How to Build a Haunted House

"You guys have really grown up."

Sitting in the car, watching the little Taoist priest take out two clumps of weasels from his chest, Chu Ci's heart collapsed.

The little Taoist was in a good state of mind, he looked in the rearview mirror, and used his spiritual power to eliminate the evil spirit covering his face, and in a blink of an eye he was a handsome and handsome man again.

"Wuliang Tianzun." After beating the head of the court, he reported his family name: "Pin Dao is a disciple of Qingniu Temple in Nanlu Mountain. This time he came down the mountain to subdue demons and eliminate demons."

"Oh." Huang San'er snorted loudly.

The little Taoist ignored him, and carefully took off the uniform of Meituan Waimai from his waist and put it on, saying: "Since the monster has been subdued by this fellow Taoist, please take good care of him and don't come out to do evil again. Farewell to the poor!"

After all, he opened the car door.

... not pulling.

"Huh?" The little Taoist pulled again.

"Let's wait, Daoist." Chu Ci took out his mobile phone, which contained the chat records with Abbot Fakong.

"I just asked Abbot Fakong to contact your master. He asked us to bring you back to Qingniu Temple as soon as possible, and told you that you haven't finished your May 681, and you have been playing truant for five months. Now you are only [-] away from the college entrance examination. God."

The little Taoist's expression changed suddenly: "No, let me go!"

"That won't work."

Huang San'er held the seat belt quickly in his eyes and hands, fastened it for him with a "click", and then squatted on top of his head triumphantly.

"Let me tell you, you little bastards, you didn't go to school well, and you only thought about conquering demons all day long, and you were all harmed by brain-dead online novels. Alas, there are still too few homework left."

"It's in vain that I trust you so much, you actually sent WeChat to my master in private!"

"How can you know that you didn't do your summer homework if you don't send your master a WeChat message?"

"I don't want to do my homework! I want to subdue the demon!"

The black car was already in motion, and the wind poured in from the window, dispersing the screams of the little Taoist in the surrounding air, making those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.

Chu Ci said to Uncle Huang: "Stop at the expressway exit later."

"I remember that there is a book wholesale market over there. I bought a set of five-three and exercises for the general subject, as well as Huanggang real questions..."

"Take it as a meeting ceremony for the elders."

"I do not!"

"If you say one more sentence, you will buy an extra set of papers."

The screaming stopped abruptly.

Until the car drove to the door of "Scared You Didn't Discuss", the little Taoist was still like a gourd with its mouth sawn.

·

Bringing the little Taoist priest to the staff lounge, Chu Ci threw him a set of Wusan, and then dragged Huang San'er, Huang Shu, Shen Yan and Ghost King into the small room.

"What are you guys going to say in secret?" The little Taoist bit his pen and raised his head vigilantly.

"Don't worry about adults' affairs, children."

"Who said I was young! How much older can you be than me?"

"I'm married, are you married?"

"..."

Lost.

The little Taoist silently lowered his head to answer the question, "Infinite Heavenly Venerable, monks don't talk about boyfriends."

Chu Ci just ignored him, he closed the door and asked Huang San'er, "What did you find inside?"

Huang San'er took out two stacks of documents, triumphantly.

"Client list and egg donor information."

"What about you?"

With a flick of the Ghost King's sleeve, eight blood-red glass jars appeared on the table, each containing a young fetus curled up, with its eyes closed and its umbilical cord floating in the blood.

The mouth and surroundings of the glass jar are wrapped with dense yellow charms, and the cinnabar characters are connected in a string, spiraling upwards like a chain. Viewed from the outside, it seems that the neck and limbs of the fetus are firmly bound.

There is also some suspicious gray residue on the outside of the bottle, like broken concrete.

Chu Ci: "...wait a minute."

"Where did you find these bottles?"

Ghost King: "Under the floor, inside the wall, there is also a load-bearing column in the middle."

Pale and slender hands stretched out from under the black robe, the knuckles were slightly red, as if a trace of skin had been scraped, the Ghost King stretched out his hand in front of Chu Ci, and said with aggrieved expressionless expression: "It hurts, blow it to me."

"Yes!" Chu Ci's scalp was numb. He really didn't know that the ghost king did such a big thing when the people in the medical center were out chasing the weasel, and almost demolished his old lair.

I hurriedly turned on my phone, and sure enough, the local media in Linjiang City reported that "a small-scale earthquake was suspected in the city center, and Tianxin Beauty Hospital collapsed in a large area. At present, firefighters have been stationed, and it is suspected that there are illegal buildings hidden underground."

