Today, Xiao Zhang found a pilgrim who was in a dilemma.

Wu Qi sat on the cushion and stared ahead.

A young male ghost with a melancholy complexion appeared on the statue of the god.

He murmured in his mouth: "God, god, if you can hear it, please tell me what I should do..."

Wu Qi spoke: "Let's talk about it."

The other party's voice came to an abrupt end, and it took a while to react: "There is a god!"

Wu Qi reminded: "Since you can be a ghost, isn't it normal to have gods?"

The male ghost was stunned: "I just heard that the ancient immortals have disappeared now, and the gods almost never listened to prayers... I didn't expect it to be effective."

"I am Huang Daojun. I have something to say and say goodbye if I have nothing to do." Wu Qi said quickly.

There is also a troublesome demon coach at the door. Maybe he will rush in at any time, because his time is limited.

"Daojun, Chu Yi, a native of Yizhou, was originally a Confucian scholar. He died of the epidemic last month. After his death, no ghost messenger came to take me, so he wandered all the way."

After Chu Yi turned into a wandering ghost, he wandered in Jiannan Road.

He didn't want to go back to his hometown to scare his parents and relatives, and he didn't know where to go, so he circled around Chengdu Prefecture.

The summer is long and the sun is fierce, which is very harmful to ghosts. Other ghosts are covered by shade, so Chu Yi can only find caves and abandoned mansions to avoid exposure to the sun.

After the sun sets, hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and ghosts wander in groups of three or one by one, or have a private meeting.

Chu Yi had not yet integrated into the ghostly life, so he could only continue to walk aimlessly.

Even if he died for a few days, he would always forget about this. He would subconsciously touch the candlestick and books as soon as he opened his eyes at night.

But Chu Yi also has something that cannot be avoided, hunger.

Ghosts will also be hungry.

If relatives and friends offer incense, candles and food during their lifetime, they can keep the ghosts and ghosts from living in the world. If they do not offer, they will keep the ghosts hungry and thin, and die and become vigilant.

"A man dies as a ghost, ghost dies as a holy, voice dies as a holy, hope dies as a flaw, and death is a flaw, and death is invisible."

This sentence has been widely circulated among ghosts.

People have six deaths, and ghosts have five deaths until they completely dissipate between heaven and earth.

But the ghosts have never seen the sound. It is said that the sound can only exist in the ghost courtyard under the underworld.

God has a divine pivot, and ghosts have a ghost courtyard. The ghost courtyard is the end point after the death of the five ghosts.

He was so hungry that he was exhausted and thin, so he learned to help the servants in the world, and went to people who believed in Buddhism to help, push the mills and pound rice all day long. These people thought that it was Gods and Buddhas who appeared, so they sent little ghosts to help, but they respectfully worshiped the gods and Buddhas.

Chu Yi was sad and angry.

A fat old ghost told him that it was not done like this, that was the way in the world, and there were methods in the underworld.

The other party gave him an idea and asked him to do it immediately to ensure it is effective.

Chu Yi was skeptical and ran to a house, knocking on the window, and knocking on the door frequently at night.

The family was frightened and realized that a ghost came to the door, so they immediately prepared sweet and fruit wine and cooked incense and sacrificed in the courtyard.

Chu Yi and Fat Ghost both ate enough.

"Do you understand? If you want to eat, you have to make trouble. It won't work if you work alone."

"We are wandering ghosts, and we cannot get to the gods and go down to the underworld. If we want to live in the world, we have to do this. Of course, don't go too far, just act like this, otherwise it will be miserable if we attract monks and Jianyouwei."

After this incident, Chu Yi became more and more confused as he thought about it. The things in front of him were completely contrary to the etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame learned during his lifetime.

If you don't do this, the already weak goblin will become thinner and thinner until you become a hot topic.

Chu Yi couldn't think about it, so he could only turn to the gods and immortals.

He prayed and prayed in nearby temples at night, hoping to be enlightened by the immortals and Buddhas and relieved his confusion.

...

"Daojun, should I continue to make trouble? But if I don't make trouble, I can't survive. Please teach me."

This problem bothered Chu Yi and caused him great suffering, but it was not difficult for Wu Qi.

"Go to find two traveling ghosts from Chengdu Prefecture, Li Qian and Wu Chong, and join the 'misfortune ghost' they formed, and you can trade labor for ghost food like the world of the world."

The group of ghosts in the misunderstanding has become increasingly large, which is due to the weakness of the underworld, and because Li Qian and Wu Chong are properly managed. The ghosts have a formal group title and are able to enter the vision of monks and government officials in all directions.

According to the Nine Thousand Kings, the current ghosts in Yizhou either rushed to Chengdu Prefecture to join the ghost of misfortune or went to Yinqiu Mountain.

