Faced with my doubts, Huang Bengui explained patiently.
"I was indeed passing by here and wanted to find a place to rest. I happened to see purple smoke coming from your house, so I came in to take a look."
He seemed to be in poor health. Every time he spoke a word, he would take a breath for a long time.
I hesitated for a moment and whispered to San'er: "You go to the hospital first, take Xiaobai's place and let him come back to rest."
After San'er left, we were the only ones left in the room.
Huang Bengui babbled at the memorial tablet: "Why do you still support a mourning keeper?"
"Looking at you like this, you don't look like a layman."
My mind was spinning, and it took me a long time to calm down: "Old sir, I don't quite understand."
"This tablet is dedicated to the deceased in my family. This..."
Huang Bengui nodded to himself and said with doubt on his face: "If you hadn't taken the initiative to worship him, he wouldn't have appeared here."
"A righteous god will not snatch incense, let alone occupy the position of god."
Actively offer sacrifices?
In other words, I invited this thing in on my own initiative?
I can clearly feel the goosebumps on my body popping up little by little.
I was fooled!
The Hui family originally gave me my first-year grade in junior high school, but in fact, a lot of changes had been made.
What shocked me was that they dared to send Zhengshen to me!
Despite all precautions, something went wrong!
But then I thought about it, it wasn’t quite right.
That night, not only did I hear Chu Yi's voice, but Ji Canghai also heard it. We couldn't have hallucinated together, right?
But Ji Canghai was still in a coma and had no way to verify this matter.
I sighed deeply and told the truth: "Old sir, to tell you the truth, I used to be a Taoist priest."
"Later, I was framed by someone. Now I don't even have a Taoist certificate. Please show me a clear path."
Huang Bengui listened quietly and waited for me to finish speaking before he responded.
"It's easy to ask God but hard to send him away. Have you heard this saying?"
Of course I know what it means.
Regardless of whether it is a Taoist temple or a religious man or woman, as long as the statues are brought into the home, there is no reason to send them out.
If you insist on committing suicide and discard the idols everywhere, or even destroy them, it will definitely be a mark on the underworld.
This stroke is called insulting God and cursing.
Anyone who carries this sin will soon receive retribution in this world, ranging from family destruction and death to being completely deprived of roots.
When I think of this, a cool breeze rushes down my back.
I am not afraid of losing my house, but I am afraid of losing my family.
There is no other capable person around me, Huang Bengui is my only straw.
But the only response he gave me was: "Those who can see a doctor may not be able to cure them."
"I'm here to remind you, I don't want to see any injuries among you, and I can't take care of the rest of the problems."
The sympathy Huang Bengui showed towards me magnified the grievances in my heart countless times.
The gate that was blocked in my heart fell down without warning, and the grievances were released like a torrent of water.
Regardless of whether Huang Bengui was listening or not, I picked up all these years one by one.
Some things are like scars on the face. If you don't look in the mirror, you will naturally ignore them.
But one day I happened to pass by a mirror and just glanced up. Everything in the past was turned upside down, making people restless.
When I finished speaking, I realized that snot and tears had fallen onto my collar.
Huang Bengui looked at me in surprise: "How dare you tell me such a private matter?"
He was stunned, and so was I.
Yes, why am I not guarded at all against a stranger?
I looked at myself blankly, as if I didn't recognize him.
Since these things happened, I have never complained to anyone, let alone cried.
Now facing the stranger Huang Bengui, I can put down all my burdens and no longer have to worry about causing trouble to anyone.
Presumably, when Liang Hai and I cried, we had this same mentality, right?
I just felt wronged by Huang Bengui, who wanted to be used as a trash can for me to vent my anger for no reason.
After a moment, Huang Bengui suddenly asked: "What day is it today?"
I didn’t know why he suddenly asked this, but I still responded: “Thursday.”
"oh."
He let out a long oh, then fell into a brief silence: "Did you just say that you have been hit by bad energy?"
"yes."
Huang Bengui rubbed the stubble on his chin and muttered, "There should be enough time."
"What time?"
He came back to his senses and waved his hand: "Nothing."
"Let's do this." He changed the subject: "Let's make a deal."
