Zhu Qingsheng turned his head and found out that it was the gentleman who was teaching in the teahouse yesterday. He was dressed in a gray dress and had a thin figure. Zhu Qingsheng felt very kind to the gentleman and hurriedly let him stand aside and said, "Sir, sit down."

After letting it aside, I remembered that the master was right in front of me, and I was immediately embarrassed and swallowed the rest of the words.

But the storyteller waved his hand, sat sideways and bowed, saying, "Brother, we are really destined to be together. We were still talking last night, but we didn't expect to meet this morning. Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My surname is Yu, my name is Xiu, and my name is Rende. I guess this gentleman is the master of the brother. I am really lucky in my life. I wonder if I can give you a great name for the honorary surname?"

Sima Yuanji nodded and said, "I have a surname of Sima, but I am not aware of the name of Yuanji. I am really unable to hear this. This is a young disciple, with the surname Zhu, and the name of Qingsheng."

Zhu Qingsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his master was not repelled.

Yu Xiu smiled and said, "Good name, good name. Brother, respecting the teacher is here, so I can't go around that circle. So I said directly. I saw my brother at noon yesterday and solved the embarrassing scene for me two or three times. I really admire him. But after that, the brother shook his head three times. For some reason, he hoped to give me advice. I am polite." After that, he stood up and bowed deeply to the two of them.

Zhu Qingsheng was startled and hurriedly jumped out and helped others up, saying, "Sir, you and me have a big difference in age. This is really a slap in me. The boy shook his head randomly, why did you take it seriously?"

Yu Xiu said humbly: "The ancients could call him a teacher at all. It can be seen that on the road of learning, there is only the depth of knowledge, but not the age. I really don't understand the places where the guy shook his head. I heard from him, so I felt ashamed that I would be so ashamed to show my ugly words in front of the real person. I hope that the young man in Qing explained his doubts, but I am very grateful."

When Zhu Qingsheng saw the master nodding slightly, he thought about yesterday's scene for a while, and then said boldly: "The first one is wrong. The old Yang formation is not actually used to catch ghosts, but a formation specially used to gather yang energy. The twenty-eight paper-man and wood horses are called the maze formation. The second is that magic talismans are useful in front of ghosts, but it is better to hit them directly. This effect is greater. Taoist priests who have practiced for a long time will do this. The third is that although ghosts can stay in the world and attach to something, this kind of thing must be something that can accommodate souls, and there must be someone who knows how to attract souls and leads the way to cast spells."

Zhu Qingsheng said something, and Yu Xiu remembered it secretly. When Zhu Qingsheng finished speaking, Yu Xiu bowed deeply again and said, "Young man has solved many questions, I have received teachings. Otherwise, if you meet a real expert like you, you will be disdainful and smashed your stall, and your face will be greatly lost."

Zhu Qingsheng quickly helped him up again, remembered something, and said, "Mr. I said yesterday that it was three hundred miles away sixty years ago. Is this really true?"

Yu Xiu nodded and said, "It's true that there are certain things. But what I'm talking about is heard and I go around the streets and alleys when I don't have time, and I can't take it seriously. However, there was a Taoist pine and cypress who died in the entire mansion, and the entire mansion had moved away long ago. I don't know the specific reason."

Sima Yuanji and Zhu Qingsheng looked at each other in surprise, thinking that something was strange about this matter, but it was happening sixty years ago, and the smoke was covered with soil and there was no way to find anything.

Hearing two crisp sounds of gold and iron, an old man staggered over, his body was torn, his clothes were black and black, his skin was sunburned, his whole body was covered in bones, his energy was not at all, his hair fell clean, his right arm was hanging straight to his waist, as if he had lost consciousness, and there was a shabby suona on his waist, and a copper coin was hanging below. When he walked, the copper coin hit the suona, it made a slight crisp sound. The old man was afraid and looked at the three of them in anticipation, and he stretched his left hand slightly forward, and quickly lowered his head.

It turned out that he was going to ask for a few cents.

Zhu Qingsheng was very sad and immediately took it to his waist. Yu Xiu held him down and said, "You don't have to worry about this." He took out four cents, looked at the old man's appearance, and didn't know what to say. He sighed heavily and handed it to the old man.

