Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 25 Scholar Ghost

Mulberry has the same pronunciation as "mulberry mourning". Many people think that mulberry trees are unlucky. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that mulberry trees were not planted before.

As a scholar, Master Guo did not believe in ghosts and gods before, so he did not have these taboos. His late friend loved to eat mulberry fruits, so he planted a mulberry tree next to his private school as a comfort.

Xiaopang was still immersed in the embrace of the big mulberry tree, and the whole ghost almost turned into a puddle of water dripping on the trunk of the tree.

Jiang Fuyuan's mind moved, and a slender blue silk thread was connected from her palm to the heart of the ghost on the tree. With a hook of her fingertips, the long-tongued ghost with an intoxicated face was forcibly pulled away from the big mulberry tree as if it was being torn off.

"Ahhhh~~~"

The shrill screams filled the eardrums.

Of course only Jiang Fuluan's eardrums.

Master Guo and the two Zaizai felt a biting cold wind pass by, and all three of them shivered.

The little boy timidly pressed close to Jiang Fuyuan: "Mom, Xiaobai is a little cold."

"It's okay, let's bask in the sun and it won't get cold."

"Oh..." Ke Mingbai, who had no doubts, stood obediently in the sun with his short legs, letting the bright sunlight coat his soft hair with a light golden color.

The little fat man who was forced to quit mulberry floated sadly in front of Jiang Fuyuan: "Master, what are you doing... I am feeling comfortable..."

[How to feel comfortable? 】

"It's fragrant and sweet..." Xiaopang recalled the feeling just now, smashing it in his mouth, flicking his long tongue back and forth, "It's also a little crispy and numb..."

[Is it more comfortable than you on a locust tree branch? 】

"Well, it's not a comfortable way. The locust branches at home are warm. Lying on them makes me want to sleep."

"I don't want to sleep here, but I'm very satisfied." Xiaopang tried his best to describe this strange feeling, "It seems...as if I'm full and I don't want to move."

There is indeed a problem.

Jiang Fuyuan frowned and looked at the big mulberry tree. Judging from the appearance, it can only be seen that the mulberry tree is very strong, with a straight trunk, a broad crown, and its roots are like blood vessels firmly embedded in the soil, continuously absorbing water from the tree. nutrient.

It was too strong for a ten-year-old mulberry tree.

After walking around the tree twice, a faint smell penetrated her nose.

It's neither fragrant nor smelly, and has a very low sense of presence. It will be ignored if you don't pay attention.

It's the ghostly energy that has been covered up.

This mulberry tree is helping a certain ghost, or some ghosts, to cover up their whereabouts.

【interesting. 】

She smiled coldly, turned to Master Guo and said, "Master, do you want Qingshui Private School to return to the past?"

Master Guo: "That's natural, but this ghost..."

It's not him who has the final say whether the private school can be opened if it keeps making noise like this.

Jiang Fuyuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, once tonight is over, Immortal Fuyuan will keep your private school safe and peaceful."

Tonight, she was going to meet the ghost guarded by Old Sangmu to see which blind guy dared to delay her eldest son's study plan.

In late autumn, it gets dark early, the sun sets early, and a bright moon comes to look after the earth.

The big dark mulberry tree squatted in the moonlight, like a silent stone beast.

The cubs were placed in a nearby farmhouse for one night. Jiang Fuyuan paid the owner fifty cents and asked the lady of that family to take care of them. She herself and Mrs. Guo hid at the door of the private school, staring through the crack in the door. with old mulberry trees.

Jiang Fuyuan was originally the only one, but Master Guo insisted on coming with her, saying that she could not be allowed to face the evil spirits alone as a female prostitute. If word spread, it would damage the dignity of scholars.

The two of them squatted for half a night, and when midnight was approaching, the old mulberry tree remained motionless, quietly spreading its branches under the moonlight.

Master Guo couldn't bear it any longer and lowered his voice: "Ms. Gua, did you make a mistake in your calculation?"

