With a slight cry of pain, Jun Lingtian rubbed his forehead and slowly opened his eyes.

As the view gradually cleared, I was greeted by a dilapidated thatched hut with beams and a few dim kerosene lamps burning around it. On the square of the thatched hut, a dilapidated square table was lined with several unknown spirit cards.

In front of the spirit card, several sandalwood and candles were burning treacherously, the tributes placed on the table had already been overturned, and all kinds of paper money runes were messily sprinkled on the table, with the flickering characteristics of the kerosene lamp, the picture that came into Jun Lingtian's eyes at this moment was as treacherous as it was.

"Where the fuck is this? Isn't Lao Tzu on the helicopter returning to base? Why is it here?"

Jun Lingtian rubbed his forehead and glanced around suspiciously, only to see that there were all kinds of rune papers, paper umbrellas, paper figures, and all kinds of black and white couplets. Seeing these items around him that were only used for the dead in the mourning hall, Jun Lingtian was stunned.

"Damn, Lao Tzu is dead?" I remember that I returned by helicopter after performing a mission, and the helicopter crashed at the last moment, combined with the terrible scene in front of me, it seems that I am really dead.

"But Lao Tzu is also a meritorious person, and he is also a character, right? Holding a funeral is so shabby? This organization is too picky!" Jun Lingtian slandered in his heart, and he didn't have the sadness of the dead at all.

With all kinds of imbalances, Jun Lingtian continued to look around, only to see that in the center of the grass hall, the bench was messy, the door was open, and it was pitch black outside. He was on the left side of the grass hall, and there was a brazier not far from him, and the open flame had been extinguished at the moment, and some unburned paper money items and the like in it were flickering in the basin.

Turning his head suspiciously, and taking a closer look behind him, Jun Lingtian found that he was sitting on the ground, with two benches placed side by side behind him, and he was leaning on one of them. There was a large, rough wooden board on top of the bench, and it seemed to be some years old.

Looking at this board, Jun Lingtian understood: such a rough board of feelings is the place where Lao Tzu's corpse is lying! In the heart that was already uneven, 10,000 sentences of grass Nima surged again.

"Unexpectedly! Unexpectedly, Lao Tzu has carried out countless murders in his life, and he has never failed in the organization. "Alas! This is not dead but also dead, admit it.

Jun Lingtian is also an optimist, watching the organization hold such a cheap funeral for himself, he felt unhappy, but he just complained a few words, and he had long forgotten that he was once a terrifying "killing king", but he used to have a fiery temper that killed if he didn't like it.

Complaining about heaven and people is not his character Jun Lingtian, holding the bench in his hand and preparing to get up to take a look, he wants to see who people have come to his funeral.

"Ouch", Jun Lingtian's buttocks had just left the ground, and he was so painful that he sat back on the ground by the sharp pain in his head.

"Damn, I didn't expect it, it's all become ghosts, it's still so painful, what do you mean!" Jun Lingtian scolded in his mouth, and touched his forehead with his hand, when he was a killer for a while, these injuries were not under his word at all, and he still had to touch his head to see the injuries when he was dead at the moment, it was just a conditioned reflex. To be a good killer, you must not only be able to kill, but also be able to save people, especially yourself.

Looking at the hand he had touched, Jun Lingtian was not calm again:

"Damn! Ghosts bleed, too? Nima! No, this kind of flow method makes a ghost a dead ghost. Saying that, Jun Lingtian began to look around with a pair of eyes, ready to start stopping the bleeding for himself.

"Ouch!" another cry of pain, Jun Lingtian didn't have time to scold, and memories flooded into his brain like a tide, almost fainting him.

After a moment: "Haha, hahaha." An almost frantic voice echoed through the dilapidated grass hut, and if anyone passed by at this moment, they would be frightened away.

"Haha, it turns out that Lao Tzu is not dead, Lao Tzu is really not dead. Jun Lingtian couldn't be happier at the moment. Now he has regained his former ability and shrewdness, and he is no longer the muddy appearance he was when he first woke up. It's no wonder that Jun Lingtian had always thought that he was dead before, as long as anyone remembered that he crashed in the end, he would not feel that he was still alive.

Now he is considered to have crossed the soul, crossed over to a little Taoist priest in the eighties, with the memory coverage of the body itself, Jun Lingtian now has the memory of two people, and he was surprised to find that this little Taoist priest even had the same name as himself. That's a coincidence, isn't it?