The ghosts of the misunderstanding have gradually begun to undertake some government work and participate in night patrols outside Chengdu Prefecture, which greatly alleviated the manpower pressure of the Jianyou Guard and the City Defense Forces, and also expanded the surrounding safety margin.

Although the government does not allocate much money, at least it will not be hungry and misleading.

For You Gui, who is disliked by everyone and bullied by monsters, this is a stable job.

"So there is such a thing..."

Chu Yi was overjoyed: "Thank you for advice! Chu will go to them now."

The ghost gradually disappeared.

——Get the incense of the ghost soldier Chu Yi and gained ten years of cultivation.

Wu Qi opened his eyes slowly.

So far, he has had 880 years of cultivation.

Chu Yi's affairs are not big, but Wu Qi cares about the several pieces of information he revealed.

After the ghost dies, it turns into a voice. The voice never appears in the world, so it is difficult to judge its existence form. The ghost also faces another level of fear of death. The desire for survival forces them to make some choices to continue their existence.

Among the ghosts in the world, the ghosts are a large number of groups. If you want to handle ghost matters well, you have to consider the personal difficulties of the ghosts.

Furthermore, Chu Yi died of the epidemic.

An epidemic is a plague.

There was a plague in Yizhou, which is also Jiannan Road, but Chengdu Prefecture was unaware of it. The matter must be informed as soon as possible and verified on the spot to avoid the spread of the epidemic.

...

Wu Qi walked out of the East Temple and saw the demonic handsome Qingqiang still standing outside the temple, holding a knife in his hand and closing his eyes to rest.

Sensing the gaze, Qing Qiang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly under his hat, and he had a sense of majesty.

He is seven feet tall, wearing a green parrot robe, red phoenix eyes, beard on his temples, and two sunburned scars on his cheekbones, showing his male masculinity all over his body.

"Are you ready?"

“Not yet.”

Wu Qi explained: "We need to go to the Jianyouwei Yamen to report something important, please wait a little longer."

Qing Qiang didn't frown: "Waiting for you."

Wu Qi bowed and rushed to Shu County.

Unexpectedly, the Dragon Girl of the Shui Shui was not in the Youwei Yamen. Xu Shujing said that she personally took Dayou "Bing" to Chang'an, Kyoto, and would not come back in two days. Dayou who is alive is of great value, and the Tang Dynasty court is willing to pay high rewards for this.

Wu Qi had no choice but to ask Xu Shujing to tell Yizhou about the epidemic.

"This matter is quite slight..."

Xu Shujing made a quick decision and arranged the staff: "Sanyuan, you go to Yizhou and touch the background there. Don't disturb the local government, just ask for some real information and come back quickly to report."

Cheng Sanyuan clasped his fists: "Yes, sir."

After he got the order, he immediately took a horse and headed straight to Yizhou.

Then, Wu Qi and Xu Shujing discussed the issue of epidemic.

After communication, Wu Qicai discovered that Xu Shujing showed enough vigilance against the epidemic.

"I didn't expect that Taoist priests have also studied the disease and the three methods of cloth covering, washing hands, and isolating are both practical and concise..."

Xu Shujing praised: "It's really a good way to prevent Yu Weiran! When Lord Si Duwei comes back, Xu will give advice! The Taoist priest has great talent in his heart!"

Wu Qi waved his hand: "I just read more miscellaneous books. One idea may not be correct. It is better to ask more doctors."

This is a precious experience summarized by generations of people after experiencing disasters. Xu Shujing listened to it, and it was always useful.

It was already midnight when Wu Qi returned to Fuyun Temple. The mountain was pitch black and frogs roared.

He stuffed two Qi-replenishing pills into his mouth and sat cross-legged on the bed to rest.

When he was almost asleep, Wu Qi suddenly woke up.

Oops! Forgot someone.

Wu Qi pasted Zhang Jia horse talisman and ran all the way to the East Temple.

The temple was silent and dark. Under the moonlight, Qing Qiang in the courtyard outside the temple was still holding a knife in his hand, not moving a single step.

He seemed to sense something, and slowly opened his eyes: "Is it here?"

Wu Qi solemnly bowed: "Sorry, I'm late."

"It's not too late."

Qing Qiang threw down his hat and showed his firm face. He stepped on his feet and a knife in his hand. The moonlight was as bright as snow.

The demonic power was surging and he looked at him without looking at him: "Today's battle is just a battle of loyalty, and no questions asked about anything else."

Wu Qibi gave his thumbs up: "Be honest."

Wu Qi was very sorry for letting Qingqiang wait outside the East Temple for a whole day.

He pressed the hilt of the sword with his hands, and his 880 years of cultivation were all stimulated under the body forging technique.
Chapter completed!