Master Guo had already heard the news about a magical Gua stall popping up in the market. When Jiang Fuyuan told him in the afternoon that he was the stall owner, he suddenly realized that the person in front of him was the Gua lady known to the neighbors. "Shh..."

Master Guo couldn't see it, but Jiang Fuyuan could see it clearly.

There were several blurry figures sitting on the dark canopy, like vigilant crows, looking around at the surrounding environment.

Perhaps the silent night gave them a sense of security. One of the shadows stood up, waved to the other shadows, kicked off his legs, and rushed straight to the private school.

The ghost didn't need to go through the main entrance, but this dark figure stood still outside the door of the private school, touching his head and clapping his hands in a decent manner, as if he was adjusting his clothes.

After swinging for a while, he had changed his appearance. He was no longer a vague human-shaped shadow, but a scholar wearing a long gown, with his hair tied up and a crown.

The scholar ghost straightened up his appearance, walked to the door with satisfaction, and knocked on the door three times.

Naturally, no one answered, but he walked through the door with a smile on his face as if he had received the master's permission.

【Self-directed and self-acted?What kind of weird habit is this? 】

Jiang Fuyuan, who was hiding aside, said she couldn't understand what the ghost was doing. She frowned and shook her head, "Forget it, let's follow him and take a look first." 】

The person next to him stood up suddenly, which startled Mr. Guo.

He whispered in a hoarse voice: "Ms. Gua, what happened?"

Jiang Fuyuan then remembered that Master Guo could not see the scholar ghost.

The yang energy of mortals depends entirely on three fires. If the fire is strong, the ghosts will avoid it; if the fire is dark, the ghosts will walk with them; if the fire is extinguished, the body will die and become a ghost.

Although Master Guo is old, his three fires are still strong.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Fuyuan said, "I'm sorry," and then patted Master Guo on the right shoulder.

This is to darken one of his three fires, and Xiaopang has been beside the two of them to lower their yang energy. In this way, Guo Fuzi can temporarily see ghosts.

"Ah?" Before he could react, a long tongue appeared in his field of vision, and Guo Fuzi couldn't help but gasp.

When he was about to shout, Jiang Fuyuan covered his mouth and whispered: "Don't shout, this is my friend, what a good little fat guy."

In order to prove that his master was right, the little fat man rolled his tongue and stuffed it back into his mouth. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I am a good person... ah no, what a ghost!"

Probably because its somewhat silly appearance was not scary at all, Master Guo blinked twice, nodded slowly, and a vague voice came from under Jiang Fuyuan's palm.

"Uh huh, no, no..."

After making sure that the old master accepted it well and would not cry out, Jiang Fuyuan let go of his hand and whispered: "The ghost causing trouble in the private school has appeared. Let's go over and have a look. Master, please remember to follow us closely."

Master Guo nodded like he was pounding garlic.

Of course he knew to follow Lady Gua closely. It was a dark and windy month and there were ghosts and ghosts running rampant. Even if he had a hundred courages, he wouldn't dare to run around.

The two of them hunkered down and chased the scholar ghost's aura along the wall.

After a few turns, we arrived at the main room of the school.

On weekdays, this is where the Master taught. The students were seated in order of height, while the Master was in front explaining poems or imparting his views on classics.

At this moment, I saw the scholar ghost sitting in the master's position, holding a volume of books in his hands, shaking his head, as if the desk below was full of students, and he was giving lessons to the students.

After a while, the scholar ghost suddenly threw the book in his hand and shouted to the air with a ferocious face: "How did you memorize the book? Not a single sentence is correct!"

He turned around and rushed to the bookshelf on the side, pulling all the scrolls on it to the ground. He kept mumbling while throwing the books away.

"No! No! Typos! Rewrite! Wrong! Rewrite!"

As he spoke, the ink stains on the scroll became lighter and lighter as if they were being wiped away, until they completely disappeared.

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