Chapter 22 You play me? ?

select? also choose Mao, the seesaw chose is completely out of balance!

Still looking for a substitute, a civil servant in the underworld, would you need to arrest someone as a substitute?

The gloomy atmosphere created by the driver was broken by his own demented expression. Zhou Huiqin stayed for two seconds and then reacted. !"

"%￥#@&*!" The driver opened his mouth and didn't know what to scold. He had seen so many nosy messengers, so he turned around and wanted to jump out of the window.

But Lan He's movements were faster, and with a flick of the chain, he caught his ankle without any mistake, and when he pulled it, the guy slipped back and lay on the ground. Lan He stepped on the pot on his back with one foot. , tying the impermanence knot, "Do you still want to run?"

"Ah! Ah! Back!" The driver howled miserably.

"Get up." Lan He pulled the zipper.

"Hush...huh..." The driver got up in dismay, because he was a rotten pot and was even shorter, he looked up at the hat on Lan He's head, squeezed out a pleasing smile, and told Zhou Huiqin next to him to show great affection for the underworld Surprised, he changed his face so quickly, "Come, come master, I have heard the name of Master Lai for a long time, I really didn't mean it, I didn't know it was you... Master Lai, you are merciful!"

"You know me?" Lan He laughed and said, it seems that the news from the underworld spread quickly, "Where did you steal the stuff?"

Some of this set of paper bundles are custom-made at first glance. He calculated it according to the quality and quantity, and it always cost several thousand yuan, which is not a small amount for others, and most of the funeral supplies are urgently needed.

Lan He was by his grandfather's side when he was a child, and he saw it a lot. When everyone came to order these things, they were all sad. If you lost them, it would be more uncomfortable. For craftsmen, making some money is even more difficult.

To save others by himself, he also felt that the owner must be impatient, so Lan He asked about the specific situation of the stolen goods at the beginning.

The Luoguogui scratched his head, as if he was really remembering carefully, but unfortunately there was no result. He said nervously: "Forget, forget, I didn't read it carefully, but only remembered one word."

"What word?"

Luoguogui: "What is the name of Yun, or what is Yun, in the East District."

Lan He: "...What's the difference between what you said and what you didn't say?"

Zhou Huiqin blurted out: "How do you say?"

After she finished speaking, she felt that she was too forgetful, it was a ghost after all.

But the justices did not dislike her, and just explained casually: "The funeral industry, especially the old shops, like to add a cloud to the name of the shop, just like if you look at a Chinese medicine store, what do you like to call it."

Zhou Huiqin: "..." Just remembering a cloud word is really useless.

Lan He pressed him to ask him if he still remembered the more specific location. The driver thought about it and said that in the East District, it seemed to be Qinglong Street.

"Qinglong Street?" Lan He recalled, "It sounds familiar."

The capital was too big, and he was a foreigner, so he couldn't remember why it sounded familiar.

On the other hand, Zhou Huiqin said weakly: "I know, I went there to do business, and Qinglong Street is called a street of dead people..."

Lan He: "..."

He remembered! I thought that this guy just remembered that the store with the word "cloud" was enough to cheat. It turned out that the most annoying thing was that the store was still located on Qinglong Street, a famous street of dead people in the capital.

Qinglong Street is at least one kilometer long, and the funeral industry is all over it. How many shops with the word cloud can be found in it?

And the signboards here are all made to order, which can make ghosts dizzy.

Lan He laughed angrily and pointed at the driver: "You, you..."

The driver confessed his mistake: "Yes, yes, careless, otherwise I wouldn't have died at a young age. I really don't change my mind!!"

Lan He: "..."

The Luoguo ghost finished speaking and choked for a while.

But things have to be returned to others. Lan He said, "You can go back to the street to find it for me now... Hey, drive the car to a place with convenient transportation first, and put the little girl down!"

The driver responded, and honestly drove back to the fork, from the intersection back to the Yangjian Road, and stopped.

"Get out of the car." Lan He said to Zhou Huiqin.

Zhou Huiqin was still a little timid. Seeing this, Lan He gave her a hand. The little girl's legs were still weak when she went down the stairs, and she almost fell.

