MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Fortunately, the "mouth" that burned himself from playing was not completely heard by Chu. Nonsense, and barely let him get past the past.

When I returned to my bedroom, it was already very late. I burned my sleep and went to the morning for the next day. After the morning is over, it is his favorite thing in the morning: too early.

Meng Po Tang, the land of early breakfast, gradually dissipated as the morning repair disbanded.

The ink burned on the opposite side of the teacher. Xue Meng came late. The position around the teacher was occupied by other people. He had to be sullen and sullen, and he took his early morning and sat next to the ink.

If you want to smear the most subtlety of the heart and soul of death, he will say: This door does not need to open the valley.

Unlike the martial art that is floating in the upper circles, there is a set of practice methods for self-destruction. If you don’t quit, you don’t need to fast, so the food in the pie has always been rich.

The ink burned a bowl of spicy and fragrant oil tea, along the peanuts in the side of the scallions, crispy soy beans, in front of a dish of crispy crispy raw fried bag, was specially designed for the teacher.

Xue Meng squinted and looked at the smoldering, quite ridiculous: "The ink burns, I can't think of you entering the Red Lotus Hell can still stand out. Great."

The ink burner does not lift: "Then you don't look at who I am."

"Who are you?" Xue Meng said. "The Master did not discount your legs. You are mad and don't know which roots you are?"

"Oh, I am green onion, then you are jealous."

Xue Meng sneered: "I am the chief disciple of Master."

"Do you seal it yourself? Hey, I suggest you go to the teacher and drop a seal. Pick it up and hang it on the wall. Otherwise, you can't live up to the title of the chief disciple."

With a bang, Xue Meng pinched the chopsticks.

The teacher hurriedly stayed next to him and said: "Don't quarrel, eat fast."

Xue Meng: "...hey."

He burned his smile and learned him: "Hey."

Xue Meng angry and rushed to the crown, a table: "You are bold!"

The teacher saw that the situation was not good, and he was busy holding Xue Meng: "Less master, so many people look at it, eat it, don't argue."

These two people are not in line with each other. Although they are cousins, they will meet when they meet. After the teacher advised Xue Meng, they will bite in the middle to ease the atmosphere and talk on both sides.

I asked Xue Meng for a while: "When is the young master, when is the cat raised by my wife?"

Xue Meng replied: "Oh, you said A raccoon? My mother got it wrong. It has no arms. It is too much to eat. It looks like a big belly."

Teacher: "........."

After a while, I asked the ink to burn: "A fire, do you still have to go to the division to work today?"

"It should be no longer needed. The finishing is sorted out. I will help you copy the rules today."

Shi Yan smiled and said: "How can I still have time to help me? You have to copy it a hundred times."

Xue Meng raised his eyebrows and looked at the teacher who had always been loyal to himself: "How do you copy the rules?"

The teacher’s face was stunned and he hadn’t had time to talk. Suddenly, the conversation in the dining hall suddenly disappeared. The three men turned around and saw that Chu Yuning’s white clothes fluttered into Meng Po Tang, and walked to the front of the cabinet with no expression, and began to pick up the snacks.

The dining hall where more than a thousand people ate, and one more night, was suddenly the same as the cemetery. The disciples are all boring, and even if they want to communicate, they are extremely light.

The teacher sighed softly and looked at the night of Chu, holding the tray, sitting in the corner where he would normally sit. One person silently porridge, could not help but say: "Actually, I think that Shizun sometimes quite pitiful."

Ink burns up the dice: "How?"

"Look, where he is sitting, no one dares to approach. When he comes, others don't even dare to speak loudly. The former Lord is still okay, the Lord is not there, he doesn't even talk, not alone. Very?"

The ink burned and said: "That is what he asked for."

Xue Meng was angry again: "Do you dare to ridicule the master?"

"Where am I ridiculing him? I am telling the truth." The ink burned a squid to the teacher. "With his temper, who would like to stay with him."

"you--!"

