How sharp was Tang Ye's hearing? He knew it immediately after a slight disturbance. He turned around and was about to punch.

With a "Ouch", the man who was touching him quietly was frightened. It was Wencai, holding a peach wood sword in his hand.

"It's you?"

"Why are you?"

The two spoke in unison.

Tang Ye relaxed and shrugged: "I can't sleep and heard the sound of coffins rubbing, so I came to check it out."

Wen Cai had a pair of small eyes, looked left and right, and lowered his voice: "This is all auditory hallucination, and it was deliberately made by the ghosts."

Tang Ye was stunned: "Aren't they sealed?"

"It was sealed, but it was not completely sealed. Those guys were so terrible. But I was used to it. Anyway, I closed the door and went to bed at night, not listening or asking. I drank too much wine tonight, got up to pee, and saw someone shaking here, so I came to take a look."

"So that's it, okay, it's okay, I'll go back to sleep."

It’s time to read, it’s time to touch, and there are still some things that don’t understand. Let’s get up tomorrow and study it slowly.

In this way, Tang Ye lived in the Yizhuang Village.

Although there are zombies and evil spirits here, as long as you adapt, you feel more comfortable than living in the city.

Wencai is a wonderful person. He talks a lot and chats all day long. He talks a lot of nonsense. He sometimes talks about which village eldest daughter-in-law died and her husband died, and then he talks about whose yellow dog is mate...

There is no logic at all.

This mouth is even more feminine than a woman.

Tang Ye could understand him. Although he had been guarding the charity village alone for a long time, he must have suffered a lot of mental pressure.

This pressure requires a chance to be released. When he is alone, he often talks to the coffin and to the jars and jars.

Now that Tang Ye is caught, I will talk endlessly.

Tang Ye is a good listener because he didn't listen at all, just pretending to listen.

It's enough to have this attitude.

Wencai is a chatterbox, and he is diligent in his hands and feet and has a good cooking skills. He will be able to enjoy the food. If he is in the county town, he will be able to eat outside every day, and the meal time will not be on time.

If he goes by himself, he will have to pay.

There is not much money left on Tang Ye...

Why not do it if you have a charity village to keep food and accommodation?

He is not a casual meal, he helps Wencai work every day, such as burning incense and adding oil, changing yellow talismans, cleaning, etc. After two or three days of work, he is already familiar with it and very skillful.

These things are not difficult, they are all chores. As long as people are brave and not afraid, they can do them freely.

Over the past few days, Taoist Master Linghe has not known where he has gone, and has never been too far away. He has arranged Tang Ye in the charity house with confidence.

But there is nothing to worry about. Tang Ye is not an ordinary boy.

Time flies quickly, and after a moment of calculation, today's thirteenth, and in two days, it will be the Zhongyuan Festival.

This festival is a very serious festival for the charity village, which exceeds the traditional festivals of Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival.

As a Maoshan Gate who often deals with evil spirits, the annual ghost gate opens has extraordinary special significance.

Every year during the Zhongyuan Festival, I will be careful.

Especially this year.

Taoist Master Linghe has said a few times, this year, may disasters come.

And at this joint eye, Uncle Jiu from Dinghai Shen Needle was out again and had not come back yet.

He is not in the charity village, so who knows what trouble will happen then?

Early in the morning, the shop owner in Yin Street in the county town sent someone to deliver a cart of items, of course, all of which were for Yin people.

This was ordered early.

A cart full of incense, candles, paper money, paper people, paper horses... are made very exquisitely and vividly.

The goods ordered by the Yizhuangzhuang are not afraid to cut corners; they are all old customers, they have friendships and know the truth.

Wen Cai said that on the night of the Zhongyuan Festival, the sealed evil spirits will become restless and may even cause trouble, so you should prepare more to burn them.

Before these evil spirits and evil spirits were taken down by Uncle Jiu, many of them had been cultivated to the point of being difficult to deal with. Although they are sealed, some yin energy is still leaking out. I usually make some hallucinations. When the ghost gate is special, it is hard to say whether I will take the opportunity to cause trouble.

Burning more things to them is equivalent to sootheing the ghost's heart.

As the saying goes: The dark money leads the way, and monsters give way.

Those things contain yin energy, and ghosts and gods will accept it with a smile. When they feel comfortable, they will be stable.

The simple truth is just like giving money to do things in the world.

In the evening, a car stopped outside the gate of Yizhuang.

When you see this car, you know that it is a fake foreigner who is here.

As expected, Mr. Zhao got off the car and opened the car door to his cousin Ren Tingting very attentively, looking very gentlemanly.

This was not the first time they came to Yizhuang, Wencai ran out happily with a smile on his face: "Miss Tingting, you are here."

This flattering look was like a dog named "Wangcai" raised in a charity village, just a shaking tail.

Ren Tingting is beautiful, polite, and can easily gain favor from people. She smiled sweetly: "May I ask, is your master Jiu Uncle back?"

When Wencai was shaken by this smile, he seemed to drink a pound of wine and was dizzy. He smiled foolishly: "My master hasn't returned yet... Miss Tingting, please come in and sit down."

Hearing this, Ren Tingting sighed: "I won't go in... Wencai, if your master comes back, please come to my house and notify me."

"Okay, no problem, I'll cover it with me."

Wencai still smiled foolishly, wishing his master would come back soon. Then he would have the chance to enter the city and go to Ren Mansion to see this beautiful lady.

Mr. Zhao said impatiently, "Cousin, why do you have to find this house? There are other Taoist priests and monks in the county."

Ren Tingting was frowning: "I have found several people, but they are helpless. They are scared to run away after a glance. An old Taoist priest said that the blessing of my father is the Heavenly Official, which is very difficult..."

God's blessing?

Tang Ye, who was standing aside watching the fun, keenly caught this word, his eyes flashed, and he walked over and shouted, "Ms. Ren, please stay."

Ren Tingting, who had half her body in the car, was stunned, poked her head out and asked, "What are you?"

I feel familiar, but I haven't remembered it for a while.

The fake foreigner was impressed by Tang Ye and shouted: "It's you kid, come and get close."

Tang Ye ignored him and said to Ren Tingting: "Miss Ren, we have seen it. My master is Taoist Linghe, and Uncle Jiu is my master, and my name is Tang Ye."

Ren Tingting said oh and asked politely: "You call me, is there something wrong?"

Tang Ye smiled slightly: "It's not that I have something to do, it's that you have something to do, is it?"

Ren Tingting forced a smile, not understanding what Tang Ye meant.

Tang Ye stopped politely and went straight to the point: "Ms. Ren, maybe I can help with your family affairs."

"Just you?"

The fake foreigner almost jumped up.
Chapter completed!