Although the impermanent hands are still cold and the breath is still gloomy, Zhou Huiqin is no longer afraid of him, not only because of the relationship just now, but also because he is really emotional, and he can't cry if he wants to cry.

After getting out of the car, Zhou Huiqin looked back at the "people" who were bowing their heads in the car, and imitated Luo Guogui's address uneasily: "Come on, sir? Will I encounter his car again in the future? I have to take 414 every day. the way..."

She was very afraid that if she was not careful, if she got into this car, it would be impossible for her to be rescued every time.

"No." The impermanence gave her a strange look, "After it burns, this car will never appear again."

oh, to burn...

Zhou Huiqin was in a trance, and it took a few seconds to understand this sentence, and tremblingly said: "This is also a paper tie?!"

Lan He nodded. There are many luxury cars, but not many buses. They must be custom-made.

It is estimated that it has special significance, such as occupation during his lifetime, burning a car as a souvenir, or personal hobbies, regrets during his lifetime, and so on. Like erecting a tomb for their relatives who can't come back, many people also custom-made planes, hoping that the souls of their relatives can come back by plane.

But the number of the bus should be written as 000, and this one, in Lan He's eyes, is indeed the 000 bus. The girl sees it as Route 414, and it is estimated that her eyes are fascinated.

Lan Heyuan wanted to leave, but Zhou Huiqin fell on the car and broke his leg, which looked terrible.

Lan He squatted down, used Hu Qijiu's nails again, stretched out his hairy claws, carefully tucked the nails into the pads, and rubbed Zhou Huiqin's knees a few times.

Zhou Huiqin only felt that her legs were rubbed by some fluffy warm object. Before she could see clearly what it was, Wu Chang stood up, there was no blood on her legs, and there was no pain at all.

After being brushed by the furry thing, even the bottom of my heart warmed up, and the darkness around was not so scary.

There is true love in the underworld, and there is great love in the underworld.

Zhou Huiqin was moved, and said to the messenger, "My name is Zhou..."

"Wait." The yin guard said solemnly, "Don't tell me, and don't tell any yin your name in the future, even if it's the same yin guard."

Zhou Huiqin said: "Then can you tell me your name? I just want to thank you, like burning paper for you, no, should I burn a thank you letter to the underworld..."

Lan He couldn't help laughing: "No need, it's a job. You go back, go in that direction, don't look back."

He pushed Zhou Huiqin's back, Zhou Huiqin staggered a few steps, wanted to look back at him, but remembered that he said not to look back, so he clenched his hands and strode forward, "Okay...Thank you!"

She kept walking through this intersection and saw a familiar bus stop. At this moment, a Route 414 also happened to stop at the platform. The driver had a familiar face. Several office workers who came back late were complaining about the boss.

came back……

Zhou Huiqin got in the car, scanned the code, and sat down. At this moment, her legs felt sore. The street lights outside the car window were bright. In a flash, everything seemed like a lifetime. Only the wound on her knee that no longer bleed reminded her that the hat said "Come on." It's all coming." The yin difference really existed.

...

Wang Lili was dreaming again, and it was the familiar feeling, the familiar evil, this time the other party also carried a Luo Guozi with a big bag around his neck, and said to him: "Officer Wang, I'm here to trouble you again."

"It's alright! What do you say?" In fact, Wang Lili was quite happy. He had finished the case last time, and he was still thinking about whether there would be a second time.

According to the conventions in online novels, he should become a partner with Impermanence, shuttle between the yin and yang, from small cases to big cases, trial people in the day and night, and become the contemporary Bao Gongcai of New Huaxia... I'm sorry, he wrote all the copywriting. Well, I even drew illustrations when I was bored in a meeting.

Wang Lili looked at the Luoguo ghost, and even pondered, "Does he have any wrongful case?"

So you came to me to solve the case? Although I'm not a criminal police officer, I can be as long as I need to!

"No." Lan He said, "It's like this, this guy stole a lot of paper sticks and was caught by me, but he doesn't remember the name of the paper stick shop. He just searched for a long time in the funeral street. I didn't recognize it, so I remembered to bring the word 'cloud'. The total value of the paper is also several thousand yuan - I said the currency of the world. So, can you please do me a favor and find the owner and return it. "

Wang Lili was lost at first, and then thought that there is no such thing as a major case, and immediately nodded vigorously, familiar with the road: "Okay, leave this matter to me! I will visit the funeral street tomorrow!"

