Reminder before reading: This article is based on reality and contains fictional creations.
Early in the morning, there was a knock on the door of the Jiang family's shroud shop.
Jiang Liang opened the door slowly, looked at the person in front of him and yawned, "Why are you here?" Is the old monk going to invite me to dinner? ”
No way, the rice in Puguang Temple, no meat is better than the restaurant.
The little monk politely said, "The resident wants to ask for your help." ”
The familiar opening remarks, she seemed to smell a hint of conspiracy.
I don't know why a famous head of a temple likes to ask her for help from an unknown little girl.
Thinking of Xiaobai's incident last time, she almost lost half her life, Jiang Liang rolled her eyes, "Don't help." ”
After speaking, Jiang Liang was about to close the door, and the little monk rushed up quickly, stuck in the crack of the door, "The abbot said......Said that if you refuse to agree, let me stay in your shop and not be allowed to go back to the temple. ”
Amitabha, the Buddha forgave him for lying, saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, he is out of the way.
Jiang Liang silently looked at the little monk who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, "Do you eat too much?" ”
Not much, I have two bowls of rice, three steamed buns, three meals plus supper, eight dishes and one soup are enough. The abbot said it was a white lie, and he had to make it up.
"The old monk raised a starving ghost, and now he even raises people to raise a rice bucket?
Seeing Jiang Liang looking at him suspiciously, the little monk straightened his small chest, "The abbot said that I am growing my body, and it is normal to eat so much." ”
silently calculated an account in her heart, Jiang Liang supported her forehead, she really couldn't afford to raise two ghosts and a little monk.
But looking at the appearance of the little monk, with a posture that she would rely on if she didn't agree, Jiang Liang resigned himself to his fate, "What does the old monk want me to do?" ”
Jiang Liang finally relented, and the little monk breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that Jiang Liang would regret it, and said as if pouring beans, "Some time ago, a distinguished guest came to the temple, saying that his nephew has been seriously ill since he came to Yangxi City, and he has found a lot of doctors to see, but he can't see the problem, and the abbot wants you to go and see it." ”
She's not a doctor, so what's the use of looking for her.
Seeing Jiang Liang rolling his eyes silently, the little monk said very seriously, "The abbot said that if the donor can agree, after the matter is completed, there will be a reward." ”
The old monk has the most treasures, Jiang Liang asked excitedly, "Where does the nephew of that distinguished guest live now?" "Gaofu. ”
The people of Yangxi City know that there are two haunted places in the city, one is the Du Mansion in the west of the city, and the other is the Gao Mansion in the east of the city.
It's just that the legend of the haunting of Du Mansion has a long history, no one has ever seen the ghost of Du Mansion, but someone passes by Gao Mansion in the middle of the night, and always hears a woman's voice singing in a complaining voice.
Not many people know about Gaofu, but some old people have some impressions that the previous owner of this three-in, three-out house was a showman, who went to Beijing for forty years to take the exam, and never came back after becoming an official.
The rest of the Gao family wanted to occupy this house, but some people saw that none of the people who lived in it ran out after two days of living in it, and no one dared to attack the idea of this house since then.
Now there is only an old servant who used to serve Xiucai's family.
Jiang Liang probed his brain in front of Gaofu's house.
The house in the sun is less gloomy than the legend, probably because of the new owner, there is a little more smell of fireworks.
Suddenly, the door creaked, and someone opened it from the inside, and an old face poked out, "Girl, who are you looking for?" ”
Jiang Liang was startled, "That ......."That, my name is Jiang Liang, and I was entrusted by the Master of Clearance to treat your young master. ”
That's great. There was a glimmer of light in the old man's eyes, and he quickly opened a side door, "Miss Jiang, please come in." ”
Jiang Liang swallowed his saliva, raised his eyes to look at the house that was getting deeper and deeper inside, glanced at the Buddha beads on his wrist, and walked in as if nothing happened.
The door was closed behind him, and the voice startled Jiang Liang again, and the old man's wrinkled face appeared in front of him again, "Girl, please." ”
Jiang Liang squeezed out a smile and followed the old man inside.
When he arrived at the hall, the old man was gone, Jiang Liang looked around curiously, the tall and lush trees outside blocked the sunlight, and the hall looked very shady.
However, although the surrounding pillars look old, they do not smell of decay, and the floor is clean and tidy, so I think it is often cleaned.
There is a painting hanging in the middle, on which is a young man smiling and looking ahead, the affection in his eyes is clearly visible, and there seems to be a signature in the lower left corner, Jiang Liang looked at it curiously.
This is a painting that my wife used to make for my master. The old man's voice sounded from behind him, "Miss Jiang, please drink tea." ”
The elusive old man scared Jiang Liang enough, took the teacup, and smiled reluctantly at the old man, "Thank you......."”
The old man showed a kind smile, "The girl can call the old slave Gou Bo." ”
Thank you, Goubo. ”
Miss Jiang doesn't have to be polite, my young master is awake now, please Miss Jiang to go. ”
Jiang Liang nodded and followed Gou Bo out.
