what happened?
It must have been a ghost!
A large gold bar verified by one's own hands turns into a silver check...
Yunsong knew something was wrong just by thinking with the greasy chicken butt in his hand.
He did not touch the merit box again, but quickly analyzed the matter:
The gold bars were given by Wang Youde.
Wang Youde said that he came to the Taoist temple specifically to donate money for incense.
Donating money for incense is very common, but selling a gold bar is very rare.
So generous!
Even if someone is so generous, he should donate in person. Why would he let his friends donate on his behalf?
So, what if this gold bar isn’t real gold but a nuisance?
He remembered a joke he had read in his previous life.
It was said that someone picked up a piece of life money controlled by an evil spirit. Whoever spent the money would die. After learning the inside story, the person immediately donated the money to the temple...
Yun Song realized that now it seemed that the joke had come true.
He also thought about the fact that Wang Youde would rather take the risk of traveling home at night than stay at the Taoist Temple. Did this guy know that something bad would happen to the Taoist Temple tonight, so he insisted on leaving?
That is to say.
It’s not that Wang Youde refused to stay at the Taoist temple.
But don’t dare!
Because he knows the details of the gold bar he gave, the "my friend" he calls is probably really himself!
Thinking about this, Yun Song said to himself: "Looking at it this way, I felt right. I felt that there was something wrong with him, but he used chicken and fish to explain it away."
"I'm afraid he was panicking because he thought I saw through his trick and thought I saw something wrong with the gold bar he donated!"
"This beast is so cunning and bold, he actually bullied Dao Ancestor!"
He looked at the statue of Daojun angrily and was about to complain to Daozu.
But he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the expression of the Dao Lord statue had changed:
The clay sculpture Taoist frowned slightly and pursed the corners of his mouth, looking even angrier than him.
Yunsong felt something was wrong.
In the past, the expression of the Taojun statue was calm and powerful, not really showing anger...
Now……
It's getting dark now.
The night wind blows.
The broken window paper rattled.
The standing incense in the incense burner is almost finished burning, and in the curl of light smoke, a dark red light shines alone.
Yun Song looked at the Dao Lord statue in confusion and then glanced at the incense burner. Suddenly he found that two of the three sticks of incense in the burner had been burned, and now only one stick of incense was still struggling.
A thought suddenly appeared in his mind:
People are afraid of three advantages and two disadvantages.
Avoid two short and one long incense.
As we all know, three long and two short is an open coffin.
The coffin is made of six pieces of wood, the top, bottom, left, and right pieces are long pieces, and the front and back two are short pieces, so the overall total is four long and two short. If the coffin lid is opened, it will be three long and two short.
And once the coffin lid is opened, it often means that someone is about to be admitted.
It is also well known that the three sticks of incense offered to gods are particular, representing heaven, earth and people respectively.
Only when heaven, earth and man move forward together can there be harmony. If two are short and one is long, it often means that heaven and earth are dissipated and the remaining people remain.
And without natural support, how long can humans survive?
Now the three sticks of incense that Yun Song burned for Daojun were two short and one long, and the two short ones were completely gone!
Without hesitation, he stuffed the merit box into the arms of the Taoist statue, packed up the wine and meat, and ran away.
He ran away not to escape, but to be fully armed.
In the past few days since he came to Simu Temple, he almost turned the Taoist temple upside down in search of food. Except for nothing to eat, he found quite a lot of things.
For example, a polished mahogany sword.
Such as a whisk with a bronze handle.
In the evening, he had an encounter with the windlass, which left him no time to use these weapons.
The ghosts haven't appeared yet, so he has time to prepare for the battle.
The mahogany sword hung on his back, the fly whisk was tucked into his belt, and he also found several Taoist scriptures.
The moon rises.
Starry.
Night has arrived.
After finding the scriptures, he looked at them in the moonlight at the door of his bedroom. Several scriptures had names on their covers:
"Shangqing Dadong Sutra", "Dongzhen Taishang Ba Su Sutra", "Dragon and Tiger Double Cultivation Sutra", "Xuannu Fang Zhongyang Sutra", "Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang Rejoice in Great Joy"...
Yunsong was overjoyed when he saw the name in the scripture.
A few days ago, he was just thinking about cooking, so after finding the scripture, he knew that it was inedible, so he did not study it carefully.
Looking at it now, this Taoist temple contains something incredible!
He put several scriptures into categories and put them into his arms to ward off evil spirits, while the others he hid under his pillow for later study and practice.
Armed from the outside to the inside, Yun Song finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He took a bite of the big chicken drumstick and encouraged himself:
"I can kill the head of a windlass with my bare hands. Now I have the magic sword and the whisk to help me. I have the magic weapon Debao Yinqian. There is Taozu sitting next door. Hum, you don't have to be afraid of any monsters!"
It seemed to be in response to his words.
As soon as his voice fell, there was a knock on the door:
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."
The noise came from outside the closed door.
No rush, no slowness.
Clear and distant.
It kept echoing in the courtyard.
Yun Song opened his eyes and looked outside, his scalp felt numb:
One of the gates was originally removed by Wang Youde.
But now the doors are all closed.
So how does it close?
When was it closed again?
These two questions gave him bad thoughts.
In the courtyard, the knocking on the door was still lingering:
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."
As the sound echoed back and forth, his ears were filled with knocking sounds for a moment.
The sound of wind is gone.
The sound of the wind blowing the peach leaves has disappeared.
The mountain breeze that never stopped during the day and night has stagnated, and the leaves of the peach trees have stopped, and they all droop downward in strange ways.
Like hands hanging down after death.
Yunsong clenched his mahogany sword and looked at the door, mustering up the courage to shout: "Who is knocking on the door?"
No one answered, and there was a steady knock on the door.
