Qingyue Temple

Fang Shanshui picked up the red paper in the red circle and shook it, as if he was shaking some invisible things back into the circle blocked by the red line.

Xiong Xinman stared at it, always feeling that when Fang Shanshui was shaking, a few shadows seemed to fall from the paper, but he couldn't see it very clearly.

Fang Shanshui turned around and said, "Go find an iron basin, do you have paper money ingots at home? Bring some too."

Xiong Aiguo's family lives in the countryside, not far from his parents' cemetery. Hearing this, he immediately said: "Yes, yes, master, wait a moment, I'll go home and get it."

"Slow down, Jianshu, you go with your second uncle." Seeing that his younger brother was still flustered at such an advanced age, Xiong Jianjun asked his son to go with him a little worriedly.

"Okay."

Xiong Xinman squatted next to Fang Shanshui, and seeing Fang Shanshui began to write and draw on the red paper again, he couldn't help asking whimsically: "Master, are you taking what they just confessed as a confession, and you are going to give it to me together?" Let the hell be burned."

After asking, Fang Shanshui unexpectedly nodded.

Xiong Xinman was quite surprised. Seeing that Fang Shanshui didn't think he was talking too much nonsense, he said again: "The burning of paper money and ingots is a favor fee for entrusting the people below to do things?"

Fang Shanshui had already finished writing and drawing on the red paper, and was folding the red paper into sections, as if he was making a rhythm for the memorial.

After hearing Xiong Xinman's words, Fang Shanshui looked up at Xiong Xinman.

Xiong Xinman felt that the eyes of the master seemed to say, you are very wise.

After a while, Xiong Aiguo and the two came back, holding a bunch of things in an iron basin.

There are a lot of gold papers for stacking ingots, but only a few are folded, Xiong Aiguo said: "There are more than 500 gold papers for ingots in total, but all the folded ones were burned by parents, and they are probably cheap. Those wild ghosts are gone, master, do these have to be stacked? Then shall we stack them now?"

Fang Shanshui nodded: "The most important thing about burning things to the underworld is a process of taking form. For money, people must be able to realize what it is once they see it. Paper money is printed with old banknotes that have passed through. For a while, it’s enough to be popular, and the ingots must be folded into shape.”

After the master said so, the Xiong family looked at each other, and they had no choice but to squat on the ground together honestly and start stacking gold ingots.

Fang Shanshui put the red paper in his hand on the ground. To prevent accidents, he put his hand on the master and pressed it like a paperweight. Then he also took the gold paper and started to help fold the ingots.

Fang Shanshui folded quite fast, more skilled than the others from Xiong's family.

Xiong Jianjun originally wanted to tell the master to go to the house to rest for a while, and then come back after they finished folding, but he was too embarrassed to say anything when he saw this. Maybe the master thinks that they are slow and ugly, so he came to show them...

Sitting on the red paper that Fang Shanshui asked him to guard, the hand-figured master watched Fang Shanshui fold the ingots, and his body was wrapped into a ball of yarn with black cotton wool, so he couldn't see anyone.

But this time, the woolen ball blown by the figurine master is relatively hollow and relatively buoyant, so it is floating in the air around Fang Shanshui.

The figure master left a piece of thread, and held the ball of wool on the small white flag in his hand. When the flag was waved, he could see the ball of wool rolling in the air and slowly swaying in front of Fang Shanshui.

At this time, Fang Shanshui would be attracted by the yarn ball, look back at the figurine master, lift its little hand, and then go back to stack the ingots.

Seeing this, the hand-made master happily flew the wool ball kite, circled it once or twice, Fang Shanshui turned his head once, circled it three or four times, Fang Shanshui turned his head again, circled it five or six times...

After going around five or six times, the figurine master found that Jishen had gnawed out a hole in the ball of wool, so the head, which was exactly the same as Jishen, came out of the ball of wool.

In this way, when the ball of wool floated past Fang Shanshui, Fang Shanshui only looked at the things in the ball of wool and didn't look back.

Figurine master: ...

Silently dragged it back into the ball of wool and quietly gnawed on the wool to look at Fang Shanshui's body. Facing Fang Shanshui who was looking back, the figurine master gave him an indifferent look, as if you don't need you here anymore.

