My beggar Hua Youque, I am eighteen years old this year.

I don’t know where I came from. According to my master, I picked it up from the garbage dump.

Therefore, since I became sensible, I have been living with him in this almost isolated Niuxi Village. The folk customs in the village are very simple.

My master is a Taoist priest, known as Hua Lao Dao. If there is a wedding or a wedding in this village, he will be found.

Some people from the city even came to ask him to do it and drive away the dirty things.

But he didn't go to all invitations. He ignored some invitations at all, and I didn't know the specific reason. When I asked him why, he always told me drunk that he would be guilty of his own sins and would not live.

Although he was sloppy and drunk all day long, he was indeed a very powerful Taoist priest. Because I have been to the city with it several times and have seen him look like he was catching ghosts.

I saw it very clearly. When I saw that the master had not even chanted the spell or took out the talisman, the ghost was already trembling. It seemed that there was something on the master's body that scared the ghost.

At first I was also curious about why, but later after reading some Taoist books, I realized that this is a kind of energy, a kind of righteous spirit unique to those who practice Taoism.

But not every Taoist priest will have this kind of righteousness, and only some Taoist priests with profound Taoism will appear.

So, I think the master must be a very powerful Taoist priest.

As for why he became addicted to alcohol, I never dared to ask him. No, I asked once, but after I asked, he threw me a talisman without saying a word, which made me unable to move all day. After this day, my body was already weak, sore all over my body.

Since that time, I have never dared to ask him. Who knows what talisman he will throw on me next time? If I throw a Five Thunder Talisman on my head... My little body cannot withstand that toss.

Speaking of ghosts, perhaps most people will not believe their existence. But I can tell you with certainty that ghosts really exist!

Some of them may hang on the wall and stare at you quietly. Some will lie leisurely under your bed.

Perhaps, when you watch TV in the middle of the night, they will sit quietly beside you, and maybe watch TV with you. Because, they are everywhere.

But not everyone can see ghosts. Even Taoist priests as powerful as my master, they have to open their eyes before catching ghosts, so most people do not believe in their existence.

As for why I can see it, because... I am born with a pair of yin and yang eyes.

That’s right, I have been able to see ghosts since I was a child, and I have also seen many kinds of ghosts, including some terrifying and harmful ghosts!

But ghosts are not as terrible as people imagine. Ordinary ghosts will not harm people. They will all be very friendly because when they die, they have no resentment in their hearts and human nature still exists.

However, I don’t know if it is because of the Yin and Yang eyes, so I am born with only one soul and one spirit, and only one ball of yang fire. So... I am almost dying!

In fact, I should have died eighteen years ago. If the master hadn't used the soul gathering talisman to stabilize my only soul and spirit and maintain the weak yang fire on my head to be immortal, I would have been dispersed.

My name, Hua Youque, was given by my master, but I always feel that I have heard of this name somewhere.

I have learned Taoist techniques, spells, handprints, and talismans with my master for more than ten years, and I have long been familiar with it in my heart.

But for eighteen years, my body has become weaker day by day. Because of my lack of soul power, I can't even draw the simplest ghost-exorcist talisman.

My soul is dissipating little by little, so how could I have extra soul power to draw talismans?

The master said that according to my current situation, I will definitely not live to be twenty years old. So he thought of a solution, which is to let me go to school.

He said that the campuses in big cities are crowded and full of young people, with sufficient yang energy there. Perhaps I can continue my life there.

But as for whether it can be done or not, how long it can be lived depends on my own luck.

To be honest, I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to die.

I still have many things I have never experienced before. If I really want to die, at least I have to let me taste the taste of a woman first. As I grow up so big, I have not even touched a woman's hand.

I heard my master say that Widow Wang at the village head was very excited, and I also wanted to taste the taste of a woman.

So, I don’t want to die, I must find a way to survive, I want a woman! Well, I want a beautiful woman.

Now, I am half lying on the rattan chair in front of the house, looking up at the stars in the sky, thinking about the short life I have left, how should I spend?

And tomorrow, I will leave here, Niuxi Village, my master, and go to the bustling metropolis.

What a desirable place for big cities! I think I can definitely fulfill my long-cherished wish there. There are so many women in big cities...

"Hey, Xiao Huahua, are you really leaving tomorrow?" Suddenly, a voice sounded beside me.

I didn't move anyway, and still looked up at the deep sky and sighed: "Well, I'm leaving, otherwise I'll really die in two years. Although I might die even after I go out, I have to try it."

I don’t have to look at my voice, but it’s Xiaobao’s voice. Xiaobao is a ghost friend of mine, and I met him when I was eight years old.

He is very kind to me and is very loyal. Over the years, except for reading Taoist books, he has been chatting with me for a lot of the rest of my time.

I asked him what he did during his lifetime, but he didn't tell me, saying that he didn't remember it. But he bragged to me all day long, saying that he had nine wives during his lifetime, and even the emperor wanted to give him some face. I just smiled and didn't believe him at all.

"Tsk, what's wrong with death? Be a ghost and be free and easy." Xiaobao said indifferently.

I immediately laughed and scolded, "You think everyone is like you, with a King of Hell as his godfather, and can enter and exit the underworld freely."

Xiaobao said lightly: "Don't worry, when you arrive at the underworld, I will protect you. I'm asking you to drink the soup made by Meng Po's daughter. I tell you, the old woman's daughter is so fucking beautiful and super exciting."

I said helplessly: "It seems that I can't drink it. After I die, I'll be completely lost and I have no chance to become a ghost."

What I am talking about is the fact, because there is only one soul and one spirit, I don’t even have the qualifications to become a ghost. As long as I die, my soul will be gone.

For a moment, Xiaobao fell silent.

After a while, I turned my head and saw Xiaobao's appearance. I immediately sat up and said in surprise: "Damn it! Why did you become like this?"

Xiaobao's original image was still a handsome young man, and he had never changed in ten years. But when I saw it, I turned into a look like a little boy. He was floating in the air, and he was half lying down like me, and crossed his legs.
Chapter completed!