Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

As the store's voice fell, the group of ghosts faintly surrounding Li Changan approached.

They either show a hideous death, or show a vicious look of greed.

The old ghost with eyeballs fixed his eyes, and the flower ghost looked at his hands. Greedy eyes fell on every part of the body.

These ghosts actually wanted to cut him off.

Surrounded by ghosts, Li Changan's fear rose to the extreme, but a wave of anger surged into his heart.

He stared angrily. As the saying goes, ghosts are afraid of wicked people, and the group of ghosts was even slightly startled.

He pointed at these ghosts, and he was about to speak for a while.

"you…"

suddenly.

A white lantern emerged from the ghost crack.

"Excuse me, please."

Immediately afterwards, a man who wrapped himself tightly in a cloak followed the lantern.

"I gave his face money for him."

After finishing speaking, the man took out a handful of paper money from the cloak and stuffed it into the arms of the noodle shop owner, then grabbed Li Changan's wrist and whispered: "Follow me."

With that, he led the white lantern in his hand to the front.

The group of ghosts in front of the lantern spread out a path.

The man in the cloak took Li Chang'an and dashed all the way. Li Chang'an only felt that the scenery on both sides was changing, the white lanterns hanging on the street were gradually scarce, and the ghosts on the roadside were nowhere to be seen.

Finally, the two stopped, and the white lantern they were holding in their hands flickered a few times, and a warm orange-red light rose up, as if they had returned to the world.

When Li Changan looked back, he couldn't see the noisy ghost market behind him.

What I saw before my eyes was nothing but a few dilapidated thatched cottages, sandwiching a short and narrow dirt road. There are a few green phosphorous fires floating in the middle.

There was a giggle behind him, and the man in the cloak untied his cloak, but inside was an old Taoist with gray beard.

Li Changan was about to open his mouth to thank him, but the old Taoist priest suddenly yelled at him.

"Is it true that your kid is too fate? Is it possible to break into the ghost market casually? Today, if it were not for the old-fashioned..." Then, the old-fashioned poked Li Changan with the wooden handle of the lantern a few times. The dead ghost has to be used as a sham, and the bones have to be used as firewood."

Li Changan hurriedly took a few steps back, thought for a while, and made a fist-in-hand salute.

"Thank you Mr. Dao for your life-saving grace."

"Thank you?" The old Dao hummed a few times, as if his anger was still undecided, "The old Dao doesn't like these empty heads, you have to be really mindful..."

Let's talk, looked up and down Li Changan a few times. Li Changan had just taken a shower after eating, wearing only white pants and a vest.

The old Tao shook his head, and then said: "Look at how poor you are, nothing more!"

After speaking no more words, he left without thinking, leaving Li Changan standing there blankly.

He looked around.

On a clear moonlit night, the shadow of the tree swaggered like a ghost.

"Why are you still not leaving?"

But the old way turned back.

"Stay to feed the ghosts?"

go? Where to go? Li Changan smiled bitterly, "Nowhere to go?"

The veteran stared at Li Changan for a long time.

"Fine, save people to the end." He said, beckoning, "Come with the old way!"

…………………

"It was originally a bazaar when it was prosperous. Later, it suffered a disaster. Before the disaster was over, bandits arose, and when bandits broke out, soldiers were attracted. After three rounds, the living people walked away dead and left. The next ghosts are still hanging around here."

With that said, the old way led Li Chang'an into a dilapidated house on the side of the road.

Lighting the oil lamp. With the help of the light, Li Changan found that the condition of this tile house was much better than the one when he first came. Although it was also dilapidated, cracks were visible on the wall, the window sills fell off, and the tile roof on his head was a little broken. Hole, but somehow it can barely shelter the wind and rain.

Li Changan's gaze swept to the corner, but his eyes widened suddenly.

There, one big and two small withered bones hugged each other and died.

"Don't be afraid." The old Dao noticed Li Changan's expression and said with a smile, "This dry bone does not bite."

After speaking, the old way walked to the dead bones and acted as an inspector.

"Master, this little brother will also be chatting in your house for the night, please forgive me."

However, Lao Dao didn’t know that Li Changan’s surprise was not the dead bones, but the two ghosts floating in the air beside the dead bones. It was a peasant woman who was holding a child in ragged clothes, and her complexion was yellow. A gift.

Lao Dao and Li Changan used straw to spread a simple bed in each corner of the house.

The old Dao sat cross-legged on the couch and said:

"The old Taoist name is mysterious, the lay surname is Liu, and the single name is Jing. The kid calls me Dao Liu, who is the kid's last name?"

"The last name is Li and the name is Chang'an."

"Li Changan? That's okay." Liu Daoren said with a serious face while stroking his white beard.

Li Changan sat upright when he heard the words.

"Say Chief, please."

"One." Dao Ren Liu stretched out a finger and said, "The old Dao just swims with the Fang Dao people, and he has no long objects."

"Second." He took out a sheathed long sword from the package and lay it on his knees. "This sword has been traveling north and south with the old man for many years. There are no fewer bandits than the demons killed. If you are..."

The old way said half way.

With a sound, the long sword was three inches away from its sheath.

Liu Daoren's tone was harsh.

"Do you know?"

On the contrary, Li Changan was a little funny. In his opinion, the Taoist priest seemed to be too cautious and a little timid.

When threatening an unarmed person with a sword, where can you first emphasize that you have nothing to do with it?

However, the other party had a life-saving grace, Li Changan was not easy to show it, just nodded.

"I am not a good or bad person."

……………

After that, there was nothing to say.

The next day, the sunlight coming through the wall cracked on Li Changan's eyes, awakening him.

The tossing last night left him exhausted and a deep sleep, but the "bed" with straw on the ground made him sleep uncomfortably. Today, when he got up, his body was sore and painful everywhere.

He looked around the room.

Lao Dao and the two withered bones were gone, and there was half a hard steamed bun on the head of his bed.

There was a faint noise outside the house.

Li Changan opened the door and went out. He saw Lao Dao digging a dirt pit with farm tools he hadn't found from somewhere. By the side of the pit, the dead bones were carefully wrapped in the cloak that Lao Dao wore last night.

Seeing this, Li Changan quickly put down the buns and went to help.

After burying the bones, Taoist Liu tidied his clothes and recite the verses of transcendence:

"The gods of the ten directions, the number of them is like sand and dust, transforming into the world of the ten directions, universally saving the heavens and people, appointing the merits and virtues, and saving the world with one voice..."

After reading a passage of scripture, the souls of mother and son appeared in the air. They were dressed brightly and their complexions became plump. They thanked them in the direction of the two, and then slowly faded away.

Li Changan turned his head, but found that the old Dao looked at him hesitantly.

"Boy, can you see ghosts?"

Li Changan didn't intend to conceal it, so he nodded and admitted.

The old Dao's eyes burst into brilliance. He circled Li Chang'an a few times and smiled: "Where does Li Xiaoge come from?"

Where did it come from? Can I tell you I came here?

Li Changan didn't want to make up anything, but waved his hand and smiled bitterly.

"Where are you going then?" The old Tao didn't give up, and continued to ask.

Where to go? Maybe only it knows! Li Changan touched the pocket of his trousers, with the yellow booklet inside.

Li Changan didn't know how to answer, but just asked:

"Master, where are you going?"

"Me?" Liu Daoshi dusted his body, "Go to Yulin."