The ink-stained hippie smiled and smiled at Xue Meng, lazily saying: "Not convinced? If you are not convinced, sit down and eat with the Master, don't sit with us."

In a word, Xue Meng was blocked.

Although he respects the late night, he is as fearful as other people. I couldn't help but feel irritated, but I couldn't argue. I could only lick my legs and legs, and I was sulking myself.

There was a hint of laziness on the burning face, and a little phoenix was glanced at the little phoenix, and the rear line of sight fell across the crowd and fell on the night.

I don't know why, looking at the only white figure in the dark blue silver plaque, he suddenly thought of the man who fell asleep in the cold metal last night.

The teacher said that it was right, Chu nightning is really pitiful.

But what about it? The more pitiful he is, the happier the ink is, the more he thinks, the arc that bends his mouth is noticeable.

The days are flying fast.

Chu Xiaoning later did not pass him to the red lotus water shovel, the errands of the ink burned every day became a dishwashing dish, feeding the chicken ducklings raised by Mrs. Wang, weeding the herbs, and it was also very leisurely.

A dazzling, one-month ban has passed.

On this day, Mrs. Wang called the ink to the Danxin Temple, touched his head and asked him: "A burning, can your wounds be healed?"

The ink burned and smiled: "Lao's mother is in the heart, all right."

"That's good, you should pay attention when you go out, don't make such a big mistake, and make your master angry, do you know?"

Ink is particularly good at holding grandchildren: "Aunt, I know."

"There is another thing." Mrs. Wang said from the letter of Huanghuali, saying, "It’s been a year since you got started. It’s time to take responsibility for the demon. Yesterday your uncle’s pigeons passed the book. After deliberately making you ban, go down the hill to complete this appointment."

The rules of life and death, the disciples will be involved in the demonization after a year of entry.

When the first demonization, the disciple of the disciple will accompany him. In addition, the disciple must also invite a fellow door to go with him, in order to let the disciples support each other, and why the dawn is "can be learned, not dead" .

The ink burned his eyes, and after receiving the letter of appointment, he hurriedly looked at it and immediately sighed.

Mrs. Wang worried: "Ah, your uncle wants you to become famous, so it is a heavy responsibility to appoint you. Although the elders of Yuheng are highly educated, but the sword is ruthless in the fight, he may not be able to protect you well. You must not be happy and look down on the enemy."

"No, no!" The ink burned and waved again and again, "Auntie assured, I must take care of myself." After I finished, I was ready to go.

"This child..." Mrs. Wang looked at his back, and the gentle and beautiful face was full of fear. "How can I be pleased to accept him as a delegate?"

Is the ink burning energy unhappy?

The demon thing that the uncle gave him, occurred in the town of Choi Butterfly, and was attached to a local Chen surname.

Regardless of the ghosts in the place where the trouble is, the key lies in the last life, that is, in this colorful butterfly town, he is enchanted by evil spirits, loses his mind, and forcibly kisses the teacher in the illusion, this is also a few times of ink burning. Close to the teacher, it is really ecstasy.

Moreover, because he is tempted, it is difficult for the teachers to care about. White pro! No one can find him to settle accounts.

The eyes of the ink-burning music are all bent into a hook. Even this appointment must be completed with Chu Yuening, he does not mind.

In addition to relying on Master, Yi Han relies on himself, this kind of beauty, why not?

Invited the teacher, the singer, and the three people all the way to the colorful butterfly town.

This is a town full of flowers. It is a flower field for dozens of miles outside the residential area. Therefore, the town always has colorful butterflies, so it has the name.

When the three arrived, it was night. The drums of the village were ringing and the music was very lively. A group of musicians wearing red clothes blew and smashed out of the alley.

The teacher said: "Is this a kiss? How come at night?"

Chu night Ningdao: "It is a marriage."

Marriage is also called yin marriage, with bones, is a post-mortem marriage that the people give to unmarried men and women. This kind of custom does not flourish in poor places, but the town of Choi Butterfly is very rich, so it is common for the boys and girls who have never married before eating to find a spouse.

