The female ghosts don't know about Yin Si, they are ghosts who stay in the world. They only hear what the Yin Si has, and no one has said anything. What are the logistics departments of the Yin Si...
but.
Looking at this impermanent look in her eyes, she felt that the other party was so sincere.
Lan He has already started his own performance: "The mask on my face is to prevent splashing, do you know the Beijing Luyuan Hotel? Before I died, I was the executive chef there. We mainly cook Huaiyang dishes and stew medicinal foods. , I also learned about refreshments because of my preference. I usually don’t come out, but you also know the atmosphere of the underworld. This is not a dish that needs to be decorated with gold leaf, and I also make gold leaf myself. In fact, does gold leaf affect the taste? ? Not at all, just to increase the value. I'm dead poor again, I'll look around to see if there is any ghost with gold, I'm good... that one."
When he was in school, he was always good at improvising. Moreover, he really played the cook, and he also referenced the image of Lao Bai's greed for money, and the performance was very full.
At this moment, it doesn't matter if the audience is a ghost, the parking lot is his stage.
Xiaohong and Xiaolu looked at Lan He and felt even more that he didn't lie.
Maybe the original meaning is really, smelling the ghost, want to blackmail
They analyzed it with their own limited rationality. Since the other party is not meddling, there is no need to hold him back. Even the cooking class is still a mess.
"Okay, this cook is very long-winded." Xiaolu said impatiently through the neighbor's mouth, "Go away, what we do to you is considered to be more bullying."
The neighbors have lost their fighting power. The two of them, Lan He the one, are not bullying the less with more.
Lan He spread out his hands, "See you later, I wish you all to go to Jiuquan early."
He took a few steps back, and suddenly took out a paper kraft paper horse from his arms and threw it out.
"The cattle and horses know the way to Yin City, and they will forever leave the mountain and the cave. The ink and paper are indescribable, and the eyes of the sun and the moon are dim."
The paper ox and paper horses grew long in the wind. In the blink of an eye, the ox and horses swung their heads and tails to come to life, separating Xiaohong from the possessed neighbors.
- There is a partial overlap between the yin and the yang, but they can't see each other. Ghosts need to use paper sticks, and they have to be carried (burned) in another world, but Lan He himself brought them to the world of souls, naturally omitting this action, just consecrated them.
Lan He lowered his right hand, and the chain around his wrist also fell.
Seeing the battle, Xiaohong and Xiaolu couldn't understand whether they were cheated, what kind of soul cable a cook brought with him.
When Xiaohong was exposed, the red on her body became even brighter, it was like blood, but before she had time to make any move, she could only hear a "moo", a "Herod", and the horses and oxen ran wildly, knocking her down. It was plowed a dozen times in situ.
How much to bully less? This is how to bully less.
In Lan He's room, he threw the soul hook and put it on the "neighbor".
The "neighbor" was greatly stimulated, and fell to the ground screaming, rolling several times, unwilling to leave the body.
Lan He stepped forward with the chain and saw his body twitching, showing overlapping green figures.
The "neighbor" suddenly burst out, both hands were bluish-black, and he wanted to pinch Lan He.
Lan He tilted his head and punched the "neighbor" in the face.
He looked at Bai Nen and was even thin, but he was definitely not thin. He exercised regularly, and without a good body, how could he afford to stay up late to film.
This punch can be called physical seduction, the "neighbor" nosebleeds violently, and falls backwards, while the green ghost is still sitting in the same place, unable to keep up with the movement of the body at all.
"Come on!" Lan He took advantage of the situation to pull the chain, and Xiaolu completely broke away from the neighbor's body. He was dragged up by Lan He, still struggling to punch and kick Lan He.
Neighbors were still paralyzed, unconscious.
Over there, the trampling was fierce, and Xiaohong was almost flattened by the plow, struggling to get up and screaming.
The lights in the parking lot flickered several times in unison with the whistling sound. Her nails exploded, scratching the cows and horses. After all, they were made of paper, and some of them were damaged by her scratching. Die into confetti.
Lan He also threw out the remaining paper cows and paper horses. In fact, now that he has free time, he can also choose to use the soul cable, but it was the first time he saw his origami become real, and he couldn't help feeling strange. Look again.
When Xiaohong saw that Lan He had locked Xiaolu, she was even more angry, tearing everything in front of her frantically.
Hooking the soul and quelling the evil spirits, although they are black and white impermanence, it is enough to restrain them.
Xiaolu felt that it was not good, so she begged Lan He and said: "Sir, I have gold foil, which was burned to me by the most important person in the past. I will give it to you, you can take those cattle and horses, she can't stand it. Living."
