"魙."
This was the last word Huang Wei uttered tonight.
next moment.
The evil spirit suddenly surged.
The entire courtyard was flooded in an instant.
What followed was a strange coldness that had nothing to do with the wind, snow, or changes in temperature, but came from the horror of the body and the trembling of the soul.
It's so intrusive.
It wraps around the body like a snake, making it impossible to move, and then slowly tightens, slicing the skin and flesh, pouring cold into the blood vessels and reaching the depths of the soul, freezing the thoughts.
Dong~dong~dong~
It was a giant shadow in the fog that passed through the archway and entered the courtyard.
Li Changan couldn't even turn his eyes at this moment and couldn't see the whole thing clearly. He could only see two shin bones that were taller than a person, standing in front of him.
A vague and huge sound, like wind passing through a tunnel, whistling overhead:
"I can't do it as a monk, I'm a distinguished guest; I can't do it as an old man, I'm too poor; I can't do it as a ghost, I have no meat..."
It's as if there is a shocking fact hidden in the picky words at the vegetable stall.
But probably few people present could be frightened by it, because the cold air had already penetrated deep into the bone marrow and soul, and even the process of sensing danger and realizing terror was frozen for a particularly long and slow time.
As for Li Changan, he had no time to fear. He had been working hard to turn his mind from the beginning.
"Cut~"
The voice roared overhead again.
"Hoo ho ho, this is good, very fat."
The huge skeleton sat cross-legged.
Immediately afterwards, there were the sounds of chewing, biting, sucking, and swallowing.
There were no howls or screams.
Only the broken limbs and pieces of flesh dripped down from the bones along with the dripping blood.
A round ball-like thing jumped out of the pelvis and rolled all the way to the Taoist priest.
It's the head of a rich man.
He seemed to be still immersed in the wine and music, and had not yet woken up.
With a soothing smile on his face, he met Li Changan's eyes.
"Demon!"
The green light suddenly appeared, killing evil spirits.
My mind suddenly relaxed, and my whole body was a little less restrained.
About to take action.
"evil creature!"
The angry golden flames crashed down.
The huge skeleton was burned to black ashes in the blink of an eye.
wrong!
The black ash is flying everywhere, rising when the wind blows, and even engulfing the flames, filling the four universes.
At the same time.
The sound of fluttering wings came from the dark and gray depths, and immediately a flock of black birds rushed out and threw themselves directly at the crowd. Li Changan could only stop him and throw it at the one he found.
Only then did the crowd wake up from a dream.
Huang Wei and the other ghosts kicked off their feet and fell to the ground. However, after Li Changan made a brief inspection, he was surprised to find that except for a brief attack of evil energy that caused a slight instability in their souls, the dead people were not seriously injured.
On the contrary, the living people suddenly went crazy and began to cry and howl in the dark ashes. They smashed their foreheads on the ground to bleed and scratched the flesh on their necks with their nails. They seemed to be in extreme grief and pain. among.
until.
"Amitabha."
Accompanied by Buddha's singing, white light mixed with ashes filled the sky.
The light is soft and warm, containing the power to heal all pain.
People gradually became peaceful in this light. Looking after the light, Wuchen was sitting in front of the main hall, with a solemn treasure.
The Buddha's light shrouded the surroundings and illuminated the whole night.
In the light, there are faint outlines of warriors wearing armor and holding swords. They are the protectors.
"The Bodhisattva has appeared."
"Master has mercy."
The sober people thanked him one after another, and even bowed their heads and worshiped him.
However, Li Changan noticed that the folding fan in his hand was broken, leaving only the handle. The bamboo slices cut the palm of his hand, and drops of blood spattered on a red note on the desk.
The Taoist priest turned his eyes back to his hand. It turned out that what he had just caught was not a bird, but a post, a black post.
Open it up.
Sixteen red letters are dazzling.
"The eighth day of the eighth lunar month is the birthday of the Ghost King. Those who receive this post will pay homage to you."
Wearing Buddha's light, Wuchen stepped out of the hall. Wherever he passed, the black dust melted quickly like water and snow.
He walked all the way to the collapsed archway and looked down, frowning.
The Taoist priest came up in three or two steps and looked down as well.
But under the stone steps, a huge black air was swirling and roaring, and everything it passed was a mess.
After a while, he pushed down the Buddha statue, broke open the mountain gate and left.
It just so happens.
In the mist of the street market at the foot of the mountain, misty green light filled the air, and a group of night wandering gods pressed against the lonely ghosts and collided head-on with the black air.
Those ghosts who were arrogant in front of the dead, at this moment, flew away like frightened birds. The poor ghosts were trapped by the shackles and had no time to escape. They were suddenly engulfed by the black air and rushed into Yuhang with them. Deep in the deep and winding dark alleys of the city.
It just disappeared!
Li Changan: "Where did the ghost go?"
Dust-free face sinks like water:
"Cave City."
…………
The banquet broke up unhappy.
