Anecdotes about ghosts

Wearing such pretentious clothes and walking into a dead family's house for no reason, you will either be treated as a liar or a master.

The relatives of Zhang Ping's family saw Lu Siqing first, she was suspicious for a moment, then hurried over and shook Zhang Ping's mother's shoulder, and whispered: "Hey, Pingzi's mother, look, there is a Taoist priest coming!"

But Zhang Ping's mother is a person who does not believe in evil, so in her eyes, Lu Siqing seems to be a complete liar.

She sniffled, and cursed without raising her head: "I said you liars, those who give away money, do you have a conscience?! Get out! Get out of here! I have no money for you!"

She was filled with grief and indignation, and threw a stack of unburned money papers at Lu Siqing in her hand. Immediately, these money papers were flying all over the sky, with an indescribably strange and evil aura.

Lu Siqing always had a cold and calm attitude, and he was not annoyed by Zhang's mother's sarcasm. With a wave of the whisk, the money papers flying all over the sky stopped in the air and fell to the ground one after another, as if they had been cast by magic.

The paper money intertwined in yellow and white was densely spread on the ground.

The people in the mountainous town here are not fully civilized, and they are very awed by ghosts and gods. The night watchmen widened their eyes when they saw this scene. "Master! Master!"

Zhang Ping's mother, who was acting violent just now, was also taken aback at this time, and after a while, she also crawled and cried bitterly: "Master, I have eyes that don't know Mount Tai, and I contradicted you, you... are you here to save me?" Is it your son?...Heaven has eyes!"

Lu Siqing remained expressionless, waved his fly whisk to the crook of his arm, shook his head and said: "Pimpedao is a free and easy Taoist who roams the mountains and plains. When he passed by this place, he found that this place is full of resentment, so he came here to see it."

"Resentment?" Zhang Ping's mother froze for a moment, and cried even louder: "The expert is right, my Pingzi was indeed killed by someone! He has a grievance, a grievance! Please ask the Taoist priest to help my Pingzi." Make the decision!"

"Where is your son's dead body?" Lu Siqing asked, her tone was neither cold nor calm, and there was no slight emotion fluctuation.

Zhang Ping's mother hesitated for a moment, and said, "...the Taoist priest, I will take you there."

She walked to the bottom of the hall, took out the key and opened a door. The moment the door opened, an unpleasant smell rushed out. Lu Siqing frowned and quietly held her breath.

The room is only about a few square meters, and there is a coffin in the middle. To ordinary people, it is an ordinary coffin, but people with yin and yang eyes or people like Lu Siqing can clearly see the coffin lingering around the coffin. A circle of dark red shadows, those shadows are even jumping crazily, ready to move, this is a precursor to the imminent corpse change.

It seems that he guessed right, someone did deceive Xu Ruohua with Zhang Ping's birthday.

At this time, Zhang Ping's elderly father also heard the voice and came down from the upstairs. The moment he saw Lu Siqing, he burst into tears, and his slightly hunched body knelt down in front of Lu Siqing. He choked up and said, "Master, please let my son be the master. I have never done anything wicked in my life. Why did God take my son away! My son is innocent! You have to save my son. "

Lu Siqing turned and exited the hut, pondered for a while, and said: "Death cannot bring people back to life, but after the death of the son, the soul is disturbed. The poor can only do his best to give him a ride, so that he will be less painful."

Zhang Ping's mother seemed to have lost the last straw, her feet were soft, she sat on the ground, and cried bitterly: "Son, take mom with you, take mom with you."

Zhang's father also lost his mind for a while, but he was the pillar of the family after all, he quickly realized, choked up and said: "I listened to the Taoist priest, and asked the Taoist priest to cast a spell to give my son a ride."

"Old Zhang, don't listen to him!" At this time, Zhang Ping's mother probably saw that Lu Siqing could not save her son, and became an unbelieving atheist again. She pretended to pounce on Lu Siqing and shouted, " What ghost Taoist leader, I think you are a liar! Liar! A liar who made money, you will die! Get out of here!"

Lu Siqing glanced at her lightly, her eyes were frighteningly cold, it was a kind of chill that made people fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhang Ping's mother fell silent for a moment, as if her soul had been taken away, she remained silent.

Lu Siqing looked at Zhang's father again, the eyebrows were still faint, and he said softly: "Please benefactor, please prepare a writing brush and yellow paper for me."

"Okay, okay." On the contrary, Zhang's father silently agreed to Lu Siqing, and quickly turned around to find a pen and paper silently.

In Zhang's father's eyes, no matter whether Lu Siqing was a real Taoist priest or a fake Taoist priest, as a father, he really didn't know what else he could do for his dead son. In short, if he could do more, then he would do more.

As long as there is a little way to let him exchange his life for his son's life, he is also willing.

Father Zhang quickly found a pen and paper. He tremblingly handed it to Lu Siqing with his frostbitten hands. His voice was a little out of tune, and he asked, "Master Daoist, do you think these can be used?"

"can."

Lu Siqing found a square table, took a pen and dipped it in ink, and immersed herself in drawing a few strokes on several pieces of yellow paper. Although there were only a few strokes, each stroke was vigorous and vigorous. One of them was written with Zhang Ping's birth date. .

Lu Siqing was a little distracted when he was putting down the pen. He still remembered that the man taught him these spells more than 2000 years ago. Thoughts would come in handy one day.