The conditions at the bottom are not very good, and the situation is very serious, but the quality of the gold and silver received by all the ghosts is just the same. After removing the broken money, there is not much left.
She felt that even if Lan He was not a cook, he wouldn't want gold.
Before Lan He said anything, another chain flew over, tying Xiaohong firmly.
Lan He looked back and saw that it was a spy in the same uniform, holding a lantern in his hand, which read "Underworld" and "Peace in the World" written on the top hat.
This messenger also had a blue-grey dead face, with long and slender eyes, and smiled at Lan He: "My dear Yan San, Lao Bai has already received the letter you sent, but he has something on hand and split half of the Jinshan you gave. Seat, call me to help."
Little Green: "..."
Xiaohong said angrily, "You're not from the cooking class at all!"
Yan San looked at them and laughed miserably, "When did Yin Si have this system, you all believe in the cooking class?"
He saw the miserable appearance of this little red, those paper cows and paper horses were well-equipped, even exquisite, and their fierce postures were better than almost all the paper sticks he had ever seen. No wonder, it is possible to stack up such good ingots.
Xiaohong and Xiaolu were silent for a while, and then yelled at Lan He.
Lan He said eloquently: "I'm in the logistics department, I specialize in providing money and equipment, and the types of work are similar!"
Little green mad bah, how bad is it!
Lan He only felt that the resentment-filled emotions were transmitted along with the chains, but apart from the different emotions contained, they were not as surging as they felt before.
This is an accidental gain. Lan He also wants the old white to take him to see the evil ghost and get some materials, so that he can personally experience Xiaolu's emotions.
Lan He: "Hey, can you be more vicious?"
Little Green: "..."
Xiaolu rolled her eyes in anger. It was the first time she met someone who said she was not vicious enough to be a ghost! ! He looked down on her, she wasn't vicious, how did that person lie there
What kind of rascal is this!
Being so provoked by Lan He was not only resentment, but also hatred.
Xiaolu's eyes were bleeding, and she stared at Lan He fiercely, while Lan He tasted the emotion, malice, resentment, and the cold pain that could not be exceeded...
Yan San murmured, "What hobbies..."
Lao Bai also said that the impermanence of his new recruit is very soft-hearted and easy to talk, but sometimes he has a dark belly. Now it seems that the propaganda does not match the reality at all.
Lan He pulled away from his emotions and said sincerely to Xiaolu, "Thank you."
Little Green: "Bah."
Yan San weighed the ghost and said, "By the way, it seems that you ghosts should be less than three years old, and it takes three years to catch a dead ghost. How did you stealthily learn the art of catching life? Be careful!"
Xiaohong and Xiaolu were silent for a while.
Lan He didn't know this rule. He was simply a human being and helped his neighbors. Originally, catching a substitute was based on his own abilities.
He only vaguely understood from the neighbor's call that Xiaohong and Xiaolu should be entangled with a person, and that person went to the neighbor for help. The process was very simple. Unexpectedly, Xiaohong and Xiaolu still violated the rules.
Xiaohong and Xiaolu didn't speak, Yan Sanzi sneered twice, "Forget it, at this time, all kinds of evil spirits are coming out..."
What time is it, Qingming Festival? Lan He thought that this was what Yan San said, "What should I do now, take them to Dongyue Yinsi for trial?"
"Hahaha, they are so brutal, they can't go to the underworld casually, and if they break the rules, even if there is an expert to overthrow and clear their injustice, they have to wait... Besides, even if they can bring it, I will also There's no way to take them to the Yin Si of Dongyue." Yan San motioned to Lan He to look at his lantern, which said the underworld of the underworld.
"Isn't there only one Yin Si?" Lan He also saw the words on the lantern before, but he thought it was a different expression of the same place, and was a little confused.
"Of course there is only one Yin Division, but there are several bosses. Although you and I can be regarded as colleagues, I can't report to your boss." Yan San leisurely said, "Let's put it simply, God depends on human spirit! Go ahead here. Dongyue Yinsi has the most people, and the mansion is the lord of the underworld. Later, there were more people who believed in the king of Yama, so the power was divided, and the manor also had a title: the 'Taishan King' in the Ten Halls of Yama. Everyone's function While they are all healthy, they also rely on each other, either to decide the case or to put them in prison.”
Lan He did not systematically understand the system of the underworld. Hearing what he said, the underworld and the underworld are indeed inseparable, and they have also experienced changes in power.
Moreover, he also realized what Yan San didn't say: Yama is a Buddhist concept, and the King of Taishan came from the Taoist spiritual system. There are more people who believe in Yama, that is, Buddhism was introduced to China, and the two religions have integrated with each other in this regard. , and finally formed the current pattern.
