"The spring is in the response, the collection is clear and large, the clouds are like rain, and the spring is ......"

An old voice sounded behind me, and suddenly, in front of me, there was a grunt, bursts of bubbles appeared out of thin air, and with a plop, a stream of water gushed out, and with a bang, the evil sword in my hand was doused with water, and all of a sudden, it turned into a burst of black mist and disappeared.

The water splashed onto my hand, stinging, and I hurriedly released the frame in my hand.

"Hey, young man, this thing is this guy's jar, broken, he's in big trouble."

A hand, stretched out, caught the forehead picture frame that was about to fall to the ground, it was a soldier, wearing a blue-gray robe, in his 50s, with high cheekbones, a thin body, tall, half a head taller than me.

"Under the surname Mao, the road number is Yiping, just call me Mao Yiping, I don't know Your Excellency's surname?"

"My name is Zhang Qingyuan."

"Oh, are you Zhang Qingyuan?"

The Taoist priest named Mao Yiping looked me up and down, and then clapped his hands with a snap.

"It's okay, it's okay, you all go home."

"Dao Chief, this person is so fierce."

A ghost, with its head peeking out of the wall, looked at me in horror.

"Little brother Qingyuan, these ghosts are just using this as a residence, how can you do it, it's so fierce."

I groaned, looking at the ghosts that came out of the walls in embarrassment.

"Yes, yes, we are just residents here, as soon as you come in, you will be beaten and killed, and the evil spirit on your body is so heavy, if you don't say anything, you will beat us."

"I, I didn't, you scared me first."

"Fart, stinky boy, look at my eyes."

All of a sudden, the ghost in the photo appeared, indeed, one eye was bloody and blurred, and he covered his eyes in pain and glared at me.

"Dao Chief, save Xiao Qi, he is so seriously injured."

Then I saw a few ghosts, and brought the ghost who had just cut off my head, and the ghost kept whimpering, screaming in pain, and the figure gradually disappeared, and all at once, all the ghosts glared at me viciously.

"Little brother Qingyuan, you are too ruthless this time, they are just ordinary discouragement, white shirts, at most yellow pages."

Mao Yiping said, sighed, took out a broken bowl, the fourth anniversary, wrote a lot of runes, red, and then I saw him holding a small branch, in the bowl, dipped it, there were words in his mouth, and then raised his hand, smack, I saw a little purple light, sprinkled on the ghost's body, his gradually dissipating figure, stopped.

"Okay, everyone, go back and forth for seven days and seven nights, you bring him to my house, and in another nine hundred and eighty-one days, he will recover, okay, everyone, let's all disperse, this little brother, it seems that he didn't mean to trouble you."

I lowered my head a little ashamedly, and then Mao Yiping laughed and took my hand.

"Let's go, go to my house and talk in detail, little brother Qingyuan."

Then we came to the top floor, 918, Mao Yiping took the key, opened the door, and the room was lit with yellow lights, which were still the kind of old bulbs.

The house looked destitute, and there were no overly modern furniture, with a three-clear altar, a simple table of eight immortals, and a soft couch covered with thin bedding.

The standard three-bedroom living room, the doors of the two bedrooms are closed, and the gossip mirrors are hung on them.

I sat down, Mao Yiping put a big black teapot in the kitchen, still shining on the coal stove, and then he began to look around for tea, and then embarrassedly took two broken cups, poured a little tea foam, and went in.

"I'm sorry, little brother Qingyuan, I don't have anything to do here, entertain."

"No, no, Dao Chief, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for what just happened."

Then the water boiled, Mao Yiping poured me water, the strange thing is that the tea, the texture does not look good, but as soon as it is brewed, the taste is very fragrant, I stretched out my nose and sniffed.

"Hehe, I don't know, little brother Qingyuan, what do you want to do here?"

Looking at the Maoshan Taoist priest in front of me, I felt that he had an easy-going atmosphere, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and ghosts, like neighbors.

I told the Taoist priest in front of me about the incident when I was a child, and he shook his head and sighed.

"I didn't expect you to have such a miserable situation, it's really not easy, little brother Qingyuan, I have a sentence, I don't know if to say it?"

"Dao Chief, you say."

"You have fallen into this ghost path now, it must not be your original intention, as a person, no matter where you are, you must also know that the right way in this world is the vicissitudes of life!"

I nodded as if I didn't understand, and Mao Yiping smiled.

Then I asked, why Mao Yiping is here.

"Little brother Qingyuan, you don't know, here, black and white are clear, people are people, ghosts are ghosts, it's better than too much in the yang world, Taoist I, I dance swords and sing every morning, I have nothing to do at noon, go out for a walk, and at night, meditate and chant scriptures, and when I have time, go out to subdue one or two evil ghosts."