Jun Lingtian was complicated at the moment, as an atheist in the twenty-first century, he couldn't believe what had happened to him, but another memory in his mind and everything in front of him reminded him that all this was true. With a hint of excitement and a hint of doubt, Jun Lingtian turned over and stood up, the previous headache didn't know why, and it didn't hurt so much.

Turning over and getting up, patting the soil on his hands, Jun Lingtian looked at his current body with satisfaction, because there was no mirror, he couldn't see his appearance for the time being, but he was quite satisfied with this body, it was quite sturdy, it should be related to this little Taoist's perennial practice.

Standing in the center of the grass hall, Jun Lingtian looked around, while flipping through the memories of the little Taoist priest in his mind, and learned from his memory that today he came down the mountain with the master and them to open the spirit for Ma Xianglan.

Speaking of which, this Ma Xianglan is also quite pitiful, although her appearance is symbolic, her fate is not taken care of. At this time, she was eighteen years old, and she was taken by several hooligans from the neighboring village, and tied her to the mountain to insult her in turn. Afterwards, it was as bloody as in the book, the Ma family was in danger, and he failed to get an explanation for Ma Xianglan, but was subjected to local gossip.

The deadliest thing is still to come, not long after the fact, Ma Xianglan found out that she was pregnant. is already strong, and she has been stopped several times for death, but now she can't live. Finally, on a full moon night, she wore red shoes and a red robe, and threw herself into the pond, ending her life of anger and humiliation.

According to Jun Lingtian's scientific understanding in the 21st century, he doesn't think that there is a ghost, and in his heart he thinks that if the world can become a ghost, and there are countless wicked people who have died at his hands, and there are even more people who want to look for him, then he himself doesn't have to be a killer for a long time, and he let the ghost kill him in his dream. At this moment, he has completely forgotten that he woke up and took himself for a fool.

Although Jun Lingtian was a human being in two lives, and he didn't believe in ghosts in his previous life, from this life, from the memory of this little Taoist priest, he clearly remembered that his master talked about the heavy expression after the autopsy at that time.

The little Taoist master's name is Chen Banshan, fifty or sixty years old, and he is a Taoist priest. In the 80s, in the land of China, many rural funerals and religious beliefs still believed in Taoist priests, and Master Chen Banshan was the leader in this industry, and he was a highly prestigious figure in this industry.

It is said that on the night when Ma Xianglan threw herself into the pond, the sky was odd and the moon was round. But after she threw herself into the pond, the sky suddenly changed, the dark clouds were thick and the night was dark and the wind was high, and no one in the village dared to go down to the pond that night to salvage it.

Strange to say, the next day, the weather changed again, the sun was shining, and under the repeated pleas of Ma's father, the village chief finally organized a few slightly bold village names to salvage Ma Xianglan's body.

According to the name of the village that was watching at the time, the moment Ma Xianglan's body came out of the water, I saw that her eyes were wide open, her belly was as big as a basin, and the originally sunny sunny day suddenly exploded a thunderstorm, which scared everyone out. Seeing that this situation was not good, the village chief was so frightened that he hurriedly sent someone to Feifeng Mountain to find Taoist priest Chen Banshan.

Thunderbolt on a sunny day, death without blinking eyes, many disadvantages, the village names were already frightened by this sudden situation, and no one dared to carry Ma Xianglan's body. In the end, it was Ma's father who carried Ma Xianglan back to his home alone. Although the Ma family is poor, they also have a large population, and when they saw Ma Xianglan's body come back, everyone was already infected by Mrs. Ma and cried together.

Ma's father also understands some local customs and superstitions, so he first asked someone to release a cannonball, and then carried his daughter back to the house, put it on the door panel prepared in advance, and then closed her eyes with her hands with tears, and took a piece of cloth to cover Ma Xianglan's head completely. Immediately after that, according to the custom, he began to light incense and candles, because the local custom requires the Taoist priest to open the altar to attract the soul, so he can light the soul lamp and burn paper money, and Chen Banshan has not come at that time, so the father did not light the lamp. Only do some preparations and wait for the arrival of the Taoist priest.

Later that day, Chen Banshan finally arrived in the eager anticipation of the village chief. On the way, Chen Banshan had already heard from the villagers about the situation when the body was recovered, and when he arrived in the village, he came to Ma's house without saying too much to the village chief.

After arriving at Ma's house, Chen Banshan carefully asked Ma's father about the causes and consequences of Ma Xianglan's throwing into the pond, as well as the various processes of salvaging the body.