"That's right." Lan Shan said shyly, "Can you borrow some more paper?"

The last time he asked for it, he had used up all of it, and he felt that it was very useful, so he couldn't help but speak again. After all, the capital is indeed getting more and more chaotic now, even if he doesn't travel often, he might really want these for a while.

Wang Lili didn't think much, and immediately said: "It's fine! Just take it!"

We're good partners, he added timidly in his heart.

"Well, we put the paper stick outside the police station. Please find the owner on your behalf." Lan He said goodbye and tore the book before leaving.

The last time Wang Lili's notebook was torn up by him, it was indeed replaced with a new one, and there were not many pages written yet. Lan He flipped through the pages, and inadvertently saw a few Q-version villains drawn next to the text of the meeting minutes.

Some are wearing police uniforms, some are wearing police uniforms, and there are round ghosts... Is this recording their own dreams? The police officer is good at drawing.

Lan He didn't think about it too much. He tore off the paper. After thinking about it, he opened the drawer again...

The next day, Wang Lili woke up from a dream, and immediately got up and rushed to the window. The dormitory was opposite the police station. There were a lot of paper bundles at the door, and the guards were pointing strangely. guess it was very strange.

He couldn't wait to rush down and say don't touch me to handle this case, wash up quickly, flip through the notebook on the table, no surprise, it's empty. Open the drawer again, and the notebook inside is only the case.

Wang Lili: "..."

Forget it, Wang Lili ran out and went to the office to get a new notebook. The eldest sister in the office said silently: "Little Wang, are you running out? What have you written? It's not that fast to paste it on the wall. Bar!"

Wang Lili: "...What do you know! It's very useful!"

After seeing Police Officer Wang, Lan He basically wasted the whole night, and rather unhappily twisted Wang Lili's paper into a rope, tied Luo Guogui outside the police station, and made an impermanent knot: "Detain! Repent here and cleanse your sinful heart, you know?"

"Ah?" Luo Guogui said tremblingly, "Then when did you come and let me go?"

Lan He: "Hmph, when you behave well, I'll come and let you go."

Therefore, the matter was delayed for one night, and on the second night, Lan He was able to continue to go to Juehui Temple, thinking that nothing would happen again, he really did not come out to patrol!

There was still some distance away, and Lan He saw many lonely ghosts running in one direction. He put away his uniform on the way just now, so it must not be because he saw him running. Could it be that Juehui Temple did it again? Did you go overboard?

Temples and Taoist temples, especially the efficacious ones, there are always a lot of ghosts wandering outside, hoping to get a little extra, or get something to eat.

Lan He thought about it, and floated into the Juehui Temple. When arrived at the yard last time, didn't see Xiao Song's shadow. The temple is so big, maybe it's somewhere else, and he turned around again.

When floated up the courtyard wall and wanted to cross the top of a courtyard, felt a chill in heart. Looking down, it turned out that a group of monks were lecturing scriptures. The old monks in the middle looked up, and it was Master Fufu.

"..." Lan He shrunk again inch by inch.

"Abbot, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." If you look closely, you will find that a smile flashed in the old monk's eyes, and he withdrew his gaze.

Lan He was also unfamiliar with the temple. After searching for a long time, he found the trace of Song Futan outside the small gate of the temple.

The female ghost performed hard, sometimes sticking out her tongue to the back of her feet, and sometimes her hair grew so long that it could go around Juehui Temple... He seemed like he couldn't see it.

The female ghost's cultivation is still a little short, and she can't even pull Song Futan's soul out, so she tried to intimidate him, created a lot of terrifying phantoms, and used all the horror movies she had seen before her death. The other party still turned a blind eye.

She gritted her teeth with hatred, and pulled back her coat, revealing a little of her shoulders. Before she could speak, the other party finally responded: frowning with disgust.

The female ghost rolled her eyes frantically, and wanted to scratch Song Futan directly, but she was afraid of the Buddha's light, so she held back her anger and took out a large amount of money: "Then what do you like?"

