Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang went to bed to make up for a sleep, and slept until noon, waking up to see that Chen Yu had been passed away, and Little Ma was still sleeping on the buttocks.

Ye Shaoyang thought about it, and decided to go to that outer sect, and hurry up to do business and make some money. On the way by car and eating and drinking, the 1000 yuan given by the Master was almost spent. Every time he thought about it, he was indignant, and once again the curse Qing Yunzi was raped by a female ghost.

“Get up!” Ye Shaoyang stomped on Little Ma’s ass, and Little Ma owed him two lives, and was not very kind to him.

Little Ma rolled over and muttered, “Lei Gong won’t hit the sleeping man, let me sleep again.”

“Who said Lei Gong didn’t hit the sleeping people, should I call Lei Gong for you to try?” Ye Shaoyang took out a thunderbolt and chanted.

Little Ma climbed up immediately. Ye Shaoyang used this move to deal with the old locust tree last night, and it burned out after a short slap. He was so impressed that he almost left a psychological shadow.

Little Ma rubbed his eyes and said nervously, “I just dreamed again.”

No way! Ye Shaoyang was shocked, he was in the bed next door, and the shock bell didn’t ring. Is this evil spirit capable of reaching the sky and able to avoid his shock bell? “Come on, what’s the dream?”

Little Ma pointed to the poster of Teacher Aoi, “I really dreamed of Teacher Aoi, dreamed of sunbathing with her on the beach, and several beautiful women were lame on the side, feeding me seafood …”

Ye Shaoyang wiped his sweat and glared at Little Ma: “You are not dreaming, you are dreaming of spring!”

“Help me see where this place is and can the taxi driver find it.” Ye Shaoyang took a note from his pocket and gave it to him.

Little Ma read it and said, “This is the old residential area in the southern suburbs. There are alleys everywhere. It’s hard to find. What are you going to do here?”

“My older outer sect lives here. I’ll go to him.”

“No phone?”

“He’s been down the mountain for 20 years, and the phone call from that year left only this address.”

Little Ma wiped his sweat. “Okay. Then you can only pray that he didn’t move and that the place was not demolished.”

Ye Shaoyang was unfamiliar with Shicheng and was afraid he couldn’t find a place, so he took Little Ma together.

An hour later, 2 people came to the southern suburb of Shicheng by car. This place is a real old district with hutongs everywhere. It took two hours for two people to explore the streets. Finally, they found their destination in an Old Hu Tong : Old Guo Funeral.

“Since the funeral is underway, his surname is Guo. He must be right.” Ye Shaoyang let go.

“How did your brother make this sale? It’s too expensive.” Little Ma was shocked.

“What do you know, just a cover.”

In the center of the store, there is a coffin, on one side is a wreath of firecrackers, and on the other side is a wall full of paper people. A man is drawing 5 characters for the paper people, using a cinnabar pen. Ignore 2 people entering the door.

Ye Shaoyang stood behind him and looked at it for a long time, and said, “You are the coffin shop, Yin Qi is heavy. You paint the paper people too much like real, and it is easy to form evil spirits.”

The man was sneered without looking back, “What’s the matter with you?”

Little Ma asked, “Are you the owner?”

“You buy a coffin?”

“Well, I’ll give you a coffin. We are Mt. Mao priests!” Little Ma was depressed.

The man turned to glance at him, laughed scornfully, and continued his busy work.

Ye Shaoyang stopped Little Ma, cleared his throat, and said loudly, “Once the door of the mountain is like the sea, walking on rivers and lakes is carried by people.”-I just came down from the mountain, and I want to mingle with society, but also help you.

The man turned his head, looked at him in surprise, and said, “What is your name?”

“Surnamed Zhang.”-I am the descendant of Celestial Master Zhang, that is, the Daomen.

“Where do you fight?”

“A mountain to the south.”-Daomen south faction is a positive faction, and Mt. Mao is also among them. If you answer a view to the north, it is the North faction, Quanzhen Sect.

