Qingyue Temple

[Outside the small window: The main reason for moving the grave is my grandfather’s filial piety. He wanted my great-grandfather and great-grandmother to be buried together, but the grave was razed to the ground and even the bones could not be found. The master who knew where it was asked, what should I do?The master heard this, and asked my grandfather to use the sheets that my great-grandfather used to sleep on to cover the place where my great-grandfather used to be. The soul will naturally follow my grandfather. 】

When Fang Shanshui saw this, his face was a little weird. This is really a crude way to move the grave, and it's not that it can't be done, but it's definitely not something that ordinary people can succeed in, and it's easy to have accidents.

[Outside the small window: My grandpa did as he did. He used a bed sheet to pocket the soil, called my great-grandfather's name, and went all the way back to the place where my great-grandmother was buried.The place where my great-grandmother was buried was also visited by Mr. Feng Shui, who said it was a good place for prosperous sons and grandchildren. 】

Fang Shanshui almost understood what the problem was, and sent a message to ask outside the small window: "Did you catch the wrong person when you moved the grave?"

【Outside the small window: It seems that I didn't make a mistake, but...】

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Since Xiong Jianjun moved his father's grave, he has been thinking about it all the time, and always feels that something is wrong.

One day, Xiong Jianjun had a dream. In the dream, he was walking home. He vaguely remembered that he was going to see his father. He first went down to the field to find someone. He saw two figures in the distance, resembling his father and his father. Third sister.

"Dad, third sister." Xiong Jianjun shouted from a distance and ran over.

When he got closer, Xiong Jianjun suddenly found that the person who looked like his father was not his father. Although his father had passed away for a long time, he still remembered that his father was a tall man, and this was a short man with a different face shape. He has a round face, although he is short, but his face is full of flesh and eyes, he doesn't look like a good person.

Xiong Jianjun hesitated for a moment, took two steps back and called the woman in red in front: "Sister?"

The woman in red heard the sound and turned her head.

Xiong Jianjun was taken aback, that woman was not his third sister, but a stranger.

Not only that, the woman's expression was also very scary, standing there looking at Xiong Jianjun gloomyly, making Xiong Jianjun's hair stand on end.

"Sorry, I got the wrong person."

Xiong Jianjun apologized, turned his head and left in a hurry. He didn't look back, but he always felt that the gaze of a man and a woman behind him seemed to be staring at him. Xiong Jianjun's back felt cold and his feet were unstable. Woke up from the dream in a cold sweat.

……

Having such a weird dream, no matter how you think about it, it feels wrong, so Xiong Jianjun went to find his younger brother Xiong Aiguo who moved the grave together with him.

Xiong Aiguo lives in the countryside, just not far from where his parents are now buried, and it is convenient for him to visit the grave and pay his respects.

Xiong Jianjun and Xiong Aiguo went to the field together to see their parents' graves. While walking, Xiong Jianjun told his younger brother about this weird dream he had.

But unexpectedly, before Xiong Aiguo finished listening to him, he immediately asked, "Is the man you dreamed of having a crew cut, round face, and short stature?"

Xiong Jianjun was surprised when he heard that, he didn't say what the man looked like just now, "How do you know?"

Xiong Aiguo's face was very strange, and he said in a low voice: "Because I also dreamed about it. Brother, do you think it is our parents who asked us for help in a dream?"

Xiong Jianjun was surprised: "What did you dream about? The same dream as mine?"

Xiong Aiguo shook his head: "No, but it's about the same. I dreamed a few days ago that I came home, and when I opened the door, my mother was sitting in the main room crying..."

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Xiong Aiguo dreamed that he had returned to his hometown, which was the big house in the countryside that they lived in when they were young.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his mother sitting in the main room crying. Xiong Aiguo couldn't help but wondered: "Mom, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? What happened?"

The mother cried and raised her head, but before she could speak, someone suddenly came in from outside the house.

As soon as the man came in, the mother immediately bowed her head and fell silent.

Xiong Aiguo looked back and saw a man with a fierce face entered the room. Seeing the man walk into his house carelessly, Xiong Aiguo immediately yelled dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing, come into my house do what?"

The man also said unceremoniously: "This is my home, it's not your turn to ask who I am. Get out of here."

As he said that, the man pushed Xiong Jianjun aside. Xiong Aiguo felt that he was very light. When he was lifted by the man, he almost staggered and fell out of the house. He didn't stop his body until he grabbed the door.

Xiong Aiguo was at a loss: "I'm not leaving, so please speak clearly. This is obviously my home, how could it be yours? My mother is still sitting in my main room. Mom, who is this person? Where is my father?"

The mother in the main room didn't look up, but when the man was facing Xiong Aiguo, she suddenly pointed to Xiong Aiguo at the table in the room.

