Chapter 51 You also said that there is no navy in the underworld

Although Lan He and Song Futan had confirmed their relationship, last night, when Hu Qijiu said this, Lan He was speechless and didn't feel embarrassed to look at Song Futan.

Song Futan felt that this fox monster could talk. Isn't this exactly like a red thread, but he naturally wanted to speak for Lan He: "I'm afraid you are rare and strange."

Hu Qijiujiu: "I'm so strange! Can you find another person who uses a soul hook like this?"

Lan He: "Uh... what are they doing to me alone?"

Hu Qijiu: "..."

Don't they have your idea if they're not single? No way! Hu Qijiu clicked his tongue and said, "That Zun family has thought about how to use the soul hook in the future?"

Lan He was in shock. He didn't even think about the consequences when he opened the hook, and he didn't even know if the Yin Si would punish him for destroying public property, so he said bravely, "I can't just drop the hook, this is calling the master to catch ghosts, the deceased. Take the bait..."

Hu Qijiu: "..."

Song Futan had already started the car.

"Slow down, slow down, I rarely see a temple..." Hu Qijiu said, she couldn't enter a temple like this alone. Now the bells are constantly ringing in the temple, and tourists are coming and going. Hu Qijiu likes to watch the lively, of course, nostalgic.

Lan He simply said: "Then let's take a walk around, Juehui Temple is a lively time."

There are eight famous Spring Festival temple fairs in old Beijing folk songs, borrowing ingots in the Temple of Wealth, ringing a big bell in Juehui Temple, tying dolls in Dongyue Temple, touching monkey spirits in Baiyun Temple, watching fire judgment in Chenghuang Temple, watching lanterns in Chongyuan Temple, In the Fire Temple, there is a treasure-drying meeting, and the Changdian Temple Fair is Jiadijing.

Although the ancient bell of Juehui Temple can only be struck once a year, there are many other bells for tourists to strike for blessings.

Lan He wrapped himself up tightly and got out of the car. Even so, he still felt that someone was staring at him, but at first glance, it was a few monks.

"What are they looking at me for? Did they recognize me?" Lan He said in horror, "Damn it, "Chasing" is so popular?"

Song Futan chuckled: "I'm afraid it's because of you."

What's the difference? Lan He noticed his eyes, looked down, and was still holding the stick given by the immobile mage...

Lan He himself didn't know, but the old-fashioned wooden stick of Master Fudo was quite famous. Of course, people would be curious about how it got into his hands.

"I almost forgot, I said it was a little awkward." Lan He sweated, put the stick back in the car, and reappeared. Sure enough, no one paid attention to him this time.

Nowadays, in temples and Taoist temples, people always like to throw a coin to pray for good luck. In fact, the most famous one is Shangbaiyun Temple using copper coins to make money eyes, but slowly, other places have also developed this activity.

Juehui Temple is most famous for its ringing bell. Even so, some tourists throw copper coins on the Buddha statues in the open-air pool. Ten yuan can be exchanged for 30 copper coins. Naturally, it is better to fall on the Buddha statue.

Lan He saw that there were many people lost, so he also exchanged ten pieces and gave ten pieces to Song Futan, crowded into the crowd and lost them together. Song Futan lost a few, but the accuracy was not very good.

"I'll come too." Lan He rubbed his hands together. He visited with friends once before, and he didn't hit a single one at that time. Now he has the blessing of the impermanent quasi-head, he lost five in a row, and all of them landed on the Buddha statue. In the palm of your hand...

The scene seemed to be quiet for a while. The statue was so tall that everyone smashed it on the pedestal. Occasionally, it fell on the folds of the clothes. Buddha palm, too rare.

And this one was five, so clearly, it made even children collapse: "Why can't I hit—"

Hu Qijiu's top cancer was committed again, and he shouted wildly in his backpack: "Continue to lose it! I see who has our honor!"

Lan He: "..."

Lan He gathered the scarves on his face, and threw the remaining fifteen scarves out, one after another, all falling into the palm of the Buddha statue.

