"Uh, did I guess wrong?"
The old dwarf tilted his head.
"My cultivation has regressed again. Ouch."
The dwarf old man took out a cigarette and started smoking it, looking very melancholy.
Zhou Ze calmed down his emotions. He couldn't just say, "What you calculated seems to make some sense."
"Old senior, I came here to ask you about the ghost messenger."
"Ghost messenger?" The dwarf old man frowned, "I say, young man, why do you have nothing better to do than to ask about the ghost messenger? Those people are not so easy to deal with. If you meet them, you should stay away from them.
You have a body and are able to survive. This is a great opportunity. Just enjoy it secretly."
The old man said in confusion.
Zhou Ze frowned slightly. Couldn't the old man in front of him tell that he was a ghost messenger
Although he was a temporary worker, judging from the old man's previous deductions, he was definitely not a half-baked expert. However, he was unable to discover his identity as a ghost messenger.
Does this mean that the little Loli really treated herself as a temporary worker, and that apart from the so-called "Gate of Hell", she actually had other important things that were not given to her at all
Xu Qinglang once said that the loli came and went in a hurry, and she definitely didn't really want to take over. She just had something to do, so she temporarily caught him as a free soldier.
As for the reason for conscripting me, it was very simple. Wasn't it because they valued that I would not take the initiative to cause trouble and would not cause trouble for her when I was on duty
But Zhou Ze must master this identity. His life had been ruined once before, and this time he must completely control his life. The identity of a ghost catcher is the best amulet that will prevent him from becoming an illegal resident and living in fear all day long.
Zhou Ze spread his palms towards the old man, revealing the symbol in front of him.
The old man's face froze immediately, and his breathing slowed down for a moment. At the same time, his eyes rolled around, and then he suddenly realized:
"I understand. That long-tongued girl pulled you out to be her substitute."
The dwarf old man put his hands behind his back and walked back and forth on the pile of dirt, as if he was thinking about something. Zhou Ze stood beside him without saying a word to disturb him.
Finally, the old man asked again: "Why do you ask me about the ghost messenger?"
"To contribute better to the harmony of hell and the peace of the world."
"Oh." The old man shook his head, then nodded, "Hey, I know what you want to do. Do you want to replace that long-tongued girl?"
Zhou Ze did not refute.
No rebuttal means consent.
"There is a way, and it's very simple." The old dwarf pondered, "Since you brought me so many gifts tonight, I'll tell you."
"I'm all ears."
"Inside the Confucian Temple live saints. When the saints are on top, people walk on the human path and ghosts go to the Naihe Bridge. The saints can see everything at a glance.
Don’t you think this makes sense?”
"Yes." Zhou Ze nodded.
"The long-tongued girl gave you this key, which is equivalent to giving you half of your identity, but she can take it away at any time." The dwarf old man pondered and said, "But as long as you enter the Confucian Temple, I will personally pray to the saint, and then you can express your attitude, make a promise, and show your determination in front of the saint.
In other words, you need to say those nice words you said before even more beautifully. As long as one of the saints nods, your identity will be confirmed.
But there is one thing you must be careful of. The saints have sharp eyes and see through everything. Once you harbor evil intentions, or do something out of line in the future, you will be punished not only by the laws of the underworld, but also by the wrath of the saints!"
The old dwarf looked serious.
"Is it that simple?" Zhou Ze asked back.
"How difficult it is." The dwarf sighed, "If you want to gain the favor of the saint and grant you a status, this is the only way, a method that you can try for the time being."
Zhou Ze nodded and said, "Then let's give it a try."
The dwarf old man walked to the door of the Confucian Temple and blew a breath inside. Then a "click" sound came from behind the door, which should be the bolt of the big mahogany door falling.
"You go in first and have a good chat in front of the statue of the saint. From now on, I will make arrangements for you."
Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and pushed the door open. He looked at the dwarf old man beside him and saw that he was standing there motionless. He said in surprise:
"Old Senior, won't you come in with me?"
"Excuse me, I am just a lackey of the Saint. How dare I wander around in front of the Saint? You are half an official, so go in."
Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment, but still took a step and walked in.
The old man gently clasped his hands together, and the wooden door closed again.
"Have a good talk with the Saint!"
Then, the old man took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth. Without lighting it, the cigarette burned by itself.
After finishing a cigarette, the old man smiled, took down his gongs and drums, and hit them hard!
There was only a crisp sound.
The old man shouted in a hoarse voice:
"It's dry, be careful with fire!"
Next,
Another gong sounded:
"It's dry, be careful with fire!"
The old man was beating the gong and singing and dancing in front of the gate of the Confucian Temple, a bit like the shaman dance in the Northeast.
He is short in stature, and looks even more adorable when he jumps around.
"Boy, just keep chatting with the statue of the saint and express your opinions. I will help you get your message to the heavens!"
The dwarf old man shouted towards the Confucian Temple.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, senior."
Zhou Ze's voice came from behind the wall.
"It's not hard, it's not hard. Just bring me a few more cigarettes and come to see me from time to time. I have no descendants, no incense or flattery. It's hard to smoke a cigarette now.