Fang Shanshui laughed, and put a folded small ingot beside the master to save it from being bored.

After stacking for a while, Yan Ming'an, who was leaning against a tree, woke up with a confused look on his face. He glanced at the Xiong family who was squatting beside him folding paper ingots, and then remembered where he was, but was even more surprised: "What's the matter?" What happened just now? Why am I sitting on the ground?"

Xiong Aiguo said without hesitation: "Master Yan, you were possessed by a ghost just now, it's scary."

Yan Ming'an was taken aback: "Nonsense! I..."

He wanted to deny it, but Yan Ming'an thought about the situation just before he passed out, and it seemed that something was wrong, "I just saw a figure in the woods, it looked like a man, and it looked like a woman, and then the figure looked at me At that time, I looked at him and suddenly lost consciousness."

After finishing speaking, Yan Ming'an shivered, as if he was frightened by the memories he described.

Xiong Xinman, who was stacking ingots, secretly rolled his eyes: "It's a ghost, but it has been caught by Master Fang, Master Yan, you don't have to be afraid."

Yan Ming'an suddenly felt embarrassed when he heard the words, and wanted to say that there was no ghost in the world, it was all due to the influence of yin and yang magnetic fields, and it was all hallucinations, but he couldn't say anything when he opened his mouth. Everyone was stacking ingots, and they changed the subject a little embarrassedly: "What are you doing? Are you burning paper for someone?"

Xiong Xinman continued to rush to answer: "Burn it for the ghost workers who work in the underworld."

Yan Ming'an was embarrassed again, feeling that Xiong Xinman was pissing him off on purpose, always burying him with thorns in his words.But Yan Ming'an was wrong. Xiong Xinman hated him at first, but the second time he really answered seriously. It's just that Yan Ming'an is now embarrassed and ashamed, so naturally everything he hears seems like a sarcasm.

Yan Ming'an wanted to leave with a wave of his sleeves, but looking at the darkened sky around him and the shadowy woods in the countryside, he had the experience of losing consciousness just now, Yan Ming'an really didn't dare to go alone now, so he had to stay and watch Several people folded the ingots, intending to wait for them to finish their work, and then follow them.

When Fang Shanshui and the others finished stacking the ingots, it was completely dark.

Fang Shanshui took the iron basin and placed it in front of him about a foot away from the place where the ghost with the red rope circle was. The symbol is pressed underneath.

When he was ready, Fang Shanshui scratched a few times with his fingernails on a stack of paper money printed on old banknotes, and threw it into the brazier to light it.

Xiong Xinman and the others watched Fang Shanshui burn the paper, but they didn't know how Fang Shanshui burned it. It was burning and burning, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger. On the small brazier, it seemed like a huge fire circle was set up.

Xiong Xinman and the others couldn't stand the fire. Only Fang Shanshui was still standing in front of the brazier, and there were piles of paper money beside him. Fang Shanshui almost didn't need to throw them, as if they were blown by the wind.

"Aren't you afraid of causing a fire if you burn like this? The trees around here are very..." Yan Ming'an reminded aloud, afraid that those flying paper money would fall into the surrounding dense forest before, but before he finished speaking, he saw those flying paper money and burned them. They were burning, but they all threw themselves into the brazier in a strange way, and suddenly stopped talking, and even forgot to close their mouths in surprise.

Fang Shanshui took the figurine of Master and its ball of yarn back to his bosom, and picked up the red paper.

Facing the fire which was almost as high as a person, Fang Shanshui stood up, made a seal with his hands and bowed, and then threw the folded red paper straight into the fire.

Seeing Fang Shanshui throwing it like this, Xiong's family felt that the red paper would penetrate the flames and fall on the ground behind the brazier, thinking that Fang Shanshui was not planning to let the red paper burn completely, but unexpectedly, the red paper would fall on the ground as soon as it came into contact with the flames. , It's like lighting gunpowder, it's all over at once.

"Boom!" The red paper instantly turned to ashes.

This scene was like a special effects shot. The folded red paper didn't seem to be burned, but it seemed to have passed through a fire door and entered another world.

