"Stop! Who are you? What's the matter with coming to our class? Take off your hat and mask." As soon as I walked into the classroom, Ding Min stopped me.

"What's the matter! Who gave you the right not to let me into the classroom? ", I said with some impatience.

This Ding Min obviously saw me and Sun Miao Chufeng walking together, but he deliberately found fault. The purpose is to attract everyone's attention to her, so that I can embarrass me in public.

Ding Min squinted his eyes and said sarcastically: "Hey, who am I!" It turned out to be Luo. It's so tightly wrapped, what's wrong? There's no face to see people, right? ”。

I felt angry and took a small step forward. His nose was touching her brow. In a voice that only the two of us could hear, "Hey, hey, hey! I'm a scoundrel, and you'd better stop messing with me. Otherwise! I don't know what I'm going to do, anything out of the ordinary."

Sun Miao turned around and clapped his palms with both hands, "Come and see, Squad Leader Ding has been kissed!" ”。

"I'll go, it's really hey! Tianyang, I said that you kid is really not authentic! What are you doing quietly? Hahahaha", Chu Feng dug his nose and said with a little interest.

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of laughter in the class.

Ding Min's face turned red and white, and he took two or three steps back, "You rascal!" ”。

I opened my heart a little and said loudly, "Hey, you call me a hooligan!" Where the hell am I going to flow you? If you don't tell me the reason today, beware of me, sir, I will sue you for slander!"

"Hahaha", another burst of laughter came. I thought to myself: Hmph! Sample! I don't believe I can't subdue you anymore!

Chu Qingshu stared at me with resentment on his face, but he didn't dare to come forward to speak.

At this time, Li Xiuying, who was inseparable from Ding Min, stood up to relieve Ding Min, with a contemptuous expression on my face, "Luo Tianyang, look at what you have become now." Molesting classmates in public, the university book is in vain, right?"

"Cut!". I walked over to my desk without thinking, sat down and picked up the book and read it.

Sun Miao stabbed me in the back and whispered, "Haha! Okay, Tianyang! As soon as you fix her this time, I guess this product will have to be honest for at least a few days! ”。

I turned my head and looked at Sun Miao's gloating appearance. Shaking his head speechlessly, he looked at my textbook.

This morning was full of English classes, and I sat down for a while, feeling bored. So I slowly recalled in my mind what the counselor told me about the meridians and bones of the human body. If people start to do something seriously, they don't have any idea in their minds.

After school in the afternoon, I tidied up my schoolbag and called my master. "Hey! Master. Tomorrow Saturday, there are no classes in the academy, do you still need to bring anything? I'll bring it to you tomorrow morning."

The master said on the other side of the phone: "Tianyang! When you come, don't bring anything with you! It just so happens that I have a job tomorrow, and you come to give me a hand."

I grinned back, "Good class! Master. Please."

The next morning, after being punched and kicked, I left the bamboo forest with the counselor's relieved eyes.

Walking into the paper shop, the master was sitting at the dining table, eating fried dough sticks. I moved a stool, picked up a fritter, and ate it.

The master looked up at me and said incredulously, "Tianyang, are you fighting with someone?" ”。

I took a sip of soy milk without raising my head, burped with satisfaction, shook my head and said to the master, "No, I recently learned iron cloth shirts from others." And it's a quick version, how can you not suffer a little."

The master wiped the oil on his mouth with a wet towel, stroked his beard, and nodded with satisfaction: "I appreciate your kid's tenacity more and more, and I finally didn't lose face."

I pouted, "You didn't lose face, but my face?" Alas. It's all tears! Master".

The master pouted his goatee, "Hmph, you kid still dare to complain." Now it's rare for this society to find someone who can really teach you skills. Let me tell you, you kid should be more respectful to others, learn skills from others, and don't put on any young master's temper. ”！

When I heard this, I waved my hand again and again, "How can it be, is this something that Luo Tianyang can do?" ”。

"Cut! Hurry up and pack up our food, let's go out on a long trip."

I rolled my eyes and said, "No matter how urgent you are, you have to feed your belly, you say yes!" ”。

The master snapped and slapped on my head, "You kid dare to teach your master a lesson now." Feel the skin on your body and see if it's loose."

I pretended to roll up my sleeves, pinched the flesh on my right arm, and said to the master with a hippie smile: "Hehe, it's really a little loose, master, help me."

As soon as the master slapped the table, he jumped up from his seat and kicked me in the ass.

I hurriedly dodged and dodged. "What, master! Don't get angry, your old man, it's hurting your body. In case you twist your waist, I won't have to carry you to the hospital for all kinds of checkups! ”。

"! Hurry up and pack your things and go! ”。

I carried my master's big black suitcase and got on the bus to Yuci County.