Xiong Aiguo went in without knowing it, and asked again, but the man got impatient and started pushing and shoving.

While pushing and shoving, Xiong Aiguo looked into the room again, and suddenly found that the table his mother had just pointed out to him, and one leg of the table, seemed to have turned into a human hand. Xiong Aiguo was startled, and his hand As soon as it is loosened, the person falls backwards as if being pushed, and when weightless, the person wakes up from the bed.

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Xiong Jianjun and Xiong Aiguo paired their dreams together, and they were both speechless for a while.

After a long while, Xiong Jianjun said: "The handful of soil we have caught the wrong person, right? We captured some lonely ghosts and buried them in our family's cemetery?"

Xiong Aiguo's face was strange, and he recalled being sober in the dream: "I think we didn't catch the wrong one, but caught too much. In the dream, I asked our mother, where is our father, and she pointed to the house, and the one that turned into a cat in the end. A table with human hands, it can't be... our father, right?"

Xiong Aiguo and Xiong Jianjun looked at each other.

Xiong Jianjun sighed: "How can this be done?"

Xiong Aiguo frowned: "We have to find a way to get rid of these messy things. We can't just stay in our cemetery and bully our elders."

Xiong Jianjun was a little pessimistic: "What if I can't get rid of it?"

Xiong Aiguo's face became ruthless: "If you can't get rid of them, kill them! I don't believe it. I can't find one or two Taoist priests who can kill ghosts."

The place where the two talked was not far from the cemetery, and not long after they finished talking, they reached the ground.

Xiong Jianjun and Xiong Aiguo left after offering something for the two elders to sweep the grave, trying to find a way to rectify it.

……

Fang Shanshui was looking at the phone, the phone was beeping non-stop, and paragraph after paragraph of text was continuously transmitted from the screen.

The figurine master on his shoulder glanced at Fang Shanshui's cell phone, lost interest, and continued to shake his little white flag, producing a pile of black cotton wool.

Recently, Master’s interest in marshmallows has declined, and he gnaws less and less. He seems to be picky about the taste, and even occasionally sends the white banner to his body, so that he can play with it and don’t show up. In my own line of sight.

Of course, the line of sight of the figure master is basically equivalent to that of Fang Shanshui.

At this moment, the boring figure master blew the black cotton wool that was shaken out onto his body one by one.

The body was wrapped in black cotton wool in balls, and gradually, the body was wrapped into a ball, with hands and feet wrapped in it.

Jishen looked at the figurine master with a confused face. Those red eyes, which were exactly the same as the figurine master, were quickly covered with black cotton wool, and the head and face were wrapped in the ball, as if it had become a huge circle Balls of black wool.

The figurine master is still blowing the cotton wool, and the cotton wool falls on the ball of wool one by one, wrapping it bigger and stronger, and wrapping the body so that no shadow can be seen at all.

The figure master tilted his head to look at the moving ball of wool, stretched out a small finger, and pushed it lightly, and the ball of wool that he was sitting on immediately rolled off the table.

gurgling... bang... gurgling...

When Fang Shanshui, who was looking at his mobile phone, looked back, the ball of black wool where he was staying just rolled out of his sight, and he saw the figurine master looking up at him innocently.

Fang Shanshui looked around and didn't think of Jishen. After all, Jishen was occasionally sent aside by the figure master to play in the past two days, and he often disappeared.

Fang Shanshui: "Master, what are you doing?"

The figurine master held his own little white flag and shook his head, as if seriously answering Fang Shanshui that he was not doing anything.

Fang Shanshui looked left and right again, and saw nothing unusual, so he continued to check his phone.

The ghosts in the dream mentioned outside the small window did not seem to be any kind, but this small window said just now that his grandfather and second grandfather had a bloodbath at a place not far from the grave. that conversation.

This made Fang Shanshui feel that something happened at home outside the small window.

Sure enough, a long string of texts came out of the small window where no message had been sent for nearly half a minute.

[Outside the small window: A few days ago when my uncle was playing mahjong, a blood vessel ruptured suddenly, and he died not long after being sent to the hospital.The doctor said that my uncle's blood vessels were too fragile, and it was torn from the back of the neck to the back. The tear was nearly 30 centimeters, and there was no cure.Our family is very sad, and grandpa and grandma are even more old. No one thought about it at the time, but last night... last night was my uncle's first seven, and the coffin was delivered to my uncle. When the coffin was closed, my grandma fainted from crying.After we pinched her awake, she was very strange...]

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"Wake up, wake up!"

Zhao Nanping opened her eyes, but the eyeballs were moving around strangely, as if they were scanning the faces of the whole family around her, but the eyes were very strange, as if they didn't recognize any of them.

What's more, her eyes don't seem to be here, but somewhere else.

