"I wonder if Master Changyang would like to go with him?" Just as Lingqing was about to say goodbye to Li Changyang, Zhou Fu suddenly invited him.
Li Changyang looked at Zhou Fu, especially the Yin Qi on his body, and then glanced at Ling Qing, shook his head and said with a smile: "I just came back from clearing up the karma in the palace for the prince, and I feel a little tired, so I won't go." .”
"In this case, next time the real person is free and the villain comes to invite me, my master will definitely sweep the bed to welcome him." Zhou Fu said with regret.
Then he invited Ling Qing and others to go out of the gate, waved to a carriage parked at the door, and the coachman drove the carriage over.
Ling Qing, Ling Ji and the three of them got into the carriage. After Zhou Fu and the coachman sat firmly in front, they flicked their whips and drove the carriage towards the south of the city.
After walking for an hour, we arrived at a secluded manor.
After Ling Qing came down, he opened his eyes and saw that the huge house in front of him was shrouded like a cloud, reflecting it like a ghost.
"Please, sir." Zhou Fu looked at Ling Qing and said his invitation.
At this time, the Yin Qi on his body was a little stronger, and his eyes and expression were a little dull.
A few days ago, the owner of the Zhou Mansion, Mr. Zhou Zizhen, was eating dinner when he suddenly heard a report from a servant that something had happened in his ancestral hall.
Immediately he couldn't sit still, and before he finished listening, he put down his rice bowl and ran to the ancestor hall.
Seeing this, the other Zhou family members hurriedly followed behind.
Ever since Liu Bowen slayed the dragon and the Ghost King of Yin Mountain defeated the Yin Division, most of the lonely souls in this world will stay in the human world, except for being directly sucked away by reincarnation.
These lonely souls were lucky enough to be collected by the city gods from all over the country, waiting to be recycled and taken away.
Most of them wander around the wild, either becoming the resources of other evil ghosts, or turning into evil ghosts themselves.
Or there may be descendants of one's own family who offer incense in their homes every day.
Poor people can't stand up for themselves, so they naturally can't care about the people after death.
But it's different for rich families like Zhou Zizhen. Most of their clan members will stay in the ancestral hall or at home after death. With the blessing of descendants and incense, these ghosts can wait for reincarnation with peace of mind.
Some dead souls have even been enshrined for a long time, and they can work as part-time officials under the City God and become Yin officials.
The Zhou family is no exception. One of his ancestors works in the Tiexuan Temple.
And this Ancestor Hall is the basis for the survival of these dead ancestors of the Zhou family.
Now that something happened in the Zhou family's ancestral hall, Zhou Zi couldn't help but feel uneasy about it.
After a group of people hurried to the Ancestor Hall, Zhou Zizhen heard bursts of screams and weird laughter coming from inside.
Although he didn't know what the strange laughter was, the malice it revealed made the anxious Zhou Zi really feel cold.
At the same time, he also heard that the screams were his father and grandfather, and couldn't help but froze in place.
"Dad, what's wrong with you? Why don't you leave?" He didn't wake up until his eldest son came and shook him.
Pointing to the Ancestor Hall, he asked his son: "Have you ever heard the screams of your grandfather and great-grandfather, and a strange laugh."
"Dad, where is the sound?" Zhou's eldest son looked at the ancestral hall and then at his father, "Dad, don't scare me?"
It's getting late now, and the courtyard where the Ancestor Hall is located has not yet been lit. It is dark and air-conditioned.
Zhou Zizhen also realized that there were no screams or strange laughter at this time, but if the voice just now was not still in his ears, he would have thought that he was hallucinating.
I wanted to just retreat and find a Taoist priest to come and see me tomorrow, but I thought I hadn’t lit candles and burned incense for my ancestors yet.
At this time, the family and servants who were following him also arrived one after another, bringing lanterns to light up the courtyard.
With the light, Zhou Zizhen's courage came back, and he asked the housekeeper and his family to clean up the ancestor hall.
He and several children picked up a stick of incense, lit it with the candle in front of the stage, bowed before inserting it into the incense burner.
He kept mumbling: "Ancestors bless you! Ancestors bless you!"
After the worship, the family members retreated one after another, and he stayed at the end with his eldest son.
Just as he was about to leave after telling the servant guarding the ancestor hall to watch carefully, he suddenly found a black spot in front of the ancestor's tablet.
He thought it was a stain that he accidentally got on the tablet, so he turned back and wanted to wipe it to avoid bumping into his ancestors.
However, when he walked closer and took a look, he saw a black dot floating above the incense burner, and as he got closer, blue light flashed from time to time.
Just when he was wondering, the black spots in front of him were like lightning, spreading in both directions.
The cracked gap looked like a raised eye.
"Ah!!" As soon as he shouted, he saw a piece of icy blue light erupting from inside, filling his entire sight.
At the door of Zhou's mansion, Ling Qing just took a look at the mansion in front of him when he heard Zhou Fu invite him in.
He looked at Zhou Fu, who looked a little dull and his body was a little stiff, and sighed softly.
With a flick of the Wanhua whisk in his hand, he swept away the cold air around him. They nodded and followed him inside with their wits.
After a while, the five people came to a hall, where there were already more than a dozen monks wearing monk robes.
After meeting Ling Qing and others, most people's expressions changed.
Then he stood up with a smile on his face and held his hands in his hands, saying: "I have met Master Dao Qing, and I have met three young Masters.
If I had known that Mr. Zhou invited you, we wouldn't have come to show our shame. "
This is what Lingqing and others have achieved in the past few days.
Ling Qing nodded to everyone, and then he took the first place surrounded by everyone. He looked at everyone and asked: "Do you know what happened at the master's house this week?"
"Isn't it true that you don't know?" A Taoist with a goatee and a Buddhist name named Ziguang asked in surprise.
This Ziguang Taoist is one of the few who has not conflicted with Ling Qing, and his nature is also upright.
Therefore, although he respects Lingqing's Taoism, he is not afraid of it.
"I just heard from Butler Zhou Fu that Mr. Zhou is seeking Taoism and asked me to give a sermon." Ling Qing explained.
What attracted him here was naturally not why Mr. Zhou was preaching, but the cold aura on his body.
Whether he was outside the house just now or inside the house now, he could detect a stronger cold air and a vague ghostly air.
This made him feel like he was right.
"This Mr. Zhou is well-known in Jinan Mansion as a devotee of Taoism and Buddhism. However, first of all, he has been reading the scriptures without asking for a deep understanding. Secondly, he is reluctant to part with his family fortune, and he has never been able to achieve anything famous.
Every time I ask someone to do it, I always ask for legal advice, and this time is no exception. "
Taoist Ziguang had a look of understanding on his face, and then explained: "This time it is said that something happened at the Zhou family's ancestor hall a few days ago.
I invite everyone to come because I want to perform a ritual ceremony to worship the ancestors of the Zhou family. "
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