Heavenly Master raises ghosts daily

After the incident with Grandma Lin Man, Lu Changsheng received a generous reward. Originally, Lin Man said that he would pay Lu Changsheng from his own savings, but in the end Lin Zhengke didn't really ask Lin Man to pay.

As for what happened to Grandma Lin Man and the Lin family, these were no longer what Lu Changsheng needed to care about.

As late autumn approached early winter, the chances of rain in City A became less and less. There was a continuous drizzle just two days ago, and the next precipitation is estimated to have to wait for snow.

During this time of year in City A, the temperature difference between day and night is large, the daytime is cold and windy, and the sun rises at noon and shines on people's bodies, making them feel warm and warm.

The Kanyu shop door was open, and the slightly slanting sunlight entered the room. Lu Changsheng set up a table, sat in the sunlight, and wrote small seal characters on the bamboo slips with a fine brush.

The fine sunlight shrouded Lu Changsheng, and the fine fluff on his face was particularly obvious, and his hair was also plated with a layer of light gold.

After watering the flowers and plants in the backyard, Lu Ping saw such a scene when he walked to the front hall.

Seeing such a warm picture, the originally slightly cold hands felt a little warm in their palms.Lowering his eyes and smiling slightly, Lu Ping stood beside Lu Changsheng in a soft voice, and silently stretched out his hand to support the back of the chair, as if hugging Lu Changsheng from behind.

Already accustomed to this kind of interaction, Lu Changsheng didn't hesitate to hold the pen except for the slight curvature of his lips, and what he wrote was still so beautiful.

He lowered his head to look at the words written by Lu Changsheng on the bamboo slips. This is a font that Lu Pingzai is familiar with. Lu Changsheng hasn't written for a long time, but he has the strength of character imprinted in his bones.

After reading what Lu Changsheng wrote with a glance, Lu Ping's expression turned cold inch by inch. What Lu Changsheng is writing now is the chronology of the emperors of Langji Kingdom.

The hand on the back of the chair slowly tightened, and now Lu Ping can already touch the entity of the object. Although mortals still cannot see him, his spiritual power is almost no longer bound by the rules of the world.

"Why are you writing these things all of a sudden?" Lu Ping bent his lips to make his voice less blunt, and asked softly, loosening his fingers with white knuckles

"Suddenly came across miscellaneous books, so I thought about writing for fun." Lu Changsheng said very naturally, as if that was what he thought in his heart.

What he didn't say was that it was because of Lu Ping that he wrote these things. Writing these things could make Lu Changsheng feel a little closer to Lu Ping, but when he really started to record, he gradually found that he was very interested in Langji. Lu Changsheng wanted to have a deeper understanding of everything about that ancient pre-Qin country because the unofficial histories that Wei Yuyang consulted before came to mind.

The history of Langji Kingdom is not long, and there are only five generations of kings in total. It didn't take long to write down the reign time, year, title, and name of the last one out of selfishness.

After writing the name of the fourth monarch, Lu Changsheng put down his pen, dried the bamboo slips and folded them up, then got up and put the tables and chairs back to their original positions.

Originally, I wrote this just for rest, and in the rest of the time, Lu Changsheng had to familiarize himself with the talismans he wrote down earlier.

Looking at Lu Changsheng's actions, Lu Ping's expression was a little complicated. He wanted to say something to Lu Changsheng, but he was afraid that his words would remind Lu Changsheng of some bad memories, so he opened and closed his lips for a long time without making a sound.

Put the bamboo slips in the cabinet where Lu Ping's memorial tablet was placed, and then took three sticks of incense for Lu Ping. Lu Changsheng re-laid rice paper on the table, placed more than a dozen yellow talismans, and put the ground cinnabar on the table. On the painting, the brush was stained with cinnabar, and Lu Changsheng was tall and straight, and he was about to write while standing with his wrists down.

The moment Lu Changsheng was about to write, a man walked in with a pear box in his hand.

The man is thin and thin, so thin that you can see the cheekbones on his face and the blue veins on his arms. His face is also very white, with thin single eyelids and thin lips and eye tails. He obviously looks listless, but because of the black pupils The bright light showed that his personality was not bad.

There was a piece of red brocade on the pear blossom wooden box. The man walked into the room slowly, his eyes stopped behind Lu Changsheng, and then looked at Lu Changsheng again, "Master Lu, my husband has heard your name for a long time, I have been specially sent to invite you to come."

The man said with a thin smile on his thin lips. He bent down and put the pear blossom wooden box on the table. The box pressed the rice paper, but it didn't touch the talisman paper.

"This is a meeting gift from my husband." As the man said, he raised his hand to signal Lu Changsheng to open the wooden box.

Lu Changsheng looked at the wooden box without moving. Through the red brocade, he could vaguely distinguish the carved patterns on the box. Birds of various shapes and colors circled around, and vines and flower branches were used as hooks. But it is not a hundred birds chasing a phoenix.

