Hearing this, Yunsong frowned suddenly.

Jin Dachao and the guards felt excited.

He asked: "The art of catching ghosts? You actually learned the art of catching ghosts? Tell me how you did it!"

Jin Dachao asked with concern: "Taoist Priest, is this ghost hunting technique very evil?"

Yun Song secretly wondered how I knew that there were so many tricks in the world, but he didn't even know about this so-called ghost hunting technique, so he felt that there was nothing wrong with him not knowing.

But now that he has the image of a master, he can't let these soldiers know that he doesn't know how to fish for ghosts, otherwise he will have to deceive them.

Bengyaju said honestly:

"I followed what the people from the Tianshi Regiment said, and made a bucket out of mulberry, willow, locust and poplar trees, and then I fished back and forth on the river mouth at midnight. In the end, I felt that the bucket became heavy and cold, and then

Hurry up and burn incense and paper to lure the ghost onto my back and lead it in..."

"Oh, no wonder you always stooped when walking the day before yesterday, and you said your back hurts," said a guard.

Bengyaju nodded in frustration.

Yun Song muttered: "Don't plant mulberries in front, don't plant willows in the back, don't plant ghosts in the courtyard and clap your hands, and take a detour when you meet an old locust tree at night."

"These are the four great shade trees. The mulberry tree is a mourning tree, the willow tree is a mourning stick, the poplar leaves are blown by the wind like ghosts clapping their hands, and the locust tree is a ghost next to the wood. The old locust tree can attract ghosts."

"You make a bucket out of the four Yin trees and go to the river mouth to scoop up the evil wind. If a ghost goes down the river, of course it will be brought up by the Yin tree bucket."

The guards looked at him in awe.

Although the Taoist priest is young, he knows a lot.

Yun Song said seriously: "Fusheng Supreme Heavenly Lord, you have an agreement with the ghost after you catch the ghost. You asked the ghost to help you win the bet. What does the ghost want you to do for it?"

Bengyaju was stunned and said, "It didn't ask me to do anything."

This is not right.

Except for the fact that Yun Song didn't understand the art of catching ghosts, everything else he said was not made up. It was all true, including the last ghost-seeking agreement.

Ghosts will not help someone for no reason. They like to harm people, and at most they want to make deals with them.

And Bengyaju said that he invited this ghost but he didn't negotiate terms with him, so he just helped him for no reason?

This is absolutely impossible!

He frowned again.

Jin Dachao asked: "Taoist Priest, could Bengyaju just catch a gambler? He doesn't need Bengyaju to do anything for him at all, he just wants to gamble together."

Yun Song said: "This is possible, but the ghost that is haunting the major general is obviously a ghost soldier, a ghost officer..."

"It's very common." Jin Dachao said, "We soldiers have three hobbies: prostitution, gambling and drinking. As far as I know, soldiers have a greater gambling habit!"

Yun Song muttered: "Maybe you can set up a gambling game. If that ghost is really a big gambler, then it will definitely not be able to help but participate in the gambling game when it sees us."

Jin Dachao put away his gun and said: "Okay, I'll organize it now."

Yun Song asked them to prepare separately, and then asked Beng Yaju to stay, saying that he still had something to ask Beng Yaju.

He still couldn't understand how a gambler could enter this important military location guarded by soldiers.

Beng Yaju didn't understand even more. He just heard about the ghost fishing technique in the Tianshi Regiment's combat staff office in a daze.

Yun Song, the combat staff officer, knew that Gongsun Wufeng was a combat staff officer.

The gambling game was quickly set up.

It's dice betting.

The sentry guards gathered together.

Yun Song saw so many strong young men huddled around a table. Even with his heels, he could guess how strong the Yang Fire and boiling Yang Qi were here.

But the gambler just dares to come close.

This shows how terrible gambling is.

A ghost doesn't even have the character of a ghost when it comes to gambling!

Similarly, people have no humanity when it comes to gambling!

