In fact, not only my father was puzzled, but I also felt unreliable in my heart, how could this be possible? If you end your yang life early, you can become an immortal, not everyone will become an immortal?

"Then I don't know how Mr. Pang knows that the little girl is the ghost chef of the Mo family?"

Father finally asked about the subject.

"It is also the blessing of our Pang family, and we are worried about how to thank our ancestors. A little brother came from the town and instructed us to come here to find Master Mo. ”

"A little brother?"

The father was even more confused.

"Yes, this little brother came to the town to do business, and he met me at the hotel that day. It's really young and promising, and he can see at a glance that there is something going on at home, and then let me come here to find Master Mo. ”

I tried to remember, and suddenly I remembered a person, who was the family of our big locust tree village surnamed Sun, and the hostess was crazy and made trouble every day. The male host's name is Sun Quan, and he takes his son Sun Mingyang to live, and he is in the field all year round, and the child has no money to go to school. Later, the grandfather took pity on the family, so he asked Sun Quan to come to the house to do small jobs, help with some odd jobs, and give him some money every month, enough for him to support the family. Because Sun Mingyang and I were the same age, my grandfather asked Sun Mingyang to go to school with me. As an elder brother, Sun Mingyang protected me everywhere, and no one in the class dared to bully me. And Sun Quan is grateful to his grandfather for taking him in, so he is extremely concerned about our family.

Could it be Sun Mingyang? The boy who knows the ghost kitchen of the Mo family is the only one who has him. I was inexplicably excited. If it was really Sun Mingyang, how good would it be. Thinking of this, I am even more looking forward to seeing him sooner.

We arrived at Pang Zhijin's house in the morning, and his family was very wealthy. The town has a small two-story western-style building on the street, a convenient supermarket on the first floor, and their living room and bedroom on the second floor.

Pang Zhijin took us to the second floor, and the room was neat and clean. The hostess poured us tea and greeted us warmly with fruit.

"Master Mo, I heard that you are the most powerful ghost chef, and being able to invite you this time is really the creation of our Pang family. ”

The hostess poured tea for her father and respectfully brought it over.

The father waved his hand: "I am not Master Mo, she is the master of the Mo family." ”

My father pointed at me, which made me a little embarrassed.

The hostess looked at Pang Zhijin with a puzzled face, disbelieving.

Pang Zhijin pulled the woman and said unhappily: "Don't look at Master Mo's youth, he is the descendant of the Mo family, and the Mo family is the first in the ghost kitchen." The little brother also said that Master Mo is young, but he is enough to hold this ancestor banquet. ”

The hostess came to her senses, sat down beside me with a smile, peeled an orange for me and handed it to me.

I unconsciously looked at my father, and he looked at him calmly. Then I can't lose the Mo family's face, straighten up, and clear my throat.

"Mr. Pang, take us to see your father first. ”

Pang Zhijin suddenly realized and hurriedly took us into Old Man Pang's room.

The old man's room was comically furnished, and there were portraits of the gods all over the place. I took a look, and most of them were Taoist immortals. The Jade Emperor, Taishang Laojun, Tota Heavenly King, and the Third Prince of Nezha...... It's all God.

The old man was dressed in a red Tai Chi suit and lay very peacefully on the bed. I saw that his face was peaceful and ruddy, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

On the surface, there was nothing wrong with it, but when I looked closely, I noticed a problem. On the old man's earlobe, there was a red dot, which seemed to be dotted with cinnabar.

"This was ordered by the masters, and the cinnabar was also given by the masters. Said it could help my dad survive the disaster. You see that the immortals on this wall are all used for blessings to my father, and the master said that my father is going to heaven. ”

Pang Zhijin saw my doubts and hurriedly explained them.

It's really nonsense, although I don't know what went wrong, but Pang Zhijin's words made a big denial in my heart, and my intuition told me that there must be something strange about this matter.

My father walked around the bed and looked at me, and I knew he might have found something.

Our father and daughter didn't say anything, after all, there are still many questions that have not been solved.

The hostess hurriedly came up and said with a smile: "Great joy, that little brother is also here, it seems that our family is full of blessings." ”

I was happy for a while, and hurriedly went downstairs, and the person standing in the living room, he was tall, with elegant broken hair, and a clean and handsome face, not the Sun Mingyang I remembered. I'm also wondering if they've all grown up and changed. But after this boy reported his name, it completely broke my inference. His name is He Cong, not Sun Mingyang.

He Cong's eyes are beautiful, clear and deep, and they are the most beautiful of any boy I have ever seen. He has an ethereal temperament in him, which is completely different from the people around him.

He Cong greeted his father very politely, his eyes glanced at me intentionally or unintentionally, and I saw the corners of his mouth with a faint smile.

We sat together, drank tea and chatted, and listened to Pang Zhijin's boasting by the way. I didn't have much interest in their topic, and I ate melon seeds by myself.

