I was also present at the shooting seven days ago. But the spy who was killed at that time did not hunch his back and shrug his shoulders. So I told my uncle my doubts and asked him why he didn't feel like the person who died that day. That person was alive and well, not like what you said.
My uncle did not answer my question, but went on to tell me that the man was facing the bed at that time, and the standing position happened to be near his pillow. Although the man was facing the direction of the bed, he turned his head to look when he turned on the light. Mine, there was blood on his face, his expression was fierce, his eyes were a little red, he looked like he had a deep hatred for me, and that face was that of the person who died in our teahouse that day.
Since my uncle saw it so clearly, he answered my question. However, according to his description, if the ghost was standing near his pillow, then the sound that his uncle heard very close to him when he was half asleep and half awake at first, wouldn't it be that this person bent down and came face to face with his sleeping uncle?
No wonder my uncle had a strange feeling on his face when he stood up. But I didn't say these words. If what my uncle said was true, I think he would be more scared if I said it.
It’s hard for me to describe my current mood. In fact, I was also very scared, but also inexplicably excited. When I was a child, I heard about the monsters and monsters from my parents and elders. I always regarded them as being made up by my predecessors when they had nothing to do, and I never took them seriously. But now my uncle's words seemed to suddenly tell me things that I had never believed in a decisive tone, which made my heart beat faster.
The uncle said that at that time, the ghost was just standing there and glaring at him. He was so frightened that he leaned against the door with his eyes fixed on the ghost. He tried to open the door and escape, but when his hand touched the door bolt, The ghost suddenly started to move.
However, it did not walk in the direction of the uncle, but walked directly towards the bed. Its body seemed to be able to penetrate objects. It did not step or go around because of the obstruction of the bed, but passed directly through it. made the bed. Then he came to the wall and disappeared through the wall.
My uncle said that its walking posture was a little weird. It looked like it was walking, but it was more like floating. Its steps were imaginary. As it walked, its head turned unreasonably, and it still stared at his uncle.
When I heard this, I tried to turn my neck, because I knew the layout of my uncle's room. It was a small, square room filled with all kinds of sundries. The position of the door and the bed were exactly right. It was a diagonal relationship, so if the ghost was standing by the bed, looking at his uncle, but walking towards the bed with his body, the neck would be turned too weirdly.
I twisted my neck, feeling a dull pain.
Uncle said, you will know the next thing. I don’t know why that ghost came out to scare me and let me see it, but it didn’t do anything to me. Instead, it went through the wall and smashed a lot of things.
Behind the wall next to my uncle's bed is a corner staircase. In fact, there are only six steps. After going down the stairs, we are in the lobby where we are sitting now. The uncle went on to say, I saw it go away, and I was shocked. At this time, the sound of throwing bowls appeared, and you came out soon. I knew you would be frightened if you walked over, so I opened the door and caught you in.
Everything my uncle said, coupled with my own experience in the second half of the night, even though I didn't see the ghost he talked about, it was consistent with everything. It was pitiful to see my uncle so helpless and everything was smashed.
Originally, my uncle was considered a victim, and that person's death had nothing to do with us. Besides, I was also present that day. Why did that thing go to my uncle instead of me? So I asked my uncle, what should I do next? Originally, I wanted to say whether this place could be inhabited because it was haunted, but I refrained from saying anything. My uncle smiled bitterly and said, what else can I do? Find someone to do a ritual and clean it up.
In the political environment at that time, everyone's mind seemed to be filled with red thoughts, even people like me who had only studied old learning for a few years and had not even been exposed to new learning.
In my impression, since the liberation of Chongqing, I have rarely seen those Taoist priests, nuns, and monks wandering around on the streets banging bowls. Even the nuns and priests I often saw earlier are much less common. My mother once told me that those people rarely come out and are all in their own temples.
But I have never visited these temples, so in those years, these professional people seemed to have no relationship with my life. The uncle said that after running the teahouse for so many years, he still found some capable people. Some people no longer come out to do activities, and the country is also in the process of correcting the atmosphere, but these people can still be found.
After that, my uncle picked up a broken teapot from the ground and looked at it. There was still a little tea in it. He bit the spout of the teapot and took a few sips to wipe his mouth. Then he said to me, the shop was smashed like this, even if it is not haunted. We can't do business either. Come with me. I know someone who can help me find a master who understands this.
So I followed my uncle, and in the afternoon, I found a bearded Taoist priest who looked to be in his fifties in a dilapidated house far away from my uncle's teahouse.