"That Dao chief, why didn't you take that evil ghost?"

"Little brother Qingyuan, you don't know anything, our Maoshan Sect is not Naluo, and it is not a ghost that must be accepted, if the ghost does not offend me, how can I commit a ghost? That evil ghost, although he has done such a hurtful thing, but the way of heaven has its own certainty, and now you are also planning to solve him, in the dark, everything is already doomed. ”

I sighed, nodded, looked at Mao Yiping suspiciously, and asked jokingly.

"Dao Chief, you didn't see that guy, amazing, so you didn't accept him, right?"

"That guy is really powerful, but now, he is much more honest, besides, he has something to do with those night tours, because of this, it is not convenient for me for him to do it, besides, once he does, I am afraid that it will affect the other residents here."

I looked at Mao Yiping suspiciously, and looked at him with some confusion.

"Hehe, the so-called night tour, in modern times, is like a policeman, a ghost who patrols at night, and the people of Huangquan belong to the same Yin Cao Division, they may come tonight, you will know later!"

It was just after 10 o'clock, and my dad called, and all I could say was that I had a good time at a friend's house, and I might have to go back later tonight.

I drank a lot of water, and this tea, although bitter, was really delicious, and the more I drank it, the more it tasted.

At about 11 o'clock, there seemed to be a commotion below, Mao Yiping stood up and pulled me to the window.

I looked down, and there were a lot of ghosts gathered in the yard, and there were hundreds of them, and these ghosts, lined up, what were they holding in their hands? I can't see clearly.

Then I saw a man in a black and yellow uniform walk in, looking swaggering.

"This month, if you haven't paid the money, hurry up." The ghost shouted at the top of his lungs.

"What's going on?"

"A lot of ghosts and wild ghosts who are homeless and can't be reincarnated, staying in this yang world, they must be controlled, spending money can eliminate disasters, this is in the ghost road, or humane, they are all the same, they pay the money, these bad things, they will not come to trouble, and they are allowed to stay in the yang world."

I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth as I watched.

"By the way, Dao Chief, where is that ghost now? I'm ...... tonight."

"Little brother Qingyuan, you go back for the time being, these days, night tours, will come to collect money, so, you can wait for them to leave, and then do it, it's not too late, otherwise with you now, if you do it, I'm afraid, it's not the opponent of that night tour."

I sighed, watched it, and gradually, the ghosts who paid the money dispersed one after another, and there were only a few dozen left, and the ghosts who didn't pay the money were trembling and huddled around.

"A few of you, listen to me, at the end of this month, if you can't come up with the money, I'll lock you up first and hand it over to the ghost, do you hear?"

That night lobbying, with a stick, he hit several ghosts. Several ghosts screamed, hugged their heads, squatted on the ground, and then Yeyou laughed, looked at the heavy bag, and left satisfied.

"Which world, it's like this, the weak eat the strong, the world is like this, the ghost world, even more, let's go, little brother Qingyuan."

Then I pulled Mao Yiping and returned to the living room.

"I see that there are still quite a few residents with lights on, Dao Chief, are they?"

Mao Yiping shook his head.

"Here, I am the only one, I am a person, and the others are all ghosts, but recently, three powerful ghosts came, and they lived in this wisteria community, I heard that they came up from the Yin Cao, looking for someone, revenge, so, little brother Qingyuan, you are here, you still have to be careful, I have lived for a long time with Taoist priests, and they are also well water and do not interfere with river water."

I nodded, looking at this Taoist priest with some doubts, but just now, I saw the purple point of light, I heard before that in the Maoshan Sect, there are already a few people who can use blue talismans, and the next one, purple, silver, and gold.

"Are you a Purple Fu Daoist?"

Mao Yiping nodded, I chuckled in my heart, no wonder he could easily dissolve my evil sword, and from his mouth, he said, there are three powerful ghosts recently, I have to be careful.

"Do those three ghosts have anything to do with the ghost that killed the child?"

Mao Yiping smiled.

"It's irrelevant, it's just ghosts, it's like just now, they just tricked you, ghosts sometimes reason, sometimes they can't figure it out, so, little brother Qingyuan, if you fight with that ghost, those three ghosts, can't look past it, and come to help, it's bad, why don't you go back and bring some help?"

I stood up, smiled, and shook my head.

"It's my own business, and I'll take care of it myself."

At about 11 o'clock, I left the wisteria community and wandered aimlessly on the road, intending to walk back slowly, thinking about how to solve it alone.

When I came to a night market, at this moment, I saw a familiar figure, if the emperor was not, she was standing in front of a small stall, as if she was entangled in something, with a solemn face.