Because the supermarket downstairs was busy, the hostess would go down for a while, and Pang Zhijin also answered the phone and said that he would go out and be busy for a while. In the living room, it was just me, my father, and what to do.

Everyone is gone, and it's time to open the skylight and say something bright, and his father asked He Cong how he knew about the Mo family, but He never answered, but took out a black flute from his shoulder bag.

I recognize this flute because its color is so special, so I am more impressed. Although I don't have this flute in my memory, I have a vision of how I used to hold it when I was a child. So this flute must have something to do with my Mo family.

After he took out the flute, he asked me softly, "Lixin, do you remember this flute?"

I shook my head: "I don't have any impression of it, but I saw it when I appeared in the illusion, can this not be explained, has something to do with our Mo family?"

Hearing my answer, I saw a flash of disappointment in He Cong's eyes.

"Since that's the case, let's talk about some things later, let's talk about this Pang Zhu first. ”

"I see that this Pang Zhu was locked by the Seven Apertures, and it was obviously used by the evil cultivators. ”

My father was in a solemn mood.

"What is the Seven Tricks Soul Lock?" I asked my father.

"The Seven Apertures Soul Lock is a cruel means of renewing one's life and borrowing yang, and the evil cultivator grasps Pang Zhu's birth date eight characters, and then bewitches his family. Wearing red clothes in order to prevent the soul from leaving the body, you see that there is cinnabar on his earlobe, but in fact, we can't see it, there should be cinnabar spots in the nostrils and eyeballs, sealing the seven orifices and locking the soul. If the soul can't get out, the corpse will naturally not decompose. And the evil cultivators inhale Pang Zhu's soul and yang energy in the middle of the night every day to achieve the effect of renewing their lives. Seven hundred and forty-nine days later, Pang Zhu will die completely. Don't look at him now as peaceful, in fact, he is sentient, and he is more painful than anyone else.

Lying down every day and not moving, not eating or drinking, and having to endure the pain of sucking his soul every night, if it wasn't for the evil cultivator who sealed his seven orifices, he would have died of pain a long time ago. ”

After listening to my father's narration, I felt that the atmosphere was very good, how could there be such a person. In order to live a few more days for himself, he used such cruel means to kill people.

"What Master Yun said is right, I also saw this, so I asked Pang Zhijin to invite you. ”

"Do you have a better solution?"

"No, I'm just a natural yin and yang eye, and I can see the tricks of evil cultivators, but I can't deal with him. After all, my hundred ghosts only pose a threat to ghosts, and the other party is a cultivator, so I have nothing to do with him. ”

He regretfully held the black flute in his hand.

It turns out that this flute has a name, and the name "Hundred Ghosts Listen" is really courageous.

"I think this matter can only be solved by Lixin. ”

My father looked at me.

"What? But I don't understand anything. "I'm a little timid.

"You don't need to understand anything, it's enough for you to have the identity of the Mo family's ghost chef. We don't have much time, if we can break this seven-trick lock soul in three days, maybe we can save Pang Zhu's life. ”

My father looked confident.

"But so many idols in the room are useless, can I really do it?" I don't think I really can.

He Cong snorted coldly: "What immortals, they are all lonely souls and wild ghosts." The ghosts raised by the evil cultivators and old Taoist priests are possessed by these gods, and they are used as tools to transmit yang energy every night, and to suck yang energy and soul to their masters. To put it simply, it's like when we make a phone call, the role of a signal tower. ”

Hearing this, I also understood that this old Taoist priest was really hateful, and he must be removed with his own hands.

If you want to break this situation, you must first know the information of the evil cultivator, so at dinner that night, my father asked Pang Zhijin, the information of the master, and said that he wanted to go and see him.

Pang Zhijin drank two glasses of wine, and his speech was boundless, that is, he would answer whatever we asked.

He said that he went into town with his wife that day and went shopping for a lot of things. In front of a restaurant, I saw a face-to-face man, about fifty years old, dressed more retro, but looking like a crane-haired child. He grabbed Pang Zhijin's sleeve, said that they had a bloody disaster today, and asked to show him his face. When Pang Zhijin heard this bad words, he scolded a few words angrily, and then went to the parking lot with his wife to pick up the car.

The two of them got into the car, and as soon as they started the car, a white Po Mei fell from the sky, and just fell to his death on the car glass, blood splattered everywhere. It turned out that the upstairs window was not closed, and the dog fell down like this.

It was just an accident, but Pang Zhijin was a little scared, thinking of the bloody disaster that he said, he couldn't calm down, so he went back with his wife.

Mr. Xiangmian didn't plan to show them, Pang Zhijin and his wife begged for a long time, and finally moved the person, so they sat down to show him. But the words of the latter gentleman made Pang Zhijin completely stunned.