The team of the marriage team is vast and divided into two columns, one with real silk satin and the other with paper and gold coins. In this way, surrounded by a red and white eight-lifted sedan, the entire golden light deacon, from the village.

They burned the horse's head and stood next to it, letting the marriage team pass. When the sedan chair approached, I saw that it was not a living person sitting in it, but a ghost bride with a paper. The ghost bride smeared the powder, the lips were bright red, and the two clusters of Danxia on the cheeks reflected the pale face. The look of smile was extremely embarrassing.

"What kind of habits this village has to break, there is money to panic." The ink whispered.

Chu Xiu Ning said: "The people in Choi Die Town are very particular about the art of martyrdom. They think that there should be no lonely graves in the house, otherwise the family will be implicated by the ghosts."

"...no such statement?"

"The town people believe it."

"Oh, too, the town of Choi Butterfly has been down for hundreds of years. Tell them that the evils of their faith do not exist at all. It is estimated that they can't accept it."

The teacher whispered: "Where is this team going to marry?"

Chu night Ningdao: "When we came, we passed through a clay temple. The temple was not dedicated to any **** Buddha. The door was covered with a plaque. The desk was covered with red satin, and the satin was similar. In the message of 'Tianci Liangyuan', 'Spring under the good'. I think they should be there."

"I also noticed that temple." If the teacher is thoughtful, "Master, is there a ghost ceremonies?"

"Not bad."

Ghost master is a ghost **** image that folks have come up with. People believe that the death of the soul also requires three media and six cards, exchange dragon and phoenix posts, and also need to have a master of ceremonies to prove that the two dead are married. Because of the great customs of the marriage, the colorful butterfly town has naturally molded a golden body for the ghost ceremonies. Before the graves outside the town, the people who are engaged in marriage will have to carry the ghost bride first. Worship before going to the temple.

Ink burning rarely saw this ridiculous scene, and I saw it with gusto. Chu nightning only looked cold for a moment, turned around and said: "Go, go to the haunted house and have a look."

"Three leaders, my life is really bitter! You can be counted! If no one is in charge of this matter, I, I don't even want to live!"

It is the richest merchant in the town to entrust the deceased to kill the ghosts.

What Chen Jia is doing is the powder business. There are four sons and one daughter in the family. After the eldest son married his wife, the wife did not like the noise at home, so the two thought about moving out to set up another portal. Chen Jiacai was very rough. He bought a large piece of land in the quiet place of Beishan, and also brought a natural hot spring pool. .

As a result, on the day of the opening of the ground, a few shovel went down and the shovel hit a hard object. The grandmother took a look at it and immediately stunned it. On the north mountain, she dug a new smashed red paint!

Choi Die Town has a group of burial grounds. After the death of the townspeople, they were buried there. This lonely but indecent cockroach is inexplicably appearing on the North Mountain, and there is no grave and no trace, and the body is blood red.

They dared to move again and quickly filled the soil back, but it was too late. Since that day, Chen’s family has been constantly surprised.

"First is my wife." Chen cried outside and cried, "I was scared, moved to the fetal gas, and harmed the small production. Later, it was my eldest son. In order to give my wife a body, I went to the mountain to collect medicine. As a result, my feet slipped. The fall fell to the bottom of the mountain, and when I went to fish, I was already out of breath... Hey!" He sighed and choked and couldn’t speak, just waved his hand.

Mrs. Chen also took the handkerchief and wiped her tears: "My husband said yes, after a few months, our sons went one after another, not missing, or lost their lives - four sons, three none Alright!"

Chu night Ning glared at her eyebrows, her eyes passed over Chen’s husband and wife, and she fell on the pale face of the scorpion. He looked almost as big as the ink burned. At the age of fifteen or six, he looked beautiful, but the fear made his face. Some distortions.

The teacher asked: "Can you talk about other children... Why didn't you?"

