"Um, did I guess wrong?"

The dwarf old man tilted his head,

"Tao Xing has regressed again, alas."

The dwarf old man took out a cigarette and started smoking it, feeling very melancholy.

Zhou Ze calmed down, he couldn't say, your calculation seems to be reasonable?

"Old senior, I came here to ask about ghost missions."

"Gui Cha?" The old dwarf frowned, "I asked you, a young man like you, why do you ask about Gui Cha when you have nothing to do? Those people are not that easy to get along with. You still have to avoid them when you meet them.

You have a physical body and can come back to life. This is a great opportunity, so just enjoy it on your own."

The old man said in confusion.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. The old man in front of him couldn't see that he was a ghost?

Although he was a temporary worker, judging from the old man's previous deductions, he was definitely not half-assed, but he was not able to discover his identity as a ghost at all.

Does this mean that little Luoli really treats herself as a temporary worker, and apart from the so-called "Gate to Hell", she actually has other important things that she doesn't give herself at all?

Xu Qinglang once said that Luoli came and went in a hurry, and she definitely didn't really want to take over the job. She just had something to do, so she temporarily became a free young man.

As for the reason why he wants to be a strong man, isn't it because he values ​​​​that he will not take the initiative to cause trouble and will not cause trouble for her when he is on duty?

But Zhou Ze must master this identity. His life has been ruined once. This time, he must completely hold it in his hands. The identity of Gui Cha is the best talisman to protect him.

You won’t end up in a black hole and live in fear all day long.

Zhou Ze opened his palm to the old man, letting the sign appear in front of him.

The old man's face immediately condensed, and then his breathing slowed down for a moment. At the same time, his eyes rolled around, and then he suddenly realized:

"I understand, that girl with the long tongue pulled you out to be the substitute."

The old dwarf man put his hands behind his back and circled back and forth on the mound, as if he was thinking about something. Zhou Ze stood by and did not disturb him.

Finally, the old man asked again: "What do you mean by asking me about the ghost mission?"

"For the harmony of hell and the peace of the world, better contribute your own strength."

"Oh." The old man shook his head and nodded, "Hey, I know what you want to do. Do you want to replace that girl with a long tongue?"

Zhou Ze did not refute,

Failure to refute means acquiescence.

"There is no way, and it is very simple." The old dwarf muttered, "Because you brought me so many gifts tonight, I will tell you."

"All ears."

"In the Confucian Temple, all the saints live. The saints are above. People walk on the path of the world, and ghosts go to the Naihe Bridge. The saints see clearly at a glance.

Do you think this is true?"

"Yes." Zhou Ze nodded.

"The long-tongued girl gives you this key, which is equivalent to giving you half of your identity, but she can take it away at any time." The dwarf old man muttered: "But as long as you enter the Confucian Temple, I will personally pray to the saint, and you will be here again."

In front of the saint, you express your stance, make a guarantee, and express your determination.

In other words, if you say the beautiful words you said before more beautifully, as long as one of the saints nods, your identity will be confirmed.

But there is one thing you need to be careful about. The saint’s vision is like a torch and he sees everything. Once you have evil thoughts or do something outrageous in the future, you will be punished not only by the laws of the underworld, but also by the wrath of the saint!"

The old dwarf looked serious.

"Is it that simple?" Zhou Ze asked.

"How difficult it is." The old dwarf sighed, "If you want to gain the favor of a saint and grant you an identity, this can only be a method, a temporary method."

Zhou Ze nodded and said, "Then let's try it."

The dwarf old man walked to the door of the Confucian Temple and blew inside. There was a "click" sound from behind the door. It should be that the latch of the big red wooden door fell.

"You go in first and talk properly in front of the saint's statue. Next, I will make arrangements for you."

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand to open the door, looked at the dwarf old man beside him, and saw that he was standing there motionless, and said a little strangely:

"Old-timer, won't you go in with me?"

"You're just kidding me. I'm just a lackey under the saint's throne. How dare I blindly wander in front of the saint for nothing? You have half an official body, but just go in."

Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward and walked in.

The old man gently closed his hands, and the wooden door closed again.

"Speak carefully to the saint!"

Then, the old man took out another cigarette and bit it in his mouth. The cigarette burned directly without the need to light it.

After smoking a cigarette, the old man smiled, took off his gong and drum, and banged it hard!

Only a crisp sound was heard,

The old man shouted with a raised voice:

"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful about the fire!"

Immediately afterwards,

Another gong sounded:

"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful about the fire!"

The old man was beating the gong, singing and dancing at the entrance of the Confucian Temple, a bit like the Northeastern dance master.

He is short in stature and looks even more naive when he jumps up and down.

"Boy, please continue to chat more with the saint statue and express your opinions more, I will help you go to heaven to listen!"

The dwarf old man shouted into the Confucian Temple.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, senior."

Zhou Ze's voice came from behind the wall.

"It's not hard, it's not hard. In the future, just bring me a few more cigarettes and come visit me from time to time. I have no children or grandchildren, and I have lost all my flattery. It is very difficult to smoke a cigarette now."

