The Dream Master

"This is Taoist Master Luo, Elder Chun Qiu Guan, sinking." Shen Luo didn't have the same knowledge as a concierge, so he reported to his family.

"It turned out to be Luo Xianchang and Shen Xianchang." The middle-aged man saluted again.

"You are Ma Simo who wrote to Chunqiu Guan? What is the relationship between you and Ma Xingming?" Luo Daoren turned his head and looked over and asked.

"Ma Xingming is the great-grandfather in the next." Ma Simo was swept away by Taoist Luo's eyes, full of spirits, and answered honestly.

"Can there be a genealogy?" Luo Daoren asked again.

"Yes, please take a look at Dao Chief." Ma Simo seemed to be ready a long time ago. He took out a black silk-covered book from his arms and handed it over.

Shen Luo hurriedly reached out and took it, holding it in front of Luo Daoren.

Luo Daoren grabbed the booklet with one hand, just flipped it casually, and then threw the genealogy back to Shen Luo.

"Ma Xingming used to study art in the Spring and Autumn Period. Although he did not achieve much, he made a contribution to this concept. Therefore, he was awarded a token by the Guanzhong. Now I confirm that you are Ma Xingming's descendants. Follow the rules of my Spring and Autumn Period. , You have an opportunity to ask Spring and Autumn Views for help." Luo Taoist turned around and said with a serious face.

"Thank you Mr. Dao." Ma Simo was overjoyed, and then reverently invited the two into the house.

Entering the gate, the scenery in front of you suddenly opens up. It is a square courtyard the size of acres. In the middle is a two-foot-wide bluestone road leading to the magnificent main hall inside.

On the left of Qingshi Road is a flowerbed filled with various flowers and trees, and on the right is a pond. Several overwater lofts have been built, connected to each other by a trestle bridge. A layer of green lotus leaves floats in the pond, dotted with pink lotus flowers.

There is also a side courtyard on the left and right sides of the courtyard. There are also many houses, pavilions and pavilions, but they are separated by the courtyard wall, making it difficult to see.

Several people walked through the yard and came to the main hall to sit down. Two young and beautiful maids brought tea.

"Jushi Ma, the letter you wrote to Benguan only vaguely mentions the ghosts in the mansion. What kind of ghosts are they? Has anyone seen it with their own eyes?" Luo Taoist took a sip of tea without talking nonsense. Asked straightaway.

"The old king of the nursing home who watched the night saw it. It is said to be a female ghost in red, but he didn't take it seriously. He fainted on the spot and fell ill the next day. He has not yet been able to get out of bed. Several black dogs in the yard died one after another. When they died, they were bleeding from seven holes...There are also some places in the house where there are some fishy and smelly water stains every morning, sometimes in the front hall, sometimes in the backyard. Another time he appeared directly in my bedroom.” Ma Simo said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve gown, his complexion was also a little pale.

Shen Luo stood aside, listening to Ma Simo talking about strange things, while looking around, he felt that this luxuriously decorated mansion was indescribably gloomy.

"Although only a few dogs have died and no lives have been killed yet, who knows what will happen in a few days. Luo Xianchang, I am willing to give a hundred taels of gold to the Spring and Autumn Views, and I beg Dao Chang to cast down demons and eliminate ghosts and save them. My Ma family." Ma Simo became more and more frightened as he said, his voice trembling in the end, he got up and arched his hands.

"Jushi Ma is polite. If there are real ghosts, Pang Dao will naturally not stand idly by." A trace of satisfaction flashed in Luo Daoren's eyes, but the cloud in his mouth said lightly.

Ma Simo thanked him again and again, and his emotions calmed down.

"Just based on what Jushi Ma said, it is impossible to tell what kind of ghost it is. The bedridden nursing home can be in the mansion? Peng Dao wants to ask him something." Luo Daoren groaned and said.

"It's...it's a coincidence that Lao Wang was recuperating at the mansion. Yesterday, his family was worried and came to take him back to the country." Ma Simo wiped the sweat from his face and said hesitantly.

"Oh, it's okay, Ma Jushi said that every night there will be an extra pool of fishy water stains in the house, and you can see something from this thing.

"Yes, they appeared in the backyard, but the thing was too unpleasant, I have let the servants clean it and rinse it off." Ma Simo lowered his head and said awkwardly.

"Are the few dead black dogs still there? Didn't you deal with them?" Luo Daoren was speechless, and continued to ask after a pause.

"The black dog is here!" Ma Simo immediately raised his head and said with joy.

Luo Daoren also sighed in relief, waved his hand, and let Ma Simo take him over.

After a while.

In a room in the backyard for storing miscellaneous items, Luo Daoren squatted halfway on the ground, looking at the three dead black dogs, Shen Luo standing respectfully behind Luo Daoren.

Ma Simo was afraid, staying outside did not dare to come in.

The dog has been dead for a long time, with a shrunken body, and the blood flowing out of the seven orifices has dried up. From the twisted face of the dog, it can be seen that it is full of extreme panic, and it seems to see very terrible things.

Shen Luo saw the death of the three black dogs, his eyelids twitched, and the long-haired ghost he encountered in Mengjing Mountain Village suddenly appeared in his mind.

Luo Dao touched a black dog with his hand, then pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrows, and then retracted his finger after a while.

"Master Luo, these black dogs are strangely dead, how did they die?" Shen Luo stepped forward and asked softly when he stopped.

"Seven holes to bleed is a manifestation of death by absorbing the essence, ordinary ghosts have this ability, no need to make a fuss." Luo Daoren said dismissively.

After Shen Luo heard the words, he felt relieved in his heart, and Master Luo would just be sure.

Luo Taoist seemed to have understood what he wanted to understand, and ignored these dead dogs, turned and walked out of the backyard, Shen Luo quickly followed.

"Luo Xianchang, what did you find?" Outside the courtyard, Ma Simo greeted him and asked.

"Everything is under control, but we still need to confirm it again. Please trouble Ma Jushi to take us around in the mansion." Luo Taoist said.

Naturally, Ma Simo would not refuse, and now he personally took the two around the Mafu again.

Shen Luo knew that Taoist Luo was looking for a place to hide the ghost, and followed behind to pay attention.

But the two found the front gate compound from the backyard, and then to the left and right courtyards. They searched the entire mansion and found nothing.

"It shouldn't be..." Luo Daoren frowned and muttered to himself.

"Master Luo, did the ghost come from outside? It's daytime and it has already run away." Shen Luo guessed.

"No, the entire Ma Mansion is surrounded by Yin Qi, and the ghost is definitely hidden here. It seems that the hidden thing is very secret and difficult to find." Luo Daoren shook his head and said.

"Luo Xianchang, but I can't find the ghost? The wizards who have been invited a few times before are also like this, what can we do." Ma Simo was frustrated.

"Jushi Ma, don't worry, there is only a small trick for ghosts and monsters, I have my own way to make it appear." Luo Daoren was swept a little, and snorted coldly.

He immediately instructed Ma Simo to prepare joss sticks, make a case, and also ordered some yellow paper and cinnabar.

Ma Simo had invited a few mages before. These things were already prepared, and he was immediately carried over after hearing the words. According to the arrangement of Luo Taoist, the confession was placed in the center of the main courtyard, and joss sticks were placed on it. Fruits and other things have built an altar.