There were so many tourists by the pool, but it was extremely quiet for a while. Many people were not lost, they just stared at the Buddha's palm, and there were voices counting, "Ten, eleven, twelve..."

In the end, counted twenty, and some people lost twenty copper coins in a row, and they all fell into the Buddha's palm!

"Brilliant!" There are many people, and most of them can't see who lost the copper coins. They only vaguely come from the same direction, and the frequency should be one person.

This is the quasi-head, I am afraid that the regular army is not coming.

After Lan He was thrown away, he drowned in the crowd, hiding his merits and fame.

Walking in the Juehui Temple, the sound of the bells fluctuated constantly. Lan He saw a man standing with the monk, with a familiar face and gauze on his head, and quickly pulled Song Futan to turn around.

Song Futan: "What's wrong?"

Lan He: "I saw the smell of meat last night..."

Not only did I report to the police last night, but I also came to Juehui Temple to pray for blessings today. Lan He felt a little curious, and asked Song Futan to stand in the distance with her backpack, pretending to play around casually, and walked up to them. Anyway, there were many people, and there were other pilgrims listening to them.

The expression of "Rouxiang" was still full of horror: "...So when I woke up, I found out that it was like this. There was a hole in the top of my head, and there was Bai Wuchang around. Later, the police went to see that the statues in the Temple of the City God were all broken!"

The pilgrims made loud noises, seeing that a new urban legend was about to spread again.

The meat-scented man swears: "I definitely didn't lie, the white impermanence hat still says 'come here'..."

Pilgrims: "Everything comes, you tell stories."

Rouxiangnan: "I have a police record here. If you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself. Did the statue of the City God Temple smashed, and did I pierce a hole in my head?"

The monk said solemnly: "If the white impermanence hat says that everyone has come, then what he said must be true. You don't know, there is a difference between black and white impermanence, and some white impermanence hats say the world. Taiping, some have a more irritable temper, and they wrote 'everyone has come'..."

Some people actually echoed: "It's a drop, a drop, I vaguely heard people say it!"

Lan He: "..."

What about the good monks not to lie? Where am I being irritable? ?

Lan He couldn't listen any longer, and walked back, "It's over, Feng Ju has been killed, and new folk customs are really about to appear. I heard people in popular science.

"It makes sense." Hu Qijiu said, "The impermanence admires Master Fan and Master Xie, so they imitated them to write on their hats. After you become famous, there may be people who imitate you. Imitation of your inscriptions, If you also imitate your temper, then it will really form a new genre, hee hee hee.”

Lan He: "..."

Hu Qijiu: "Unless everyone knows that you are impermanent, the Taoists will definitely not mess with science."

Lan He said: "It is impossible to lose the horse if you lose your horse, and it is impossible to lose your horse in this life. I want to warn Ying Shao again."

...

When he was about to arrive at Lan He's house, Song Futan's uncle called him, as if to talk about the new movie he was preparing. He couldn't be too far away from Lan He, so he asked his uncle to go to a cafe near Lan He's house. chat.

After hanging up, he said to Lan He: "Nanyun Temple will deliver the treasure of the temple in a few days, and then I will hand over Beiyun... Also, let's rent the same building as you."

In fact, Song Futan thinks it's good to live together and live in his own house, but the kiss last night seemed to startle Lan He. If he poured out all his thoughts, he would scare Lan He...

"Okay, let's keep our distance at all times. I used to watch third brother Yan arrest ghosts, and it can be dragged for a long time. It shouldn't be a problem to be careful." Lan He said.

Song Futan understood, he was going to the cafe for an appointment. He thought calmly, although he decided to restrain himself, isn't it normal to kiss a lover when parting?

Lan He was about to get out of the car. He saw that Song Futan was still holding the steering wheel, his face was cold and handsome, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe it was about a new movie later, "Mr. Xuanguang bye..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Futan dragged him over to kiss him a few times, and finally kissed the tip of his nose, before crossing his body and helping him open the car door.

