Yu Suo glanced at Xun Ye and saw that she was not disapproving, so he whispered: "Born in the 7th year of Yongzheng's reign."
"Ah?" Hong Gu jumped up in shock, "Why are you older than me?"
Yusuo stood up quickly, rubbing the corners of his clothes in confusion.
"Forget it, sit down." Seeing that she had frightened the little girl, Honggu quickly comforted her. She introduced herself: "I am Atamu. Hongyan, you can call me Honggu, I am Jiaqing."
He was born in the thirteenth year of his life. When he returned home three days after getting married, the White Lotus Sect was in rebellion, so he was killed."
Honggu was still frightened when she talked about old things. Yusuo listened with sympathy on her face.
"Somehow, my soul was not taken away by the black and white impermanence, so I became a wandering ghost..."
"That's because the soul in your body was swallowed by the tree spirit." Xunye moved his buttocks and rummaged for something in the eight-treasure partition beside the kang.
"I know, because my soul is in the old monster's body." Hong Gu said angrily: "Aren't I increasing the suspense of the story?"
Xunye took out a large piece of yellow paper, unfolded it, and said: "Before you tell the story, please help me start the stage!"
Hong Gu’s eyes immediately widened: “Isn’t she already taken in by you?”
Xun Ye, who just wanted to go to sleep quickly, had no time to talk nonsense to her, "Please, I want to write a 'work report'."
"What?" Honggu said in surprise, "A dead person?"
Xun Ye thought of the weak woman who had disappeared into smoke, and the sullenness in her heart rose again. She nodded vaguely.
On the other side, Yu Suo began to sob softly.
Hong Gu was stunned for a moment and quickly helped to organize the things.
After laying out the mahogany incense table, Honggu placed the cinnabar, yellow paper, and blessed writing brushes one by one, and then asked Xunye, "Is this Old Man Lin?"
Xunye shook her head and struggled to hold up her body with both hands, but as soon as the soles of her feet touched the ground, the sharp sting caused cold sweat to break out on her forehead.
"Can you do it?" Hong Gu's face was full of worry, "Why don't you wait a little longer before writing, and Tianzun can't see you like this, so the bitter trick won't work."
Xunye glanced at her and said: "There is a god three feet above your head, but Tianzun can't see it. Maybe other gods passing by can see it."
Honggu burst out laughing, helped Xunye to the incense table, and then said: "If there are so many gods, do you still need you Xunjia to catch ghosts?!"
Xun Ye held the incense table and struggled to light the incense candles. After bowing three times, he respectfully inserted them into the incense burner before looking back and saying, "There are a lot of police, but aren't thieves running all over the streets?!"
Hong Gu curled her lips and said, "I am a ghost. I don't understand gods or the human world."
"Then just wait and see." Xun Ye looked at the faint green smoke while carefully grinding cinnabar in the white jade inkstone.
Yusuo looked at Xunye's struggling appearance, couldn't bear to take two steps forward, and said, "Tianshi, Yusuo is willing to help."
Hong Gu stepped forward and pulled her back, "Silly boy, no one else can help with this matter."
"Ah?" Yusuo immediately looked annoyed.
"When people draw talismans and write inscriptions, they have to build altars and seal handles themselves. Before drawing talismans, they must purify their hearts, which means to concentrate, be sincere, eliminate distracting thoughts, concentrate their thoughts, and purify their body, face, hands, and mouth.
, but it’s so complicated.” Hong Gu counted it with her fingers, while whispering: “It’s like her, with just a handful of incense, she can start writing right away.”
