The master of metaphysics refreshes the daily life of Novice Village

"My surname is Zhuang, my cursive character is Bo Shu. How do you call me Immortal Master?" Zhuang Bo Shu performed a very standard ancient ritual.

"Kong Qianyu, a poor Taoist, accidentally entered the precious land. I don't know where this place is?"

"This is Xiaosheng's hometown, Zhuangjia Village, and these people are all relatives in the village."

"From what I heard, sir, it sounds like he has a lot of fame?"

"The Immortal Master is very complimentary, but he has only read two books briefly. He has some fame and is also loved by the Mongolian people."

Kong Qianyu's back teeth were sore after what he said. This Zhuang Boshu was still dressed like a stranger in the late Qing Dynasty, with a Yin-Yang haircut, a long braid on the back of his head, and a cotton robe, which showed his identity as a scholar.

"From what I've seen, Mr. Xiang has been away from this world for more than 200 years. Why are you so reluctant to leave? Your fellow villagers all have unfulfilled wishes. Why don't you explain to them one by one, how incompetent is this? As far as possible, I am willing to send them to reincarnation in the underworld.”

As soon as he heard the words "enter the underworld", the ghosts who were intoxicated just now and were eating incense and candles flashed quickly and disappeared. Kong Qianyu even felt that the thick Yin Qi around him had disappeared.

Zhuang Bo wrote with embarrassment: "The Immortal Master is generous, but my people had a very good relationship in life. They don't want to lose all their memories after reincarnation and walk on strangers. That's why they linger in the human world, so I don't bother the Immortal Master."

There is actually a ghost who is willing to be trapped in a small village with no one to worship him, and his reincarnation path has been cut off from life to life.

Kong Qianyu didn't understand, but she didn't seem to have heard of a ghost in Zhuangjia Village that killed people. She didn't have to catch the ghost, saving people was the most important thing.

"Then I don't know how these people in the corner bumped into you? I offered them incense and candles, apologized, and asked you to be noble and let them leave safely. How about your understanding?"

"This..." Zhuang Bossu smiled: "I also have a ruthless request, and I would like to ask the Immortal Master to make the decision."

"Sir, it doesn't matter what you say. I dare not slack off if I am within my ability."

"Zhuangjia Village is located in a remote place and is sparsely populated. The people in our village are used to being quiet and don't like to see strangers. I wonder if the immortal master can mediate and let them leave here, so that the wells and rivers will not flood from now on?"

Kong Qianyu didn't reply immediately, but looked at the middle-aged man with the oldest age and the least hair in the group, who seemed to be the director.

Jia Qing nodded like a fool and promised them everything!

It was not that no one had tried to persuade him, saying that Zhuangjia Village was a famous haunted place. Many travel friends had seen it. The ghosts floating around in the deserted village in the middle of the night were because he was too curious and felt that since he was taking pictures, For horror movies, you have to find a place with real horror legends.

This was his way of seeking death. Just an hour ago, he was shouting that he had never seen a ghost in his life. If he had the chance to see one this time, it would be a novel life experience.

Now, with two or three ghosts standing next to him, the wind was blowing and chilling him to the bone. If he took one more look at their pale faces and feet that did not touch the ground, he would have a heart attack accidentally. Go over there.

He was trembling, fearing that Kong Qianyu wouldn't get what he wanted, so he could only nod his head a few more times.

"They agreed and will evacuate immediately. Please make it easier for the clan members, sir, and go their separate ways. Don't scare them anymore. It's polite for me to do this." Kong Qianyu gave a polite salute. "Master Immortal, you're welcome." Zhuang Bosshu spoke very well. He turned around and waved to the clan members who had refocused on the surroundings: "Everyone, please disperse."

The yin energy gradually faded, and the ghosts disappeared one by one under the horrified eyes of the actors and crew.

Zhuang Boxu also bowed his hands again: "Master Immortal, take care, I will say goodbye."

Kong Qianyu shook his head helplessly as he watched these ghosts return to the house and imitate the behaviors and habits of human beings in life, such as making fires for cooking, chopping firewood for farming, reading and practicing calligraphy, and doing embroidery and chatting.

The underworld is not a scary place, so why do they regard reincarnation as a scourge?
"Sister Qianyu!" Fang Fang was still a child who had just grown up. She had never seen such a battle. She was clearly doing well at the time. She was immersed in the performance. After pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, she found an elderly female ghost in the corner of the room. For the scene of pulling the bellows, I mentally prepared it countless times. The ghost is very scary, and I will definitely scream after a while.

Unexpectedly, after she opened the door, she did see ghosts, a room full of ghosts, and she could clearly see that these ghosts were walking without touching the ground with their feet!

Except for the hanging wires at their filming location, no good person would know how to float!
Then there was the roar that Kong Qianyu heard. It was exactly what Huang Zongsheng said. It was not like the acting. It was so real that it frightened her so much that she fell to the ground on the spot and backed away desperately.

The director also praised her for her good acting, saying that she finally figured out how to act in a horror film, and the next second, she was the king of acting per capita.

"Okay, okay, don't be afraid. As long as you stop filming in the village, they won't hurt you."

"No more pictures, no more pictures, even if I kill you!" Jia Qing tremblingly wiped the white sweat on his head and hurriedly told people to run away. It was only after Kong Qianyu's repeated requests that he reluctantly took the time to do so. In some time, all the equipment and props will be moved away to restore the landform of Zhuangjia Village.

After everything was done, it was already midnight, and no one wanted to stay for another second. Kong Qianyu checked out all the inventory in the storage bag, placed it at the entrance of the village, and then left with the crew.

Huang Zongsheng was sitting in the RV, feeling like he was being scratched by seven or eight kittens. Oops, he also wanted to see what the ghosts looked like. From Kong Qianyu's description, the ghosts in this village were quite reasonable and not harmful. People just show themselves and scare people. It's a pity that I didn't follow them in.

Of course, he didn't dare to say a word of these inner activities, otherwise Fang Fang would have to smash him to death with a small fist.

"Do you want to continue filming your drama in another location?" Seeing that Fang Fang was still reciting his lines, Kong Qianyu couldn't help but be curious.

"Well, it still has to be filmed. We have invested several million. Although it is not much, it cannot be wasted. So we still have to film it, but the director said that we will go back and build the tent ourselves, and we will not look for the ancient village of Laoshizi. "Fang Fang felt that he would definitely be able to perform well next. All he had to do was recall how he felt when he saw the ghost. Oh no, he had to stop acting and stop scaring the audience.

Two hours later, the convoy returned to the city. The bright lights gave the poor people who were just recovering from the shock a bit of warmth. They didn't want to go back to rest, so they simply found a KTV to sing karaoke all night long. There were more people, at least more than one person. Be brave to stay.

Kong Qianyu had to go along with everyone's efforts to persuade her to stay. She reluctantly accepted the [-] red envelope from Jia Qing. Alas, this is also a sweet trouble.

Guo Mengting has been hiding from her second aunt these days. She doesn't even dare to go back to her own home, so she can only stay in the Internet cafe temporarily.

After surfing the Internet all day, she was really tired. Before staying up all night, she went out to stretch her body and take a walk.

The lights on the street corner were dim, and an adult was dragging a half-grown boy, cursing constantly. When she walked under the light, Guo Mengting saw that the tall man was actually holding a bloody cat in his other hand.