shen clearly felt the oppression of death coming, and his whole body trembled with fear, and his muscles convulsed.

At this moment, he was no longer afraid of being discovered by the Taoist priest, and wanted to call for help.

But he trembled and wanted to open his mouth, but found that his tongue was stiff and he couldn't speak.

He didn't dare to stay any longer, looked up at the big tree beside him, and was about to try climbing the tree with the jug in hand, but he heard a gloomy voice in his ear:

"Qian Shen."

"Ah..." Qian Shen subconsciously responded.

But then, his eyes widened, his right hand grabbed the tree trunk beside him, and he frantically searched around.

Who...who is calling him?

The voice that called his name just now laughed again:

"Hey, give me your body!"

This voice was clearly the death knell foretelling Qian Shen's imminent death, but it sounded like boundless joy.

The author has something to say:

[This book is good, not cruel.Su Tian catches ghosts + is funny.Recipient: Zihe.Attack: Zhao Yin, who is straight and affectionate.Original title: "Use Your Body for Me"]

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ps The art of geomancy: geomantic omen.

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【small theater】

Zihe: Sincerely borrowing from the flesh, if you have borrowed, you will not repay it!

Qian Shen: Why don't you pay it back?

Zihe: I borrowed my body with my ability, why should I pay it back?

Qian Shen: #%￥Y%^*&($^%$^...