There is no shortage of food and drink in the Confucian Temple, but even if I had ten guts, I would not dare to touch the things in front of the sage."

The old dwarf laughed "hahaha",

Then he continued to beat his gong happily.

"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful about the fire!"

"Bang!" The gong sounded!

"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful about the fire!"

"Bang!" the gong sounded.

The sound of the gong becomes deeper and deeper every time,

At the same time, the old dwarf's mallet originally wrapped in white cloth began to soak with blood.

at the beginning,

The blood color was just faint dots, but as the gong was struck again and again, the blood color began to spread.

It started to become thicker and dazzling,

to the end,

Every time the dwarf old man struck, he could knock out a large amount of plasma, which dyed his clothes and gave his originally naive and cute image a bit of ferocity!

"The sky is dry and things are dry, little! Heart! Fire! Candle!"

"boom!"

The last gong sounded,

The dwarf old man directly threw the red gongs and drums in his hands into the Confucian Temple, and at the same time shouted at the top of his voice:

"The saint opens his eyes, the evil spirit is punished!"

After shouting the last voice,

The old man's whole body felt as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. His body became much blurrier than before, and even had a vague tendency to become sluggish.

But he still smiled wildly and shouted inside:

"Are you comfortable? Are you comfortable now?"

"uncomfortable."

Zhou Ze's voice came from behind the wall.

"It's okay if you feel uncomfortable, junior, I will teach you today what it means that things in the world are impermanent and people's hearts are unpredictable!

The human heart is separated from the belly, let alone a ghost!

I have sacrificed a lot of merit to accompany you, but I still want to ask the saint to kill you!"

"I...have a grudge against you?"

Zhou Ze's voice came from the other side of the wall, full of confusion.

"Enmity? Of course there is enmity!" The old dwarf was in a daze, but he continued to shout: "I will not reincarnate, fall into reincarnation, or rush to another life!

Accompanying this Confucian Temple and serving these ancestors day and night,

in order,

Isn’t it just to accumulate some virtue for future generations and to deceive the descendants for a while?

The population of my lineage has been thin due to the chaos caused by my ancestors, so I have no choice but to stay here, just to keep the incense flowing!

But a year ago, my last generation of descendants, a single heir, disappeared!

What’s the point of letting me, a young escort, pretend to be a grandson?”

The old dwarf cried,

"Isn't it fun to spend time with these clay statues every day?

Hahaha, God is wise. On that day, there was a lot of competition among the 'door washers', so I just glanced at you and lent you a cigarette to smoke.

Didn't see anything at all,

Today, you just asked me to do the math and go to hell with your Liuwei Dihuang Pills!

You let me figure out that you are inextricably linked to the death of my last generation of descendants!

This is the cause of your creation, and now it’s up to you to take over the consequences!

I will exchange the merits of my sixty years of accompanying you for your soul.

You’re worth it! You’re not at a loss!”

"That descendant of yours died on the operating table?" Zhou Ze asked behind the wall.

"No, he didn't die on the operating table. He died in a car accident."

The old dwarf wiped his tears. Although his figure was much blurred, his tears seemed to have blood-red spots.

"I didn't drive in my last life."

Zhou Ze also wanted to say that he was hit by a car in his previous life.

"That drunk-driving bastard, he should have died, and his life should have expired, but you just rescued him on the operating table and kept him alive for half a month!

Finally, when his time came, he died in a car accident while driving drunk, but his lovely great-great-grandson was also involved in the accident, and he also died in the car accident.

you say,

Is this your cause and effect?

Is this your fault?

Is this a debt you owe?"

"Your brain circuit is really powerful." Zhou Ze sighed.

The dwarf old man, who was slowly recovering from the excitement of revenge at the beginning, suddenly discovered something extremely strange. It stands to reason that he had lost a lot of his merits as an escort and asked a saint in the Confucian Temple to open his eyes.

According to the usual behavior of those mud-born saints, who are extremely lazy on weekdays, as long as there is a ghost in front of them when they open their eyes, even the real ghosts can be killed, let alone the real Zhou Ze?

Shouldn't Zhou Ze's soul be shattered and scattered at the sight of the saint, and he should be suffering from great pain?

Why do you always have a relaxed tone when you respond to yourself?

This is not right,

This is not right!

"How could you be okay? How could you be okay!"

The dwarf old man suddenly shouted,

He has ruined the merits of being an escort in one fell swoop!

Zhou Ze walked out from behind the other side of the wall,

Looking at the dwarf old man.

The Confucian Temple is surrounded by a rectangular wall. When Zhou Ze was talking, he was standing outside the other wall, so when the dwarf old man stood at the main entrance, it sounded like Zhou Ze was standing in the temple and answering to himself.

The dwarf old man felt as if he was being shocked by electricity. He looked at Zhou Ze who appeared outside the Confucian Temple with disbelief.

"Why are you outside? How did you get out!"

Zhou Ze pursed his lips and said:

"You have been in this unit for so long,
Chapter completed!