Lan He: "...#@%￥#"

He almost tripped as he walked down, feeling a little dizzy from being kissed...

"Shut up, the fox is not allowed to speak." Lan He rubbed her head, stopped Hu Qijiu first, entered the community, and then walked into the elevator and closed the door. She heard someone shouting, etc., and hurriedly pressed it again. door key.

The three men with bags rushed in recklessly. When they looked up, it turned out to be his neighbor and the neighbor's two junior brothers. He nodded politely: "Are you back?"

When Ying Shao heard his voice, he raised his head suddenly, and then took a big step back subconsciously, just in time to be caught by the elevator door.

"Ouch, what's wrong." You took a big step back too seriously. Lan He hurriedly pressed the elevator and asked with concern, "Do you remember something?"

He also said before that he would warn Ying Shao again. Looking at Ying Shao's acting skills, it is really not good. When he saw him, he panicked.

Ying Shao's junior brother hurriedly blocked the door with his hand, "What's wrong with my junior brother!"

Ying Shao: "...No, nothing, I remembered it wrong, I thought I forgot something, haha!"

He gave a soulless laugh.

Lan He: "That's good."

One of Ying Shao's junior brothers quickly took out a pen and paper, and wanted Lan He to sign him. Hehe, never thought about it before. watched "Chasing" recently, and remembered that wanted to collect Lan He's signature.

"Senior brother, please tell me, didn't you go to collect your soul last night? How about it?" Another junior brother shook Ying Shao's hand, "Did you make a lot of money?"

Ying Shao: "..."

Earning is earning... but also burning three million for the employer...

After taking Yu's father back last night, Yu Hangjia kept crying when he found out. He was very moved by crying until Yu's father woke up. He didn't expect him to be a dutiful son. Yu Hangjia was sad, but still paid the appearance fee, so Ying Shao bought a bunch of snacks and fruits that he was reluctant to eat before, and wanted to have a good time.

The younger brother thought that Ying Shao was worried about Lan He, and laughed: "We have been neighbors for so long, whether we are liars or experts, Mr. Lan doesn't mind."

Lan He even smiled: "Yes."

Ying Shao: "..."

If he hadn't seen it with Gu Erzhen last night, he would have thought it was all a dream.

You say, why was this kind of actor not famous before? It's really buried!

When the elevator arrived, Ying Shao's juniors rushed out to open the door first, while Lan He took a step towards Ying Shao and wanted to talk to him.

Ying Shao was under too much psychological pressure, and when his body shook, he subconsciously took a step to the corner, and hugged the snack tightly in his arms.

The gluten taste is actually a bit boring...

Lan He: "..."

...that cheap bastard!

Lan He was speechless, and whispered to Shao: "Don't go out in two days, the junior brother will also send away, and distribute things to you and Gua Er."

Mr. Long was here, and many things were inconvenient, so he simply agreed to divide the ashes in two days.

When Ying Shao saw that he said the lines that belonged to Master Lai with this face, he was still in a trance and nodded tremblingly.

As soon as you get out of the elevator, you have to receive a WeChat message from your peers: "Old Ying Lao Ying, I heard that you summoned the master to fight last night, you are awesome, broadcast the details!", I couldn't help shedding two lines of tears.

Hearing Lan He open the door again, his mother said inside, "I still want to give your hedgehog a bath."

Ying Shao: "..."

...is that the hedgehog he thought?

Besides, "Chasing" was a big success at the box office, because it broke a new record in two weeks of release. Although Yu Hangjia just burned several million, he still fulfilled his promise and held a celebration banquet for the crew, including a luxury hotel banquet hall in the capital.

When Teacher Long was in Beijing, Lan He took her to attend, so that Hu Qijiu and Bai Wu could be recuperated at home. Teacher Long thought that Song Futan was there to pick them up, but he didn't know that Xiao Song had already moved to the same building...

Lan He felt a guilty conscience of falling in love under the eyes of the head teacher. When he arrived at the scene, he concealed his words: "Mr. Xuanguang came here to celebrate Director Liu, do you see where Director Liu is?"