However, gamblers are not stupid enough to let their yang energy burn them. They tend to attach themselves to the person with the lowest luck.

This is also one of the reasons why gamblers who have been losing for a long time will attract ghosts. They have low luck and weak yang energy. At this time, they are easily bewitched by ghosts and invite ghosts.

Zeng Quan, the guard captain next to Jin Qingshan, presided over the gambling game. A group of guards gathered together and shouted: "Bet big, bet small, buy it and leave!"

"Whose bank? Not Camp Commander Jin's bank? OK, I'll put my belt on it!"

"Liu Laosi, you put your mother on the line, I'll make a bet with you if you put your mother on the line."

"I'll take your mother with you!"

Yunsong stood in the shadow behind the crowd.

At this time, it was raining heavily outside, and night had fallen.

It was even darker.

He waited for the gambler to show up.

The gambler never showed up.

But Linghu Yuan suddenly stood up and walked.

Yun Song followed the shadow, and Linghu Yun led him upstairs.

Seeing this, Zeng Quan grabbed the dice cup and asked, "Taoist Master, have you discovered anything?"

Yunsong nodded.

Zeng Quan immediately took out his pistol and waved, and he led the guards to follow him.

The group of people slowly walked to the top floor.

The door to the top floor is wide open and there is no guard.

A slightly fat figure sat lonely in the rain.

It’s Jin Qingshan.

In addition, a ghost officer wearing an old military uniform appeared behind him.

Yun Song transformed into a ghost and appeared, and then he was stunned when he saw this scene again.

He quickly came to his senses and asked: "Major General, what are you doing here? Are you waiting for the ghost of your old friend to come to you?"

The man in the rain turned back to look at Yunsong.

Under the heavy rain, his fat face was a little blurry:

"If the Taoist Master isn't waiting for the gambler below, what are you doing up here?"

Yun Song said: "The person who is pestering you is not a gambling ghost, but your old friend. It has turned into a ghost for many years and still remembers to visit you. It is a deep and affectionate thing. Why don't you come up to Xiaodao and have a look?"

"Is it coming?"

"Major General, it's behind you." A guard could see the ghost and reminded him.

Jin Qingshan turned around suddenly.

He couldn't see the ghost officer.

Yunsong continued: "You would rather be haunted by this ghost than hire someone to eradicate it. What's wrong? Do you owe it a lot?"

Jin Qingshan nodded silently in the rain.

Yun Song said: "What is the need to hide things now? Can you tell me?"

Jin Qingshan sat down and covered his face, and said slowly: "What does this ghost that is pestering me look like?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yun Song secretly sighed that he was worthy of being a murderous guard battalion commander. He was really determined, and even though he was a ghost, it was still difficult for him to confuse him.

However, he did not deceive the other party, so he described the ghost officer's appearance to him: "He has half-long messy hair, and his hair covers his eyes and almost reaches his nose. He looks like a killer..."

He only said this, and the other party nodded and said: "Well, it is indeed the one who came to find me."

"How many years? Ten years?"

"Dashuai Lu once promised me that he could help me get rid of this pain. I was indeed freed from this pain for many years, but it came back again, everything came back."

"This man's name is Jin Qingfeng, he is my cousin."

"Things between us are very simple. We join the army together and serve as soldiers for Marshal Qin. We fight together. I am very powerful and so is he."

"Taoist Priest, you may not know that I was born in a mountain village, but the ancestors of our village were famous generals on the battlefield. Therefore, although the people in our village have never studied military books or attended a military academy, they are all very good at fighting.

"

"My cousin and I served as soldiers, and we went back to back on the battlefield. We trusted each other and could rely on each other. In this way, we had an extra pair of eyes, two extra hands and two feet than others."

"We brothers have been on the run, and have been promoted to noble positions along the way."

"But after all, we are not Marshal Qin's family confidants. Our position as top officials in Marshal Qin's camp has an end, and the seat at the end is too small, only enough for one person."
To be continued...