The people around looked at the situation as if something was wrong, they couldn't help but feel hairy, and asked in a hurry.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

"Sister, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Nanping's eyes fluttered, and she said in a strange and dull voice: "I'm playing."

Xiong Jianjun's heart was also suspended, and he said: "Nanping, stop playing, a couple of things are waiting for you, you should come back quickly!"

"I'll play for a while longer." Zhao Nanping replied, her eyes were still fluttering, and her eyeballs were wandering around on her old face, as if she was looking at everyone, but at the same time it seemed that no one was looking.

Sister Zhao Nanping asked, "Sister, where are you now?"

When Zhao Nanping heard this, her eyes were wide open, her head turned back and forth, her eyeballs rolled around, and she looked around, as if she was looking at the nearby geographical location, so that everyone around her couldn't help moving away, and then Listen to her say, "I'm by a small river."

"What are you doing by the river?"

Zhao Nanping's eyes fluttered: "Someone is pulling me to play."

Xiong Jianjun and others surrounding Zhao Nanping became more and more wrong, so they cursed: "Who are you, don't pester my wife, leave!"

After being drunk by Xiong Jianjun, Zhao Nanping's fluttering eyes suddenly changed, as if she was a different person again.

Sister Zhao Nanping hurriedly asked, "Sister, do you still know us?"

Zhao Nanping rolled her eyes: "I don't know."

Xiong Jianjun said angrily: "I don't know what you are doing in my house! What do you want to do?"

Zhao Nanping didn't say a word, just didn't leave, with a strange look on her face, half happy and half happy, half smiling, her eyes kept rolling, sweeping over everyone's faces, as if she wanted to wipe everyone's faces one by one. Just write it down.

At this time someone asked, "Do you want money? We will burn some paper money for you, and you can leave after burning it."

Zhao Nanping, who was silent at first, glanced at the speaker, and seemed to really want money.

Seeing this, a few juniors in sackcloth and filial piety took a pile of paper money that was supposed to be burned for the uncle, and were about to go to the intersection ahead to burn the paper money.

When the leading boy was about to leave, he yelled loudly to the left and right, "Everyone who came from south to north, followed me to pick up money."

Outside the small window, Xiong Xinman took a lighter and went out with her second brother. When she passed by a neighbor's door, a square mirror happened to be hung at the door. Xiong Xinman glanced into the mirror inadvertently, and was frightened Withdrawing his gaze, he dared not look in again.

In the mirror, she seemed to see many shadowy things following behind them.

Xiong Xinman and the others came back after burning the paper money, and before they had time to ask how grandma was doing, they heard the cry inside: "Not enough, too little money."

The few people who had just returned from burning the paper looked at each other in blank dismay. They thought they would be able to send away the mess after burning the paper, but unexpectedly they got entangled.

What to do if it is not enough, burn it again?It is not enough to burn it again. Grandma is weak, because the uncle passed away suddenly, she has not closed her eyes for several days and nights, and she is old.

At this moment, Xiong Xinman remembered a rosary she bought online. The rosary was recommended by a superstitious friend of hers some time ago. When I came back and wore it on my body, I really didn’t remember it just now.

There is really no way now, thinking of my superstitious friend, I immediately thought of it, Xiong Xinman immediately took off the rosary around his neck, and ran up with the heart of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and put it on for grandma neck.

Xiong Jianjun, who supported Zhao Nanping, asked, "Manman, what is that?"

"That's something I bought online to ward off evil spirits." Xiong Xinman looked at his grandmother expectantly, and saw Zhao Nanping wearing a rosary, closing her eyes as if suddenly sleepy.

After a while, Zhao Nanping groaned softly and opened her eyes again.

This time, her eyes seemed to be normal, and she no longer looked at people like before.

Zhao Nanping glanced at her husband behind her, seemed very tired, and called out hesitantly: "Jianjun..."

"Wake up, wake up!" The people around were pleasantly surprised when they heard her call and knew that they had returned to normal.

Just now because Zhao Nanping was in a coma due to shock, everyone carried her out to a ventilated place in the yard. Now that she woke up, she was worried that she would get sick if the cold wind blows for a long time, so they called Zhao Nanping and carried her into the house.

Zhao Nanping rested in the room for a while, when only their own family members were left in the room, Zhao Nanping suddenly reached out to hold Xiong Jianjun's hand, and said: "Jianjun, someone wants to kill us, Jianlin was killed by them... ..."

Zhao Nanping's words surprised everyone in the room. Jianlin was Xiong Jianlin, the eldest son of the Xiong family who had just passed away.