Because was so angry, tongue flowed out a lot involuntarily.

"Hey, hey, what's this for?" Lan He stepped forward and pulled her clothes back, "Are you asking for money?"

Female ghost: "..."

he came.

In an instant, the ice melted and the snow melted. Song Futan saw Lan He, and his expression changed. He only felt that the starlight seemed to be much brighter.

The female ghost looked at him resentfully, and found that the ghost hadn't spoken yet. His eyes softened a lot, and he didn't show his face, "Why, he's better at deceiving?"

Lan He stepped forward and poked the banknotes in the female ghost's hands, and they were all empty, "Dongyue Yin Si

warm

Tip, generally this kind of small advertising is deceptive. "

Because he was not wearing a uniform, the female ghost was still staring at him, as if hesitating about his origin. Lan He showed a little of the chain on her wrist, and the female ghost didn't hesitate any longer, raised her tongue and ran away.

"This should be a small scene for you, right?" Lan He looked at Song Futan and said.

"In short, it's not the worst case." Song Futan smiled, "Are you hungry?"

Lan He touched his stomach and said reservedly, "Actually, I'm not particularly hungry, but if I want to eat a little more now, I can eat it."

"There is a lotus root clip, I will take you to eat." Song Futan said. Since Xiaolai came to Juehui Temple that night, he would leave a dish for Xiaolai every night. If Xiaolai didn't come, he would eat it by himself.

Lan He didn't know this, he just thought it was the same as last time, it was his cousin's supper, he was quite happy, "Okay!"

Because it is a monastery dish, this lotus root clip has no meat, but some pumpkin is added, and the batter is fried until it is crispy and delicious.

It is said that temple cuisine is also a major genre of Chinese cuisine. Luohanzhai and Dinghu Shangsu are all famous dishes in temple cuisine. Wensi tofu was originally made by monk Wensi.

Song Futan casually chatted about the vegetarian history of Juehui Temple. Because it is located in the capital, it was once a royal sacrificial temple. The vegetarian dishes here are not only for monks, but also for royal or large donations of pilgrims. Up to now, There are even tourists from all over the world who are interested in eating, the craftsmanship that has been precipitated for many years.

Lan He nibbled the lotus root clip and suddenly asked Song Futan: "Then do you know where their souls are?"

Song Futan was stunned for a moment, before turning the corner, "...Shrangama or salt?"

"? You're so humorous, not at all," Lan He Fengfeng inhaled, and then said, "Here, suck it up."

Song Futan: "..."

...that's too cute.

Lan He laughed. He was speechless when he saw Xiao Song. He was very tired in the crew, and he was a little afraid of ghosts, but he didn't deserve to be afraid. He was very relaxed when joking with Xiao Song.

He continued to eat, and after eating the lotus root clip, he ate the fruit again, and said while nibbling: "I heard that the first incense in many temples is very valuable."

The so-called eating without talking and sleeping without speaking is a good habit passed down in China, but the two of them, one of them can speak without hindrance while eating, and the other speaks normally while sleeping, which is completely contrary to the habit.

Song Futan said: "Well, someone once wanted to do business with Master Fudo and help him auction off the first incense on the first day of the new year with a reserve price of 5 million, but Master Fufu refused."

"Gao Fengliang Festival!" Lan He boasted, "Although Juehui Temple is definitely not short of money, it is true that Master Fu can be unmoved by his name!"

Song Futan's eyes showed a smile, and he was a stubborn man and was unmoved, and the Fufu Mage was praised many times.

Lan He had almost finished eating, but suddenly remembered something, and asked doubtfully, "Why haven't you heard the sound of chanting the scriptures?"

Song Futan: "There is no Fa conference today."

"Ah, no," Lan He ate another kumquat. "When I came here, I saw a lot of ghosts and ghosts rushing here. If there is not a dharma meeting, is it going to the market?"

Song Futan thought for a while: "Maybe it's because of going to the theater—the fanciers we met before. They seem to be doing ghost plays nearby, including "The Hanging Man", saying that they will perform all seventy-two forms of hanging. ."

Those old ghosts who love to sing are wandering everywhere, and the amateur opera troupe has met Song Futan before. If they want to perform, it is normal to find a place with many ghosts.

