The father frowned and turned back to ask Pang Zhijin.

"Is there a portrait of the door god in the house?"

"Yes, I bought too much during the Chinese New Year, and there are two left. ”

Pang Zhijin replied.

"Go take it out and stick it on your door. When Mr. Pang ascends to immortal, there will be a lot of lonely souls to disturb, and it is not good to rush the immortal qi. ”

"Okay, I'll go. ”

Pang Zhijin trotted all the way upstairs.

"What do you want the door god to do?" I didn't understand.

"The door god keeps the house safe, can keep these wandering spirits and wild ghosts, they must be attracted by the smell of food, and we can't let them spoil our good deeds. ”

I've heard of this, and I thought it would be a vicious battle, but I didn't expect it to be a false alarm, but fortunately my father was there, otherwise it would be a mess.

Pang Zhijin quickly took out the portraits, and Qin Shubao and Wei Chigong came to life. The moment the portrait was attached to the door, the wandering ghosts suddenly stopped.

I saw that the portrait was shining brightly, and those ghosts only fled in disappointment, how could they dare to take half a step forward?

When they're gone, we're relieved. My father gave us a look, and the show was about to begin.

After a while, the temperature dropped dramatically. What was supposed to be a hot and dry night suddenly turned into a winter night, and I couldn't help but sneeze.

He didn't know where to go, he brought me a clean down jacket and put it on, his nose was red from the cold, and he kept rubbing his hands.

A few of the helper's neighbors hurried home because of the sudden cold, and a few of us were left in the yard.

There was already a layer of frost and snow on my father's eyebrows. Seeing this, Pang Zhijin hurriedly went upstairs to get winter clothes and distributed them to his father and followers.

"What's going on, all of a sudden it's so cold. It's not going to snow at this meeting, is it? Snowing in the summer, this is a grievance. Pang Zhijin shivered from the cold.

Of course, there is a grievance, and your father will be killed by your own hands. I thought to myself.

When there was a flash of light in the room, He Cong and I were taken aback. Those wild ghosts turned into Taoist immortals and descended from the sky. Pang Zhijin knelt on the ground, that is called a single-minded belief.

Sure enough, it was a real person who didn't show his face and didn't look like a real person, a group of ghosts came out to deceive people, and they deliberately appeared for mortals to see!

I can recognize these ghosts, they are in Pang Zhu's house, those paintings, they sucked Pang Zhu's soul, and then transferred it to Gao Chongzi.

As soon as a few ghosts sat down, his father and He Cong hurriedly poured tea and water for them.

Pang Zhijin knelt on the ground, looking greedily at these so-called immortals, seemingly planning to kneel all night.

I went around to the side and sneaked upstairs. I'm going to take the hundred ghosts and hide them aside, lest the time comes, and I don't know what to do with him.

When they came down from the upper floor, several ghosts fell to the ground, spitting black blood in their mouths, and it seemed that they had been tricked and ate food soaked in black dog blood.

Slowly, they revealed their prototypes. All of them looked like green-haired wild ghosts, and Pang Zhijin was so frightened that he kept yelling.

"How could the master become like this?" asked Pang Zhijin as he ran over and hid behind me.

"You think you're smart, but you don't know how to lure a wolf in. Your father is about to be killed by you, you hurry up and wipe off Mr. Pang's cinnabar. "I didn't have the anger to discipline him.

Pang Zhijin was stunned for a long time, but when he saw the wild ghost on the ground, he had to listen to my words and ran upstairs with a shout.

Gao Chongzi appeared after Pang Zhijin left, dressed in a red robe, revealing an evil spirit.

"Yun Jian, I have no grievances with you, why did you destroy my good deeds?"

Gao Chongzi's eyes lit up with resentment.

"Your evil cultivators harm people, I will take care of this matter. Father's voice was full of anger.

"I've traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and finally found a way to continue my life, if you dare to stop me, don't blame me for being ruthless. "Gao Chongzi has completely lost the appearance of a Taoist, and in my opinion, he is even more terrifying than a demon.

Gao Chongzi was in a posture of a dead fish, and he was about to pounce on his father, and a basin of black dog blood in the high place softened on the spot. I looked up and saw him, standing on a high wall, with an empty basin in his hand, like a warrior in battle.

I gave him a thumbs up, and he smiled proudly and jumped off the wall.

After Gao Chongzi was attacked by the blood of a black dog, his hair began to turn white, and his face also showed wrinkles, and he instantly aged dozens of years.

My father took out the soul-attracting lamp from his arms, and the moment I lit it, I saw a lot of faint blue smoke coming out of Gao Chongzi's body, and it went to the wick along the wind.

As the blue smoke disappeared, Gao Chongzi became older and older, and finally became a hundred-year-old man, so weak that it became difficult to even get up.

"You and I are both cultivators, and today you have become like this, and I don't want to embarrass you anymore. But you remember, don't hurt people again in the future, you go. Father said coldly.