"Thank you very much. I won't go overboard, what should I do with them?" Lan He felt that it was not easy to deal with, and he couldn't let them go. Who would guarantee that they would not do anything in the future.
"What's the matter, just send it to someone to save it. This is the capital, the place with the most liars in China, and the place with the most high-level people." Yan Sanman didn't care about the authentic.
Lan He: "..."
He was speechless, but when he thought about it, it was true. After all, it was the capital. Even if the master did not go to the high place himself, he might be invited here.
Yan San narrowed his eyes and counted, "Monks, Taoists, Feng Shui watchers, Ding Xian'er... spread out evenly, each community can get one or two people to eat underworld rice, always have that kind of heart. Yes, there will be free overruns."
"It seems that you are very experienced, where should you send them?" Lan He thought of his neighbor, he was not a Gu Master.
"We don't care about impermanence or ordinary things like this, but they are all colleagues, you opened your mouth..." Yan San paused as he spoke.
"A golden mountain." Lan He was already very proficient, and thought to himself that he would only come to play as an underachiever friend of an unfilial son.
Sure enough, Yan San immediately said cheerfully: "Then go to Juehui Temple, the monks there love to do this!"
Lanhe has also heard of Juehui Temple. This place is very famous and has a history of hundreds of years. It used to be a place for the royal family to pray for blessings. There is also a huge Buddha bell in the temple. There are dozens of tons of cultural relics made in the Ming Dynasty. . It is said that the incense here is effective, it is very famous in the capital, and some stars in the circle also love to go there.
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"You can't die, let's go!"
Before leaving, Lan He wanted to check the neighbor's injury, but heard Yan San urging him. He was thinking about how to explain it if he used a human body to help his neighbor and save him. And Yan San seemed to want him to abandon him.
If someone else said this, he would definitely feel that the other party was too indifferent, but Yan San said this... It's the truth, the other party's life is not over, and it's fine no matter what.
"OK then."
On the dark road they walk, they will encounter ghosts in twos and threes along the way. Some have not been able to go to Huangquan, and some have not been able to go to Huangquan, voluntarily and helplessly.
Yan San was carrying the lantern, and when he saw the lonely ghost from a distance, he took the initiative to avoid it.
There was only one exception. When he reached a crossroad, he saw a man sitting on a big rock by the side of the road, and he did not dodge when he saw them. He had short hair below his ears, with slightly curled ends. He was dressed in black, and his eyes were as dark and deep as Mo Yu's. He was a kind of arrogant and handsome.
There is also a light-colored wooden rosary at the neck of this man. When the rosary is wrapped around the back of the neck, it is exposed. A golden lotus-shaped fish on the back falls from the long silk sash, pressing down on the slightly wider robe. Bold.
Lan He couldn't help but take a second glance, wondering why the other party didn't run away, and he didn't seem to smell the paper dust...
Yan San interrupted his thoughts: "Well, we will arrive at Juehui Temple in a few minutes. Then put them at the door, knock on the door, hide, and wait for the monks to come out and pick them up..."
Lan He: "..." It sounds weird.
Xiaohong and Xiaolu cursed when they heard it. They didn't have any opinions on where to go, they just wanted to scold Lan He.
"Irregular ghost, bastard!"
"Don't let us see you again!"
"Rogue, shameless, lied to us as the cooking class!"
In retrospect, the bad thing was the bad thing that was deceived by Gou impermanence's "cooking class".
The voice was sharp and ear-piercing, and even the unmoved man on the side of the road glanced at it.
Lan He scolded back: "You are hooligans and shameless if you break the rules and harm others."
The function of this hook should be improved in the future, and the hooked ghost can no longer speak.
Lan He and Yan San took them to the gate of Juehui Temple. According to Yan San's words, Lan He put a note behind their necks, knocked on the door and hid, even if the monk could not see the ghost, he could see the note. . This is how I saw them being accepted by the monks.
"In this way, after the transition, there will be a city god who will pick you up." Yan San said, "We are done, this, Xiao Lai, will you go back yourself?"
Who is Xiaolai? Lan He reacted for a while before realizing that what he said was the words on his hat...
Because Lan He did not reveal his name, and although Lao Bai was unfilial, he was very tight-lipped when he took the money, and he didn't tell the line, so Yan San just called him nonsense.
"Yes, thank you senior, I will trouble you today." Lan He also thanked. Come on, come on.
"Haha, trivial matter, trivial matter." With short hands, Yan Sanyi waved his hand and walked away with the lantern.
