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

The world at the foot of the mountain was very different from when Guan Qing came out. The natural disaster and severe drought were coming to an end, fine green colors emerged from the cracked fields, lying softly on the riddled earth like plasters.

Guan Qing led his donkey slowly from south to north, passed silent mountains and rivers, walked through turbulent rivers, walked to the red-yellow sky and gradually dissipated the gunpowder smoke, and the night was no longer covered by cloud-like crows. He was in a small village. stopped.The population of the village is withered, more than half of the tile-roofed houses have collapsed, and the newly built thatched huts are covered with dew, like silent faces staring at him silently.

Guan Qing set up a booth at the entrance of the village - a fortune-telling booth. On the table of the booth, there were a few dull tortoise shells, and the old god rolled up his sleeves on the ground and leaned against the tree trunk to bask in the sun.

The severe drought not long ago seemed to have exhausted all the temperature of the star above the head, and the sunlight cast down was warm and genial, making Guan Qing drowsy.

Before he fell asleep completely, footsteps of varying severity sounded in front of the stall, and he yawned and straightened up.

It was a crippled woman with gray hair and half of her eyeballs covered by a thick white cloud. She stared at the stall for a long time, then at Guan Qing, and finally sat down hesitantly: "Are you a fortune teller?"

Guan Qing nodded.

The woman's eyes were very bad, and she didn't focus on Guan Qing for a long time, but she could feel that the opposite was a decent person, and they were like rural people like them. She twisted her clothes for a long time, Asked: "Can you help me calculate the whereabouts of individuals?"

Guan Qing pushed a blank piece of paper to her, and handed over a pen: "Write something."

The woman smiled awkwardly: "I, I can't read."

Guan Qing stared blankly at the front, and said calmly: "Then tell the horoscope."

The woman talked well, and then told him the horoscope of the person she was looking for.

After Guan Qing heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he wrote lightly: "Dead."

The woman stared at him blankly, as if she didn't hear his words clearly: "What, what?"

Guan Qing repeated it patiently: "Dead."

The woman sat in front of his booth blankly for a long time, until a woman who came back from the same village saw it, looked at Guan Qing suspiciously, pulled her up from the stake, and pulled her over again: "His aunt What are you doing here?"

The woman trembled her lips, and hurriedly wiped away her tears: "I, I want to figure out where my second son is now. I don't know if he is doing well or not."

"Oh, what can this young man figure out at such a young age!" The woman murmured fiercely, "Looking at his appearance, he is a son of a wealthy family who came out to have fun. We can't afford to offend such a person. Besides, you The second son of the family left home when he was young, when..."

The woman didn't go any further, just sighed heavily.

Guan Qing heard the blind woman crying hard, her tone was very indifferent: "In this world, it is not necessarily better to be alive than to be dead."

The woman was stunned for a moment, and the women in the same village couldn't help but look at Guan Qing again, and they were frightened by the icy coldness on his face, and hurriedly pulled the woman into the village: "Hurry up, his aunt, This is blind...Young Master, it looks scary."

At night, Guan Qing slept in the cemetery outside the village, and slept for half the night leaning on the warm body of the hill, when he opened his eyes, he looked at the dark sky with a bit of bewilderment.There were people crying faintly in the surrounding graves, and gradually, more and more people were crying, all of them were innocent souls who died in the chaos of war and could not be reincarnated.

Guan Qing took a deep breath: "It's so noisy."

When he went down, all the crying stopped abruptly.The souls wandering in the cemetery are very afraid of him, even though the smell of this young man is attractive and delicious to the ghosts, but their instinct makes them hide away.

The last female ghost who tried to possess Guan Qing in vain, now there is no soul residue left.

Guan Qing leaned on the donkey and meditated on the night for a long time, and suddenly became dull. He got up and took out a small golden pig the size of a palm from his luggage.Before leaving, Taoist Zhichun gave him a lot of money, most of which were gold, silver and jade articles. The sudden wealth made Guan Qing silent for a long time.

Taoist Zhichun was still worried that he would not have enough flowers on the road, and wanted to put Zun Hetian Jade Buddha in his luggage, but Guan Qing strongly refused.

His master is really unfathomable.

Guan Qing left the little golden pig by the pillow of the woman who was fortune-telling in the daytime, and led Xiao Shan to continue northward along the bumpy mountain road.

On the road, some people with malicious intentions once tried to trick him, a beautiful and blind man, either he was so frightened that he lost his mind, or he was enshrined as a god, please be the guest of honour.

Guan Qing didn't stay in one place for a long time, but he gradually gained his reputation. Everyone knew that there was a handsome and extraordinary young talent in the Taoist sect, who was good at divination, geomancy, and exorcism.

With fame comes trouble.

That was Guan Qing's first day in Dragon City. If the world he lived in had not changed, then Dragon City at this time would be Yan City in the future, and this was also the final destination of his trip.

The long journey made Xiao Shan's temper very bad, and he had to rest for a long time after walking ten miles. After Guan Qing tried his last trick of hanging apples to no avail, he decided to take a good rest in Longcheng with people and donkeys.

He rented a small yard with the money he earned on the road. The yard was not big, but there was a millstone, which was exactly the same as the one in Taoist Zhichun's yard on the mountain.So Guan Qing bought some more soybeans, planning to grind the soybean milk for tomorrow's breakfast, and the soybean dregs can also be used as a side dish.

The life experience of two lifetimes is enough for him to live well alone, but occasionally Guan Qing feels a little lonely, and he always feels like a lonely ghost wandering on the edge of this world, even though he has lived for decades , maybe live longer...

