My view on the recent development strategy of ghost hunting and exorcism work

It was a sunny afternoon in the dream, Guan Qing's bedroom faced south, the windows were small, but there was enough sunlight to make the room warm and bright.

He bought a lazy sofa at IKEA and put it under the window, and sometimes he would slump on it and read.

Now he is standing at the door of the room, and he sees the beanbag sofa is slightly sunken, a cup of tea is slowly steaming on the small round table next to it, and a book with the footer folded is spread out beside it, as if a few seconds ago A man sits here and reads loosely all afternoon.

But he hasn't come back here for a long time, Guan Qing thought to himself, who is this person who is studying?

Soon he thought of an answer, turned and walked towards the bathroom.

The washstand was covered with a layer of light gray, Guan Qing didn't care, but looked at the mirror frame above.

Sure enough, as he expected, the talisman paper that Xiao Qi pasted on the mirror frame had disappeared, and the smooth mirror surface had recovered about two-thirds, clearly showing most of his body.

There was only one face left, Guan Qing calmly stroked the incomplete part of the mirror, and he in the mirror also stretched out his hand.

Touching fingertips, the same warm body temperature, the same soft skin.

Guan Qing murmured to herself in the mirror: "What will happen when you are whole again?"

The light refracted from the mirror into his eyes, and suddenly scenes of unfamiliar and familiar images exploded in the depths of his mind, and countless voices and faces flew past his eyes.He clenched the frame of the mirror tightly, his eyeballs were congested and he couldn't breathe due to the massive amount of information pouring in instantly.

——"This name is too high school, what's your real name, dear?"

"No comment, get out of here."

——"Honey, I'm here again. I'm in a bad mood today."

"None of my business."

"Tsk, dear, don't be so ruthless dear. Lung cancer was just detected today, and it may not be alive for a few days."

"..."

——"I'm going to die, don't you want to tell me my real name?"

"Everyone is mortal."

"You can do it if you are so awesome?"

"Yes... my death is coming soon."

"Then maybe we will meet again in another world, dear."

"Is there so much nonsense to die?"

——"Hey, are you asleep?"

……

"Oh, it's already gone..."

……

"We will indeed meet again."

"Papa! Papa!"

Guan Qing firmly pressed his painful forehead, groaned, and opened his wet eyes.

For a few seconds, his eyes were terribly empty, and Xiao Qi's heart tightened when he saw it. He patted his cheek lightly and called nervously: "Guan Qing, Guan Qing? Are you having a nightmare?"

Guan Qing put his hand on his forehead, and nodded weakly after a while.

Xiao Qi squeezed his fingers comfortingly: "What kind of dream, don't be afraid, you're awake."

Guan Qing said hoarsely: "I dreamed that you put our son in the water and soaked it." He choked up as he spoke, "Then you said that I can't give birth, and that your Xiao family will never be born again. I ordered you to marry someone else. Wuwuwu, you bastard, you heartbreaker."

Xiao Zhipian groaned, lay tightly on Guan Qing's chest, and looked at Xiao Qi reproachfully.

Xiao Qi thought for a moment, and said, "I'll take you for an examination tomorrow, and take a CT scan of your brain to see what's wrong with your brain."

"..." Guan Qing's face stretched three feet, and he shook off Xiao Qi's hand in a dispirited manner, "I am sick, unlike your steel and iron frame, which is invulnerable to all poisons."

Xiao Qi's dark and deep eyes were firmly fixed on Guan Qing's face, his lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything, but silently tucked the corner of the blanket for him.

Guan Qing turned away as if angry, not looking at him.

The atmosphere in the room was dull and depressing.

After a while, Guan Qing said sadly: "I want to eat the small wontons from Qianlixiang, and I want the one at the back door of N University."

The corners of Xiao Qi's mouth raised slightly, but he said impatiently: "It's all over, it's so inconvenient to go in and out of the hospital. Besides, it's so late that I can't digest too much."

Guan Qing made a fuss coldly and unreasonably: "Wonton and break up, you choose one."

Xiao Qiye, who didn't want to be broken up again, had no choice but to buy chaos for his ex-boyfriend.

After Xiao Qi left, Guan Qing immediately got up and took out her mobile phone to make a call to Shakuhachi.

There seemed to be something on the Shakuhachi side, and it took almost ten rings before he answered it slowly, with a hoarse voice: "Brother Guan Qing, is there something wrong?"

Guan Qing heard that his voice was strange, it seemed that there was a whiff of crying, and when he opened his mouth to ask what was going on, he heard Qin Jian's voice from the other end: "Is it the temple master?"

Shakuhachi gave a cold hum.

Guan Qing was shocked!The moon was dark, the wind was high, the man was alone, and there was also Shakuhachi's strange voice. He had to be paranoid, lowered his voice and asked Shakuhachi seriously: "Shakuhachi! Qin Jian is with you?"

Shakuhachi was taken aback by his sudden serious voice, and was taken aback: "Yes."

Guan Qing clenched the phone tightly and said sharply, "Tell Qin Jian! You are underage, starting three years ago, and the maximum penalty is death!"

Shakuhachi didn't seem to understand what he meant, and stayed there for a long time not knowing how to answer, but Qin Jian took the phone and said calmly: "Monastery Master, you are thinking too much, I am helping Shakuhachi with homework."

Guan Qing was suffocated, and said embarrassingly: "Why is Shakuhachi crying..."