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[Outside the small window: After waking up, grandma suddenly said that someone is going to kill us, and my uncle has been taken away, and they are looking for my grandfather and second grandfather.My grandpa said she was hysterical, whoever wants to kill us.But my grandma insisted that it was my grandpa who caught the wrong people when they moved the grave. There were four or five ghosts, not one or two. Just now, when my grandma fainted, they almost took her away as well.If I hadn't put the rosary on her in time, she would have been half in the river. 】

[Outside the small window: It's scary.Master, what should we do?Could it be those ghosts in my family's ancestral grave who are causing trouble?Will they continue to attack us? 】

After reading the narration outside the small window, Fang Shanshui replied: "Give me your home address, and I will visit your ancestral grave in the next two days."

Outside the small window, I have long heard that the master of Qingyue Temple is difficult to invite. I wanted to consult, and I was satisfied if I could give her a solution. I didn't expect to get the promise of the master to come to help in person, so I was overjoyed and hurried to report. My address and mobile phone, and then thank you repeatedly.

Fang Shanshui put down his phone and looked at the other appointments in the store. Most of them were business requests. After such a comparison, Fang Shanshui suddenly understood why he failed to get the golden light of merit in the first two times.

Fang Shanshui shook his head, bought a train ticket according to the address given outside the small window, and set off in two hours.

The sooner you go, the better it will be resolved sooner.

If those evil spirits were really so bold, going one step earlier would save lives.

The figurine master leaned against Fang Shanshui's hand holding the phone, sat for a while, saw the ball of black wool that had just been poked away by it, and rolled back by itself. Halfway through the roll, the wool ball was torn, and a head came out.

Where the ball of wool was broken, it seemed that a hole had been gnawed out by Jishen.

After sticking out his head, Jishen glanced at the figurines of Master and Fang Shanshui on the table, then gnawed on the ball of wool that entangled him, eating it looked more elegant than the figurine of Master, chewing slowly, But the speed didn't seem to be much slower than it, and the huge ball of wool was visibly reduced by the naked eye.

Figurine master: ...

Fang Shanshui glanced at the figurine of Master: "What's wrong, Master?"

The figure master shook his head, climbed onto Fang Shanshui's arm, followed his arm to Fang Shanshui's shoulder, and sat down vicissitudes of life with his own little white flag.

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The assistant looked at Fang Mu. He was watching the promotional video just released by the crew, and he had replayed it more than ten or twenty times. Although he looked good, wouldn't he get tired of watching it this way?

The assistant really can't figure it out. My boss needs to be talented, good-looking, rich, and whoever he likes is not easy to grasp. It is so roundabout, and it doesn't fit his IQ at all.

While complaining in his heart, the assistant suddenly saw the boss turning his head to look at him, and hurriedly sat down and waited for the boss' instructions.

Fang Mu pointed blankly at the video he had just watched countless times, and said dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you ask you to spend money? Did you not spend enough money? Or did you deduct it yourself? Why are there so few scenes? I repeated the loop more than ten times, and only a few minutes passed. My dedicated assistant, do you think my time is too precious, and you want me to end entertainment and go to work quickly?"

The assistant refused to accept Fang Mu's accusation, and called Qu: "Boss, he is an investor, not an actor. I have worked very hard. If I hadn't found someone there to promote the enthusiasm for buying, you probably wouldn't have seen your beautiful boy appear in On TV, you should praise me... Boss, why don't I talk to the director of the crew, edit all his shots, and make a book for you?"

"……no need."

Fang Mu turned back and continued to press his loop playback button.

The assistant accompanied Fang Mu, watching the footage on the TV loop over and over again, always repeating the moment when the owner of the incense and candle shop raised his head and lowered his head, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

It was the first time I saw that the boss was so interested in people, and he only focused on watching their videos, and even missed a few words about his brother who was always talking about him.

However, as if thinking about something, the assistant just thought about it when he heard Fang Mu say, "He looks like my younger brother."

Those who have been with Fang Mu for a long time basically know that he has a younger brother who is said to have disappeared when he was a child.

The assistant was surprised. At first he thought that the boss had taken a fancy to him, but after a long time, he still had something to do with his younger brother.

But it's also a big deal.

Assistant: "Boss, are you sure? Then why didn't you say it earlier, I'll find someone to investigate his background, what if it's true?"

Fang Mu flatly refused: "No investigation."

"What? Why?" The assistant who was taking out his phone to dial someone thought he had heard it wrong.

The boss who has always put his younger brother at the center of his life, how could he miss an opportunity to find his younger brother.

Fang Mu glanced at the surprised assistant, and suddenly said with great interest: "You said if I gave him a gift, would he accept it? What gift would he like?"

The assistant couldn't adapt to the jumping speed of the boss's thinking. Wasn't he still discussing finding a younger brother just now?

"Still not." Fang Mu suddenly fell silent again, "My brother, I can't find him...it won't be like that again."