Chu Yang told Li Jinliang his plan.
Taoist priest Baichuan said that he communicated with the urn owner in Yin language and gave the urn owner one night to think about it. If the urn owner agreed not to pester Chu Yang, the four sticks of incense inserted in front of him would burn on their own.
Chu Yang estimated that the Baichuan Taoist priest would secretly go to the construction site in the middle of the night when no one was around, and light the four sticks of incense. He was pretending to be a ghost, and Chu Yang had already seen through it.
The reason why Chu Yang didn't expose Baichuan Taoist at that time was to tease the Taoist.
Sure enough, by one o'clock in the night, most people on the construction site were already asleep. The surrounding area was relatively remote, and there was no nightlife after one o'clock in the middle of the night.
In order to be less conspicuous, Taoist priest Baichuan changed out of his yellow robe and put on a black sweatshirt.
He tiptoed to the urn, looked around like a thief to make sure no one was there, then took out a lighter and lit the four sticks of incense.
"Haha, it's done!" Taoist priest Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave.
However, the lid of the urn suddenly moved and made a "click" sound.
Taoist Priest Baichuan hadn't realized that the lid of the urn had been opened, but he frowned when he heard the noise.
"What is the sound? It can't be a night owl, right?"
Taoist Baichuan didn't pay too much attention, let alone think about it, because he thought it was an urn arranged by his employer. It was not ashes, but sesame paste. This urn was just arranged by his employer to contain gods and ghosts. props, nothing weird will happen at all.
But at this moment, a burst of smoke suddenly erupted from the urn, and blue will-o'-the-wisps appeared all around, accompanied by a creepy, hoarse old lady's voice.
"I'm so lonely, come and stay with me, come and stay with me~"
The sound came from the urn.
When Baichuan Taoist Priest saw this scene, he was so frightened that the hair on his hair stood up, and a cold chill spread from his back to his whole body.
His brain was even more blank.
"No...Didn't you say that the urn is a prop and the ashes are sesame paste? How...what, for real..."
Taoist Priest Baichuan felt as if he was stiff all over. He stared straight at the urn and said hesitantly: "Old man, old man, I was passing by, passing by... Excuse me, excuse me... ....”
The gloomy voice came from the urn again: "I'm so lonely, come and stay with me, stay with me..."
Along with this sound, a rickety old lady wearing a purple shroud appeared from above the urn and gave a cold laugh to the Taoist priest Baichuan.
Baichuan was so frightened that he peed his pants, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.
Although he often came into contact with ghosts and gods, it was just to make a living, but he had never seen such things with his own eyes.
"Old man, old man, if I have disturbed you, please don't blame me. Don't blame me. Whatever your requirements are, I will satisfy you. I will satisfy you..."
Baichuan was so frightened that his soul almost flew away, and he kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Who would have thought that a Taoist priest would be so afraid of ghosts.
The old and gloomy voice in the urn said: "You are all satisfied with me?"
Baichuan quickly replied: "Yes, yes, I will satisfy you. Whatever you want, I will burn it for you."
However, the other party burst out laughing: "Giggle, you have a taste of my ashes and I will let you go!"