More than an hour later, my master and I got out of the car. At this time, the master took out his mobile phone and dialed: "Hey! We are now at the station entrance in Yuci County."

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Please wait a moment, I'll pick you up right away."

After a while, a black sedan stopped at the entrance of the station. The car door opened, and a burly middle-aged man with a white cloth wrapped around his head stepped out of the car. Seeing me and the master, the man hurriedly stepped forward, "Oh, Master Yin, I'm really sorry, there are some things that have been delayed for a while." Please don't forgive me."

The master waved his hand, "Okay." Without further ado, just take me to the place."

The middle-aged man scratched his head in embarrassment, hurriedly opened the car door, bowed, and invited us into the car.

The car sped forward and finally stopped at a pitch-black gate. There are two large white flowers hanging from the door. The middle-aged man hurriedly got out of the car, opened the car door, and asked us to get out of the car.

My master and I, led by a middle-aged man, walked into the courtyard.

There was a mourning shed in the courtyard, and when I looked up, I saw a black-and-white photo of an old man placed in the middle of the mourning hall. A group of men, women and children dressed in filial piety clothes were kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.

After the middle-aged man changed into filial piety clothes, he pulled us to a corner and said to the master with a solemn face: "My father just passed away the day before yesterday, and I wanted to bury his old man yesterday, but I just let the 'Eight Immortals' who carried the coffin exert all their strength, and this coffin is not moving. During this period, I also found a few Taoist priests and asked them to help them see what was going on. Is there any remaining wish that my father can't let go of before his death? But who would have thought that after they saw their father's body, they shook their heads and sighed and said that they couldn't do anything. The father's body is parked at home, plus today is the fourth day. If I don't bury it again, I'm afraid... Woooooo Please also ask the master to teach me how to do it."

When the middle-aged man said at the end, tears were dazzling.

"Eight immortals" refers to a group of people in the family who deal with funerals, they are responsible for a series of procedures such as burial, funeral, burial, etc., because funerals are internal affairs of the clan, so the funeral is the same surname and the same clan personnel, and the people with foreign surnames can only mourn as guests of relatives and friends, therefore, in the village where the clan lives in groups, the "eight immortals" are generally composed of young and middle-aged men who have started a family according to the number of people in each house in the village.

The master had a wisp of beard and sighed, "Alas... What you said on the phone yesterday was rather vague, I just want to ask you, is there anything that your father can't let go of during his lifetime? ”。

The middle-aged man shook his head again and again when he heard this, "My father has always been a pure-hearted person with few desires during his lifetime, and I have never heard him talk about anything regretful and undone."

The master thought for a moment, and then said, "Then does he usually have any hobbies?" ”。

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "My father often went to the teahouse to comment on books before his death, and he said that the biggest pride in his life is to be a storyteller."

The middle-aged man showed a look of reminiscence on his face and continued, "No matter if it is windy or rainy, as long as there is an audience in the audience, even if he is sick, he will take the illness to speak. I also often persuaded him not to do this, and the children were distressed to watch. But he always shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying that he would be very meritorious in telling the stories he knew to others. If anyone dares to stop him from preaching, he will be in a hurry with whomever he wants. Alas. We're all used to going back and forth."

The master glanced at his goatee thoughtfully, then narrowed his eyes and looked towards the mourning hall.

Suddenly, the master's face changed greatly, and he muttered, "Storyteller."

When I heard this, I asked the master with a nervous face, "Master, what kind of spirit do you say?" ”。

At this moment, the middle-aged man was also slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something. Somewhat uncertain, he asked the master, "Master, what kind of spirit you just said can't have anything to do with my father?"

The master exhaled slowly, and said with a complicated expression: "Your father is a great storyteller. His lofty professional ethics are rare in the world, and anyone who sees him will be in awe and call him Mr. It's just that what I didn't expect was that his obsession with storytelling was almost enchanted. After his death, he became a storyteller. ”。

I have seen in the books on the second floor of the master that there is a record of the storyteller. This storyteller, to put it bluntly, means that after the death of the storyteller, because his obsession has not disappeared, he continues to wander the yang world, and he will go up to tell people stories when he catches people with weak yang energy. If you don't listen to him finish the story, run away. Then I'm sorry, he'll take your soul away. Even when you get to Huangquan Road, he will take you with you and continue to satisfy his storytelling craving.

The reason why the storytelling spirit is called a spirit instead of a ghost is because the level of the spirit and the intensity of the yin qi are much higher than the ghosts, which is also the reason why the Taoist priests who came before were powerless. They can slay demons and kill demons. But they can't fight against the spirit. Without him, the level of Taoism is not enough...