Song Futan also walked towards Liu Chunyang who was talking to Yu Hangjia and others. Yu Hangjia didn't see Gua'er real person beside him. He didn't know if he was recovering. He said lightly, "Director Liu, congratulations."

"Ah????" Liu Chunyang was madly confused, "...Thank you??"

Why does the hanging light appear here? It's not from our crew, but it can't be driven away? ?

On the other hand, Yu Hangjia responded quickly, "Xuanguang, I heard that your new book is being prepared. Is Lao Dou not strong enough..."

For a while, everyone thought that it was Yu Hangjia specially invited, especially when some people heard that he was preparing a new book, they were even more frantic in their hearts.

...

Lan He looked around for a week. The scale of the celebration banquet was quite large. All the main creators of the crew came, and Cheng Haidong, who had not seen him for a long time, of course, it was even longer for Cheng Haidong. Lan He actually met him in an impermanent identity when he left his soul. he is.

"Mom, this is the photographer of our crew, and also my friend, and a fellow from Hunan Province." Lan He introduced Mr. Long.

"Auntie." Cheng Haidong shook hands with Mr. Long. As a fellow villager, he was naturally close. Although he was not in the same city, Cheng Haidong liked to talk a lot. He boasted again, which made Mr. Long very happy.

"Are you from another group?" Lan He asked Cheng Haidong to send Teacher Long to eat snacks. He looked rather haggard after moving the bricks.

Cheng Haidong twisted his neck: "No, the work that ended two days ago, I was exhausted on New Year's Eve, and I had a drink with my friends at noon... By the way, look at this."

He remembered something, took out a box from the satchel, and contained a high-end porcelain bottle, which was the size of two palms, small and simple, "How is it?"

Lan He didn't understand porcelain either, "What, a vase?"

"Hey... that friend who drinks today, owes me ten thousand yuan, and it's not good to collect debts during the Chinese New Year. He said that he got a

Republic of China

The treasure bottle, give me some money. He said it properly, it was made by a porcelain company. I checked it. The company was formerly known as the Ming and Qing Dynasty imperial kilns. "

Cheng Haidong couldn't help but look at it, "Actually, I don't know about porcelain, but I know that the old man in his family does have a hobby and vision in this area. I feel like a real guy. He looks a bit old?"

Lan He didn't understand this either. "If that's true, you might as well stop selling it, and wait and see if it can increase in value."

"I'm afraid that there will be too many dreams at night. It's safe to drop the bag." Cheng Haidong said, the toast had already started at the scene, he quickly put away the bottle, raised his glass and shouted, "Duck!"

At a banquet like this, it is inevitable to drink. Lan He didn't drink much because he brought Teacher Long. Song Futan was entangled by Yu Hangjia and couldn't get out of it for a while. Originally, he was in a romantic mood of inseparable from Lan He. I don't know if I regret it now.

Cheng Haidong had just finished his work. He drank and ate a lot, and soon his eyes were blurred, "It's so good... No way, I have to go to the toilet..."

"Let me hold the bag for you." Lan He said.

"No, no, it's safe..." Cheng Haidong walked to the toilet with his bag in his arms. Lan He laughed twice behind him, saying that he really picked up the treasure.

Cheng Haidong leaned against the wall to go to the toilet. After urinating, he washed his hands and face. When he bent down, he felt even more uncomfortable in his stomach, panicked, and felt nauseated. He wanted to vomit while holding the mirror.

But as soon as he lowered his head, he found that his porcelain vase appeared on the sink at some point, and it was full of delicious food from the banquet.

smell good……

Cheng Haidong, who was paralyzed by alcohol, didn't think there was anything strange about the bottle that was originally in the bag appearing on the sink. He couldn't help reaching out, grabbed a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.

Really delicious.

But the food and drink in the stomach was about to fill the throat...

"Good support, good support." But after saying that, Cheng Haidong couldn't help but put it in his mouth.

...

