The bearded man smiled triumphantly: "It's just right, I'll go to the capital after the matter here is over, and I'll take you." ”

The scholar said expressionlessly: "Catch ghosts with you all the way?" ”

This village stops and that village stays, and he's still a fart!

The bearded man smiled: "Don't be anxious young people, Lao Tzu has already told people, ten days later, someone in Beijing will come to pick me up, and then I have to leave regardless of whether there is anything here or not." There's a ghost in that family who is asking for his life. Carriage, carriage ride! Day and night! Go straight to the capital! ”

Scholar: "What else?" ”

"Give you a hundred taels."

Scholar: "Do you have one?" ”

The bearded man said as a matter of course: "There are people who come to pick me up, can I let him give it to him?" ”

"What else?"

"When I get to the capital, I'll find someone to settle you, settle down well, send you a personal favor to find out what kind of worship post you scholars like, do you want to be the prime minister or which one is still a scholar?"

The scholar thought for a moment, "I want the dean of the academy." ”

The bearded man waved his hand: "No problem." After thinking about it, he instructed: "As long as you don't ask him about his concubine being possessed by a ghost." ”

Scholar black line, is he such an unreliable person? And you didn't say that the dean's concubine was possessed by a ghost, so did you shout at him at this time?

The scholar raised the fire and gnawed on the leftover chicken rack with a beard. The bearded man pouted his ass and drew something along the corners of the walls around the main hall, dipping it in cinnabar.

Yexi sniffled, there was blood in the cinnabar, I don't know if it was rooster blood or black dog blood.

The bearded man is a celestial master, a ghost hunter.

Yexi looked at the coherent patterns painted by cinnabar, and the beard finished drawing a section, and disappeared in a slight flash.

It should be a ghost-hunting formation.

Yexi asked, "Ghost hunter, what's the difference between him and a monk?" ”

Swallowing the sky: "The ghost hunter does not necessarily have a spiritual root, this is a special kind of person among mortals, who can open the eyes of heaven to see ghosts, and practice spells to restrain ghosts, and use the power of fire and thunder." Most of the ghost hunters are withdrawn, often dealing with ghosts, and their life span is also impaired. ”

It's a thankless job, all with integrity.

On a whim: "Can I be a ghost hunter?" ”

The corners of the three little ones twitched at the corners of their mouths: "Do you still need to learn?" When you meet a ghost, you eat it. ”

That's right.

But—she could see the ghosts of this world, why hadn't she seen them in the previous world? Is it that no ghosts will spawn after the death of the previous person? But where did so many ghost stories come about?

She asked Wugui, who thought for a while and said, "Maybe the aura and yin qi are too lacking, the rules of the Heavenly Dao there do not allow the existence of monks and ghost cultivators." ”

It should be.

The beard was drawn and painted behind the statue, and Yexi grabbed it lightly in time, wrapped in spiritual power, and immediately merged with the surroundings.

The bearded man shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and said to himself, "Why are you a little dazzling?" It's too dark. ”

Tell the scholar to bring him a torch.

Night Creek hung upside down, ignoring the bearded fat ass and instead looking at the back of the sculpture's head.

Behind the sculpture is also a face, the pits on the top are just the stone statue is too rough, on the top is a resentful face, the man or woman is unknown, the eyes are wide open, the pupils are like pinpoint bleeding eyes, which is particularly scary.

But this face is not carved or painted, but rather like a few dark lines, simple, but very vivid.

Yexi glanced at the beard, couldn't he see it?

After finishing the last stroke, the bearded man straightened up, facing such a face, squinted his eyes, and sighed long.

"It's a pity."

Did he see it?

Nightbrook thought he shouldn't have seen it.

The scholar held up a burning twig and asked, "What are you looking at?" "Sticking his head out and learning the beard, he squinted at the back of the stone statue's head.

Don't be a ghost, right?