"..."

Looking at the time of the collapse, it was about 10 minutes after they left.

"You can do it." After blowing casually, Chu Ci pushed the Ghost King's hand away.

Appeared in No. 488, No. 488 was refurbished and rebuilt, appeared in Chuhua University, the exciting teaching building of Chuhua University was overthrown, appeared in the beauty hospital, and the hospital collapsed 10 minutes later.

"As expected of a male ghost with blood and blood, if Zhang Daochang's demolition team hires you, you will be able to become the world's top [-] next year."

"..."

The ghost king couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a mockery for a moment.

·

Daoist Song of Qingniuguan came very quickly.

He also had been holding religious congresses in the provincial capital for the past few months. As soon as he returned to Chuhua City, he heard that his little disciple was lost. a mobile phone.

"Farewell, master. I will go to the end of the world with my sword. When the story of my slaying demons and demons is recited in the whole country, it will be the time for my disciples to return home."

Song Daochang became anxious when he saw it, and almost suffered from high blood pressure on the spot.

"This kid Qingyun just leaves? He doesn't know that the society is dangerous at such a young age. What can he do with only 100 yuan? At least bring a set of "The Queen's Essence Talks Essence"."

Daoist Song went to the Public Security Bureau to report the case and asked other pilgrims, but unfortunately the little Taoist Qingyun, besides other things, has superb anti-reconnaissance skills, so he was not caught for several months.

He was sitting at the table scratching his head and writing Wusan, when the door outside was pushed open, and a voice full of emotion came out.

"Qing Yun, I finally found you as a teacher!"

"Master!"

Qingyun raised his head, startled by the reflection of the sun, and asked after a long while: "Master, when did you abandon the Tao and follow the Buddha to compete with Master Fakong for a job?"

Song Daochang has a bald head, if he is not wearing a Taoist robe, it would really be misleading.

A few apprentices followed behind him, the leading middle-aged Taoist held a roll of papers, rolled up his sleeves and knocked Qingyun on the head.

"You still said! If it wasn't for worrying about you, why would Master have insomnia and hair loss, and all the hair on the top of his head fell out?"

Middle-aged bald, bald like a Mediterranean, even a bun can't stop it. Daochang Song gritted his teeth and simply shaved off his hair. He always wears a wig on important occasions, but now he is here to visit his disciples, so naturally he doesn't need it for private occasions. Put on that stuffy hot fake headgear.

"Brother, don't hit! I know I was wrong!"

"It's good to know that you are wrong." Daoist Song is a kind master, especially the little disciples. He took the paper from the big disciple Qingshan, spread it out in front of Qingyun, and said lovingly: "Come on, these are all for the teacher to ask your teacher. The weekly exam, monthly exam, mid-term exam papers, as well as the usual homework and handouts, should be finished as soon as possible since you are back, so that you can give them to your teacher for correction next Monday, and you can also make time for the parent-teacher meeting last Friday."

"Don't worry, I have already communicated with the teachers of each subject, and I will let the senior brother and the second senior brother invigilate the exam for you, and your grades will be on the honor list like other students."

"Aren't you happy?"

Qingyun had a "let me die" expression on his face, the corners of his mouth were turned down, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Happy, I'm so happy to die."

At this moment, with a "squeak", the door of the inner room opened, and Chu Ci came out from inside.

He heard the ghost report passing through the wall that Daoist Song had come, and hurried out to greet him.

Chu Ci smiled and said: "I have admired you for a long time, the Taoist priest sat down and drank a cup of tea."

Song Daochang: "I haven't thanked the benefactor Chu for finding the villain for the poor, and bought a full set of "Five Three" for the villain. If the benefactor Chu can use the old way, feel free to ask."

Chu Ci's eyes lit up: "There really are!"

He brought Song Daochang into the inner room. There were eight glass jars on the table, and on each glass jar lay a red and wrinkled little ghost with a hideous face.

The ghost king was sitting on the side bored, knocking back a little ghost who tried to jump up and bite his index finger.

"Boom."

"Dong dong dong."

The little ghost jumped up and bit people one after another, and was photographed on the table one after another.

Daoist Song: "..."

"With all due respect, is this benefactor whack-a-mole?"

When the ghost king saw the old Taoist priest, his eyes lit up.

He pushed the glass jar forward: "Here you are."

"These baby spirits were murdered by greedy businessmen. They were falsely claimed to be stunted by the doctor when they were still in the womb. They were taken out of the mother's body and refined. Some of them were used to win over relationships in private. These few were selected. used for other purposes."

