Sorry to be a man, a ghost knocks on the door in the middle of the night. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the day of the prodigal son's return, why should the daughter abandon himself.

In the blink of an eye, three days have passed since the Midyear Festival.

Outside the Xiangyuntang store, there was a long queue. Attracted people from the surrounding T-junctions to stop and join in the fun~

Xiangyuntang Cabinet ~

"O Master! My son and daughter-in-law, who died in a car accident, gave me a dream last night, complaining that my wife didn't send them money to spend. Alas~" The old woman's face was full of traces of time, and she was sad. Last year, his son and daughter-in-law died in a car accident, and he took pity on the white-haired man and sent the black-haired man.

"Grandma, your son is short of money to spend in the underworld. I want money for my dreams~" Zhi Xiangyun sighed.

People need money to survive in the yang world, and ghosts also need money to walk in the underworld.

Like buying food, bribing ghost officials, and all kinds of transactions, that is the cost of money drops. Where does the ghost money come from? Of course, it's up to relatives to burn it!

"I know, old woman, I forgot about this two days ago. Burn them flowers tonight~" The old lady wiped away her tears, her short-lived son and daughter-in-law had no money to spend below, and she forgot about such an important matter.

When people get old, they tend to be forgetful. No, the ghost of the son and daughter-in-law reminded me of the dream.

"Grandma, you~ When you burn paper, don't forget to burn a red-clothed villain to it, so as not to let other ghosts come to rob money." On the night of the Midyear Festival, Zhi Xiangyun had witnessed the power of the red-clothed villain.

The villain in red is simply a big protector. However, if you encounter a ghost level to rob you, you can't say for sure.

The old lady nodded, obviously she understood. Then, he put incense on the Jizo King Bodhisattva and left tremblingly.

Under the guidance of Bai Hecai and Chen Binbin, the people who came to see the matter entered the Xiangyuntang cabinet one after another, and after the incense, they walked out one after another.

The incense that sours and swirls in the store makes the Dharma of King Jizo Bodhisattva cloudy and mist, solemn and holy.

Most of the people who came to ask about the matter were strange things that had happened in their homes recently. However, it is just the ghosts of relatives who go home to visit relatives. Zhixiangyun only let them put on three sticks of incense and did not charge a penny.

The more than one million that Xiangyuntang earned when it first opened was enough for Zhixiangyun's expenses for a long time.

The queue became smaller and smaller until there were no more watchers outside the store. Bai Hecai and Chen Binbin have a rare moment of leisure~

At this time, a man in his thirties walked in. Seeing this, Bai Hecai frowned slightly, she caught a glimpse of the thief light in the man's eyes!

"Hehe~ I'll find Master Yun!" The lean man has a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and his two triangular eyes make people feel like thieves when he laughs. He didn't like to be lively, so he waited outside the door for the living to run out before coming in.

The man's ears were quick, and he heard the title of 'Master Yun' from his mouth.

"Master Yun is in the cabinet, what are you looking for him?" In the face of the thief-looking man, Bai Hecai, who was jealous and hateful, did not give a good face.

As the daughter of a real estate tycoon, she will naturally have a little 'face'.

The man was not annoyed by the cold eyes of the beautiful woman, and still smiled: "I have a ghost in my house!" He said this, but his heart trembled. The same dream for the past three days is both illusory and true.

As soon as he heard the word ghost, Bai Hecai was no longer embarrassed, and said coldly: "Follow me~"

The man immediately followed him~

Xiangyuntang Cabinet ~

Zhixiang Yunpan sat on the small bed, and the man sat on the soft stool.

"Master Yun, I've been pressed by ghosts for the past three nights!" The man's teeth chattered, and he was clearly palpitating.

There are three theories about ghost presses~

The first theory is that the ghost press is one of the three souls and seven spirits of a person who leaves the human body by an inch in a short period of time, so that everything in the house can be clearly seen. Due to the loss of one of the three souls and seven spirits, the body cannot move or speak, so he has a fear and struggles to sit up. In an instinctive reaction, the body tries to sit up, in order to join the detached soul.

The second theory is a scientific explanation, which believes that the ghost press is caused by human kidney deficiency, because kidney deficiency will make people fear in their dreams, and the 'ghost press' will be produced.

The third theory holds that when a person gets sick, or stays up late, or gets drunk and causes his body to be weak, the three fires are not prosperous. In these cases, the ghosts will take advantage of the situation and implement the ghost press!

If you say that you are pressed by a ghost once, it is normal. That's three nights in a row, that's not normal!

"Did you do something wrong?" Zhi Xiangyun's eyes went straight to his soul.

The man's heart trembled violently, and he didn't dare to look directly at the master in front of him. Lowering his head, two pairs of triangular eyes swayed quickly from side to side: "No, no!" His panic, Zhi Xiangyun saw in his eyes.

As the saying goes, 'Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door'!

Since the ghost knocked in, then he did something wrong!

"Since you don't tell the truth, I can't help you." Zhi Xiangyun's voice gradually cooled. For those who know their mistakes and do not change them, there is nothing to be pitied.

Hearing this, the man's triangular eyes turned rapidly, and he fought fiercely in his heart. Then, gritting his teeth, he sighed: "Master Yun, here's the thing~"

It turned out that the man was engaged in the business of inverted buckets, and people in the circle called him Chen Jindou. Three years ago, Chen Jindou met his new friend Zhuang Zhuoli~

The two stole a lot of ancient tombs, and never encountered anything unclean. However, I met the police! Under the cover of Zhuang Zhuoli, Chen Jindou escaped smoothly. Later, Zhuang Zhuoli was sentenced to death for stealing national cultural relics. Before his execution, he asked Chen Jindou to give his due share to his wife and children. At that time, Chen Jindou patted his chest and agreed. After Zhuang Zhuoli's death, Chen Jindou had already forgotten all about it!

Last year's Midyear Festival, he was warned by Zhuang Zhuolito's dream. And this year ~

"Hmph~ This is cause and effect! Rely on yourself~" For this kind of villain who forgets his righteousness, Zhi Xiangyun looks down on him in his heart.

At this time, Chen Jindou smiled bitterly, if he could pay it back, he would have paid it back a long time ago. In the past two years, the money from the tomb robbery has been lost. "Master, I know it's wrong. It's me who I'm sorry Ali~" After saying that, the mist filled his eyes.

Seeing that Chen Jindou had truly realized his mistake, Zhi Xiangyun's heart softened. "I can help you, but you can't do it again. And be kind to Ali's wife and children~"

A trace of dead air wandered around Chen Jindou. People who often fight upside down will carry the dead gas from the tomb on their bodies. This kind of dead qi makes people's bodies weak, damaging yin and morality, and damaging life expectancy! If not, you won't be pressed by ghosts.

"Okay, I promise you!" Chen Jindou has really reformed this time.

Zhi Xiangyun nodded: "As an inverted fighter, you should know some methods to ward off evil spirits. Haven't you tried it? ”

"Master Yun, I've tried it a long time ago! Like cinnabar, rooster comb blood, wolf teeth, wormwood, it doesn't work! "For things to ward off evil spirits, Chen Jindou is like a treasure.

"Oh?" Zhi Xiangyun's brows were twisted together.

"I guess Ali's ghost has already turned into a ghost!" Chen Jindou's triangular eyes flashed with a hint of essence.