The man then asked, “What’s on the mountain?”

Ye Shaoyang Answer: “Thatched grass is everywhere.”-Mt. Mao.

A happy face appeared on the man’s face, and asked, “A house flower or a weed?”-Outer sect or Inner Sect.

Ye Shaoyang said with a smile: “A lone seedling for ten or six years.”-Inner Sect, and is a single pass, and has been a teacher for sixteen years.

The man’s eyes brightened: “Little Junior Brother?”

Ye Shaoyang cup one fist in the other hand, respectfully: “Senior Brother Guo.”

The man took a deep breath and said excitedly, “I haven’t returned to the mountain in 20 years. How is the Master?”

“It’s still like that.

The man laughed heartily, completely relieved, dare to say that Qing Yunzi is old and dishonest, besides his preaching disciple, who else?

“Come, come in and say.” Inner Sect, who opened the shop, asked Ye Shaoyang to enter.

Little Ma stared dumbly at the two of them, “I’m leaning on, underground party connections, so many whispers, in the clouds and fog.”

Ye Shaoyang said with a smile: “There are too many swindlers to guard against.”

Behind Inner Sect, there is a small living room. Old Guo brewed a pot of tea and talked with Ye Shaoyang about the past. He mentioned the old things of Mt. Mao and was very grateful.

“When I was 22 years old, my family was killed by a corpse, and I myself was hit by corpse poison. Thanks to the Master’s rescue, I worshiped at the Master’s door. Unfortunately, aptitude was dull and difficult to enter the Inner Sect. I stayed at the Master’s door for 5 years. , Learned some ability, went back down to the hometown, opened this store. “

Speaking of this, Old Guo sighed, “I have missed the Master for so many years, but you also know that Mt. Mao has rules, once Outer Sect Disciple is a teacher, you are not allowed to go up the mountain for a lifetime. Little Junior Brother, you are amazing, you get Master’s true story is still the only inner disciple. Brother is ashamed. “

Ye Shaoyang scratched his head: “I now go to college in Shicheng, and I will live a long time. What do you care about?”

When Old Guo heard it, he said, “It’s time for you to come. Recently, I have a job. I can’t take it alone. I’m trying to find someone to partner with.

Ye Shaoyang stunned, although Old Guo was an Outer Sect Disciple, he also learned some Mt. Mao skills, and even he could n’t figure it out. He was definitely not an ordinary ghost, and he asked, “What is it?”

“Dead!”

“Zombie?” Ye Shaoyang was surprised, “Is there a zombie in the city?”

Little Ma interjected, “What is a corpse?”

Old Guo glanced at him: “Who is he?”

“My classmate,” Ye Shaoyang said, “Senior Brother Guo, you go on, what’s going on with this ghost?”

Old Guo lit a cigarette and said: “There is a place in Shicheng called Gushan. There are a lot of air-raid shelters below, which are warm in winter and cool in summer. They can also shelter from the wind and rain. Many homeless people and scavengers live in it. Since last month, homeless people have been tragically dying inside. Each of them has their heads smashed into rotten brains and their brains have been drained. The police could not find the killer and had to seal the air-raid shelters to prevent anyone from entering.

“One night last week, a police officer in charge of the guard died, just like the deceased: the head was bitten, the brain was drained, and the other guard escaped by chance and came back and said it was zombie. Then the police believed that it was a spooky incident and found me. I did n’t take it seriously at first, and went straight into the air-raid shelter, which was really lucky-no, no, I should say it was unlucky, and I slammed into that zombie. Long white hair … “

Ye Shaoyang was shocked: “Bai Mao, that’s a corpse, you can’t fight it.”

“Yeah, I knew at first sight that I wasn’t an opponent and ran away. Fortunately, there were a lot of realgar and glutinous rice that day, and I blocked it for a while, otherwise my old life would be accountable.”