Yan Ming'an felt more and more absurd as he watched from the sidelines, and even wondered whether Fang Shanshui had added material to the red paper and came here to juggle.

Seeing that all the red paper had disappeared, Fang Shanshui poured the folded ingots into the brazier again.

Like the piece of red paper, the ingot was burnt at an extremely fast speed.

The people from the Xiong family stared at it with wide eyes, as if if they were more careful, they could really see someone coming to take the money.

The paper money and ingots in the brazier were all turned into ashes, but the fire on the brazier did not weaken. In the darkness, the orange flame was strangely turning blue-green little by little.

Even behind the blue-green flame, there seemed to be the sound of chains faintly.

"Where did the voice come from?"

"Shh."

The Xiong family and Yan Ming'an originally thought that they had heard it wrong, but when they looked at the people around them, they realized that they were not the only one who heard it.

Fang Shanshui, who was standing in front of the flame, turned his head to remind the people behind him, saying: "You can avoid it for a while, turn around, and don't look directly at it. By the way, stay away from the place surrounded by my red rope."

"Oh." Xiong Xinman and others, who were hanging on their hearts, obediently stayed away from the red rope, turned their backs, and stopped looking at the blue flame that made people want to have nightmares.

Seeing that several people had turned around, Yan Ming'an hesitated, and then turned around too, but he always felt that Fang Shanshui was playing tricks, and from time to time, he couldn't help it, and wanted to look back.

The sound of the chains was getting closer and closer, and it made people feel more and more creepy. They thought that they would not be afraid if their backs were facing those who couldn't see them, and goosebumps came up layer by layer, and they were actually more frightening than when they were looking directly at them.

"Whoa-"

Xiong Xinman trembled with fright, as if he felt the chain slipping behind him like a snake.

Xiong Aiguo and the big men were also taken aback. They thought that the ghost was caught, and there was nothing scary about it. They didn't expect it to be even scarier now.

Yan Ming'an felt more and more that Fang Shanshui was playing tricks. Hearing the sound of the chain behind him, it seemed to be close to his ears, as if he was dragging something. Accompanied by a piercing hum, it seemed that the TV had suddenly lost its signal. buzzing.

Yan Ming'an couldn't help but look back quietly, wanting to see if Fang Shanshui was playing tricks with something, but when he turned his head, Yan Ming'an found that he really saw a chain, and that chain came from in front of Fang Shanshui. Stretched out of the flames!

A few beggar-like people were tied behind the chains, and they were constantly dragging them towards the direction of the flames. Those people seemed to be howling with their mouths wide open, but Yan Ming'an couldn't hear what they were shouting, and he could only hear them. A station-like hum.

Yan Ming'an's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized that the person who was chained was someone he had just met!

It was the person he saw in the woods before he lost consciousness. At this moment, the person who was bound by thick chains around his wrists and struggling on the ground also raised his head to look at Yan Ming'an. His face was ferocious and strange, and Yan Ming'an was horrified. He backed away, but at this moment, he found that the chains that bound those people had split, and it was coming towards him!

"what!"

Hanging in their hearts, Xiong Aiguo and others, who were silently waiting for the sound of chains to pass, suddenly heard Yan Ming'an's heart-piercing screams, and they all trembled in fright.

Xiong Aiguo also forgot Fang Shanshui's confession, turned his head to look subconsciously, and saw Yan Ming'an fainted on the ground. Unlike Yan Ming'an, Xiong Aiguo saw the ghost and the chains that bound the ghost directly, and only saw the flame in front of Fang Shanshui. There seemed to be some human-like shadows puffing through the flames.

Fang Shanshui seemed to pull one out of those shadows, waved his hand and gently swept in Yan Ming'an's direction.

Xiong Aiguo went in without knowing it, and asked Fang Shanshui anxiously: "Master? What happened? Master Yan, is he alright?"

Although Master Yan was unreliable, he was the one who invited him after all. If something happened, Xiong Aiguo would not be able to explain it.

Xiong Xinman found that the second master Xiong Aiguo had turned his head back. Hearing the sound of the chains fading away behind him, he couldn't help but scratch his heart and wanted to look back.