Qin Jian snorted: "He scored 44 points in mathematics in the basic test this time. I just said a few words to him, and the words were a bit heavy..."

"Qin Jian!" Shakuhachi's voice came from embarrassment.

Guan Qing was silent for a moment, then said earnestly, "You can't rush your child's education. Shakuhachi has a strong self-esteem, so you have to teach him slowly. You tell him that a score of 44 is not shameful. I even passed a 38 in math back then."

Qin Jian unconsciously asked back: "You guys got a perfect score of [-] at that time, right?"

So both ends of the phone were silent, Guan Qing cleared his throat, pretending that nothing happened just now: "You give Shakuhachi the number, I have something to ask him."

"No need, Guanzhu, you want to ask about Xiao Qi, I know, if you have anything to ask, just ask me."

When the words came to his lips, Guan Qing suddenly hesitated again.

Qin Jian saw through his hesitation: "Are you afraid of hearing what you don't want to hear? If you are afraid, I will hang up. I haven't finished correcting the Shakuhachi math test yet."

"..." Guan Qing looked at the time with a dark face, and immediately said, "Tell me, tell me."

Qin Jian pondered for a while: "Actually, there is nothing to say. The one who knows the most about Xiao Qi should be the Lord Nayin. After all, he was the one who saved Xiao Qi. We only know that when Nayin rescued Xiao Qi back to the temple Xiao Qi had died, and the seductive rope was wrapped around his neck. At that time, Nayin gave Xiao Qi the fourth official talisman in time, making him the Taoist master of Dingkun Temple. Dingkun Temple and Dingkun Temple There is an unwritten agreement in the underworld. Dingkun Temple helps the underworld to capture the heinous ghosts and dead souls every year. As a reward, the Taoist master in the temple can have an extra "life". In fact, we can ask the Yin Division to let us go. Xiao Qi 'lived' from this, but he was indeed a dead person at that time, but Nayin used some method to make him walk in the world like ordinary people."

He paused and said: "I don't even know about Shakuhachi this method, but I can be sure that it is more than one and a half better than the Nan family's walking corpse. But now that Na Yin is dead, Xiao Qi's weakness is doomed. This time, the damage caused by the Buddha ash to him is definitely there, but he is already a dead person. Guan Qing, you know that a dead person will not die a second time, but it will only make the remaining time of him more difficult. Nothing more."

It took Guan Qing a long time to force out a sentence: "How long is he left?"

Qin Jian and Shakuhachi exchanged a look, and said affirmatively: "It may be a year, or a few months."

……

Qin Jian hung up the phone, Shakuhachi sat in front of the desk and looked at him indifferently: "You talk too much."

"Oh, is it?" Qin Jian pulled the test paper with red crosses all over it disapprovingly, "Although I don't know why you insist on letting Guan Qing be the master of the temple, since he is the master of the temple now, as the master of Taoism, I will It is an obligation to tell him everything and everything."

Shakuhachi sneered: "Didn't you always resist being the master of Taoism and never take Dingkun Temple seriously?"

Qin Jian's tone was light: "Who told you that I didn't take Dingkunguan seriously? I didn't take Dingkun Guan seriously. Why did I take a good vacation and come to teach you math?"

Shakuhachi was so choked that he couldn't speak, he glanced at the test paper that was so red in the world, his ears were as red as burning, he flipped the book hard: "Did I let you come?!"

"You are about to take the college entrance examination. Although you are good at Chinese and English, it is very difficult to get a score of 985 in mathematics." Qin Jian said realistically, his tone was always calm, but he was so angry that Shakuhachi gritted his teeth. Qin Jian gave a slight smile Raising eyebrows, there was imperceptible sarcasm in his voice, "Isn't your husband's wish to let you get into a good university? Why, you want his spirit in heaven to see your 44-point test paper and not rest in peace?"

Shakuhachi endured it again and again, and swallowed his breath, he picked up the pen: "You continue to talk."

Qin Jian picked up a pen to draw a question, and the tip of the pen paused slightly: "Shakuhachi, do you know where Nayin's body is?"

Shakuhachi raised his piercing eyes abruptly.

……

After Guan Qing hung up the phone, he stared at the phone without any movement for a long time, as if he had solidified into a statue.

The little piece of paper hooked his fingers worriedly: "Papa, are you sad?"

Guan Qing raised his head and quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, and scratched its head with a smile: "No, everything in the world will be born, old, sick and die, and Papa is just a little bit unwilling."

The little piece of paper half understood, it couldn't understand Guan Qing's words, but it could feel his sadness, and gently lay on the back of his hand: "If Papa is unhappy, the other Papa will be unhappy too."

"I know," Guan Qing restrained the last trace of sadness on his face, took out a pen from Xiao Qi's coat, and said enthusiastically, "Son, you see that you are so old and you don't have any face yet. Draw a face!"

"..." The little piece of paper was trembling, but he didn't want to make Guan Qing feel even more depressed, so he could only lay flat in Guan Qing's hands as if he was dead.

When Xiao Qi came back with wontons, he saw Guan Qing brushing like flying on the round face of the small piece of paper, and he didn't even hear him approaching: "What are you doing?"

Guan Qing happily picked up the small piece of paper and said to him: "Look! Our son has face!"

Xiao Qi stared at the unlovable face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and said against his will: "It's pretty, it's so pretty."