Zhu Qingsheng picked up two fried dough sticks and put them in the old man's hand, saying, "Grandpa, I'm really sorry. We only have this one now, don't be surprised."

The old man trembled and took the fried dough sticks and nodded, not daring to look at them, so he walked slowly.

Yu Xiu sighed: "Young man is really good in his heart, and he will definitely be rewarded in the future."

Zhu Qingsheng remembered the old man's appearance and what his master said before: "People can have no good deeds, but they must have good thoughts. In life, everyone has times when they need help. While we help them, isn't we help ourselves?" He silently said nothing.

After eating, Yu Xiu thanked him repeatedly and watched Sima Yuan and his master and apprentice turn around the corner. The master and apprentice were already exhausted after running around overnight. He entered the guest room of the City God Temple and raised his head and fell asleep. He was drowsy. When he woke up, the sun was already west, and it was afternoon.

Zhu Qingsheng woke up and saw that his master was meditating aside, his face became a little rosy, which seemed much better than in the morning. When the master was meditating, he was not convenient to disturb him, so he had to lie on the bed and think about it. Although he had thought a lot about Taoist talismans, he thought more about the fragments accumulated in his mind to listen to books, and he began to reminisce in his mind. If the master was not by his side, he would have shouted out loud.

Suddenly, when he heard a sound of tea raising, Zhu Qingsheng suddenly opened his eyes and saw that his master had finished meditation and poured a bowl of tea to quench his thirst, he also stood up and sat aside.

Sima Yuanji pondered for a while and said slowly: "Qing'er, do you know what the corpses we saw in the mortal hall last night were all?"

In terms of memory, Zhu Qingsheng was not bad, and he replied without thinking: "Most of them are the surname Lou, about 17 or 18."

Sima Yuanji showed a hint of praise and said, "Yes, there are 19 people in total. How many souls are there summoned by the Yin-Yang Line?"

"Eight." Thinking of the soul I saw last night, Zhu Qingsheng still felt his scalp numb and he was still scared.

Sima Yuanji sighed, "There are twenty-three corpses in the mortal hall, nineteen of whom are from the Lou family, and only eight people have souls... There are too many strange places, let's go now."

"Master means, are the rest of the people without souls? Where can we go?"

"Loujiaji."

Loujiaji is backed by rivers, connected to Jiujiang in the south, and flowing down the north by more than ten miles of waterways. It is the famous Poyang Lake. Most of the people here make a living by fishing, and there are also bold young people who do water transportation to make hard-earned money. In short, relying on the mountains to eat mountains and water to eat water. The villagers here have always lived a good life, and most of them are from families with the surname Lou.

When Sima Yuan and Zhu Qingsheng and his disciples arrived, they couldn't believe their eyes. The roads in the village were filled with paper money, and almost every family was covered with mourning and white. The streets were deserted. Occasionally, a passing person didn't dare to look up and look at people. He walked away with his head down and walked with a big stride. Looking into the distance, there were many wooden boats on the shore, and they stopped neatly, as if no one was going down the net to catch fish. The village was silent, as if there was no one left.

Zhu Qingsheng blurted out: "Is this a plague? How come there are so many families..." Seeing that most people were lying, they couldn't continue to say halfway.

Sima Yuanji sniffed the air and said, "I'm afraid it's not a plague, but a demon."

Before he could finish his words, a wooden stick suddenly came over, accompanied by a cry of sadness and disgust: "Get out, it's all you outsiders, which made my husband leave at a young age. Get out quickly, get out!"

Sima Yuanji and Zhu Qingsheng hid over and saw a woman in her thirties wearing white clothes, crying and throwing a wooden stick over.

Sima Yuanji avoided and asked in a respectful voice: "This female layman, what happened here? Why do most villagers have funerals?"

The woman became even more angry when she heard this. She grabbed a handful of stones from the ground and threw them over, crying, "It's not because of you, you are all the evil beasts who are heartbroken. Do you still have the face to ask?"

(End of this chapter)
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