There is no shortage of food and drink in the Confucian Temple, but I wouldn’t dare touch the things in front of the saint even if I had ten guts.”
The old dwarf laughed "Hahaha".
Then he continued to beat his gong cheerfully.
"It's dry, be careful with fire!"
"Bang!" The gong sounded!
"It's dry, be careful with fire!"
"Bang!" The gong sounded.
The gongs sounded lower and lower each time,
At the same time, the hammer that was originally wrapped in white cloth by the old dwarf began to be soaked with blood.
At the beginning,
The blood color was just faint spots, but with each strike of the gong, it began to spread.
It started to become thick and also became dazzling.
In the end,
Every time the dwarf old man struck, a large amount of blood plasma would come out, staining his clothes and making his originally naive image look a little hideous!
"It's dry, be careful with fire!"
"Bang!"
The last gong sounded,
The old dwarf threw the blood-stained gongs and drums in his hands into the Confucian Temple, and shouted at the top of his voice:
"The saint has opened his eyes, and the evil spirits are receiving the law!"
After shouting the last time,
The old man felt as if he had been electrocuted. His body became much more blurred than before, and even had a tendency to become scattered.
But he still laughed wantonly and shouted inside:
"Are you comfortable? Are you comfortable now?"
"uncomfortable."
Zhou Ze's voice came from behind the wall.
"That's right, young man, I will teach you again today what it means that the world is unpredictable and people's hearts are hard to predict!
The human heart is hidden in the belly, let alone a ghost!
I will sacrifice all my merits as a servant for a whole decade to ask the saint to kill you!"
"Do I have a grudge against you?"
Zhou Ze's voice came from the other side of the wall, filled with confusion.
“Hate? Of course I have a grudge!” The dwarf old man was in a trance, but he continued to shout: “I will not reincarnate, I will not fall into reincarnation, I will not rush to the afterlife!
Day and night, he accompanied the Confucian Temple and served these ancestors.
For
Isn't it just to accumulate some good karma for future generations and bring blessings to their grandchildren
My family is dwindling in numbers because of the disasters done by my ancestors, so I have no choice but to stay here, just hoping that the incense will continue to flow!
But a year ago, the last generation of my descendants, my only heir, was gone!
What's the point of you asking me to be your attendant and pretend to be your grandson for the past sixty years?"
The old dwarf cried,
“Is it fun to be with these clay statues every day
Hahaha, God has eyes. When you were competing for the first incense stick at the 'door washing' ceremony that day, I just glanced at you and lent you a cigarette.
I didn't see anything at all.
Just now I was asked to do some calculations, go away with your Liuwei Dihuang Pills!
You made me calculate that you and the premature death of my last generation of descendants are inextricably linked!
This is the cause you created, and today you have to bear the consequences!
I have exchanged the merits of my sixty years of companionship for your shattered soul.
You're worth it! You're not at a loss!"
"Your offspring died on the operating table?" Zhou Ze asked behind the wall.
"No, he didn't die on the operating table. He died in a car accident."
The old dwarf wiped his tears. Although his figure was much more blurred, his tears seemed to have blood-red spots.
“I didn’t drive in my previous life.”
Zhou Ze also wanted to say that he was hit by a car in his previous life.
"That drunk driving bastard should have died, and his life span should have ended, but you saved him on the operating table and kept him alive for another half a month!
Finally, his time came and he died in a car accident due to drunk driving, but my lovely great-great-grandson also died in the accident.
you say,
Is this your karma
This is not your fault!
This is not the debt you owe! "
"Your brain circuit is really powerful." Zhou Ze exclaimed.
The dwarf old man, who was slowly calming down from the initial excitement of revenge, suddenly discovered something extremely strange. According to reason, he should have asked a saint in the Confucian temple to open his eyes for the merits of serving for sixty years.
According to the usual nature of those clay saints, they are usually lazy to death. As long as they open their eyes and see a ghost in front of them, they will kill it even if it is a genuine ghost catcher, let alone the genuine Zhou Ze
Shouldn't Zhou Ze, at this moment, be suffering from great pain as his soul is torn apart and scattered under the gaze of the saint
Why is your tone always so relaxed every time you respond to me
This is not right.
Something's wrong!
"How can you be okay? How can you be okay?"
The old dwarf suddenly roared,
He has completely wasted all the merits of accompanying her for a whole sixty years!
Zhou Ze walked out from behind the other side of the wall.
Looking at the old dwarf.
The Confucian Temple was surrounded by a rectangular wall. When Zhou Ze spoke before, he was standing outside the other side of the wall. So when the dwarf old man stood at the main entrance, it sounded like Zhou Ze was standing inside the temple and talking to him.
The dwarf old man felt as if he had been electrocuted. He looked at Zhou Ze who appeared outside the Confucian Temple in disbelief.
"Why are you outside? How did you get out?"
Zhou Ze pointed to the back and said:
"You have been in this unit for so long,
Don’t you know that there is a backdoor here?”