In Zhao Xunchang's room, there are incense, candles, paper money, yellow paper for summoning gods... everything is available, and the materials are top-notch.
Without waiting for the master to say anything, Chen Ling had already taken these things out of the house and placed them on the stone table in the yard according to the rules of summoning gods.
"Master, everything has been arranged." Chen Ling stood aside, looking at Zhao Xunchang expectantly.
Normally, Zhao Xunchang would have been fast asleep by now, but tonight he had a lot to do, and even though he was feeling sleepy, he still forced himself to stay awake and start the ceremony to pray to the gods.
The Chen couple had never seen such a scene before. They stood quietly aside, not daring to speak, looking in the direction of the stone table with curiosity and nervousness.
Zhao Xunchang entered Longhu Mountain to learn magic when he was a few years old. After leaving in his thirties, he has been wandering around aimlessly, catching ghosts and eliminating disasters for people. Although he always has a stern face, he is quite friendly and his attitude towards ghosts is different from that of others.
To him, there is only good and bad, not humans or ghosts.
If it is a good ghost, Zhao Xunchang will chat with the ghost and help him reincarnate in the underworld after negotiation.
If he encounters an evil ghost, he will be ruthless and kill it all without leaving any trouble.
His way of handling things made a good impression on the ghosts and gods in the underworld, especially the Night Wandering God who liked to do things according to his own preferences.
There are 16 Night Walkers in total. They are small and always appear hand in hand. They are responsible for patrolling the night world and monitoring good and evil. But they have a problem: they love to play pranks.
The first time they met was because the night-wandering god was playing a trick on a farm child, scaring the child so much that he started crying loudly in the middle of the night.
When Zhao Xunchang passed by, the child had been crying loudly at night for half a month, with fear in his eyes.
That night, Zhao Xunchang set up the formation and waited for the ghost to come to him.
Who knew that after cleaning up, they found out that it was not a ghost at all, but a night wandering spirit.
The sixteen night-wandering gods were beaten so badly that they stopped clasping their arms and stood in a row with their heads hung, sobbing.
Zhao Xunchang was troubled. Who could have thought that this night wandering spirit would be so naughty. Instead of doing his patrol work, he had to come and scare the children.
He tried to persuade him in the end, but finally had no choice but to ask the paper-making master to make a lollipop, a bumper car, a suit for children, an iPad, a Kaifeng vegetable family bucket... As long as it was something that could make the little kid happy, he asked the master to help make one.
Perhaps the bribe was too tempting, the night wandering gods stopped crying and even said thank you uncle to Zhao Xunchang.
From then on, Zhao Xunchang formed a "friendship" with the Night-Wandering God. Whenever he needed to trouble the God with something, the tedious process of inviting the God would be avoided, and the things that children liked to eat and play with would never be lacking.
So when he saw the things on the stone table, he shook his head and sighed, and said to his little apprentice: "Wait."
He returned to the room and dragged out a box from under the bed. The box was full of paper offerings.
Seeing the master dragging out a large box, Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, then hurried over to help move the box to the temporary "altar table".
Zhao Xunchang put his hands on his waist and took a few breaths, then waved his hand and said, "Get out of the way."
He lit a candle, ignited the talisman paper, kicked the covered box open with his toes, and chanted a spell to summon the gods.
Chen Ling heard clearly that the god summoned in the spell was the Night Wandering God.
The incantation to summon the gods was recited over and over again. When he was reciting it for the seventh time, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the yard, and the fallen leaves that flew in from outside were picked up by the wind and swirled around.
Chen Ling discovered that as the spell came to an end, the movement trajectory of the fallen leaves became faster and faster. By the end, it was so fast that it was impossible to see their shape clearly, and only afterimages remained.
Zhao Xunchang shouted the last sentence: "Hurry up and obey the order!"
The leaves stopped for a moment and fell to the ground.
Sixteen round-faced dwarfs appeared in the space that was supposed to be empty. They linked their arms and danced like little swans, their eyes all fixed on the big box filled with "treasures".
Without waiting for Zhao Xunchang to speak, the dwarfs swarmed towards the box and scrambled for the "toys" and "food".
Just as they were about to break out into an internal fight, a dog barking was heard.
The night-wandering gods seemed to have been acupunctured and stopped moving instantly, turning their heads to look towards the source of the sound.
In the dark, windowless room, the German Shepherd's eyes were shining with light from the outside environment, which made people's scalps numb.
The Chen family couple had strong yang energy, so they couldn't see the Night Wanderer and the German Shepherd, but they clearly felt that the atmosphere in the yard was not right, and subconsciously walked behind Zhao Xunchang.
The German Shepherd walked out step by step, as if patrolling its territory, with its head held high and walking slowly and leisurely in front of the night wanderers.
The sixteen children dropped the things in their hands and huddled together like little hamsters trying to keep warm, looking at the German Shepherd in fear.
Who would have thought that the next second, the German Shepherd's expression changed, and he jumped towards Chen Ling happily, sticking out his tongue with a silly and cute look on his face.
The night wandering gods breathed a sigh of relief, but did not dare to act rashly. They stared at the man and the dog with vigilance.
The more they looked at Chen Ling's face, the more familiar it seemed. One of them slapped his forehead and pulled the other fifteen brothers to chatter: "Don't you think that person looks like the one in the painting?"
"What painting?"
"The one that Sun God brought back."
"I remember now!" one of them said, jumping up and down, "It's the one in the sketch of the Eastern Ghost King! He said he was the master's sweetheart. We should be polite to him if we meet him!"
As soon as these words were spoken, sixteen pairs of eyes looked at Chen Ling in unison.
Chen Ling, who was originally full of anxiety, felt his scalp tingling when being stared at. He swallowed and asked, "Do you know me?"