As always, unhurried and unhurried.
Yun Song shouted again: "It's already very late. Daozu has rested. If you want to offer incense to Daozu, you'd better wait until tomorrow."
As his words rang out, there was still no response from outside, but the knocking on the door suddenly sped up:
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Seeing this, Yunsong sneered and said: "It's ridiculous to pretend to be a ghost! You monster, you can tell from the door in the alley that you are not a human being! If you want to come in, just open the door and come in. If you dare to come in, the alley will reveal your true colors!"
The knocking on the door finally stopped and was replaced by a dry old voice:
"Yazi, I also heard you through the door. Come and open the door. Open the door. They have all gone in. Let us go in too."
"I'm looking for my money. Have you seen the money I lost?"
Hearing this, Yun Song couldn't help but raise his anus.
Are they all in?
Shall we go in too?
Who?
He held his sword and looked at the yard intently.
The courtyard was as dead and peaceful as ever.
But it seems to be lively again.
Yunsong asked in a deep voice: "You said 'they' all came in, who came in?"
The voice outside the door did not answer him, but kept ringing one after another:
"Yazi, come here and open the door. Open the door wider, open it wider..."
"Yazi, come and open the door. I know you are in the house. I have something to ask you. I have something to ask you..."
"Yazi, I lost my money. Have you seen my money?"
The old and gentle voice spoke one sentence after another, with no ups and downs in the tone and no emotion in the tone.
Extremely weird.
Yun Song's mind changed and he asked: "Did you lose money? Did you lose money, silver coins or copper coins?"
The old and gentle voice said: "What I lost was paper money, did you pick it up?"
Yun Song didn't answer, but asked again: "Did you lose the yellow-paper money, the aluminum-foil paper money, or the gold-foil paper money?"
"What I lost - what I lost, yes, what kind of paper money did I lose?"
The old and gentle tone finally had a slight ups and downs.
While it was confused, Yunsong immediately asked again: "You just said they went in, who are they? Why did they come in?"
The voice outside the door subconsciously sounded: "It's the funeral, the hanging, the water drifter, the money-minded person inside..."
The words stopped abruptly, and then the broken wooden door shook vigorously, and the ghost outside the door began to roar:
"Yazi, you are so cunning. You plotted against me, you teased me, I want your life! I want your life! Give me back my money! Give me my money back! Give me back!"
The tattered wooden door that Wang Youde could remove with just one blow during the day now became full of resilience.
It vibrated violently, as if a mad cow was ramming outside.
But it only shook and vibrated, and the two door panels were always blocking the door.
Seeing that the ghost couldn't open the door, Yun Song gradually became bolder. He stretched out his hand and gestured at the door and shouted:
"You want my life? How brave you are! Xiao Daosheng is a Taoist. If you die, you won't die!"
"You want my life? Okay, come in, come in if you want, come in and see how I can kill you! If I can't kill you, I will be your father!"
At this time, the environment is gloomy and a ghost comes to the door.
Although he was armed with teeth and assholes, he was still panicking, so the other party used words to scare him, and he responded with verbal abuse.
This is also a way to encourage yourself.
Besides, if it’s just a chat through the door, then he won’t be afraid of whoever comes:
Yun Mou has been a talker all his life and is no weaker than anyone else!
Just when his fighting spirit was high, a familiar laughter came from the nave next door:
"Hey, you're bragging. The money-sucking ghost is already dead. How can you kill it?"
Then the voice pinched its throat and pretended to smile like a spy:
"Hehe, you know what a fool. This young man is very cunning. He knows that he can't kill the money-slinging man, so he said, 'I will be your father if he doesn't kill you'."
The familiar voice sounded again, full of exaggeration:
"Ah, he is so cunning. He is determined to be the father of the Scrooge, but isn't the Scrooge's father already dead?"
"Oh, I see. It turns out he is a dead ghost. Then isn't our trip in vain?"
This voice is very familiar to Yunsong, it is the voice of Wang Youde who left earlier!
Something had obviously gotten into the nave!
He knew that there was no point in hiding in this bedroom, so he simply rushed out with a mahogany sword in one hand and a whisk with a copper handle in the other.
After leaving the house, he turned left directly to the middle hall and said sternly: "Where are the monsters and ghosts who dare to touch me?"
The originally empty nave became crowded.
The statue of Lord Dao was gone in front of the room, replaced by a black and white curtain.
There is a black character hanging high on the curtain, which says "Hate until the end", and a large word "mourning" is pasted below.
Extending outward, there is an offering table with a memorial tablet, an incense burner, candles, and three animals and refreshments as offerings.
In front of the altar table is a blood-red coffin. The lid of the coffin is opened and placed aside. There is a faint chirping sound inside, as if the voice that just appeared in the nave came from inside it.
There were wreaths, paper figures, paper carriages and horses placed on the walls on both sides of the room. The most eye-catching thing was a big car with a long nose made of white paper. The logo was Stypunk.
After seeing this scene, Yun Song was so frightened that he turned into Ju Song.
What’s even scarier is what lies behind.
When he appeared at the door of the nave, a sudden sound of "guest" came from the coffin, and the paper figures placed against the wall immediately moved.
Some paper figurines, wearing sackcloth and mourning, knelt on the head of the coffin, and some paper figurines carried a white phonograph from nowhere and placed it on the altar table.
The paper disc on the gramophone was rotating, and there was actually the sound of mournful music!
As the mournful music started, a paper man standing in front of the coffin stood up, stretched his arm into the coffin, took out a black and white portrait and hung it on the curtain.
Yunsong took a closer look.
This portrait clearly shows Wang Youde’s fat face!
So what does this mean?
The peacock flies southeast, and I return the central hall.
When I return to see Lao Wang, Lao Wang will sit in the mourning hall?
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