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Flipping through the three yellowed thread-bound books, the top one was the original ghost book, which was older than the two books below, and was full of the same symbols as on the wall.

And the second book is the research experience of this old Mr. Lu An's ghost books, to put it bluntly, it is a dictionary of ghost books.

As for the third book, it is mainly based on pictures, and what is mainly recorded here is the drawing method of some Qimen formations and talismans.

When Zhang Ling turned to one of the pages, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in his heart: "Isn't this the strange formation that surrounds the Lu family's old mansion?" ”

Looking at the annotation next to the formation, Zhang Ling knew that the outside formation was originally called the Eight Gates Ghost Binding Array, which evolved on the basis of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array.

If you want to crack this array, you only need to know the eight gates represented by the inscription, combine the five elements of the trunk and branch here, and find out where the living gate is to break the formation.

After reading it, Zhang Ling was ecstatic, having three books can be regarded as a tiger with wings for him, even if he encounters some difficult evil ghosts in the future, he can deal with them calmly.

But the moment he put the three books in his bag, he hesitated, and his conscience told him that this was the Lu family's thing, and he couldn't swallow it privately.

But his greed is saying that no one knows about the existence of this thing, and as long as he doesn't say it, these three books are his.

Zhang Ling's heart struggled, he rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment and said to himself: "Forget it, let's go out first!" ”

Following the original road, Zhang Ling returned to the old mansion of the Lu family, and as soon as he came out of the well, the door of the old mansion was pushed open.

When he heard the voice, he saw Mei Ruolan and Lu Mingxuan walking in with a kind old man in their arms.

"Grandpa, this is Zhang Ling, Master Zhang, he is a master of Taoism, and the matter of this old mansion can be solved soon!"

Lu Mingxuan's introduction made Zhang Ling feel very embarrassed, where is he a master, just a little thief who forgets his righteousness!

"Hehe, old Lu Fuguang, I've seen Mr.!"

The old man pushed Lu Mingxuan's hand away, held his cane and saluted Zhang Ling with his fist, without the slightest hint of slowness.

"Mr. Lu, you are too polite, how can I bear such a heavy gift from you!"

Zhang Ling now almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, and the guilt in his heart became stronger and stronger.

“…… I wonder if Mr. has a way to deal with it? ”

Zhang Ling thought wildly about being a thief, and didn't notice what Lu Fuguang said, and he didn't come to his senses until he asked the second time.

"Ah, what?"

"I'm asking, is there a way for me to deal with it?"

"Ah, yes, I've found a way to exorcise the evil of this old mansion, and I can take care of it tomorrow!"

"Very good, very good, the old man has wandered all his life, it's time for the leaves to return to his roots, and this place is the only memory left by my father to the old man."

Saying that, the old man slowly walked towards the lobby, Lu Mingxuan wanted to come over to help him, but was stopped by the old man waving his hand, and said with a smile: "I want to walk by myself, you don't have to follow!" ”

"Then I'll go with the old gentleman!"

Zhang Ling was a little worried that the old man would enter this ghost mansion that had not yet been cleaned up alone, in case any of the eyeless wandering spirits came out to scare him, he would really be too guilty.

The surprise in Lu Fuguang's eyes flashed, and he nodded with a smile: "Okay, sir, let's go with the old man!" ”

Supporting the old man into the inner hall, he looked at the familiar furnishings around him and sighed: "It's been seventy years, and I'm finally back!" ”

Zhang Ling didn't disturb the old man, just quietly stood aside and glared at the wandering spirits who tried to come over, and Lu Fuguang also recalled the long years.

"I've lived here since I was old, and I rarely saw my father, and every time I asked about him, my mother always smiled."

"Until the Japanese came in and most of China fell into the hands of the enemy, I was only a young man at that time, and I didn't know this, I only knew that it was the last time I saw my father."

“……”

"Later, I went to Nanyang with my mother, and I have never heard from my father again, and the only thing I regret is that my father did not leave a photo, and now I can't even remember my father's appearance......"

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but burst into tears, Zhang Ling also had a sour nose when he heard it, and when he thought of Mr. Lu An's strong mind of giving up his small family for everyone, he could no longer control the impulse in his heart.

He took out the three books he got from the secret passage and the letter from his backpack and handed them to Lu Fuguang's hand and said, "I'm ashamed, this is what Mr. Lu An left to the descendants of the Lu family. ”

Lu Fuguang looked at Zhang Ling in surprise, and Zhang Ling was ashamed to tell the old man what happened.

After listening to Zhang Ling's narration, Lu Fuguang didn't have any harsh criticism, he slowly stood up and bowed to Zhang Ling again: "Thank you, sir, if it's not sir, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see this letter again!" ”

Lu Fuguang left with the letter satisfied, Zhang Ling regretted it the moment the old man left, ghost book! His ghost book!

But the matter is a foregone conclusion, and he can't regret it, he can only watch the precious treasure to him miss him, and he can't regret it.

……

"Do you think I'm stupid? I'm pretending to be a good person, ah, do you think I'm stupid! ”

At night, Zhang Ling sat alone in the gazebo in the courtyard and looked at the dazed ghost opposite.

His intestines are about to turn green now, why is he so impulsive, why did he give away the ghost book with a hot head!

But his words were bound to go unanswered, and the ghost sitting across from him looked blankly ahead and floated away.

Looking at the ghost floating away, Zhang Ling sighed and was about to get up, but suddenly he thought of something, he slapped his thigh and said secretly: "It's bad, the method of breaking the formation is still in the book, he didn't even remember it!" ”

"Alas, this unfortunate memory!"

It seems that I have to go to Mr. Lu tomorrow to borrow the book, otherwise he will be a big loss.

……

The next day, just as Zhang Ling was about to call Lu Mingxuan, Lu Fuguang actually came.

This time Lu Mingxuan didn't follow, the old man only brought an entourage, and when he entered the lobby, Lu Fuguang sat at the table and took a cloth bag from the entourage and handed it to Zhang Ling, and said with a smile: "These are the three books left by my father, and I will give them to Mr. today!"

"I'll go, what's going on, the way this plot unfolds is a little wrong."

Looking at Zhang Ling's puzzled eyes, the old man smiled and said, "Sir, don't worry too much, my Lu family has been in business for three generations since my father's death, and no one has understood the way of yin and yang, ghosts and gods. ”

"Mr. and my Lu family are also destined people, and Mr. is upright, I think Mr. will definitely be able to carry forward my father's years of hard work."

Listening to Lu Fuguang's words, Zhang Ling was already excited and didn't know what to say, he really didn't expect that this ghost book could be lost and recovered.

"Oh, by the way, this is what my father gave to my mother before leaving, I think my husband will definitely use it!"

Zhang Ling took a few pieces of paper handed over by Lu Fuguang in surprise and took a look, only to see that there were two sets of corresponding numbers written on the paper, 1 to 17 and 2 to 30......

Looking at the Arabic numerals and Chinese numbers and muttering for a while, he suddenly felt a pang in his heart, and hurriedly opened the two ghost books and experiences.

I saw that every page of the ghost book was marked with an Arabic numeral, and in the ghost book experience, the lower corner of each page was marked with a number written in Chinese!

Seeing this, Zhang Ling couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and he admired Lu An's foresight more and more, if it weren't for the page number comparison table in the Lu family's hand, these two books would be useless at all!

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