Gao Chongzi looked at his father, his cloudy eyes blurred. With great difficulty, he staggered out the door, and finally disappeared into the night.

Pang Zhijin's screams came from upstairs, and we hurriedly ran up.

The scene in front of him was terrifying, Pang Zhuqi was bleeding, and he was howling in pain on the bed.

"Master, what's wrong with my father? Is Feisheng in trouble, please save him, master. ”

Pang Zhijin knelt on the ground, his eyes were hazy with tears. Until now, he didn't know that it was actually himself who made his father like this.

The father took out the soul-attracting lamp and placed it on top of Pang Zhu's head. At this time, the time has come, and my ghost eye has expired. I couldn't see what was happening, but in the eyes of He Cong, I read fear. He looked at the Soul Lamp in disbelief, and finally sighed softly.

Pang Zhu's seven orifices were slowly improving, and all the bloodstains disappeared after a while. His originally ruddy face showed sallow exhaustion.

As the blood disappeared, Pang Zhu's screams gradually subsided, and finally he fell asleep deeply.

"Why is this happening, master?"

Pang Zhijin's face was full of puzzlement.

"Come out and I'll tell you. What do you do, you look at Mr. Pang, if there is anything unusual, call me immediately. ”

After his father finished ordering, he went out of the room with Pang Zhijin.

I looked at Pang Zhu's sleeping appearance, and I couldn't help but touch He Cong's sleeve.

"What did you just see?"

"You don't know how cruel a mutilated soul is. ”

He Cong had a look of surprise on his face.

"This old Mr. Pang has really suffered a great sin. "I can't help but sigh.

He never spoke, sitting quietly on the side, his eyes always staring at Pang Zhu.

I suddenly remembered that his Hyakki Listen was still with me, so I went back to my room and took Hyakki Listen back.

"This one is yours, and it's back to you. ”

He looked up at me quietly, his eyes were misty, and they became more crystal clear.

"You really can't remember this flute?"

His voice was full of sadness.

This flute did appear in my illusion, which means that it has something to do with me, but I really can't remember it.

"What does this flute have to do with me? Sorry, I can't really remember. ”

Looking at He Cong's expression at this moment, I felt a little sorry for him.

"It doesn't matter, after all, at that time, you were too young, and it was normal not to remember. ”

He Cong smiled at me, but I saw helplessness written on his face.

When my father came in, he had a relaxed look on his face.

"Okay, I've already told Pang Zhijin. Now, in order to prevent changes in the house, I asked him to change the feng shui in the house tomorrow. Mr. Pang's soul has returned to its place, and it is estimated that he will wake up tomorrow morning. Lixin, what to do, you rest early. Tomorrow morning, we will be on our way. ”

After listening to my father's words, I was relieved. I can go tomorrow morning, go back to my hometown, I am so longing.

"Why will you come with us?"

I couldn't help but ask where I was doing.

"If you don't mind, I'm willing to accompany you. ”

He Cong winked at me.

The father smiled and said, "Then let's be together, we can take care of each other." ”

He Cong agreed to his father, with a gentle smile on his face.

I couldn't guess his identity, but my father told me that this person was not a bad person, and he should be closely related to my Mo family's ghost chef.

I had a long dream at night, and there were a lot of people in my dream. But I couldn't see their faces clearly, I just felt that they were talking in my ear, but when I woke up, I couldn't remember a word of what they said.

When we arrived in the living room, Pang Zhu was there. After a night of recovery, he was fine, and he was reprimanding Pang Zhijin in the living room.

When he saw us coming, he thanked us again and again, and told him about the suffering he had suffered during this time. His father comforted him, and after breakfast at Pang's house, we hurried away.

Pang Zhijin took us to the station by car and insisted on buying us tickets. My father remembered that there was an old man here, so he temporarily decided to visit the old man and dismissed Pang Zhijin's kindness.

After Pang Zhijin said goodbye to us, we followed my father to a residential building in the city.

My father said that the deceased's name was Le Gang, and he was a people's policeman. No wonder they live in a building, and they look like a rich family.

Mr. and Mrs. Le Gang warmly welcomed us, and when we talked about the past, Le Gang gave us a thumbs up and said that my father was his savior.

Le Gang is actually not very old, only about forty years old, and because he injured his left leg, he retired early. Le Gang said that he was the first person in charge of a bizarre murder back then, but fortunately, his father found out the clues and helped him, otherwise it would not have been a leg injury, but a life.

The two hadn't seen each other for years and talked a lot about the past. In the end, the father mentioned Le Gang's baby son Le Zonglei, and Le Gang burst into tears, saying that his son had been enchanted recently, and now his six relatives don't recognize him. Fortunately, my father came, and I wanted to ask my father to show me.

My heart was so excited that I had something to learn again!

Legang's wife, Jin, made us a pot of tea and served fruits and melon seeds. The Jin family is enthusiastic, and he stuffed food into my hand one by one, and I ate hard with him, thanking the Jin family while listening to Le Gang's words.