Walking to a fork, Jiang Liang looked at the swarthy courtyard on the right, and there was a plaque at the entrance of the courtyard that said Zhilan Courtyard.
Jiang Liang raised his wrist high, "Xue Muting, do you feel anything?" ”
Xue Muting's voice came out of the Buddha beads, "No." ”
A ghost like Yan Fang who can create illusions should also hide his yin qi, and Xue Muting was not surprised that he didn't notice it.
Jiang Liang looked at the hall just now, and he didn't know who designed it, the hall was in the middle of the front of Zhilan Courtyard.
However, seeing Uncle Gou go away, Jiang Liang put his doubts behind him and followed in the footsteps of Uncle Gou.
Entering the courtyard on the left, as soon as he reached the steps, Jiang Liang heard the man's rapid cough.
Jiang Liang raised his feet and went in, and saw a young man about twenty-five years old leaning against the head of the bed, and a guard standing in front of the bed looked at him with a nervous face.
At the beginning of autumn, the young man was draped in a thick quilt and held a delicate stove in his hand, his face was gray, and there was not a trace of blood on his lips.
Jiang Liang smacked his tongue, this look of being terminally ill was even more ugly than He Xuan's appearance at that time, no matter how he looked at it, it looked like he had been drained, and the old monk asked her to collect his body?
Facing Jiang Liang's stunned eyes, the young man coughed as soon as he spoke, "In Xia Gao Wenqi, I've seen Miss Jiang." ”
As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Wenqian coughed harder, and Jiang Liang suspected that he would be able to cough up blood in the next second.
The guard in front of the bed hurriedly smoothed Gao Wenqi's back, saw that Gao Wenqian eased up, and handed over another cup of tea.
After drinking the tea, Gao Wenqian didn't cough again, but his face was even more gray, and his eyes were blank, as if he was about to faint.
Seeing Gao Wenqian like this, Jiang Liang no longer beat around the bush, "Master Gao, have you encountered anything strange recently?" ”
For example, I walked to the yard next door and had an erotic encounter.
Why does she think like this, it is really Gao Wenqi's half-dead appearance, let alone visiting the Qinglou, and she may not even be able to get out of the gate.
However, in the yard next door, you should still have the strength to step through, right?
Gao Wenqian half-covered his eyes, thought for a while, and then said slowly, "I often hear the sound of the piano from the courtyard next door in the middle of the night, I don't know if it's like what Miss Jiang said?" ”
When he came, he naturally heard Gou Bo talk about the haunting of the house, and he often heard the sound of the piano when he was half-asleep and half-awake.
He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but Chang Song, who was strong in martial arts around him, and Chang Lin monitored the courtyard next door for nearly a month, and they didn't find anyone coming in or out at all, but the sound of the piano would come from the room when the hour came.
Especially Chang Song mentioned that everything in the room was intact, as if someone lived in it permanently, but Gou Bo had never set foot in that courtyard.
What's more, his illness has become more and more serious since he came to Yangxi City, but he can't find out the reason, his cousin's uncle's face changed greatly after hearing about it, and he asked for Puguang Temple without saying a word, so he had to doubt that the rumors were true.
Jiang Liang listened to it frequently, knowing that there might be a ghost next door, but this Gao Gongzi's face was very calm, and he was also a master.
Gao Wenqian was very helpless, "I am already too busy to take care of myself, how can I care about anything else." ”
His spirit is getting worse day by day, his body is getting worse day by day, and he is lucky to wake up, and he will pay attention to the matter in the yard next door.
Not to mention one ghost, what about ten ghosts, it didn't hurt him anyway.
Jiang Liang looked at it and began to cough again and gave Gao Wenqian a headache, Xue Muting told her that Gao Wenqian was different from He Xuan, who had been sucked by Yan Fang before, but she didn't see anything.
But now that she had promised the old monk to clear the air, she had to figure out what was going on.
Jiang Liang stayed in Gaofu like this.
Sitting on the roof, Jiang Liang yawned and touched a lot of goosebumps' wrists, "Xue Muting, can't you come over and let me lean on it?" ”
Xue Muting glanced at her silently, could this woman be used to touching him, forgetting that he was a ghost, his body was not much warmer than this cool wind.
However, Xue Muting still showed his original form and sat next to Jiang Liang.
Jiang Liang approached and hugged Xue Muting's arm, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt a lot warmer holding Xue Muting.
Listening to the same sound of the piano in his ears as usual, Jiang Liang was worried, "When are we going to blow the cold wind?" ”
The female ghost who lives here is called Zheng Zhilan, who is the wife of the master of this house many years ago, but after Gao Zhongju, she remarried the daughter of the Taifu, and Zheng Zhilan died depressed after learning the news.
At first, she felt that Zheng Zhilan must be taking revenge on Gao's scumbag, so she would treat Gao Wen.