When I was a child, I also saw Taoist priests. They often wore funny clothes and held a small flag in their hand that said "Iron mouth is broken". They wandered in the streets and alleys, shouting in a weird accent, "Look." Quanxiang, batch of eight characters" and so on.
I thought it was a surprise when I was a kid, but I didn’t expect that I would pay a special visit with my uncle today. After my uncle told the Taoist priest the ins and outs of the matter, the Taoist priest said that your house must be haunted, and it was not an ordinary ghost passing by, but a ghost with strong resentment. If you don't get rid of this ghost, your family will inevitably suffer disaster, and your business will definitely not be able to run well.
The reason why this ghost didn't hurt you but broke all your bowls is that maybe it just wants to stay here for a long time and slowly torture you.
The uncle frowned. If he hadn't been convinced of everything he saw the first night, he would never have come to seek help from these people in metaphysics.
The Taoist priest said to his uncle, but don't be afraid. This ghost is just a piece of cake, and it is not coming for you. In other words, no matter where it dies, that's where it will make mischief. If I were to come to your teahouse When I am the boss, I will be the one pestering me.
The Taoist priest said that this ghost had no precise purpose. It came back to cause mischief entirely because of its unwillingness to die suddenly and violently.
Hearing what the Taoist priest said, my uncle felt relieved and asked what the Taoist priest should do.
The Taoist priest said, I don't need to go with you on this matter. I will give you a charm. When you go back, stick it on the inside of the door. Make sure that the charm can be seen from the dead person's position after closing the door.
After saying this, the Taoist priest walked to the desk, took out a brush and red ink, and drew a long talisman in a crooked way on a piece of yellow talisman paper. Then he used a concave Bagua mirror to shine the light in all directions for a while. Then he put his left hand on the elbow of his right hand, twisted the fingers of his right hand in a weird way, and murmured a few words, and then it seemed like He shook his hands like water and pointed towards the talisman.
Finally, he took out a square seal from his arms and put a seal on the upper, middle and lower parts of the charm. The two at the head and tail were both upright, but the one in the middle was crooked. Then he folded the charm into a small triangle and handed it to his uncle.
The uncle reached out and took it, and then asked, is this all right? It seems that it is really easy to solve the problem that we are helpless across the world. It is easy to come to you. The Taoist priest smiled and said, it's not over yet.
After saying that, he took out a canvas satchel from under the table, as if he was rummaging for something. After a while, the Taoist priest took out a copper hand bell and a square red cloth the size of a wash handkerchief from the bag. On the red cloth, Tai Chi and Bagua were drawn with black ink, and then a small figure carved from wooden strips. , the villain's hands are spread out and flat, and his feet are spread apart in a herringbone shape, which looks like a big character. Then the Taoist priest grabbed a handful of rice from the rice vat and some incense ash from his own incense burner. He pounded the rice and the incense ash together in his hands, and soon the rice turned gray-white.
The Taoist priest put the rice dyed with incense ash in a small bag and handed it to his uncle, and told his uncle, in addition to affixing charms, you should take these things home, find a stool, and place the stool on the place where the man was shot to death. place, because if it appears again, no matter where it goes in the end, it must first appear at the place where it died. Then find a rope to tie two of the legs of the stool, then tie the copper bell upside down to that rope, and then don't touch the bell.
The Taoist priest continued, and then put the picture side of the red cloth with the Eight Diagrams up, and placed a bowl in the center of Tai Chi. Fill the bowl with water first, and then put the rice dyed with incense ash into it. About 7 achievements are enough. Then place two chopsticks parallel to each other at night, with one end of the chopsticks facing the door of your home, and then stand the little wooden figure on the two chopsticks.
After saying this, the Taoist priest took out a piece of pencil and drew on the paper so that his uncle could understand. Finally, the Taoist priest said, you have to remember that when you close the door with the talisman on it, the little wooden man standing on the chopsticks should seem to be facing the talisman.
When the Taoist priest said this, he smiled at me and blinked, and then said, young man, if your uncle can't remember it, can you help him remember it? I nodded quickly. Among the things in the Taoist priest's pocket, I wouldn't be surprised if I took out any one of them individually, but the combination of these things can actually catch ghosts, which surprised me and made me particularly curious.
The Taoist priest continued to tell his uncle, you need to prepare these before sunset, and then you can lock yourself in your room and don't come out. You can only go out when you hear the bell ringing rapidly and then suddenly becoming silent. Today is the first day of the week. It will definitely appear again after midnight, but you must stay at home. If you are not there, the thing will not appear. Uncle asked, how do you know this?
The Taoist priest smiled and did not answer.