"Hey, Zhongzi is on the way to find his brother. He was bitten by a snake. The snake is a general grass snake. It is not toxic. No one cares at the time, but within a few days, he suddenly disappeared when he was eating. Straight down, then...oh, my child..."

The teacher sighed and couldn't bear it: "So, can the body show signs of poisoning?"

"Hey, where is the poison, our family must have been cursed! The first few sons have gone, the next one is the old man! The next one is the old man!"

Chu night Ning raised his brow and looked like a lightning bolt on Mrs. Chen. He asked: "How do you know that the next one will be the old man, why is it not yourself? Is this a ghost that only kills men?"

Chen’s youngest nephew was shrunk there, his legs were like sifting, his eyes were swollen like peaches, and his mouth was twisted and twisted: “It’s me! It’s me! I know! People in Hung Hom are looking for it. He is looking for it! The leader and the leader will save me! The leader will save me!"

Speaking of emotions began to get out of control, and I rushed over and wanted to hold the night and thigh.

Chu, Ning Su did not like to contact with the stranger, immediately avoided, looked up and stared at the Chen and his wife: "What is going on?"

The husband and wife looked at each other and trembled: "There is a place in this house. We, we dare not go again. - When the leader sees it, he will know that it is really evil. It is..."

Chu Xiaoning interrupted: "Where?"

The couple hesitated for a moment, reaching out and twitching into the room where the ancestors were enshrined: "It is there..."

Chu Yuning took the lead in the past, and the Chen family and the teacher later followed Chen’s family far behind.

Pushing open the door, inside and some of the big families will be like the incense of the gods to worship the ancestors, densely placed a few rows of spirits, burning pale and long candlelight on both sides.

The characters in all the cards in this room are inscribed, painted with yellow paint, the name of the deceased, and the ranking in the family.

These spirits are written very well, showing the ancestors of a certain Taifujun spirit, showing the spirit of a certain government.

But only the most middle of the spiritual card, the above words are not painted after the engraving, but the red and brilliantly wrote such a line:

The spirit of Chen Yanji.

Yang Shangren Chen Sunshi Li

Chen’s family, who was hiding behind the leader of the road, may have been lucky. He glanced at the white-eyed cockroach, and once again saw the words on the tablet that were painted like blood, and suddenly collapsed.

Mrs. Chen burst into tears, and her younger son’s face was white and not like a living person.

This card, first, the writing is not ceremonial, and second, the words on the card are seven twists and turns. It is like a ghostly character written by a person when he is drowsy. The scribble is almost indistinguishable.

The teacher turned and asked: "Who is Chen Yanji?"

Chen’s youngest son cried with a cry behind his back and said, “Yes, it’s me.”

Outside the Chen, he cried and said: "The road is like this. Since Zhongzi went, we found out... We found that the ancestors had a more spiritual card, and the name on the sign was actually the name of the living person of our family. As soon as it appears, within seven days, the man will suffer a disaster! When the third name appears on the tablet, I will keep him in the house, the door is covered with incense, and people are invited to do it. It’s over, but the seventh day! He is still dead... for no reason, it’s so dead!”

The more he said, the more excited he was, the more he said, the more he was afraid. He threw himself down again: "I haven’t done anything in my life, why should God be so against me! Why!"

The teacher looked sad and quickly went to appease the old man who was crying and robbing the ground. He looked up and shouted: "Master, you see this..."

Chu nightning did not look back, he still looked at the spiritual card with relish, as if the spirit card could produce a flower.

Suddenly, Chu night Ning asked: "Yang Shangren, Chen Sunshi, is it you, Mrs. Chen?"

The author has something to say: There used to be a cold-blooded demon master, and the demon master has three apprentices. They all have the title of Jack Su, the phoenix of the scorpion, Xue Ziming, the real dragon, the soul of the rain, the sleeping white tiger bright and clean.

Hey!

The above titles are all fake.

In fact, it should be: bird fun Xue Mengmeng, dog stuff ink feeding fish, and, white lotus little sister. The hand is helpless and laughs: -D