The night was getting darker, and everything was still.
Chen Jiu was bored looking at the window paper, so he sat in front of the window with the young Taoist priest and played rock-paper-scissors.
Originally, whoever lost the lottery between the two would call the other side "Daddy".
It's just that Chen Jiu looked at the eyes of the other two who suddenly concentrated on him, and was stunned for a while, then quickly changed his words, saying that it was enough to call "big brother".
Even so, the cold Taoist priest looked at Chen Jiu with disgust.
However, this did not affect Chen Jiu's enjoyment.
But it was boring to win a lot, Chen Jiu waved his hand, indicating that he would stop playing, and started to look at the window paper again.
Just as Chen Jiu approached, he was startled suddenly, and a pair of bright red pupils looked at him!
He looked outside the house, and there were people outside the house looking at him!
Horrified, he quickly retreated backwards and fell to the ground.
The other three stood up quickly and lifted the bamboo box. The elder Taoist hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"
Chen Jiu calmed down, pointed to the door, and said in horror: "There is someone!"
The old Taoist and the cold Taoist rushed out of the house and pushed the door open.
Outside, there was a bright red figure fleeing towards the darkness at high speed.
The old Taoist took out a wooden sword engraved with talismans from the bamboo box, threw the bamboo box to Chen Jiu, and exhorted the young Taoist.
"You and this little friend guard this place. There are yellow paper talismans in the bamboo box. You stick them all over the house. Don't move around lightly. Wait for me and you, Senior Brother Yang, to come back!"
The young Taoist nodded his head.
The Taoists surnamed Zhang and Taoists surnamed Yang held the talisman wooden swords and quickly chased towards the dark place where the bright red figure fled.
The figures of the two disappeared soon, and now only Chen Jiu and the young Taoist stared at each other.
The young Taoist took out the yellow paper talismans in the bamboo box, and handed a stack to Chen Jiu, "Come on, paste one every three inches. This talisman was drawn by Brother Zhang himself, and it can ward off evil spirits."
As soon as Chen Jiu heard that it could ward off evil spirits, he quickly took it, no matter what size it is, anyway, there are so many, it's right to paste them all.
At the end of the pasting, the window paper was covered by him, and there were only two left. He thought about not doing two things, and directly pasted one on the forehead and the other on the back of the head.
After this, Chen Jiu felt a little relieved, but he was still not satisfied, so he reached out to the young Taoist priest and asked.
"You have too many yellow paper talismans, two more."
Holding the bamboo box, the young Taoist asked doubtfully, "What are you doing?"
Chen Jiu smiled, pointed at his body, "Give me two pieces of this armor, and all swords and ghosts will not invade."
The young Taoist gave him a blank look and said nothing.
The two of them gradually fell silent, but Chen Jiu was really not a person who could sit idle, and he had to find something to say when he had nothing to say.
"Where is your Liuyun Taoist temple? Is the scenery good? If I go on a trip, can I provide free board and lodging? Don't worry, I will definitely not live for nothing. I will give you a big publicity for your Taoist temple and develop tourism."
The young Taoist shook his head, "Our Taoist temple does not allow other people to visit privately. The last time several monks from the Liuxia Sect came to visit, they were all driven away by the master."
Chen Jiu sighed, "This is because your master doesn't understand. In today's world, the development of communication is the foundation of progress. How is your master's behavior different from working behind closed doors?"
The young Taoist suddenly looked at Chen Jiu with pity.
Chen Jiu was surprised, "What do you see me doing?"
"You talk so much nonsense, if you go to our Taoist temple, you will definitely be beaten away by the master."
Chen Jiu was speechless.
How can we talk about this, we are going to hit people!
The two fell silent again, and Chen Jiu started to turn around in the room, turning up and down, and even got under the bed if he couldn't get enough of it.
The young Taoist frowned.
Chen Jiu was still trying his best to squeeze his body under the bed. Halfway through the squeeze, he put his hands in front of him and suddenly felt something was wrong.
His vigorous hand in front of him was touching a hard object, and the texture it gave off was like an ancient vine.
This is obviously a tree root that broke out of the ground!
In the old house, it's really weird!
Chen Jiu was about to ask the young Taoist to come and see, when the door was knocked open suddenly, and it was the cold Taoist who came back, holding a wooden sword, his left arm was bleeding, obviously injured, he said anxiously: "Follow me to help senior brother to subdue demons!"
The young Taoist hurriedly picked up the bamboo box, without saying a word, he followed the Taoist Leng Lie hurriedly.
Only Chen Jiu was left stuck under the bed in the room.
He tentatively called out, "Hello?"
No one answered.
Now he could really want to cry without tears.
Chen Jiu moved his body, not very active, as if he was really stuck.
The sound of slow footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and Chen Jiu was startled.
The hoarse voice of the old woman suddenly sounded, "My lord, the candle is weak, the old servant will help you add some."
Chen Jiu crawled out with his buttocks pouted, and tentatively said: "It's free to add a lamp, can you help me pull it, I'm stuck."
The old woman was speechless, and seemed a little speechless.
There was a sudden gust of wind in the house, which made the windows rattle.
The candle flames were suddenly extinguished, and it was pitch black!
Chen Jiu raised his head suddenly, surrounded by barren hills and lonely tombs, how could there be a mansion? !
He drew out the sharp knife behind his back, and tentatively shouted twice, "Hey, is there anyone? If it's a ghost, answer twice, or it will be boring."
No one answered, and everything was silent.
He had no choice but to lift the sharp knife and walk forward slowly.
Whether this is a mansion or a lonely grave, he doesn't know, maybe this is the ghost's tricks.
By analogy, those three Taoist priests may also be one of the ghosts' tricks, forcing me to relax my vigilance, otherwise how could I go under the bed, and I was stuck by the owner.
It must be a ghost casting a spell to frame him.
When he was thinking wildly, an anxious figure suddenly ran out in the distance. It was the young Taoist, who was holding a wooden sword and ran in panic.
As it got closer, the young Taoist stopped walking, held the wooden sword in his hand, looked at Chen Jiu warily, and asked, "Are you a ghost or phantom?"
Chen Jiu was speechless, "How can you ask such a question, even if it is true, I have to say no."
The young Taoist still didn't relax his vigilance, "Brother Yang took me out just now, unexpectedly halfway through, he suddenly threw a sword at me, fortunately I have a talisman to escape, just after I ran away, the surrounding area suddenly became a lonely grave. "
The young Taoist didn't speak any more, just held his sword, and continued to look at Chen Jiu warily.
Chen Jiu turned his head helplessly. After being dealt with by the three from the beginning to the end, he was also a little angry, and said angrily: "I see you like an illusion."
After saying a word, he turned around and left, not caring about the young Taoist anymore.
Anyway, I won't die, I'm afraid of shit, I have died six hundred times, and I don't care how many times.
Just after taking two steps, Chen Jiu's chest was suddenly pierced by a wooden sword, dripping with blood.
He turned to look.
The young Taoist's face changed, gradually distorted in the haze, and gradually turned hideous.
Chen Jiu spat out a mouthful of old blood, "Grass, are you an illusion!"