My Ghost Hunter

"Master... Master... Where are we going to make French today?!" I just got up, it was almost noon, and I remembered that there was another French today. I got up and put on my clothes and shoes. While calling Master, I kept stuffing into my mouth the food that Master had prepared in the morning. "Hey, what are you talking about? You sleep all day long. You are fourteen years old and you don't do anything serious. Pack your things quickly. In an hour we will go to the Ma family ancestral hall in the next village." The master's voice is hoarse. There are no longer a few black hairs visible on his temples. His back is slightly bent. He holds a stack of yellow talismans and a writing brush in his left hand, and a cup full of Zhu in his right hand. The bowl of sand slowly entered the room, and he put the things on the table where I was eating. He took the brush in his right hand and dipped it in some cinnabar water. Then he quickly finished writing dozens of yellow talismans and said, "Remember to put these yellow talismans together with the utensils for making the method later. Don't forget to count the utensils." "I understand, master, by the way, master, about the Ma Family Ancestral Temple... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.