After asking about the situation, Chen Banshan and the village chief came to Ma Xianglan's corpse with a heavy face, looking at the corpse in front of him with a red body and a big belly, Rao is Chen Banshan was used to seeing the wind and rain and was also surprised.

Chen Banshan came to the corpse, his face was grim, and under the gaze of everyone, he slowly lifted the cover on Ma Xianglan's head. When the cover was lifted, everyone was once again startled by what they saw, and the village chief and several other villagers were even more frightened and their legs trembled and they screamed.

I saw that on the door panel, Ma Xianglan's head had been soaked overnight, and it was already slightly blessed, and the eyes that were originally closed by Ma's father with his hands were once again open angrily, and they were terrified.

Seeing this situation, although Chen Banshan was surprised, he did not panic, which in the hearts of everyone, this fully showed the demeanor of a master.

Removing the cover, Chen Banshan turned to everyone and asked:

"Open the altar to attract souls, this way will be done immediately, but not here, is there that one in your village, or is that place that receives the longest amount of sunlight in a day?"

When everyone heard Chen Banshan say this, you look at me, I see that you don't know what you mean, and finally the village chief came out tremblingly and said:

"If there is any house, there is none, but if there is a place. Everyone was still a little confused at first, but after listening to the village chief's reminder, everyone thought of a place in unison.

"Village chief, please speak. ”

"That place is not far from here, just halfway up the hill behind the village, where is a grass house built by the commune, there is a flat dam outside the grass house, which is the common place for the whole village to dry all kinds of grain, and the grass house is used to put some tools and care for the big guys. Where should be the place where the most sun is spent throughout the day. The village chief said the place tremblingly, and Chen Banshan continued:

"Then ask the village chief to ask someone to move a table where to go, and prepare 9 chickens (roosters) and a black dog with a flower tongue, remember that it must be a black dog, and the tongue is a flower. ”

"Dao Chief, it's easy to find a chicken, but it's not easy to find this flowery-tongued black dog! Can you find something else instead?" the village chief said embarrassed after listening to Chen Banshan's words.

Before Chen Banshan could answer, one of the villagers had already preemptively asked:

"Daochang Chen, why does it have to be a black dog, and it has a flower tongue?" The name of the village seemed to ask the voices of everyone present, and everyone looked at Chen Banshan and hoped that he would clear up everyone's doubts.

Chen Banshan didn't take it, and said calmly:

"This black dog is the most yang thing in livestock, and when people die, the lights go out, and there is no yang energy, only yin energy. This black dog belongs to Yang and Yin, it is an excellent auxiliary, and the black dog has spirituality, and the effect of driving away evil and suppressing yin is better, as for the flower tongue, as long as you pay a little attention to it, you will know that if a dog's tongue is flower, it will burst out of its personality, and the bite is particularly low, this kind of black dog is used to deal with the yin matter, it is even more effective with half the effort, and the village chief sent people to find it as much as possible! Poor Dao also hopes that this time it will not be used, but this ....."

Hearing what Chen Banshan said so mysteriously, everyone had less doubts in their hearts, but they were more worried in their hearts.

"Dao Chief, will that ......" The village chief looked at Chen Banshan worriedly.

"Don't worry, the village chief is poor, and he will never let the demons cause chaos, so you can rest assured to prepare! If you don't find the black dog before the first seven, tell me in advance." ”

"Okay, well, then there will be a chief of labor, let's do it. As he spoke, the village chief took a group of people out of the house and went on errands.

Seeing the village chief leading everyone away, Chen Banshan turned around and came to the corpse, turned his back to Father Ma and said:

"Brother Ma, Poor Dao needs to draw a talisman soon, please go get a bowl, and catch a chicken that is the most ferocious in your family, that is, the one that eats the most and occupies the most hens. The bowl must be the one in your rice bowl, if you don't have it, you can borrow it from someone's house. ”

Father Ma heard Chen Banshan's words, and began to froze for a while, and after he understood it, he hurriedly responded:

"Okay, okay, I'll catch it. ”

Looking at the slightly blessed female corpse in front of him, and listening to the crying voices of the female dependents outside the door, Chen Banshan was calm on the surface, and his heart was extremely heavy.

To say that the corpse was only soaked overnight, there should not be such an obvious fortune, but she just made it, others don't know, but Chen Banshan knows in his heart that this is obviously a sign that the corpse is about to change.

"Demon, it's not easy for you, if you follow the guidance of this path to reincarnate and reincarnate! Chen Banshan was silent in his heart.

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