In order not to cause trouble, he only let Zhang Ping's father stay in the room where the coffin was placed, and Zhang Ping's father agreed very simply.

This room was originally small, but now that there is a coffin, it is even narrower. Father Zhang and Lu Siqing can only stand head to tail.

The room was very quiet, even the sound of a needle falling to the ground, I don't know if it was an illusion, Father Zhang always felt that he could only hear his own breathing in the whole room, but the immortal Taoist priest was actually silent. interest.

Lu Siqing put a candle in each of the four corners of the coffin, and with a wave of the whisk, the four candles lit up with faint blue flames at the same time.

Zhang's father was startled immediately, thinking that this Taoist leader really has some tricks, maybe he really met an expert.He held his breath, not daring to easily disturb the master's spellcasting.

At this time, Lu Siqing suddenly said in a low voice: "Come and light this talisman and put it in the center."

Father Zhang didn't dare to be careless, he carefully took the talisman paper with his son's birthday written on it from Lu Siqing's hand, and then carefully moved it to the candle and lit it.

The moment the flame touched the talisman paper, it flew high in an instant. Father Zhang was taken aback, but he didn't dare to throw it away, thinking that even if he was burned by the fire, he would have to complete the instructions of the master, but he put the talisman paper away. Only then did I realize that those flames were actually not scorching, but rather cool.

Zhang's father was even more surprised, and suddenly felt a strong sense of awe towards Lu Siqing, wishing he could just kneel down and pay homage to the master.

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The bright red blood moon above the head exudes a faint red shimmer, which makes people barely able to see.

After Xu Ruohua left Lu Ke, he found another place and quickly drew a few new talisman papers with the blood of his fingertips. He took out the dagger that was usually pinned to his waist, held it in his hand, and was on standby at any time.

The reason why blood is used to draw talismans is because the talisman paper written with blood as the medium is absolutely different from the talisman paper written with ink. The blood of the ghost hunter itself has the effect of exorcising ghosts and evil spirits. Dog blood is even better.Because of this, the blood of ghost hunters is especially precious. Their hematopoietic system is much weaker than that of ordinary people. The higher the spiritual power, the weaker it is, but the greater the threat to ghosts.

Xu Ruohua is used to taking the initiative to attack. When the preparations were done, he took out a piece of yellow talisman and whispered, "Go."

It was a ghost seeker.

The black shadow was not trapped by the three talisman fires for a long time, and it soon discovered that the power of those talisman fires was not enough to harm it, but when it broke through the talisman fire, the prey had already disappeared from its eyes.

When it found out that it had been cheated, it was surprisingly angry, and let out a hoarse roar, which was so loud that it resounded through the town.

Of course Lu Ke heard it too, his heart almost rose to his throat, he couldn't help shrunk himself into a ball, his whole body was trembling, but even so, he was still secretly telling himself: Be calm.

All around him was darkness from beginning to end, without a single sound, except for the silence, which was silence. He could only clearly hear the sound of his heart beating rapidly, and his rapid breathing. At this moment, his hands were tightly clenched into a ball, and his nails had pierced into his palms, but he didn't realize it.

From the moment Xu Ruohua disappeared, Lu Ke had already had the idea of ​​directly igniting that talisman paper, but when he thought of what Xu Ruohua said to him, he could only forcibly kill the idea.

Under such a high level of pressure and fear, he felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, but he knew that he absolutely couldn't vomit in this way, so he could only forcefully suppress his violently churning stomach.

Xu Ruohua followed the paper man all the way, and finally found the black shadow on a fairly wide street. It seemed to have grown a bit bigger, and gradually formed the outline of a "person".

It wanders the streets, looking for its prey.

Xu Ruohua hid in the corner, watching the ghost approaching him step by step. After all, the other party was a powerful ghost. Xu Ruohua didn't dare to be careless, and a little cold sweat broke out from the palm of his hand holding the dagger.

20 meters, 15 meters, ten meters, five meters, one meter!

Just when the ghost just turned his back on him, Xu Ruohua jumped out of the corner at an extremely fast speed, and threw three talisman papers behind the ghost with lightning speed!

However, the ghost's reaction was also extremely fast. It turned around and grabbed the three talisman papers, and it shattered into pieces with a light pinch. neck.

Xu Ruohua tilted his body, dexterously dodged the attack of the ghost, and at the same time quickly turned around, drawing a beautiful arc with his right hand, and the dagger in his hand instantly chopped off the arm that the ghost had transformed into.

The ghost was probably in pain, and let out a heart-piercing scream, which seemed to tear the soul apart. Xu Ruohua felt as if his whole body had been cut by thousands of blades, and he subconsciously covered his ears.

At this moment, the ghost suddenly stopped screaming and rushed towards him.

This time Xu Ruohua couldn't dodge in time, the neck was actually grabbed by the ghost, he tried to break free, but the ghost's hand was so strong that it directly pinched him dizzy.

He always felt that he had seen through life and death before, but at the moment of death, like all mortals, he had a strong desire to survive.

"Get lost!" Xu Ruohua suffocated his strength, raised his right hand and slashed at the ghost's arm, the torch dragon's scale cut the arm instantly, and he jumped back quickly Take a few steps to distance yourself from that ghost.

Xu Ruohua spit on the ground, only to feel the smell of blood from his throat to his mouth.To be honest, he didn't like this kind of hand-to-hand combat very much. If it wasn't because he was usually bored and practiced his hands, he might have already been the meal of the ghost at this time, the meat in his belly.