"I know him!" Night Wanderer No. 1 nodded rapidly, then glanced at the German Shepherd as if he was afraid of something.
Seeing the big dog quietly wagging its tail and looking flattering at Chen Ling, No. 1 was sure that the young man in front of him must be the one who drew the ghost picture. With a smile on his face, he flattered, "Sir, what is the matter that you called us here for?"
Zhao Xunchang: “…”
Shouldn't we ask him this question? It was he who invited the Night Wanderer up here!
When Zhao Xunchang saw Night Wanderer No. 4, 5 and 6 secretly stuffing tribute into his clothes while his companions were not paying attention, he became even angrier.
Chen Ling glanced at his master, and when he saw the old man signaling him to ask quickly, he said, "I want to ask, have you seen Jiang Yu? How is his injury?"
My heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, making it tight and painful, for fear of hearing a bad answer.
Number One said, "Did you say sir?"
He felt a little embarrassed, perhaps because there were some things that could not be casually told to people in the world of the living.
The German Shepherd nudged Chen Ling's hand with its mouth, and his palm was wet by the dog's nose. He squatted down helplessly, rubbed the dog's head hard a few times, and held the German Shepherd in his arms.
"Is it inconvenient to tell me?" Chen Ling looked at No. 1 pleadingly.
Night Walker No. 1 was still in shock, pointing at the German Shepherd with trembling fingers: "Why is it here?"
"This is it, Jiang Yu gave it to me." Chen Ling held the dog's head in both hands and stared into its eyes. It still had that stupid look. It seemed that the German Shepherd's consciousness was still its own.
The Night Walker murmured, "The master is so kind to you. This is his favorite pet. Normally, no one dares to touch it."
Although he said he loved her, he didn't really dote on her that much.
Jiang Yu's cold heart and lungs only warm up when Chen Ling appears. When the German Shepherd followed him in the past, it was not known whether it was because it was influenced by its owner or because it was afraid of its owner, it deliberately suppressed its nature, it always looked cold and serious, with a hostile look.
Now the look of him wishing he could turn over his belly and ask for a pat really surprised the Night Walker.
Chen Ling didn't know the inside story, but he keenly grasped the key point: "Why do you call him sir?"
The Night Wandering God can barely be considered one of the ten ghost generals under the King of Hell. Although his ability is not that strong, the status of the underworld is there. Even if Jiang Yu is a senior executive of the underworld, he would not be so feared by the Night Wandering God.
The word "Sir" was heard again and again with such awe and respect that it sounded a little weird.
Night Walker No. 2 snatched a lollipop from No. 16 and ran over, interjecting, "Because a sir is a sir."
Chen Ling: “…”
He held his forehead and said, "Let's put it another way. You seem a little afraid of him. Why?"
Number One said, “Isn’t this a matter of course?”
"Of course?" Chen Ling frowned. "So what position does he hold in the underworld?"
Number 7 discovered from Chen Ling's question that he seemed to know very little about Jiang Yu's identity. He was about to scold his brothers to stop talking nonsense, but the fastest number 8 shouted: "He is the successor of the emperor. If you must say the position, then it is a pending position."
Chen Ling: "Emperor Fengdu?"
The chatterbox No. 13 held the Kaifeng vegetable bucket and pouted, "It's not that old man with a beard!" He looked up at the sky with a look of respect, "It's the Emperor Dongyue who controls life and death in heaven and earth."
Zhao Xunchang was drinking water when he spat it out. He looked at Chen Ling in doubt, then turned to look at Night Wanderer, feeling agitated.
My little disciple, this friend talks so well!
The Five Mountains in the world each have their own deities, and Mount Tai in the east is the most revered of them all.
Therefore, the Emperor of Dongyue has the highest status among the Five Mountains, and is in charge of the life and death of all living beings in the world. Strictly speaking, the highest god in the underworld, Fengdu Emperor, who is governed by the Five Mountains, is subordinate to the Five Mountains.
It would be perfect if the young disciple could marry that old ghost Jiang Yu, and they could live happily and long together in the future.
Zhao Xunchang felt comforted, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile, maybe after he died, he could enjoy the good life with his little disciple, without having to reincarnate.
Although he had long guessed that Jiang Yu's identity was not ordinary, he did not expect it to be like this. After a brief moment of shock, he came to his senses, frowned and asked: "The spell on his body was written by Emperor Dongyue?"
Although Night Wanderer was afraid of Jiang Yu, he was also his die-hard fan. Before No. 7 could stop him, No. 14 couldn't wait to chatter, "Mr. was born in the sea of blood, and was born with a fierce aura. Probably because of this, the heaven sent down thunder and lightning to wipe out his existence. It was the Emperor Dongyue who resisted the thunder for Mr. and guided him with kindness, allowing Mr. to go from nearly becoming a demon to practicing the way of the ghost."
Number Six snatched the family bucket from Thirteen's arms. The paper chicken drumstick instantly turned into a real steaming chicken drumstick. He took a delicious bite and said, "There was an abnormal change in the world of the living today, and there was a thunderbolt. Then I saw the gentleman returning to the underworld with an evil aura all over his body, and his expression was not right..."
Number Four continued, "We don't need to think about the thunder to know that it must be God trying to take advantage of the opportunity to wipe out our master. But unfortunately, the master is no longer the same as before. At most, God can only bring him a little physical punishment, but it can't hurt his foundation."
Number 7 could no longer bear it, and he jumped up and down, shouting angrily, "Why are you telling everyone else everything? Shut up! Shut up!"
Number One was bewildered: "This is my husband's sweetheart, or even his future wife, how can you call him an outsider?"
"Yes, we are all one of us." The other fifteen people looked condemning.
Number 7: “…” I want to cry!