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Lan Heyuan returned to the original road. When he passed the intersection, he saw the man in black still sitting in the same place. He was also curious, how could it be a ghost without taste. The ghosts that died on the shore smelled of paper dust, the ghosts that died in the water had a fishy smell, and the ghosts had a bloody smell... But the man in black had no smell at all.
Lan He stopped and stared at him, even thinking that this person was a little familiar. I don't know if it's an illusion, or if beautiful people always have similarities.
He couldn't help but ask, "Friend, how did you die?"
Song Futan raised his eyes to look at this evil person. He only showed two eyes, the eyelids were very thin, and the pupils were warm brown, without the dead or evil spirit of ordinary ghosts and gods. On the high hat on his head, it was written "Everything has come", but he had never seen it before. He had quarreled with ghosts before, and it was rare for the yin to be so energetic.
Song Futan usually doesn't like to deal with ghosts - or even he is not very happy to deal with people, but he is inexplicably willing to deal with the evil man who took the initiative to talk to him.
"I'm not dead."
Is it a living soul? Lan He thought that he was a ghost, mainly because ordinary people's souls were separated from the body, and it was impossible to be so calm, generally the same as Cheng Haidong.
"You eat hell rice?" Lan He asked.
"Are you cooking hell rice?" Song Futan asked back, he heard Xiaohong and Xiaolu talking about the cooking class before.
Lan He: "I don't cook."
Song Futan: "I don't eat either."
The conversation between the two was very smooth, and they fell into silence for a while.
After a while, Lan He laughed, and felt that he and the other party's brainwave fans met, how could he still have a little tacit understanding.
Song Futan also had a little smile in his eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, he actually explained, "I lost my soul accidentally, so I stayed in a place with convenient transportation and waited for my family to call my soul and lead me back."
Lan He was shocked, is there really such a calm person? You have already left your soul, and you still know that you are sitting at the intersection waiting for your family to call your soul, and you are not even afraid of evil
It may be the same as him, although he is not, but he is fascinated...
Lan He thought about it, and then he helped others for a while, "Okay, it's fate to meet, Ben Impermanence will hurry up and send you back!"
Lan He touched her arms, took out the last origami, and threw it on the ground. He is not particularly skilled, and he doesn't know how far the opponent's body is, so he chooses the means of transportation carefully.
It's just that the origami became bigger, but it turned into a little donkey.
Song Futan fell into contemplation, hurry up
"Hey, only the donkey is left." Lan He touched the donkey's head, "It's all right, it's the same, go up?"
Song Futan didn't move.
When the donkey didn't move, he put his head on him.
Song Futan showed a look of disgust and dodged away.
"Look, how cute, you can just take a moment!" Lan He looked at Song Futan and said, he was a bit shorter than Song Futan, and he had to raise his head slightly when looking at it.
how cute...
Song Futan's eyes flickered, and he really broke through the psychological bottom line. He rode on the little donkey, and the little donkey shook his head vigorously.
Song Futan: "You—"
While Song Futan was hesitating, Lan He had already pulled out the fan, unfolded it and slammed it towards the paper donkey, "No thanks, go back!!"
The little donkey barked twice, then flung its hooves and ran wildly.
The speed is really fast, and the wind is blowing under the hooves, but the body is up and down, and it is extremely bumpy. Song Futan looked down and saw that a hind hoof was clearly injured, it was a lame donkey!
Song Futan: "????"
Lan He also saw the donkey's running posture, and even the buddy was upset, and turned back to stare at himself.
He was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that when he folded the paper donkey, the hind legs seemed to be soaked.
The donkey had already run far away, lame but fast, Lan He shouted at the top of his voice: "Brother, you have already ridden, bear with it—"
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"Fu Tan? Are you awake?"
Song Futan slowly woke up and saw her mother's concerned face. He sat up on the bed.
Mother Song said worriedly: "How do you feel? I just called your dad. He is still filming the big night on the set. He will be back tomorrow morning."
Song Futan shook his head, "No, I'm fine."
"...Ah, okay." Mother Song sighed, the child must be used to it, but she still had some questions, "Why did you come back without calling the soul this time?"
The memory of returning to the soul was still a little fuzzy at the beginning. Song Futan thought about it for a while, and then he remembered the yin difference that covered his face and only showed a pair of warm brown eyes... And because of the bumpy road, this time, the soul-resurrection seemed to be particularly dizzy when he woke up.
Song Futan moved his fingers, and only then did he notice something, and he lifted his hand and spread it out.
Mother Song said strangely, "What is this? Where did it come from?"
I saw Song Futan lay a small donkey folded from yellow paper in the palm of his hand, and his right hind leg was slightly broken.