Lan He was shocked, and slowly raised his head: "Is there still seventy-two kinds of hanging?? Performing this... why!"

"No, it's a sideshow in Mulian Opera." Song Futan was also surprised that Xiaolai didn't know about it. In the past, he said that performing Mulian Opera would attract ghosts, but after thinking about it, maybe Dongyue Yinsi doesn't like this, after all, Mulian It is a monk, "Mulian opera is very rich in content, mainly about Mulian monk saving his mother, there are also many short excerpts from folk stories, and there are hundreds of ghost plays in the whole play."

The Sichuan Opera troupe they met before was going to hold a ceremony for the spirit officials to sweep the stage, because they were afraid that such a ghost play would attract ghosts, and ghosts also like to be lively.

The fold of "Men Hanging" is said to show various forms of hanging, but it is actually a martial arts performance, aerial juggling, using two cloth strips to hang the body in the air to make various movements. It is said that there were seventy-two hangings in the past, but now, it is gradually lost, and the most powerful actors only perform ten or twenty kinds.

But these are all dead ghosts, maybe some of them are old and die early, and they have been passed down. Over the years, how many opera troupes have been in the capital to seek life.

"It's because I don't know it anymore. I thought that the hanged ghosts would take turns to go up and show how I died... That's too heart-wrenching." Lan He said with great interest: "Let's go and see, they are still juggling in the air, This will go up as soon as it floats... Wait, do you want to go? There are so many ghosts, will you be annoyed?"

Song Futan: "No."

If you are feeling bored, even if you sit in a temple and watch Fengyue, it will be just as annoying. But if you're with funny ghosts, it's fun to watch Mulian's play.

They walked out of the Juehui Temple and walked a few hundred meters to the west. They saw a rudimentary stage under a big banyan tree. It was the same set they saw in the suburbs before. There were many ghosts, and they were all watching the show.

The performance on the stage is already coming to an end. There are two cloth strips hanging on the stage, and the actors use the cloth strips to fly. It really is aerial acrobatics, and the movements are quite rich. Although ghosts are different from human forms, it takes some skill to make so many poses.

Lan He stood at the end and applauded along with the ghosts.

After the big play was finished, it was changed again, and a few ghost actors came up. Since it was a mulian play, it was naturally a ghost play, and there was impermanence wearing a paper hat, but there was no writing on the paper hat, and it was impossible to change into harmony. It's the same as the real uniform.

If it was a Sichuan opera, Lan He could still understand a little bit, but now there are a few on stage who don't know which version of the Mulian opera they are playing - there are many types of opera, and he doesn't understand the accent at all. As far as singing is very good, the performance is very passionate, the range of movements is quite large, and there are gun-playing people, enough to watch the fun.

The image of the impermanent flower face is very tall and mighty, with big arms and round waist, and he is very imposing. He pointed to another clown in green clothes and sang a long series of lines in a high-pitched voice. His voice was thick and loud, full of emotion, and full of righteous indignation.

Even though Lan He couldn't understand the lines, he could hear that he sang well, and finally kicked the clown with a particularly beautiful movement.

There was applause from the audience, Lan He also clapped his hands and looked at Song Futan, "It's amazing, the voice is so high that we can hear it clearly from so far away! It's still a classic handed down from our ancestors!" Lan He praised Said, "What is this fold called?"

Song Futan also clapped a few times, but he didn't know what it was called. There were hundreds of short plays in the Mulian play, and he had not watched them all.

They stood at the end, but the first ghost heard it, and when they turned around, they didn't realize that Song Futan was alive, maybe he was still immersed in high spirits, and introduced Lan He enthusiastically: "This is a new platoon. Yes, today's big-axis play is called "Come to Impermanence and Curse the Ghost Officials"!"

Lan He: "???"

The news of the underworld spreads fast, and the release of literary and artistic works is also fast, and you actually play me?

Lan He hadn't thought about it, but felt a slight pain in his heart:

I am still a little transparent in the thirty-eighth line, and I have never played the leading role since my debut. In adapting my play, "I" is the leading role...

The author has something to say: Lan He: Tears were shed