It's been a long time since the sun has set behind the mountains. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The darkness swept like a tide, and on the top of the hill at the west end of the village, lay dark red clouds, like a giant insect that was unwilling to disappear and still struggled and writhed.

On the courtyard dam, under the pergola, two hundred-watt incandescent lamps are hung.

The lights were bright, and countless moths flew around the electric lights, and in the light and shadow, there seemed to be many black spots dancing.

People came, people dispersed.

The lock cheerleaders are already playing.

In the tune of the blood-stained style, in a side room of Qiao's house, Luo Ping sat on a small bench, holding a cigarette between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, the cigarette butt was slightly bright, and a stream of green smoke rose.

His face was pale, his head bowed, and he stared at the ground.

Jiang Sanye sat on the rattan chair in the room, raising his right hand and patting his thigh from time to time, while repeating a sentence in his mouth.

"That's not how it works!"

At the door, a middle-aged woman with a white handkerchief wrapped around her head and a black veil wrapped around her left arm laughed with her, her mouth fluttering up and down, and she kept talking.

"Old man, Master Luo, this is my Qiao family's fault, I didn't expect it to be like this, I didn't know that the boss would do this......"

Gu Xinyan stood next to a standing cabinet, his fingernails unconsciously lightly buckled on the surface of the wooden cabinet, and watched the big scene quietly.

It's very simple, and it can be explained in two or three sentences.

There was an extra yin and yang Taoist priest at the funeral.

This matter starts with Qiao Sen, the boss of the Qiao family.

Qiao Sen, who is in his Chinese New Year's Eve, works on the railway and is a watchman in the dispatching room of the Jiangjin County Railway Station.

When the train passes by the station, there are always staff members standing on the platform with small flags, and Jossen does this job.

Qingshui Town is under the jurisdiction of Jiangjin County, there are more than 30 miles away from Jiangjin, and the Yuyi Railway passes through these two places, and there is only a small station called Gujiatuo in the middle.

Qiao Liu is a carpenter and has always been begging for a living in Qingshui Town.

The reason why Qiao Sen jumped out of the countryside and won the iron rice bowl was due to Qiao Liu's eldest brother Qiao ****.

Qiao **** went out to serve as a soldier when he was a teenager, participated in the self-defense counterattack against India, was wounded, won medals, and stayed in Tibet to work after being discharged from the army.

When he was in the seventies, he returned to the mainland and was assigned to the railway.

Qiao **** has never married in his life, has no children and no daughters, and it is rumored that he was injured to the vital part.

Later, Qiao Sen entered Qiao ****'s household registration, became Qiao ****'s son in the household registration book, replaced Qiao **** as a member of the railway, and won an iron rice bowl.

At the same time, Qiao Sen is Qiao Liu's only son.

Early this morning, after receiving the news that Qiao Liu was drunk and drowned in the pond, he immediately asked for leave to go home, and when Luo Ping and the others went up the mountain to look for the grave, he returned to the Qingshui Eighth Team.

He didn't come back alone.

In addition to a few colleagues, there was also a Yin Yang Taoist priest who was traveling with him.

At the funeral, there must not be two Yin Yang Taoist priests in front of each other, this is the default rule.

Therefore, Luo Ping was so angry that he felt greatly insulted.

"Mr. Liu said, he just came with a friend, and the affairs are still presided over by you, Master Luo, and he will just look at it from the side, and he won't say anything......"

Qiao Mulian said.

"Hey!"

Luo Ping sighed, shook off the finger-length ash blowing at the cigarette butt, raised his hand, took the cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Spit out a puff of smoke rings, Luo Ping said.

"Second Sister Qiao, you have inquired in all directions, have I Luo done something sloppy? Since the second sister is here, in a while, I will do a good job in front of this master......"

"Trouble! Master Luo......"

Qiao Mulian's face was full of smiles.

Luo Ping waved his hand and didn't say anything, he stood up and prepared to walk out.

At this time, a middle-aged woman pushed open the half-open and half-hidden door and broke in, this woman with a similar appearance to Qiao Mulian was Qiao Shuilian, the third child of the Qiao family, she looked anxious, and her voice trembled.

"Nope! Oh no! That one...... That incense is gone! ”

"What?"

"The incense is extinguished, and the boss takes the lighter to light the incense again and light it...... I can't light it! ”

Does the incense burn?

What the heck?

Luo Ping's whole person is not good.

Similar to the legend that the incense cannot be lit at the funeral, Luo Ping has heard many versions, and the center of these stories is related to evil spirits and ghosts. However, he has always treated it as a joke, and when he drinks and chats with his fox friends, he has also made several versions of it.

Deep down, he didn't believe it.

This is not scientific!

He and Jiang Sanye glanced at each other, took a step, and strode out.

A group of people hurried out of the door, and soon, Gu Xinyan was the only one left in the entire side room, he leaned against the wooden cabinet, his fingers still lightly picking at the counter.

Gu Xinyan frowned, and his nose was slightly wrinkled.

There seems to be a special smell in the air, what kind of smell is it? But it is difficult to explain that in the past ten years of life, he has never smelled this smell.

The rancid smell of corpses?

The smell of Houttuynia cordata?

Rusty smell?

The taste of the pickle jar?

It seems to have both......

Don't?

Thinking of something, Gu Xinyan's face became solemn.

Two or three hours ago, he opened the Heavenly Eye to cast spells to transfer the earth's qi, which consumed a lot of essence and energy, which can be said to be a great loss of vitality. If he did it again, he didn't know if he would be able to hold it up.

