The villa couldn't be sold, so Ximen Jing decided to sell his apartment in Yuncheng, rent a house for the time being, and then cultivate while planning an investment company to reach the realm of Tongxuan as soon as possible. After returning to Cloud City, I immediately found a real estate agent and registered for sale. However, the agent said that he wanted him to move now, because it was easier to sell an empty house, and they promised to sell it within 15 days, and the price was not less than 30,000 yuan per square meter. The agent also gave the person in charge of finding a rental house for temporary occupancy.

Anyway, I was already planning to rent a house, so I signed a consignment agreement and happily left the key.

This apartment is the only valuable property of Ximen officials, located in a prime location, more than 120 square meters, and it can be calculated that it can get more than 3 million, which should be enough to start a business in the early stage. As for the follow-up funds, he plans to find a few of his father's partners and pull them into shares.

The real estate agent acted quickly and immediately arranged for a moving company and a temporary rental house, and it seemed that they could make a lot of money in this business, so they were so motivated.

The location of the rental house is good, just near Ximenjing's alma mater Yunda, there is a small square of several hundred square meters downstairs, the green trees are elegant, and the rent price is surprisingly low, and the house of more than 80 square meters is only 1,500 yuan per month.

Ximen Jing was very satisfied, and immediately decided to move, thinking that he had been in this area for four years, and he was more familiar with the environment, and he might be able to meet acquaintances.

The official of Ximen, who moved to a new house that night, washed away his exhaustion, sat on the sofa and continued to absorb spiritual power in the way of the book. Maybe it's because of the mentality, this time there was a little gain, and a kind of light spirit in the air was slowly absorbed by the body.

Reiki is a mysterious and strange thing to most people, but it is real. Human survival is indispensable for the growth of all things. Zhuangzi once recorded a sentence of the Yellow Emperor: The life of a person is the gathering of qi, the gathering is life, and the dispersion is death. If the dead and the living, what trouble will I have! The qi here refers to the aura. It can be seen that the gathering and dispersion of aura is related to the life and death of life.

As the aura flows, the body also quietly changes, just like bathing in the cool stream water, and all kinds of senses and body reactions are slightly enhanced. Ximen Jing was overjoyed in his heart, and absorbing spiritual energy into his body marked the official entry realm of the spiritual whisperer. Although it is the most basic, it is a crucial step, and it is not possible for many people with the lineage to reach it, which is why there are so few spiritual people.

It's a pity that there is too little spiritual energy, and after absorbing it for an hour, Ximen Jing found that there was no trickle of spiritual qi around him. Heart Dao, no wonder those cultivators are all in beautiful places, and there is too little turbidity and heavy spiritual power in this city.

Thinking of this, Ximen Jing inevitably had a trace of doubt in his heart, it is said that the villa is in the wilderness, and the aura should be more abundant than in the city, but why is there no sense at all? This matter cannot be explained, it is not early, so he has no choice but to lie down and sleep.

I didn't have a good rest for a few days, and the Ximen officials fell asleep as soon as their heads touched the pillow, and they had no dreams all night. Ximenjing, who was asleep in the morning, was woken up by a loud and chaotic music, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was still dark outside the window, and the time on his mobile phone was less than half past five.

Ximen Jing is a little hypoglycemic, lack of sleep at first glance, dizziness and brain swelling are very painful, anyone who is woken up in his sleep will go crazy, and immediately opened the window to look outside, and was immediately angry.

Under the window was the small square, where portable tweeters were playing music frantically, and several old men and women were standing under the trees practicing their voices, and their bodies were writhing to the rhythm of the music.

"You're my little ass, no matter how much I love you......" A voice pierced through the clouds and the sun. The sound was so penetrating that it was like a drill drilling into the ear, making the brain hurt and making people crazy.

Ximen Jing held back his anger, poked his head out of the window, lowered his voice and shouted softly: "Uncle, aunt, can you keep your voice quiet?"

What makes people crazy is that Ximenjing's voice is too small, and he can't cover people's high-octave voices at all, and no one pays attention to him.

Ximen Jing rubbed his dizzy head and decided to get dressed and go downstairs to persuade them.

At this moment, it is still dark, and there are already many morning exercisers in the square. Most of them also talk about public morality, play badminton, practice tai chi, and exercise quietly. Only a few didn't know where the gods were, shouting and shouting for joy.

