The night was as cold as water, Bu'an carried a large bag and a small bag, followed everyone out of the house, and walked onto the empty street covered with blood moon red veil, feeling the ghost aura formed in the dantian of the lower abdomen, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Gongsun Pang is the leader of this ghost hunting team, but he is also the shortest one. He turned back as he walked and said: "That little guy is too timid, and he doesn't know how to run when the ghost comes. ”

Bu An heard it inexplicably, and said in his heart, didn't you send him to feed the ghosts? until I heard the cook echo: "The fat man is right, that little guy was frightened, and he was motionless there, and he was entangled by the hanged ghost all his life, and we all saw it." Bu An suddenly realized, it turned out that this was a confession!

The middle-aged Dao Gu helped Gongsun Pang add some details; Luo Qingting didn't say a word, which was considered to be a tacit acquiescence to their statement; Deng Xiaoxian didn't even bother to care, tilted his head and swayed leisurely at the scarlet evil moon the size of a pebble in the east of the night sky, and said to himself: "I haven't seen you for a few days, it seems to have gotten bigger again." ”

Luo Qingting let out a breath from his nostrils and said disdainfully: "The beginning of the day is as big as the car cover, and the middle of the day is like a pan, isn't this small for the far and big for the near?"

Deng Xiaoxian said suspiciously: "What do you mean?" Seeing Luo Qingting's arrogant face, he said to Bu An with some timidity: "What did she say?"

Bu An lifted the big cloth bag with all kinds of ghost-catching props on his back, shook his head and said, "This is the story of Confucius who went out to travel and bullied two children...... What Miss Luo meant was that when the sun first rose from the eastern mountains, it would appear very large, and so would the moon. ”

Deng Xiaoxian snorted and said, "Don't talk about good people, bully me for not studying?"

Before he finished speaking, a loud sound of "hulala" suddenly sounded in the sky, and everyone subconsciously lowered their bodies and scattered in all directions. Bu An held a bulging cloth bag to protect the top of his head, looked sideways to the sky, and saw a majestic black shadow covering the starry sky, like a giant bird flying by, and the sound just now should have been made when it flapped its wings!

The giant bird flew overhead, and the wind of its wings was blown to the ground, blowing the bag in Bu'an's hand with a hunting sound. Everyone stood up one after another, and the cook cried out in horror, "What the hell?"

Deng Xiaoxian replied: "It's like a strange bird, it's surprisingly big!"

Gongsun Pang touched his bare chin and said softly, "Maybe it's a demon." ”

Luo Qingting was silent for a long time, and suddenly said leisurely: "There is a fish in the North Hell, and its name is Kun. Kun ......"

Bu An pouted and said, "Kun is so big, you can't cook it in one pot!"

Deng Xiaoxian laughed, Luo Qingting couldn't help laughing, but the cook retorted: "How can a fish fly to the sky?"

Gongsun Pang said angrily: "You are also a Taoist cultivator, haven't you even read "Zhuangzi"? Kun can turn into a bird, and his name is Peng!"

Deng Xiaoxian was already laughing breathlessly, but he still couldn't help but say, "No, that's right...... Peng's Great ...... One pot ...... I can't cook in one pot. ”

The middle-aged Dao Gu didn't seem to have much sense of humor, and didn't think that "a pot can't be cooked" was funny, and said worriedly: "It doesn't matter if it's a fish, a bird or a demon, it's not a good sign." ”

Gongsun Pang also felt the same way, and calmly ordered everyone to hurry back, so not long after, this ghost hunting team composed of five Taoist cultivators, charms, talismans, instruments, arrays, and feng shui, plus a Confucian handyman, parted ways on the street and went back to their respective homes.

On the way to the south of the city with Deng Xiaoxian, Bu An was still carrying a cloth bag, which contained worthless ghost-hunting props such as peach stakes and yellow mounted paper. Only then did he complain about Deng Xiaoxian half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Deng Xiaoxian explained seriously: "You have wronged me." His grandson Pang's spiritual power can be made into spiritual weapons, and the little lady of the Luo family relies on computing power to form a formation, not to mention the chef's feng shui...... Only my curse Xuan, as soon as I open my mouth, I can't hold it, and my spiritual power runs out as if I don't want money, I don't save a little, sooner or later I will become a waste! You also saw it, Gongsun Pang, this old boy, kills people without even blinking an eye. ”

Seeing that Bu'an was not very convinced, he continued to complain: "When I was in the government prison, I was not reluctant to have spiritual power, but I didn't dare to come nonsense...... If you sneak out, it's good to fall into the hands of the Yuezhou officials, but if it falls into the hands of the Inspectorate......"

After Bu'an went down the mountain, it was the first time he heard the name of the Inspectorate, and he frowned and said, "You are not an official, why does the Inspectorate want to take care of you?"

Deng Xiaoxian looked at Bu An with a puzzled expression, and suddenly smiled: "Are you pretending to be stupid with me again?"

Bu An waved his hand and said, "Aren't you always pretending to be stupid? What the hell is going on? How can you have anything to do with the Imperial Court Inspectorate?"

Deng Xiaoxian scratched his head suspiciously, and said, "Isn't the Inspectorate of the Inspectorate the world's cultivators!"

"Huh?" Bu'an's mouth opened so wide, his eyes rolled back and forth, thinking that he had made an empirical mistake this time. He relied on his own understanding of history, and thought that the inspectorate of the Liang Dynasty was the same as the inspectorate of the Ming and Qing dynasties, which was used by the emperor to supervise hundreds of officials, which was equivalent to the imperial history platform of the Tang and Song dynasties, but he didn't expect that he was wrong!

No wonder Tu Yao said that there are not many people in the world who don't know Yu Zhaozhong, it turns out that the power of the Inspectorate is so great and his hand is stretched out so long!

He sighed and said casually: "It's not easy for you to ......."

Deng Xiaoxian's face suddenly relaxed, as if he was climbing up the pole, and said with a shy face: "It's not easy...... So you see, this season's Lanting rally, or come with me!"

"Lanting assembly?" Bu An turned his head to look at him, thinking to himself what this means? Could it be that in this world, the Lanting assembly in the Eastern Jin Dynasty has continued to the present?

"Don't pretend to be stupid, every season of the Lanting Gathering, you Tianmu Academy will participate. I don't want to touch the flowing Yaxing, but I just want to rub the aura of the new poems and songs...... Ha, this time it is estimated that the three-step poetry will also go!" Deng Xiaoxian looked extremely yearning, and seemed to have seen the aura of the mountains and valleys.

Bu An nodded suddenly, thought for a while, and said, "If I can go, I will naturally find a way to bring you with me...... But first you have to tell me, what does this new song mean? In addition to poetry, a new song can also attract heroes?"

Deng Xiaoxian got his promise, his face was flushed, and he said with a smile: "If it weren't for the new song that could attract aura, who would spend ten taels of silver to go to Linglong Fang just to listen to a music party?"

When Bu An heard this explanation, he was in a good mood. Although he is not a musical genius, he has heard so many classical, pop, rock or folk songs, and he can't write songs......

At this time, the night was dark, and the strange birds in the sky had flown to the point where they were gone, and a Confucian and two people walked on the nine-hole stone bridge of the canal to Nancheng, and they were in their own good moods.