On the night of the stay, someone visited, to be precise, not a person.

A centipede with a human face two or three meters long quietly crawled into Guan Qing's room from the top of the short courtyard wall, aiming at the pillow with a pair of glowing green fangs, it quickly stabbed down hard.

Puff, two holes were broken in the pillow, and the green venom directly corroded the pillow and the bed to form two bowl-sized holes.

Puff, a cluster of candlelight leaped lightly by the window, Guan Qing took a sip of tea leisurely: "It's hard for you not to sleep in the middle of the night."

As soon as he finished speaking, the centipede suddenly sprang up, like a giant python sweeping down the bedpost, and pounced on Guan Qing.

A figure suddenly stood up on the flat ground, its figure was elongated by the moonlight, holding two huge axes, it jumped into a fight with the centipede.

However, in a few rounds, the centipede was viciously defeated by the opponent, and it was obviously at a disadvantage.

A slender beam of light slipped out of the centipede, and flew towards the night sky against the corner of the wall.

"Want to run?" Guan Qing sneered, flicked his fingers, white light flashed after him, and a faint burnt smell floated in the air.

A blind Taoist priest screamed in a certain house a few streets away, covered his bleeding eyes and rolled from side to side on the ground, wailing endlessly.

After the ax-wielding monster killed the centipede, he stood motionless in place, unable to see the vividness of a moment ago.

Guan Qing waved at it: "Come here."

The weirdo walked over docilely, like an obedient dog squatting under Guan Qing's knees.

The moonlight shone through the window lattice, illuminating the room, and the strange man turned out to be a thin piece of paper man.

Guan Qing raised his hand and patted its head as a reward, and thought for a moment: "You don't have a name until now, can I give you a name?"

The paper figurine raised its pale face, and could see a bit of joy.

Guan Qing knocked on the table: "Just call Er Gouzi."

paper man:"……"

This night, Guan Qing, who was asleep, always felt that someone was whispering in his ears.

Guan Qing lived in Longcheng for a few days, and went to the northern suburbs alone, where many heroes who died for the country and the people during the war were buried.Leaning on his blind cane, he searched for a long time in front of the neat rows of tombstones, and finally stopped in a remote corner.

He knelt down and carefully touched the words on the tombstone, it was the person he was looking for.

The grave is a tomb of clothes and clothes. The man died in the enemy's bombing, and there is no bones left.Such a way of death will probably make things difficult for reincarnation, and it probably won't work if you want to live a good life in the next life.

Guan Qing took out three sticks of incense from his sleeve. The incense was made by Taoist Zhichun for him, and he said it was a good thing for bribing the officials of the underworld.He meticulously inserted the three sticks of incense into the incense burner, hoping to give that person a good future in coming to the World Expo.After burning incense, he stared at the tombstone in a daze for a while, and was about to leave, but accidentally bumped into another tombstone next to him.

There is no word on the stele, but it is signed by Xiao Qi.

He found it strange that the man was not married when he died, and even if he counted his fate as a marriage, he died without a problem after his death.

Guan Qing returned to the city full of doubts. When he passed by the teahouse, he remembered that Xiaoshan liked to eat the tea cakes here, so he went in and bought a bag.

Coincidentally, these people were talking about the old man he had just visited.

The ups and downs of a man's life can be described by legends. Those people praised him so much that there is no one in the world. When it comes to the rise of a man, he spit and fly, and it is said that the man has a secret confidante in this world.The man has a deep affection for her, and he often mentioned it to others when he was in the army. He only said that he would marry her when he became famous.

Another person said, you are wrong, the woman whom the man loves is obviously the child bride-in-law appointed by his parents.

Immediately one person immediately vetoed it, saying that what you said was wrong!The woman a man likes is his savior when he was in distress. The two fell in love at first sight. The man promised the woman that he would wait for him to drive out the foreign enemies, and the country would be peaceful and the people would come back to stay with her for the rest of his life. The double tomb outside the city was specially reserved for them by the man's colleagues of.

The more Guan Qing listened, the more bizarre it became, and finally he couldn't stop laughing.

The few people couldn't hold back their faces and asked him why he was laughing.

Guan Qing mentioned the tea cake that Xiao Er handed over, and waved his hand: "You are all right."

After he left, the bewildered man asked Xiaoer, "Who is this blind man? Why is he so blind?"

Xiaoer hurriedly said: "You can't talk nonsense, he is a famous Fengshui master recently, his name is... what is his name, Nayin, yes, Nayin! I heard that he can see ghosts and gods, and is good at judging Yin and Yang matter, he cured the madness of Mrs. Xue's family last time, if he hadn't been a monk, Mrs. Xue still wanted to marry Mrs. Xue to him."

Guan Qing lived in Longcheng for several years, but finally left here, leading the donkey to his familiar hometown.

After a long journey to the city of N, he turned a few times in a wasteland, grabbed a piece of thatch, drew a circle on the ground, and discussed with Xiao Shan: "This is it."

Xiao Shan raised his hooves to dig the soil a few times and let out a few donkey brays of approval.

A few months later, the Taoist temple with the plaque of Dingkun Temple was located here.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is also called FLAG, you can't stand it casually. Now that I see it, I think you should all know that Guan Qing is Nayin, and he is now re-walking the path he has walked.Although it seems that he has been here for a long time, all this is just his memory.

Guan Qing in the past was very pitiful, which is also the reason for his withdrawn and gloomy temperament afterwards.He has seen too many joys and sorrows, and he is one of them, but this time he must be HE!

The next chapter of Memories Killing is almost over, back to reality~