"Master, you died so miserably..."
"Master, please accept this paper money quickly. Don't be stingy when you encounter evil spirits..."
"Master, please don't come back to us. We will worship you on time..."
…
The sad cry lingered in Chen Luo's ears, and Chen Luo opened his eyes.
When you see the white banners and flags, a huge plaque with the word "Dian" hanging in the middle is written vigorously. Chen Luo lowered his head. He was wearing a red robe made of fine materials. There were gold and jade carvings placed in an orderly manner...
Chen Luo sat up from the coffin, and a simple mourning hall came into view. Below, a little maid was burning paper money and crying perfunctorily.
Chen Luo was about to greet the little maid, when suddenly a flood of chaotic memories suddenly came to him, causing Chen Luo to shiver unconsciously, and an uncontrollable moan came from his mouth.
The little maid who was crying below finally heard the noise, raised her head, and met Chen Luo's eyes.
At this time, Chen Luo was being forced into a frenzy of memories, with a ferocious face.
"ah--"
A scream that pierced through gold and cracked stone was heard coming from the little maid's mouth. The little maid rolled and crawled out of the mourning hall, shouting as she ran -
"It's not good, the master of the house is cheating..."
…
Ignoring the little maid's frightened screams, Chen Luo tried hard to digest the memories in his mind, and soon understood his situation.
He traveled through time...
He traveled to Chen Luo, who has the same name and surname in this world.
Chen Luo, whose courtesy name is Dongliu, is nineteen years old. His parents are dead, he has a sister and a house. He is the head of the Chen family in Wan'an County, Luning Prefecture in the Daxuan Dynasty, and comes from a scholarly family. I was literate at the age of three, wrote poetry at the age of five, recited classics at the age of seven, and accomplished nothing at the age of nineteen...
Ahem, it’s better not to delve into such unimportant memories.
"I'm dead..." Chen Luo glanced at the coffin he was in and came to a conclusion, "Strictly speaking, Chen Luo of this world is dead."
"But how did he die?" Chen Luo tried hard to recall the memories in his mind, and soon understood the whole story.
Since the fifteenth day of last month, people have started to die in Chen's house. At first, it was the tenants and villagers in the manor, and then even the servants of the county mansion began to die.
At first, the county government thought it was a plague and sent a doctor to check, but found that everything was normal. But people still die one after another.
The Yamen was also anxious, but the deceased had no external injuries or internal injuries, and no symptoms could be found at all, so rumors spread that this was an evil trick.
Evil spirits are evil spirits and monsters.
"Sure enough, rumors are usually correct." Chen Luo smiled bitterly. His predecessor was one of the deceased, and Chen Luo also saw the murderer in his previous memory.
It's a ghost!
According to the memory of his predecessor, Chen Luo knew that in this world, Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism coexist; humans, demons, and barbarians coexist; and this theory of ghosts really exists.
Chen Luo saw that the ghost got into his dream. In the dream, the ghost pulled out a three-foot-long tongue, wrapped it around his neck, and pulled hard. In the dream, Chen Luo's head felt like it was being pulled. It was like being hanged, and the physical body outside also died.
Chen Luo also heard the ghost whispering in his ear: "Chen family...death..."
Chen Luo shuddered. It would be better not to sit in a coffin and recall this memory similar to a horror movie. He carefully climbed out of the coffin and sat on a chair.
The enemy is a ghost and will never stop until he dies. what to do? Waiting online, quite urgent.
Chen Luo began to think hard to see if there was a solution.
In this world, since ghosts exist, there are naturally ways to destroy ghosts, otherwise the world would become a ghost. When it comes to killing ghosts, the most professional one is naturally the Taoist sect.
In his memory, Chen Mansion also found the Taoist temple established by the Taoist sect in Wan'an County, but the group of Niubi Taoist priests actually ran together to participate in the Luotian Festival once every sixty years, leaving only a few useless little Taoist boys. guard.
Naturally, the Chen Mansion in several surrounding counties also sent people to inquire, and the replies were exactly the same: the Taoist priest was not at home.
If there is no Tao, there is still Buddha!
It stands to reason that the thunder sounds and karma fire of Buddhism can also subdue ghosts, but the relationship between the Daxuan Dynasty and the Buddhist kingdoms in the Western Regions has always been cold, and naturally they are not allowed to set up temples in the territory, so the Chen family didn't know where to invite them for a while. An eminent monk.
Finally, there is the Confucian sect. The Confucian sect cultivates a noble and upright spirit, and can ward off ghosts and gods. But the key is that we can only protect ourselves, not others.
No solution!
"Ding--"
Chen Luo made a sound himself.
No response.
what happened? Isn’t the golden finger standard for time travel? Why doesn't it ring now?
"System, host calls..." Chen Luo's voice was a little urgent.
There was silence.
There is no golden finger!
What a joke, what he traveled through was not the ancient times of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, but a fantasy world of flying into the sky and escaping from the earth! "Cement, glass, papermaking, perfume, gunpowder, and penicillin" may not work anymore...
What's more, he's being chased by a ghost right now!
It doesn’t make sense if you don’t give me a golden finger!
"Is it because the signal in the mourning hall is not good?" Chen Luo comforted himself and walked out of the mourning hall. But as soon as one foot stepped out of the threshold of the mourning hall, a warm and smelly liquid came towards him, drenching him from head to toe. Chen Luo's vision turned bright red instantly, and he couldn't see clearly ahead for a while.
At this time, a burst of noisy footsteps sounded. Chen Luo only heard an old hoarse voice shouting: "Do it quickly, the black dog's blood won't hold him for long..."
Immediately afterwards, Chen Luo felt a pain in his back, as if someone had hit him with a stick. He staggered forward two steps and fell to the ground. At this time, the old voice shouted again: "The corpse is most afraid of coffin nails. Use coffin nails to nail him!"
"F*ck!" Chen Luo's heart tightened, and he struggled to get up, shouting, "I'm not dead, I..." But before he could finish his words, he received another stick on the back of his head, and suddenly his whole brain seemed to be filled with pain. A buzzer sounded, and the world spun. Chen Luo vaguely saw two figures rushing toward him, holding six or seven-inch long iron nails in their hands.
"It's over, I'm going to become Jesus!" Chen Luo lamented in his heart. At the last moment when he lost consciousness, he suddenly heard a clear female voice in his ears - "Stop it!"
Chen Luo saw a figure running towards him. For a moment, the figure overlapped with a figure in his memory. Chen Luo opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't shout, so he fainted...
Chen Luo seemed to have had a dream.
In his dream, he saw countless giant pens like rafters falling from the sky and inserting into the ink-like earth. Then, flowers bloomed at the tips of those giant pens. The originally lifeless world instantly turned into a sea of flowers.
At this time, a loud and distant voice echoed in Chen Luo's mind:
"The Classics and History Collection collects the Tao of heaven and tells stories about the appearance of the human world."
"You cultivate the Yang God and he cultivates Buddhism, and I will smile to the sky in this mortal world."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a few more petals falling off from a giant pen on the ground, floating in front of Chen Luo. The petals overlapped and turned into a page of paper filled with words. Chen Luo reached out to pick it up, and ended up himself. As soon as his hand touched the page. The paper turned into light and shot into his Yintang.
Chen Luo felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, and his whole body was trembling. At this time, he clearly felt that there was an extra piece of content in his mind, which was——
"A Brief Biography of Zhong Kui"!
Ghost hunter, Zhong Kui!