Walking out the door, a group of people gathered in front of the hall, their heads facing the hall, like a group of noisy quails, chattering endlessly.

Luo Ping and others were also blocked from the door and couldn't enter the door for a while.

"Master Luo is here, let's let ......"

Jiang Sanye shouted loudly.

In this way, like the Red Sea, which had been cast by the prophet Moses, the people made a way out of the middle, and Gu Xinyan followed Luo Ping through the narrow passage and entered the hall.

The hall was empty, except for a coffin.

In front of the coffin, Qiao Sen, who was white and fat, was sweating profusely, he knelt in front of the coffin, on the futon, his right hand kept hitting the lighter, and immediately trembling to approach the incense candle in front of him after the flame came out, however, when he was about to light the incense candle, the flame on the lighter would turn dark blue and be extinguished instantly.

The strange thing is that there is not a trace of wind in the mourning hall.

On the side of the hall, a man in a homespun coat who looked like an old peasant stood with his hands in his hands, he was tall, but his body was thin, his back was slightly saddled, his face was clear, his hair was gray, the corners of his eyes were narrow, and his eyes were very sharp, like sharp swords, and the edge was faintly visible.

His hair was long and tied into a bun.

This person is Liu Lingdong, the Yin Yang Taoist who came with Qiao Sen.

At first, his eyes kept falling on the coffin, and after Luo Ping and the others came in, his eyes turned to Luo Ping, squinting his eyes, as if he was observing something.

Gu Xinyan glanced at him quickly, and then quickly retracted his gaze, lowered his head, looked at the ground under his feet, moved his steps slightly, and stood against the corner of the house.

This is a yin and yang with real skills!

In this person, Gu Xinyan felt the flow of qi, but because he didn't open the eye of heaven, he couldn't know the strength of the aura on the other party's body.

A Yin Yang Taoist priest, if he has no breath in his body, no matter how high his theoretical level is, no matter how good he is, no matter how good he is, he is just a first-class liar.

Whether it's looking for dragon points, transporting and praying for blessings, or eliminating disasters and solving problems...... Any ritual is inseparable from the use of qi, and without it, no matter how perfectly your gestures and spells are combined, it will be useless.

For more than two years, Gu Xinyan has never seen a guy with anger on his body.

He was a little worried that the other party could see that he was different, and he was worried that the secrets contained in his body would be exposed, so he quietly avoided them.

Liu Lingdong was a little puzzled.

The guy in front of him who couldn't hide his panic was the person he was looking for?

It's not like that!

This time, is it going to be another empty trip?

Jiangjin County is located on the south bank of the river, more than 200 miles southwest of the county seat, and a continuous mountain separates Sichuan Province from Guizhou Province. In the depths of the mountain, there is a place called Qingxigou, in Qingxigou, there is a Taoist temple called Yuquan Temple, Liu Lingdong was born here.

He is an orphan, adopted by the Taoist priest in the temple since he was a child, and has been given a urn, listed as Tiancao, and is a real descendant of Zhengyi.

In that special period of time, Qingxigou due to the remote terrain, the road is difficult to travel, Yuquan Temple also escaped the catastrophe, Rao is so, several Taoist priests in the temple also had to return to the custom.

Although they still live in the temple, they are not Taoist priests.

Later, things changed, and after the restoration of Taoism, the Yuquan Temple also began to slowly revivenation.

In order to raise money to renovate the Taoist temple, the Taoist priests came out of the mountains to help people transport blessings, help people eliminate disasters and solve problems, help people find dragon points, and do feng shui rituals.

However, among these Taoist priests, only Liu Lingdong has real skills.

Such a person is called a real person.

The same classics, the same inheritance, the same cultivation methods, food and accommodation are all in the same place, among a group of senior brothers, only Liu Lingdong has cultivated his breath alone.

The master said that this is a person's talent, and he can't force it.

If a Taoist temple does not exist in real people, no matter how famous it is, no matter how beautiful its scenery is, it is just a tourist attraction, and it will never be seen by people who really know how to do it.

A few decades ago, the Yuquan Temple was very prosperous, and although it was located in the middle of the mountains, it was famous abroad.

At that time, there were three or four real people in each generation.

Today, the entire Yuquan Temple has completely withered, and the entire Taoist Temple, only Liu Lingdong has real skills, and his age is not small, and the inheritance in the temple is in danger of being cut off.

In the past two years, Luo Ping's name has spread far and wide.

It is said that he is a yin and yang with real skills, and the few cemeteries he ordered, the luck of his descendants has improved significantly, and several have made a fortune.

Such rumors also reached Liu Lingdong's ears.

This time, Liu Lingdong rarely had time, so he came with Qiao Sen.

If Luo Ping has real ability, he hopes to introduce it into the Yuquan Temple and inherit the Taoist system of the Yuquan Temple. Anyway, the Taoist priests of this era were not afraid of marriage, and if they were entered into the roster by the government's religious management department through the Yuquan Temple, they could still receive a salary like a civil servant.

With such a condition, he didn't think Luo Ping could refuse.

It's just that Luo Ping, who is obviously at a loss now, doesn't seem to have any real skills.

Liu Lingdong will be angry, but he needs to lay out the magic circle with great fanfare, and he must also have the assistance of magic weapons, which cannot be done with the naked eye alone, and for a while, it will be impossible to find out Luo Ping's reality and reality.

Check it out!

Then check it out!

Let's see if he can fix this!