Lan He chatted with Teacher Long for a while, and felt that Cheng Haidong had never come back. He was afraid that he would drink too much and go to the toilet, so he proposed to go and have a look. When he got up, he glanced at Song Futan, who was dragged by Yu Hangjia to speak.

Song Futan saw Lan He get up and glanced at himself, thinking that this must be a signal, so he quickly said to Yu Hangjia: "I... go to the bathroom."

"Oh." Yu Hangjia was ecstatic, Xuanguang didn't leave the table early today, it seems that there is hope for a wave.

As soon as Song Futan went out, he heard Lan He say, "You also go to the bathroom?"

Song Futan: "..."

"I went to Cheng Haidong. He drank too much and didn't come back for a long time. I was afraid that he would be stuck in the toilet." Lan He really thought about it and explained, "Just come with me, in case you can't carry him. ."

Lan He went into the toilet. Someone just washed their hands and went out. He called Cheng Haidong twice, but no one responded.

There are two or three rows of compartments here, and when he walked to the innermost, he saw a familiar satchel on the ground, with a compartment next to it with the door open.

Lan He carefully pushed it away and saw that Cheng Haidong was sitting on the toilet, holding his porcelain jar in his arms, because in the warm room, after taking off his coat, he could see that his belly was very obvious, bulging like a pregnant six or seven months.

"...Why is your stomach like this?" Lan He's face changed slightly, and when he touched Cheng Haidong, he was out of breath. His body was still warm, but his soul was no longer in his body.

"Is this a scapegoat caught? Or is it destined to be drunk to die?" Lan He didn't even see his colleague passing by, and felt that his stomach and the appearance of dying here with a porcelain bottle were too strange, to Song Futan. Said, "Try to induce vomiting on him, I will find his soul, maybe he will be able to recover!"

Lan He ran to another compartment, locked the door and left the body.

As soon as he came out of the toilet, he searched everywhere for Cheng Haidong's figure. This boy, really don't know whether he was unlucky or lucky, and he hit a ghost again in the first month. Fortunately, he encountered his impermanence.

Lan He looked around, and saw an old ghost in a shroud beside the windowsill, dragging Cheng Haidong's soul, muttering: "Eat you, eat you..."

Cheng Haidong was drunk, still talking about something, hugging the window, not very cooperative.

"Hey!" Lan He shouted, "what are you doing?"

As soon as the old ghost saw Lan He's uniform and the chain dragging under him, he slipped away from the window sill with a swish.

Lan He floated forward, Cheng Haidong was still leaning on the windowsill, he pulled Cheng Haidong, but he didn't cooperate very much.

"What did you get?" Lan He was helpless, and Cheng Haidong's luck was out of the question. His soul hook had already been dismantled into two, and the chain was now tied to his hand as a red thread, and the hook was hung on his waist alone.

Let Hu Qijiu get it right, how to use the soul hook when needed...

He could only make do with it. Lan He's unchained hand held the hook, hung it on the back of Cheng Haidong's neck and dragged it, and picked it up easily.

Lan He was overjoyed, um, that is, the operating space is not so big, and in the future, he can consider using a paper cable to temporarily replace it.

Cheng Haidong felt a chill in his spine at this moment, his body was numb, he opened his eyes immediately, and was stunned when he saw Lan He, "Lan, Master Lan, why are you..."

Lan He angrily frightened him: "Do you still recognize me? You said it was me, you're dead!"

To say that he did impermanence in the first place, he sent Cheng Haidong back to his body first when he was doing the first job. He was determined to continue to do impermanence. The first thing he did was to restore Cheng Haidong's soul. What kind of fate is this?

"Cough cough..." Cheng Haidong's mind was still awake, not even afraid, he smirked twice, his eyes floated back down his arms, from his perspective, I saw Impermanence's wide robe and big sleeves covering it as if he had no hands.Before the chain, only a hook was exposed, hooking the back of his neck.

"Fuck," Cheng Haidong burped, "Master, you also said that there is no navy in the underworld, and you've become a pirate against the water..."

Lan He: "???"