Fang Shanshui cupped his hands towards the flame, as if thanking him, and then said: "It's all right. You can turn around now."

With Fang Shanshui's permission, Xiong Xinman jumped over in an instant, Xiong Jianjun and Xiong Jianshu also watched curiously, but at this moment they could see nothing, and even the blue-green flame in front of Fang Shanshui was slowly fading away , became thinner, as if from heavy makeup to light smear.

Xiong Aiguo hurried to help Yan Mingan up, touched his mouth and nose, and felt relieved that he was breathing normally.

Xiong Aiguo said with a headache: "Why is Master Yan fainted again?"

Fang Shanshui: "He has just been possessed, and there is still ghost energy in his body, so he is easy to be accidentally injured. Just now I asked you to turn around, mainly to let him turn around. You are full of yang, and it will not hinder you if you look back. I just didn't expect you No one looked back, only he looked back."

When Xiong Xinman heard this, he almost regretted wanting to beat his chest and stomp his feet. He was a little unwilling to stare at the huge flame group that gradually dissipated, as if he could see something different if he took another look.

Xiong Aiguo, who was supporting Yan Ming'an, had a strange expression on his face: "Then Master, Master Yan is now..."

Fang Shanshui: "It's just a matter of getting unlucky, maybe I'll catch a cold for a day or two."

Xiong Xinman stared at the fading flame for a long time, and saw that the flame had shrunk to the size of a washbasin and was about to disappear. He still didn’t see anything. He was about to be disappointed when he suddenly found that the flame was shaking violently. stand up.

Then, Xiong Xinman saw it.

The flame was like a door leading to another world. There seemed to be a road behind the door, and a few strange people on the road were being chained and dragged forward.

But somehow, two of the five people who were bound by the chains suddenly broke free.

Xiong Xinman yelled: "Master! Look, look, what's going on?"

Fang Shanshui turned his head when he heard the sound, and after a glance, he frowned instantly.

The five ghosts who were bound by chains seemed to be intercepted by something halfway, half of their bodies fell into a strange black vortex. The ghost messenger wanted to catch the two ghosts, but it was too late, so they could only immediately remove the remaining ghosts from the chains. The three dragged aside and watched the black vortex swallow the two ghosts before disappearing slowly.

Hearing Xiong Xinman's exclamation, not only Fang Shanshui, but Xiong Jianjun and the others also turned their heads to look. However, Xiong Jianjun and the others didn't see anything, only the blue-green flame that was about to disappear, shaking all the time, as if being caught The wave-like wind was blowing, as if it was about to blow out.

Puchi.

The fire is out.

Xiong Xinman approached Fang Shanshui and asked worriedly, "Master, did something happen?"

Although they didn't see anything, Xiong Xinman's words still made Xiong Jianjun and the others nervous, looking at Fang Shanshui and waiting for his answer.

Fang Shanshui shook his head: "Don't worry, even if there is any accident in the underworld, they will take care of it. Now that those ghosts have gone down, they can't come back to trouble you again. As for..."

Having said that, Fang Shanshui suddenly stopped talking, as if he had nothing to say, but only reassured Xiong Xinman and others.

With Fang Shanshui's guarantee, Xiong Xinman didn't worry about what he saw just now, and the Xiong family felt relieved, and began to thank Fang Shanshui repeatedly.

Several members of the Xiong family packed up all the nearby things, and Xiong Jianjun used the melons and fruits brought by his younger brother just now, placed them in front of his parents' graves, lit incense and kowtowed, and told his parents what happened just now, so that They can rest assured.

Xiong Jianjun: "Mom and Dad, your son's unfilial piety has caused you to suffer. Now those evil spirits have been driven away by the master, you are well, if you need anything, please entrust us with your dreams in the future."

Seeing this, Xiong Aiguo stepped forward and kowtowed.

Fang Shanshui stayed aside, taking advantage of the worship of the Xiong family, he tapped Yan Ming'an's acupoints to help him pull out the Yin Qi in his body, took out his mobile phone by the way, and booked himself a ticket back home.

After the Xiong family finished kowtowing one by one, Fang Shanshui had already bought a ticket, and Yan Ming'an also woke up.