The bearded man pushed him away, jumped down, took the wine gourd on his waist, unplugged it, drank it and stuffed it back, and then said, "This temple has been tested before." ”

The scholar's eyes widened: "Is there really a Huai Immortal?" ”

"Huh, how can there be any immortals or gods in this world, but there are-ask so many for what? Take your imperial examination and be your official. ”

The scholar hummed unconvinced, and asked, "Is there really one?" ”

"Whatever there is, it's all obsession. There are good and bad obsessions, when it is good, people come to believe in it, and when it is bad, people naturally run away. This place can't stay any longer, and after I capture that old ghost, I will demolish this ghost place. ”

The scholar asked again, but the bearded man said no more, saying that he was not a person on this road, and asked less.

The bearded man pasted two more pieces of yellow paper on himself, and took the scholar's hand and knocked it against a sharp corner of the statue.

"Ouch, how can I take the exam if I hurt my hand? You did it on purpose. ”

The bearded man nodded: "I just did it on purpose." What a big man does to be a girl, he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, so he quickly sprinkled a few drops of blood out. ”

The scholar was distressed, but he still listened to the bearded squeeze a few drops of blood and sprinkle it on the ground, and hurried to his mouth to lick it.

The bearded man is speechless, no longer bleeding, lick a fart. Little white face.

"That ghost must come tonight."

The scholar immediately trembled.

"What are you afraid of, Lao Tzu must protect you."

The scholar pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and his smile was more ugly than crying.

"I'm risking my life for you."

The bearded man snorted, seemingly disdainful, and said with a grin: "Just what Lao Tzu promised you, can a poor scholar fight for his life?" ”

The scholar didn't speak, and he was puffing up.

The bearded man patted him on the shoulder: "This is called an encounter, you should meet me, and you should meet a ghost in your life." Lao Tzu calculated a hexagram for you, this matter is safe, and you are on the rise. ”

The scholar swallowed: "Can't you pass?" ”

"If you can't pass it, you will marry a daughter-in-law, ghost daughter-in-law, hahaha."

The scholar was angry: "It's not funny at all. ”

"So, when the ghost comes, you hold it, you can't touch your little hands, you can't kiss your little mouth, otherwise you will be a ghost groom."

The scholar cheered: "Don't touch her." ”

Then, the bearded man gave the scholar a firm look, slapped a piece of yellow paper on himself, and disappeared in place.

Scholar: "Ahh

Bearded voice: "Shout what?" Lao Tzu is just invisible. ”

"Woo."

The scholar's strangely deformed mouth returned to normal, and he silently walked to the fire to add firewood.

Yexi saw that his legs and stomach were shaking.

For the imperial examination, it is also a fight.

Time passes slowly.

It's so hard, I hope the ghost doesn't come—scholar.

It's so hard, hell, come quickly—bearded.

It's so difficult, otherwise catch a ghost - Night Creek.

The wind rises, and the door clangs.

The scholar raised his head violently, and his legs and stomach trembled to generate electricity.

The ghost is coming?

No.

The wind stopped, and the door returned to calm.

The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and lifted it up again.

Outside the door, in the yard, there were footsteps approaching.

The legs and stomachs were not shivering, stiff, and icy.

The small steps gradually approached, and there was no figure in sight, and a corner of white yarn floated in first.

The scholar's face was whiter than the white gauze, he was going to see the hell, the hell, the hell ahhh

The ghost came in, a female ghost in white, with a graceful figure, sloppy shoulders, a flat waist, and long legs.

The female ghost walked in, her right arm crossed in front of her face, and slowly approached the scholar.

The scholar sat by the fire, he couldn't touch the flesh on his face, and cried in his heart, what a beard, the ghost is coming, you are out to catch the ghost!

The female ghost slowly half-squatted down, and lowered the arm that covered her face, revealing a white and full forehead, curved thin long eyebrows, and hazy and amorous beautiful eyes.

The scholar was stunned.

The female ghost gently took off the white veil that covered half of her face, and the scholar's gaze fell with the white veil, sticking to the two delicate red lips under the delicate and straight little nose, so red, so tender, so water... I want to try it.

The scholar's legs and stomach are hard, the skin can't be pulled, and his eyes can't blink, but the reason is completely different from Fang Cai.

Offer your spirit, scholar!