According to the orientation map of the eight glass jars drawn by the ghost king, Chu Ci could see the traces of the formation, which seemed to be used to summon something, but there was still an infant spirit missing at the eye of the formation.

Shaking his head and thinking about it, he asked Daoist Song: "Abbot Fakong is taking his disciples to purify the previous batch of Gumantong next door. These baby spirits and the Gumantong found later will trouble you, Taoist priest."

Speaking of Chu Ci, he shook the list of customers in his hand, and said: "According to the information on this list, there are at least hundreds of people who have participated in the illegal surrogacy business of Tianxin Hospital over the years, some of whom really want children, and some of them just want to have children." Cultivate a Gumantong with your own blood through a surrogacy agency, and these must be carefully screened."

Song Daochang nodded, put the whisk on his arm, and knocked out a little ghost who was trying to bite him with the handle of the whisk, and said in a fairy-like way: "Don't worry, benefactor Chu, it is the duty of people in my generation to do good deeds, and it is obligatory to save Having said that, Pindao has raised his disciples for many years, but he is still very good at educating minors."

Hearing these words, Qingyun looked at the ghost babies with sympathy, and shed bitter tears for them.

Master's education is the sea tactics.

Guiying is still young, so there is probably no need to do "May Three" and "Wang Houxiong", but "Preschool Mathematics", "Preschool Chinese" and "Preschool English" are always indispensable.

"I'm going to help my juniors buy practice questions!" Qingyun raised his hand actively.

It was rejected by Taoist Song.

"It's not frugal at all. The master still keeps the exercise book you used when you were learning how to read. It's in the big iron box under my bed."

"Pindao goes back to get the practice questions and magic tools, and then he will come back." Daoist Song said to Chu Ci.

"Another merciless request."

"what?"

"Can you arrange Pindao's dojo farther away from Abbot Fakong's? Pindao can't hear the sound of those monks chanting sutras."

"You old bull nose!" The abbot Chaodu was tired all morning and was planning to come to the office to browse the Internet. He rolled up his sleeves and went to Daoist Song: "Did the Lotus Sutra provoke you? It sounds like I don't I think your "Taishang Laojun Said Qingjing Sutra" is annoying."

The two had been neighbors for many years, and they were used to hurting each other. They didn't pay attention to let a few Gumantong slip out, and grabbed the few disciples behind the old Taoist with their little paws stained with red blood.

"Tear."

"Tear and tear."

Twice, the disciples were caught off guard, the azure Taoist robe was torn into rags, and the shirt was still stained with blood, and they were afraid of scaring the tourists when they went out.

Daoist Song: "..."

He and Abbot Fakong stretched out their hands, restrained a few little ghosts, and asked Chu Ci: "Chu benefactor, do you have any clothes to change here?"

Chu Ci asked the staff, and shook his head regretfully. After all, ghosts don’t need clothes. Chu Ci ordered work clothes for them from the shroud shop.

"But the abbot seems to be..."

The incident happened suddenly, so we had to adapt accordingly.

Ten minutes later, Taoist Song with an ugly face, led seven or eight disciples in monk clothes out of the main entrance of the haunted house.

A tourist who was broadcasting live at the door was taken aback.

"Hey!" He turned back and asked the barrage: "I remember that the boss invited a group of monks to do things before?"

Well now, the collective has become a Taoist priest, with thick black hair on the top of his head, still in a bun, and the only one who has no hair is wearing a sky-blue Taoist robe, clearly showing his identity.

"It's a pity that they walked too fast, otherwise the anchor really wanted to catch up and interview them about their journey."

"Hahaha." A row of barrage popped up in the live broadcast room.

"The anchor is too bad, just looking at it makes the hair on the top of my head scared."

"Only the leader is more pitiful. It may be that he is relatively calm, and the mysterious hair growth power has not played its due role on him."

"Maybe it's because I'm too scared. When it grows out, I'll be ripped off by myself."

"Is there a difference... By the way, I remember that this seems to be a haunted house that was live-streamed by Internet celebrity Brother Ming on P station? It is said that there was a wanted criminal who robbed and murdered. He was scared and cried by the ghost inside, and came out on his knees."

"Standing in, kneeling out. Monks come in, Taoist priests go out." After a discussion, someone concluded: "The mysterious power of the net red haunted house is so terrifying."

"If you are troubled by hair loss, don't you want to experience it?"

……

"Terrorist hair growth?" Half an hour later, Chu Ci looked at the new tag that appeared on Weibo's hot search, with a puzzled expression on his face: "What the hell is this?"