Zhang Chao was always obedient, so he agreed and ran towards the house.
Zhao Fei's face was full of curiosity.
"Uncle Chen, did those people who came to our house encounter something dirty?"
"There's no need to ask Mr. Liu to handle such a trivial matter. Just leave it to me and Chao'er."
"Oh, by the way, you may not know, Chao'er can transform..."
In just a few words, Hui Laoliu, dressed in coarse cotton-padded clothes, had already walked in from the door with a smile.
As his Taoism continues to deepen, his appearance becomes more and more ordinary.
Now he is like an old farmer who has worked hard all his life:
Rough, calloused hands, deep wrinkles, even the back is rickety.
"Brother Chen Fu, here I come, old man."
"Who came to our house to find someone to calm things down?!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Fu hurriedly greeted him and handed over a piece of Huazi. And invited strangers who came to the door to come out.
"This is Old God Hui... Brother Hui Liu, the brother of my deaf aunt, is very capable."
"With his help, none of your problems will be a problem!"
Hui Lao Liu never liked to show off, and he didn't want to compare with his deaf mother-in-law, so he smiled and waved his hands.
"I can't talk about my ability, but I can still manage to deal with a few lonely ghosts."
"Tell me, what happened?"
Hearing what Hui Laoliu said, several outsiders immediately wanted to kneel down and kowtow, and respectfully took out a few wrinkled green hundred-yuan bills.
It was soaked with sweat from holding it in my hand for too long.
"Our family is in dire straits, but we can still muster up such a small amount of filial piety. Please don't be too little, old god."
Hui Laoliu naturally refused to accept it. When he reached out to help a few people, he noticed that there was a stretcher on the ground.
A middle-aged man lay on the stretcher, his face was as white as paper and his breath was weak.
"Lost your soul?!... No, it was the evil spirit that took away your soul!"
Seeing Hui Lao Liu reveal the mystery with one word, the people who came to the door immediately trusted him even more.
"You are right. The third wife who asked about rice also said the same."
"She also said that the dirty things were too fierce for her to deal with, so she had to come and beg her deaf mother-in-law..."
Wenmi is a simple application of "witchcraft". The soul of the deceased is recalled to the earth and attached to the body of the goddess, so that family members can talk to it.
Of course, the person asking for rice from the abbot does not have to be a woman, but can also be a man.
Women are called "witches" and men are called "觋".
There are also taboos when asking for rice: for example, don’t ask about people who died in vain, and don’t ask about nameless people.
Because people who die in vain are generally evil spirits and are easily entangled;
There is no incense to offer to an unknown person. Once he is summoned, he basically cannot send him away.
...
Now that he knew the "symptoms" of the visitor, Hui Lao Liu didn't hesitate.
He took off the shirt of the person on the stretcher and came to the door with one hand raised.
After some calculations, he bowed three times to the southwest corner, then turned left three times in a row and muttered something.
"It's so good, it's so good. It's so difficult to count. I won't save you. I'm just waiting for someone to come. I'm as urgent as the law!"
After reciting three times in a row, Hui Laoliu swung his clothes into the wind, then quickly walked into the house with it held high, and covered the person lying down.
"Little fat man, hurry up and get a bowl of water, grab some incense ash and mix it in for him to drink."
Zhao Fei did it immediately after hearing the words.
After drinking this bowl of talisman water, the middle-aged man on the stretcher woke up leisurely.
Although still listless, he can now speak.
"Oh my head hurts. Where am I?!"
While his family members were weeping with joy and asking questions, Gray Old Liu silently cast the Requiem Curse.
After making sure that the middle-aged man was okay for the time being, he spoke.
"I'm just temporarily casting a spell to wake people up, but it can't last long."
"His soul and soul are still in the hands of evil spirits... Don't talk about anything else, let him tell you how he lost his soul."
What happened is roughly as follows:
A middle-aged man named Hu Er lives in the village next door to Xibianer. Be honest and do your duty, making a living by collecting herbs from the mountains all your life.
In the North, such people are called "mountain guests".
He got up early before dawn, packed enough items to live in the wild for a week, and headed straight into the mountains.
Because I don’t know when, there were rumors in the surrounding villages that a century-old ginseng appeared deep in the Western Mountains.
It has become a climate where he can run by himself.
As the saying goes: People die for money and birds die for food.
In this era where humans are everywhere and there is almost no room for other species to survive, the value of century-old wild ginseng is comparable to the same weight of gold.
To be exact, it is much more valuable than gold!
Therefore, even though he knew that it was very dangerous to go into the mountains alone, Hu Er decided to try his luck...
