Ghost husband and domineering: waiting for you to be reincarnated

Chapter 485

There are people in this world who are afraid of ghosts, and naturally there are also people who are not afraid of ghosts.

But no matter what kind of person it is, it is absolutely impossible to react so strongly like this man.

The only explanation is that he may have seen ghosts.Or, maybe just saw it recently.

"Hey, young man, my apprentice is not sensible, so don't worry about her."

The old man Zhou was suddenly kicked out, he seemed very reluctant, he just kept explaining.

But it would be better if he didn't explain it. Once he explained it, the man became even more unhappy.

The man gave him a contemptuous look, "Your apprentice? Are you still willing to worship the master like you? Go around and let me out, so as not to say anything bad."

Well, even if this person is indeed a kind person.But his mouth and expression are extremely mean, and when he speaks, he is not forgiving at all.

Perhaps it was because I said ghosts, no matter what old man Zhou and I said, that man was always on guard.I'm either saying that he also included us in the ranks of magic sticks, or that he is really taboo about ghosts, maybe he has actually seen some supernatural events.

Therefore, old man Zhou has no way to forcefully stay here.

The two of us were kicked out at once, and the man turned around and closed the door as if he was afraid that we would harass him again.

Looking at the closed rolling door, I suddenly lost my mind, "What should we do now?"

Old man Zhou glanced at me, "Why don't you say that you are inexperienced? You can't hold your breath. He's not like you. You can run into ghosts when you have nothing to do. Naturally, you don't know how to deal with it. When you are afraid, If you say that, how can people not drive you out?"

I listened, very unconvinced.But if you think about it carefully, what old man Zhou meant in his words is that there are really ghosts here?

At the moment, I didn't care about anything else with him, so I asked tentatively, "Did you find anything?"

"It's not a big deal. There's a spirit weapon in this store. In addition, I heard from that young man that someone who died recently may have been affected by the spirit weapon, so the ghost lingers."

Old man Zhou's tone was very relaxed.I was relieved after hearing this, he is so confident, things shouldn't be too troublesome.

"If there is a spiritual weapon, then we can't get rich?" Thinking of this, my eyes lit up.

Ordinary people may not recognize this spiritual artifact, but most of those with knowledge in their families will recognize it.So if you really want to sell and find a suitable buyer, the price will certainly not be low.

Besides, even if no ordinary buyers could be found, Taoist priests were not all poor. For example, Mr. Yin was an invisible rich man.Even if it is sold to a peer, there is still oil and water.

Old man Zhou glanced at me angrily, "You have a pretty good idea. Although this spirit weapon is a valuable thing, we can't exchange it for money. At most, we will take care of these innocent souls and collect some of them. remuneration."

I was naturally a little discouraged when I heard it, "Why? Even if you don't care about money, don't you want it delivered to your door? I think you were looking down just now?"

"I wanted to find the spirit weapon, not take it away." Old man Zhou said.

"Huh? Then what are you looking for?"

"Since this spirit tool can help the wronged soul hide, it is probably not something righteous, maybe it was made by evil cultivation. It is like the evil stone in Zhu Zidan's house back then. Ordinary people took it, but it was harmful. Of course it can't Not only can’t it be traded, it’s better to use Taoist magic to suppress it, let the aura above it slowly dissipate, and destroy it.”

When old man Zhou said this, he was somewhat serious.

This is what he is teaching me, and only when talking about these Taoist knowledge, old man Zhou can be serious.

After hearing this, I immediately lost interest in the so-called spiritual weapon.Since it is an evil thing, it cannot be sold for money.Not only can't sell money, we have to find a way to suppress it, and we have to lose money.

"Now that we've been kicked out, how do we find that thing?" I asked.

Old man Zhou was quite calm, "When you get out, you get out. With such a thing at home, no one can live comfortably. Let's just wait here. Naturally, he will come to us when he comes."

Having said that, he really walked back to the door of the shop and sat down, leaning against a corner for a nap, and snoring loudly after a while.

Old man Zhou loves to sleep, if he didn't walk with me on the road, I'm afraid he could sleep all the way.Although he meditated on the vigil last night, it was equivalent to resting, but he still chose to sleep when he had time.

I had nothing to do with him, so I had to grab a notebook and sit next to old man Zhou and read it.

This is one of the notebooks he kept. It should be written in his early years. Although the self in it is not neat, at least it is still recognizable.

What is written on it is some basic knowledge of Taoism, which is very numerous and complicated, ranging from making formulas to invite God to small things such as self-cultivation, all of which are recorded.I just don't know why, I remember very scattered.When I read it, I didn't feel that I was reading a notebook, but it seemed like an encyclopedia that wasn't sorted and classified, and all the messy and unpopular knowledge were compiled together casually.

But looking at the notes is one of the homework that old man Zhou gave me.

Not only to see, but also to remember.From time to time, he would ask me some questions. If I didn't answer, I would have to walk and recite more things.

Although it has only been two days, I have already deeply experienced the power of corporal punishment.It is a long-distance trek, and any little bit of weight will become a huge challenge during long-term non-rest sports.

So while I was free, I quickly took out the notes I needed to read in the past two days and looked through them.

After such a stay, it was afternoon.On the way, the man went out to buy groceries, and when he saw the two of us sitting at the door, he looked very wary.

As for old man Zhou, he wakes up from time to time and sees me reading notes, so he doesn't care about me.

But this kind of silence only lasted until the evening. When the sky darkened, it was a bit embarrassing to see the handwriting of old man Zhou with only the streetlights. Fortunately, I put away my notebook and got up to move around.

That man, since he drove old man Zhou and me out, except for going out to buy food once, he never came out again.

"Master, when are we going to wait like this?" I couldn't help but ask.

I don't want to just live on the street like this all the time, and old man Zhou didn't force me to sleep on the street two days ago.

Couldn't he have been living at the foot of this wall if he didn't solve this problem?

(End of this chapter)