Ximen Jing came to them, suppressed his anger, and said politely: "Hello old man, can we be quieter, this movement affects our rest, and everyone goes to the park and the wild ...... to practice their voices."

Who would have thought that this sentence would provoke the hornet's nest, but the others didn't speak, and a short old man in a white shirt suddenly jumped up and roared angrily: "What's the matter with you, if you're full, get out!"

"Why is it none of my business, the noise affects my rest! Uncle, are you reasonable?"

"Lao Tzu is just unreasonable, you little rabbit cub is kind of coming to beat me! Come on, come on, come here!" the old man patted his head and scolded...... Come hit me, come on!

The enraged Ximen official wanted to respond to this request, but he noticed that there were at least six cameras around the square, and immediately abandoned the idea. At this moment, a middle-aged man with a badminton racket in the distance came over and pulled Ximen Jing aside.

"Little brother just moved in, right? You can't control this, they just can't move every day, rain or shine, you look up and see that there is basically no one living on the upstairs on this side, even if there are tenants, they are greedy for cheap rent, brother, I advise you to go home and cover your ears with a quilt and bear with it!"

Ximen Jing said indignantly: "No one cares? Doesn't it mean that noise disturbs the people can be detained and fined?"

The middle-aged man sighed and said: "It's not that no one cares, someone calls the police, they leave when the police come, and they come back as soon as the police leave, which simply brings the guerrilla tactics to the extreme, the enemy advances and I retreat, and the enemy retreats and I advance, and no one is cured, and besides, this is not a big deal, and it is impossible for the police station to arrange for the police to wait here every day! Then I will go first, and they should release the disco later!"

Ximen Jingqi's face turned green, and he began to scold the real estate agent in his heart, no wonder the rent is so cheap, it turns out that no one lives in it! The original idea of wanting to fight with them has also faded, and the heart said that the house is rented anyway, and it is a big deal to move at dawn, and this place cannot be lived.

After thanking the middle-aged man, Ximen Jing Shi Ran walked towards the unit door. There were a few locust trees planted in the flower bed downstairs, and there was a person standing next to the tree, and Ximen Jing didn't pay attention to it and almost bumped into him.

The man looked at Ximen Jing and sighed, and said in a dark tone, "Can you see me?"

The Ximen official wanted to scold his mother, what kind of people are in this place, how can I not see it if I am not blind! I didn't answer immediately, and went upstairs around the person.

Who would have thought that this person would be energetic, turned around and blocked in front of Ximen Jing, and said, "You, you can really see me!"

"Trouble, let go, don't get in the way!" Ximen Jing roared impatiently, at this moment he was like a cylinder full of explosives, and there was a danger of breaking out at any time, so he immediately forced his way through.

Something surprising to Ximen Jing happened, and he actually passed by that person. It felt like walking through a cold shadow, and Sen Sen's coolness stirred goosebumps. At this time, it is winter, the ice and snow on the ground have not disappeared, the sky has not yet dawned, and the morning star has just risen in the east. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a cool breath rising from my tail bone, and my whole body trembled.

"Hehe, God treats me well, I'm about to leave, I met a yin and yang eye, can the kid help me back?"

If you look closely, this person is really different from a living person, his feet are hanging in the air, his body is a little weakened, and he exudes a layer of miserable white faint light. He is in his fifties, and he doesn't look hideous and terrifying, but his face is cold and dead, and his tone is even more cold and scary. Ximen Jing's scalp exploded, his head was buzzing, and he said in his heart If I am not crazy, then what is written in the book is true, and this person in front of me should be a kind of spiritual creature - a dead soul! To put it bluntly, this is a ghost!

Seeing that Ximen Jing was still stunned, the dead soul was a little impatient, pointed to the old man who was howling hoarsely in the distance, and said: "Boy, do you want to fix him? I have a way to make him never dare to come here to mourn in the future, you help me do something, I will fix him for you!"

Ximen Jing's mind was racing, since what the book said was true, then as a spirit whisperer, he should not be afraid of these things. Thinking of this, the horror and fear in my heart were swept away, and an inexplicable excitement rose leisurely.

The big official was afraid that he would be seen talking to himself by the morning exercisers and being regarded as mentally ill, so he hid behind the locust tree, and whispered with the excitement and apprehension of talking to a ghost for the first time: "What, what should I call you?"