Lu Changsheng recalled carefully, he seemed to have seen this decoration somewhere, but if he recalled it now, Lu Changsheng would not be able to remember it for a while.

Frowning slowly, Lu Changsheng shook his head without touching the pear wood box.

Just as Lu Changsheng was thinking, Lu Ping, who had been standing behind him, looked at the man with scrutiny. The human aura and appearance in front of him all said that he was a mortal, but Lu Ping felt that he was an ordinary person the moment he entered. , this mortal can see him.

Seeing that Lu Changsheng didn't intend to touch the pear wood box, the man didn't react. Instead, he took the red flannel off the box, opened the copper clasp, and said, "Originally, my husband wanted to come here to invite Master Lu in person, but he is not in good health. It’s so exhausting, so I can only come here with a gift.”

After the voice fell, the box was opened, and a short dagger was quietly lying in the box, wrapped in dark blue velvet cloth. The dagger was old and stained with copper rust. Once shown in front of people, the dark and gloomy ruby ​​on the dagger handle became brighter under the light.

Looking at the sword, a flash of surprise flashed in Lu Changsheng's eyes. He subconsciously looked at Lu Ping behind him, and the luster in his eyes darkened. There was a dagger exactly like this one in his room, except that Lu Changsheng had it. That is a fake.

"Sir, I heard that Master Lu bought an imitation of the Song Dynasty in an antique shop in City B before. Mr. thought that if the master liked it, he would keep the real one, put it in the warehouse, or play with it. Holding the Yanxuan Sword can be regarded as useful." The man said with a light smile, and when he mentioned the word "Yanxuan Sword", his tone flashed a trace of contempt.

Yan Xuanjian and Lu Changsheng seemed to have something to do with each other, he really wanted to keep this sword, but Lu Ping, who had always disliked having cold weapons around Lu Changsheng, did not make a sound this time, but looked at it with dull eyes. The Yanxuan sword inside the brocade.

Too much time has passed, and Lu Ping never thought that seeing it again would be like this.

"Thank you sir for me." Lu Changsheng said in a low voice. He raised his eyes to look at the man, and he had already agreed to the other party's request, "I don't know if your husband has any troubles that I need to solve."

"My husband invites you to visit the Yin Yang House." The man looked back at Lu Changsheng, only then did Lu Changsheng realize that the pupils of this man's eyes were terribly black, like eternal day without light.

His thoughts suddenly went to the color of the man's pupils. Lu Changsheng felt that he had thought a lot, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he hadn't thought about anything.

Many complicated scenes flashed in his mind. Lu Changsheng tried hard to see what those pictures showed clearly, but those scenes became more and more blurred. He suddenly had a severe headache. Lu Changsheng frowned until Lu Ping A cool hand touched his shoulder.

The whole person woke up, Lu Changsheng took a step back, away from the man and the wooden box, his heart was beating "jumpy", his face was a little pale, and the hand that was naturally hanging by his side slowly squeezed, Lu Changsheng bent over lips, trying to make himself look better.

"Don't know if you're in a hurry?" Lu Changsheng asked softly, letting go of his palms.

"No rush, the specific arrangement depends on you, Master Lu." The man also smiled and said.

"That's good." Lu Changsheng nodded, "I need to pack my things, can I leave tomorrow morning?"

"Okay." The man said without hesitation, "If that's the case, I won't bother you any more." After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. As if thinking of something, Lu Changsheng stopped the man, "I don't know your name. "

The man paused, and he turned around, "My name is Shang." He didn't say his name, he only said his surname.

"Mr. Shang, can you do me a favor before you leave?" Lu Changsheng continued to ask.

"What are you busy with?"

"Before going out, you have to offer incense to the patriarch, and you also offer a stick to show your sincerity," Lu Changsheng said.

"En." The man readily agreed, walked to Lu Ping's memorial tablet, picked up three incense sticks, lit the incense, he looked down and saw the name on the memorial tablet, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, and the man bent over while holding the incense stick. Curved lips, "Your ancestor was also named Lu Ping..."

"Huh?" Lu Changsheng frowned, "Yeah?"

"I know a man named Lu Ping, and I'll introduce you to him later." The man said evasively.

"It's common for people to have the same name." Lu Changsheng didn't think much about it.

On the other hand, Lu Ping on the side, when the man walked up to the memorial tablet, his expression was very serious. He didn't miss every word the man said, as if he wanted to see through his expression.

There is something very wrong with this man. Lu Ping perceives people through the qi on the other person, and although the qi on this man is no different from ordinary people, Lu Ping still feels the rotten smell coming from the other person, which comes from the depths of the ground. .

He was already very familiar with that smell before meeting Lu Changsheng.

The filthy stuff under the ground, even if you wash your soul, can't wash away the disgusting smell.