"Why... why am I dizzy again, thank you, Master Fang." Yan Ming'an was half confused, woke up, glanced at Fang Shanshui beside him, sighed and thanked, then Yan Ming'an fell silent.

While thanking Fang Shanshui, the people of the Xiong family politely invited Fang Shanshui into the car. Before getting into the car, Fang Shanshui looked back as if feeling something, and suddenly found that there were two more people in front of the Xiong family ancestor's grave that had just left. Some kind faces.

Fang Shanshui was more sensitive to the two spots of fluorescent gold in the darkness, and when he looked at them, he saw the flickering gold flitting out from the two figures, slowly approaching suddenly and suddenly.

It seemed that Fang Shanshui looked back at them, and the two figures in the dark bowed their heads gratefully to say goodbye. The moment they bowed their heads, the star point that Fang Shanshui had just seen had drifted in front of Fang Shanshui. His eyes blinked, but he didn't seem to see anything.

Just like last time, after the two illusory golden lights circled around Fang Shanshui and the figurine master on his shoulder, they all split apart and turned into four fluorescent lights that were about to dissipate, and then quickly plunged into Fang Shanshui In the spirit altar with the figure of the master, like a flame that is about to be extinguished, it is exerting the last bit of residual heat.

Fang Shanshui, who didn't feel much about the golden light of merit and virtue last time, seemed to have a sense of tranquility this time. He closed his eyes, and the altar was clear, as if he had entered into a samadhi instantly.

The people from the Xiong family were inviting Fang Shanshui to get into the car, when they suddenly found that Fang Shanshui was not moving while looking at the cemetery behind him, they couldn't help being a little strange, and they all looked in the direction Fang Shanshui was looking at.

In the darkness, under the illumination of the headlights, the two figures swayed for a moment before disappearing behind the tombstone.

Xiong Aiguo rubbed his eyes, the person is no longer there, could it be that he misread, Xiong Aiguo asked Xiong Jianjun in a questioning tone: "Brother, I seem to see our parents?"

Xiong Jianjun: "I saw it too."

Xiong Xinman and Xiong Jianshu also nodded vigorously, expressing that they were the same, Yan Ming'an did not speak, and the world view was being quietly collapsed and reshaped.

Xiong Jianjun sighed: "It looks like it's really all right, parents are here to see the master off?"

Xiong Aiguo also sighed: "Yes, my parents have also suffered, and it is finally resolved, thanks to Master Fang."

At this time, Fang Shanshui opened his eyes.

The Xiong family who were talking hurriedly asked: "Master, what happened to you just now?"

Fang Shanshui said: "It's okay, let's go."

Fang Shanshui and his party got in the car and left. Xiong Aiguo, who lives nearby, waved goodbye to them.

Fang Shanshui had already bought a ticket, and was about to rush back to Huicheng right now, so he asked the Xiong family to put him down when they arrived in the city.

Hearing that Fang Shanshui was in a hurry to leave, the Xiong family quickly tried to persuade them to stay, saying that they had already booked a table, and when they got back, they called the whole family to thank Fang Shanshui, and wrapped a big red envelope as a thank you gift, but they said several times, Fang Shanshui was determined to go, so he had to send Fang Shanshui directly to the train station.

When going to the train station, Xiong Jianshu seemed to be catching up with Fang Shanshui's ticket time, so he drove slowly on purpose. When he arrived at the station, the youngest son of the Xiong family happened to drive over on a motorcycle, carrying a large backpack. A lot of things are stuffed.

When sending Fang Shanshui to the station, Xiong Jianjun handed the bag to Fang Shanshui without saying a word, "Master, this is a fruit we have grown at home. You have just picked it. You can take it home and wash it before eating it."

Fang Shanshui was holding the thrown package, and before he could return it, he was pushed in and went through the security check.

In the heavy bag, Fang Shanshui guessed what was in it. Seeing that the Xiong family was waving at him from a long distance, he didn't refuse. He carried the bag on his shoulder and waved goodbye to the Xiong family.

The figurine master sat on Fang Shanshui's shoulders, and in the midst of people coming and going, put his arms around Fang Shanshui's neck and got closer. Fang Shanshui waved, and it waved too, although no one could see it.