While the old Taoist glared at me, he could see the surrounding environment clearly from the corner of his eyes. This was a small room, probably only more than ten square meters, with only one bed and a futon on the ground. There was a ghost lying on the bed. Seeing his long black hair, he was a female ghost. I murmured in my heart, it turned out to be an old man, the small and broken house looked dirty, and the old Taoist himself was also very sloppy, and he was even a woman. He was a hypocritical scum.

"Are you the successor of the ghost story? Which generation?" The old Taoist glared at me for a long time, and finally spoke, his voice like a broken gong.

There are almost no ghosts in the underworld who don’t know about this profession, so I didn’t feel surprised when he asked this. I replied casually: “The Tenth Generation.”

The old Taoist nodded, pinched his fingers and calculated, and said, "Your name is Xifeng?"

I nodded. Xifeng Daming Radio is famous for its reputation. This is not a blow, and there are not many ghosts who don’t know the name.

The old Taoist was counting again, and I thought to myself, are you upset, pretending to behave, really thinking that I am a god who predicted the future? But seeing this just now, he saved Shen Bing and me. No matter how you say you are a life-saving benefactor, you can't show it even if you hate him.

"No!" The old Taoist suddenly said loudly, scaring me, what's wrong with this? Even the sleeping Shen Bing woke up, opened his eyes and looked at the old Taoist in confusion.

"Your father died four years ago in Xiqing, but you are still alive. How did you die?" The old Taoist looked surprised.

This sentence is interesting, and he actually calculated something. He just pinched his fingers and was not pretending. I looked up at the old Taoist and said, "It was because of the three souls and seven spirits that left the body and mistakenly entered the underworld. He was plotted against him and registered in the management office."

The old Taoist saw the bottle in my waist at first sight. The crack was obvious, which surprised him: "The bottle was damaged, you entered the underworld from the 'Shengmen'."

"Shengmen", was he talking about Xiu Sheng and Jing De's shocked opening of the eight gates? I didn't think so for a moment, and shook my head to express my understanding.

Shen Bing touched his forehead and said, "Where are we? Who is he?" He asked me.

I ignored her. When the old Taoist saw us sitting on the ground, he also sat on the ground and said to me: "There are eight gates in the underworld, which are also arranged according to Qimen Dunjia, which means that Xiu Sheng and Jing Di is shocked. Naihe Bridge is Xiumen, and the release entrance is the door. This life gate is right and wrong, and the three souls and seven spirits leave the body, and the door to which they step into. The great-grandfather in the shop once left a entrance to the life gate for emergency access to the underworld without a soul ritual."

When I heard him say this, I couldn't help but feel suspicious. The shop must be talking about my ghost store. The mysterious black hole under the plaster may be the emergency shortcut to entering the underworld. Why did he call my grandfather the grandfather? Could it be that he is really the ancestor of my family?

Seeing my questioning face, he showed a smile on his face. Don't say it, it looks a bit like my father when he smiles. He only heard him say, "You probably don't know who I am. I am your sixth generation of Taizu Grandpa, named Xiguan, and the Dharma name is Zhenyangzi..."

Damn, it's really my ancestor. This is wrong. He interrupted and asked, "Wait, there is indeed a name for Xi's ancestors in my family tree, but he didn't become a Taoist priest."

The old Taoist smiled and said, "That's because you don't know. I thought that I was devoted to practicing Taoism and did not become a monk, in order to pass on the family line to the Xi family. Later, I passed the shop to my son, that is, your fifth generation of grandfather, and became a monk. This past may be contrary to the grandfather's teachings, so it was not passed on."

Oh, so that's the case, probably it's true. Otherwise, could he know so clearly about the "Shengmen" in the underworld in the Dharma Pot and the shop?

After listening for a long time, Shen Bing also understood that this was my Grandpa Taizu. She was quite polite and quickly said to the old man: "Grandpa Taizu, hello, old man."

The old Taoist smiled happily and said, "It's all ghosts, why are you old? Xiaofeng, your wife is pretty good."

Uh, the old man thought this was my wife, and he hadn't even said a word yet. Besides, I secretly glanced at his bed, so he didn't like his great-grandson's wife.

Outsiders knew that I had greeted the old man. My great-grandson was indispensable. He quickly turned over and kowtowed on the ground, calling out to Grandpa Taizu a few times. He didn't be polite to me. After I kowtowed, he pointed to the woman on the bed and said that he had saved it. She said that he had entered the underworld with the great-grandson from the gate of life, so he already knew that I was here. He had never seen what I looked like. It was not until he heard the successor of the ghost story that he was sure that I was his great-grandson.

Shen Bing and I were stunned, and stood up and looked at it. It was Ding Ruiyun, who was sleeping. The big stone hanging in my heart fell to the ground. My ancestors were not old. I hurriedly asked what was going on.

The old man said that he was practicing Taoism in seclusion inside the monument. When he heard something outside, it seemed that a female ghost was insulted. He came out to take a look. It turned out that before Ding Ruiyun was reborn, he wanted to see his son when he passed by Wangxiangtai. He was not allowed to be a ghost, but he was resentful and ran back. The ancestor of my family had a good heart and took action to save the female ghost and entered the monument.

I feel very novel. The stone tablet looks small from the outside and the space inside is not small. What's even more strange is that being a ghost can even practice Taoism in seclusion? The ancestor said, you don't know that Taoism is not just about practicing magic, but about thinking, it is a spiritual realm, and it has something in common with the essence of Buddhism. That's right. I said that practicing magic here, you must first hurt yourself.

My ancestor told me another thing, saying that the deeper the Taoist practice in the underworld, the deeper the ghost technique, the deeper the ghost technique. In fact, ghost technique is not all evil, but it only destroys the reputation of the evil ghost. I thought to myself, you have been practicing here for more than 300 years, and there is no rival to the ghost technique, right? That just helped me solve five large washbasins.

As soon as I talked about the five large washbasins, he frowned and thought for a while before saying, "There are few ghosts who can break the three magic arrays of my Xijia ghost shop and damage the magic bottle. Just now, I saw the five black gas in the stone tablet. They are five boy ghosts!"

"Yes, yes, they all sound like children when they scream." Shen Bing said with his eyes open in horror.

The ancestor nodded calmly and said, "I understand that some ghosts use evil methods in the world to create five big heads and wronged souls, and set up the five ghosts to transport the transport bureau..."

As soon as he said this, I slapped my thighs and stood up suddenly and said, "Yes, it must be the Five Ghosts Moving Bureau. Why didn't I expect it at first?"

"Whatever you think of, you know that you want me to help you lie to your mother." Shen Bing curled his lips.

Ah, she can't continue to talk about this. It's not a glorious thing to deceive my mother to the ancestor. I quickly blocked her and said to the ancestor with a smile: "Grandpa Taizu, you're right, it's the Five Ghosts Movement Bureau. But, the five little ghosts are too powerful, how did they make it?"
Chapter completed!