The guests had all left, but Wuchen still stood there, meditating for a long time.
until--
Approaching with light steps.
A large cloak was draped over his shoulders.
Jingxiu advised softly: "It's windy at night, don't catch a cold."
I don't know whether it was because of the night wind or the lingering fear, but Jingxiu's face was much paler, and there was melancholy in his brows, which made people pity.
Wuchen asked her:
"The evil spirit has been repulsed, why is Master still unhappy?"
"Not even my sister from the He family. She insists on leaving in the middle of the night, which is really worrying."
Wuchen nodded: "I won't be able to survive tonight."
"Why not?" She sighed softly, "But when the evil spirit makes trouble, even I feel scared when I stay in the nunnery, so how can I persuade her?"
After hearing this, Wuchen suddenly shook out his sleeves, and like an actor on the stage, he took a few steps forward, bowed to Jingxiu and sang: "But it is Wuchen who has brought Jingxiu down."
It made the beauty cover her mouth and chuckle:
"After hearing these words, others don't know how to arrange a retreat and they don't know what is good or bad."
"I wonder what the damage is to the nunnery?"
"It doesn't matter that some Buddha statues were knocked down and some doors and windows were broken. I just felt sorry for a few sisters and scratched their faces in fear. From now on, I have no choice but to practice meditation and recite Buddha's name."
"This can't be done." Wuchen stopped singing, "How can a beauty be ruined because of a monk? I will go to Yaowang Temple tomorrow to ask for some magic medicine, so that the beauty's appearance will be safe."
As he said this, he thought again:
"And Senior Brother Shanjun."
"They are also in trouble. It's not easy for Qian Tang to be a ghost. Master, please help me give them some money to tide over this disaster."
When Wuchen mentioned Huangwei, Jingxiu had already put away his smile, and by the time he finished speaking, his face had turned cold.
"If you, a pure monk, want to be merciful, you can go alone, why bother dragging me with you?"
Leave the words behind and leave.
Wuchen smiled and said nothing more.
He looked towards the corner of the courtyard.
A few smears of black mucus, like the saliva marks left by rotting caterpillars, exude a strange odor that makes people physically and mentally uncomfortable.
Those are the remnants left after the black mist melts.
Wuchen turned his head and looked at the lights of Qiantang Wanjia.
Eyes twinkling.
…………
Therefore, according to old legend, women, children, the elderly, people with serious illnesses or people with bad luck should not walk alone at night.
This is probably because there are lonely ghosts wandering in the desolate night with no place to stay. They endure hunger and cold all year round, and they want to find support but can't.
As the yang energy of the above-mentioned people is weakened, they are most easily taken advantage of by ghosts, who may possess their shadows or follow their footsteps.
If for some reason you have to walk alone at night.
Remember.
Never lose something close to you.
Because ghosts can use the residual aura of the owner on the items to deceive the gods, and then invade the house and cause trouble in other people's homes.
…
He Wumei walked alone in the long alley covered with fog.
The light from the lantern in her hand was dim and dim, casting the shadow of her piano case on her back on the bluestone wall, making it huge and twisted, as if there was something hidden in it.
The sound of wind, water, insects, and many other unknown sounds merged into the echo of her footsteps, forming a strange reverberation, following her footsteps, following her step by step.
He Wumei didn't dare to look or listen. She just hugged the cat tightly and walked away quickly.
She was not a bold person, so why did she violate the taboo passed down from generation to generation and walk alone at night?
Perhaps it was because of his friendship with Master Jingxiu.
Maybe she really needed this payment.
Or maybe it was a newly admitted child from the Salesian Home who caught a cold and was frightened. He had a fever all the time and cried often. There were old and young children at home and he needed to go back and take care of him.
Anyway, when she walked out of this too long alley.
I felt a little relaxed.
Then he tightened it suddenly!
The handkerchief is lost!
The ancient legend suddenly came to mind, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
She turned back quickly.
Phew~ Fortunately, the handkerchief fell not far from the alley.
I was about to pick it up.
Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew up chicken skin all over his body, and the handkerchief floated into the depths of the alley.
It was as if some invisible thing could use this handkerchief as bait to lure her back into the alley.
The lights flickered.
On the stone walls on both sides of the narrow alley, the mottled moss looked like strange shadows standing silently, waiting for you to walk into it.
The long alley we passed just now, why did it suddenly become so terrifying?
She hesitated.
After hesitating for a moment, he quietly said to the fat cat in his arms:
"Good boy, Tan Qiu, please help me pick up the handkerchief."
The cat twitched its ears, arched its round head in her arms, and let out a long yawn.
"Oh, lazy bone, bad cat."
He said this, but he was reluctant to throw the cat away.
After hesitating for a while, another gust of cold wind urged me on.
"It's just a handkerchief..."
She comforted herself like this and turned around quickly to leave.
The night mist closed behind her, slowly pulling the handkerchief into the darkness.
