At midnight, a rainstorm washed the lodge spotlessly, and the rain came and went faster, and in the middle of the night, the moon tore through the dark clouds and sprinkled the ground with silver glow. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Mingyue is persistent, refusing to stop if she doesn't cover the earth with its halo, and the dead ghost is also persistent, if she doesn't come to Xu Yan's house to flip through the book, it seems that she refuses to look away.

Although it has no books, it just turns the air.

In the moonlight, beside the wooden table, the ghost figure that appeared at some point was still making a gesture of flipping a book, the blurred fingers swaying from time to time, and the cyan face always moved left and right.

It's a habit, a habit that you can't forget even when you're dead.

Maybe it was the previous rainstorm that obscured the bright moon, and today's ghost looked at it for a long time, almost an hour later, the ghost slowly raised its head and floated, ready to blend into the shadow of the tree that was about to move out of the house, but behind the ghost, another figure appeared even more strangely at this time.

"How did you die?"

The sudden inquiry, like thunder in a cemetery, sounded in the dim room, and the ghost figure was obviously shaken, and the figure that had finally condensed was almost not scattered.

Turning his head sharply, the ghost finally saw who was behind it.

Standing behind the ghost shadow was not another ghost, but Xu Yan, who should have been sleeping!

"Is it really crazy to practice?"

With a mouthful of white teeth, Xu Yan smiled stupidly, looking harmless to humans and animals, and his question was even more curious about what a young man should have, just asking a ghost, this kind of behavior is really appalling.

The ghost figure didn't move, floating quietly in front of Xu Yan, and the blurred blue face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

"You've been here for ten days, how can you be considered an acquaintance, tell me, how did you die......" A hint of coldness appeared in Xu Yan's silly smile, and the pupil of his left eye was slightly stared at, and he said coldly: "Wen Taibao!"

In a sentence of Wen Taibao, the ghost shadow on the opposite side was like a lightning strike, and the mist on Qing's face instantly dissipated, revealing a young but extremely terrifying grimace, with two lines of blood and tears on his face, and his eyes were empty.

"You...... Can you see me?" the ghost made a sound as thin as a mosquito, staring at the young man across from him with his eyesless eyes.

"You can't see it when you don't want to see it, but you can see it when you want to see it. Xu Yan blinked and said, "Your voice is too small, can you make it louder, it's so hard to listen." ”

The ghost shadow ignored Xu Yan, but lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and only after a while did he raise his head and say a strange word: "Do you like to read?"

"Huh?" Xu Yan was stunned and said, "I like it, I like to read books the most, I have read everything since I was a child, and the scriptures I read the most." ”

"Huh...... Scold...... Scold. The ghost laughed slowly: "Another Wen Taibao, old seventeen, old seventeen......"

I really can't stand communicating with ghosts, ghosts are not people, I don't know what to think about all day, Xu Yan said straight to the point: "Make a deal, you tell me how you died, I will help you overlive, send you to superlife as soon as possible." ”

Sure enough, this sentence is effective as soon as possible, and when the ghost heard it, he raised his head suddenly, and the figure floated in front of Xu Yan, almost touching Xu Yan's face.

If it was someone else, seeing the ghost shadow close to him, he would have to be scared half to death, but Xu Yan was not afraid, he didn't move his footsteps, the ghost was just a ghost, he hadn't seen it, before he came to Fengshan City, Xu Yan had definitely seen more ghosts than he had seen living people.

"Are you a monk?" there was a slight fluctuation in the ghost's dry and subtle voice, and the voice was slightly louder.

"I'm a Taoist priest. Xu Yan made a mockery and said: "Huai belongs to Yin, gathering souls, the donor's soul is too obsessed, and it happened to die under the locust tree, Yin Huai gathers souls, you are also imprisoned in the tree, and over time you turn into a yin ghost, walking in midnight, but you can't transcend the six realms, compassion, mercy." ”

Regarding the theory of ghosts, Xu Yan was almost always thinking about it when he was young.

Because he can see, so he wants to understand, only by understanding the truth of ghosts, can he no longer be afraid, this ghost theory, is what he saw in the Taoist scriptures, presumably the ancestors of Taoism will not deceive future generations.

A slight sigh came, and the ghost's body spread out a little, and soon condensed again.

"Yes, I just died tragically under this locust tree, trapped in the tree, unable to do anything but swim around the house at midnight......" The ghost's voice looked very tired, and said, "You, can you really exceed?"

"Yes, I'm a Taoist priest. Xu Yan said with a joke.

"Now it's time to go over, just let me leave the yang world and return to the six realms, and I'll tell you how I died. The ghost apparently agreed to Xu Yan's proposal and decided to make the deal.

He has been in the yang world for ten years, except for wandering around the house at midnight, he can't leave this courtyard, the yin locust can indeed gather souls, and can also trap souls.

"Okay!"

Xu Yan looked happy, sat on the ground, facing the locust tree outside the window, his expression was solemn, and he recited the scriptures of the soul.

With Xu Yan's whisper, the big locust tree in the yard rolled up the leaves, the wind was not cold, but there was a cold breath undulating on the trunk, under the recitation of Taoist scriptures, the whole locust tree seemed to be fading a layer of old clothes, and the dull yin began to slowly dissipate.

It's not a ghost, it's just a ghost, and this level of ghost can be surpassed by Taoist scriptures.

The ghost shadow floating next to Xu Yan is not condensed, the body is extremely dim, and it looks very weak, it is precisely because of this that Xu Yan can transcend the scriptures, if it is the kind of ghost with a hideous and clear face, ordinary scriptures are useless, at least with Xu Yan's cultivation in Taoism, he can't do a super ghost, he can only barely exceed the ghost of this level.

A ray of white light appeared on the horizon, and at the end of the night, it was the arrival of day.

After the pious and solemn scriptures were recited by Xu Yan several times, he slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him, the already vague ghost shadow became even darker, like transparent air, he couldn't see his head and face clearly, and he could only see half of the corners of the other party's mouth, as if he was smiling.

No matter how weird the scene is, Xu Yan has seen it, this kind of scene of ghosts about to dissipate is just a pediatric for him, seeing that the ghost is about to dissipate, Xu Yan hurriedly stood up and asked in a low voice: "Wen Taibao, how did you die?"

The misty ghost began to float higher and higher, and the figure became fainter and fainter, until it passed the top of Xu Yan's head, and a sound as thin as a mosquito and fly slowly came.

"I was eaten, ...... was eaten"

The ghost figure is no longer humanoid, like the morning mist that has been pulled up, and said again in a subtle voice: "There is a real devil living in this mountain villa, be careful, old seventeen, old seventeen......"

"Devil?" Xu Yan was suddenly stunned, and asked urgently: "Where is the devil, who is the devil?"

The ghost shadows scattered and cracked, and as a gust of morning wind was completely blown away, Xu Yan, who was standing in the morning breeze, only felt chills all over his body!