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

Swallows brought the first sprouts in early spring, Guan Qing sent a letter to Taoist Zhichun, saying that Dingkun Temple has been completed, and Master and other old people are invited to come here for a gathering.

The flying crane made of talisman papers flapped its wings and flew away into the sky, while Guan Qing went to the front yard with a hoe.At this time, there were no towering ancient trees in the front yard, and it was bare. Guan Qing planned to loosen the ground first, and then plant saplings directly when Taoist Zhichun came.

The letter never came back, Guan Qing was not surprised or suspicious, Taoist Zhichun is a slow person, maybe he is saying goodbye to every flower and plant on the hill at this moment with tears in his eyes.

In the middle of the night, Guan Qing was suddenly awakened by palpitations, and the rain was pattering on the window, crackling.After listening carefully, his expression changed suddenly, he lifted the quilt and walked quickly to the window.

A huge fat bird, covered in rainwater, flew into the house.

It seemed to be stunned by lightning, and the whole room screamed and turned around.

Guan Qing followed the sound to catch it a few times but failed to catch it. The veins on his forehead twitched violently. With a sudden wave of his sleeves, a burst of cold air was generated. The fat bird squeaked loudly and fell hard and straight on the table.

The bird was sent by Taoist Zhichun, carrying a huge burden.

Guan Qing wiped off the rain on it, opened the bag, and touched a cold and smooth object with his fingertips.He froze for a moment, then touched again, the mirror?

More than just a mirror.

Knowing the future of everyone in Chundao, he sent Guan Qing two ancient bronze mirrors.

Guan Qing sat in the dark, looking at the bronze mirror, puzzled, unable to understand Taoist Zhichun's intentions.

What's the use of sending him a mirror to a blind man?

After contemplating for a moment, he picked up a bronze mirror, and the moment he looked at himself in the mirror, a bolt of lightning cut through the sky, illuminating the room pale and bright.

Guan Qing saw a strange face in the mirror, he was startled, and directly slapped the mirror on the table with his backhand.

Amidst the beating of his heart, Guan Qing picked up the bronze mirror again, and this time he saw the person in the mirror clearly.

With short hair and snow-skinned skin, a straight nose, a pair of narrowed phoenix eyes stared at him sleepily.

Guan Qing stared at the mirror in a daze for a long time, and suddenly realized belatedly that he could see it? ! !

Fuming came so suddenly and inexplicably, Guan Qing, who was at a loss, found something else in the baggage.

A pack of melon seed candies that he loved to eat when he was a child, a few of Xiao Shan's favorite white radishes, and a small cloth pouch with two seeds.

Under the cloth bag was a letter with a few words on it:

"Little apprentice Guan Qing, the fate of being a teacher has come, and I can't stay in this world. I cherish myself. Remember not to be sad or angry, not angry or angry. If you have depression in your heart that cannot be relieved, you might as well open the window. The spring flowers are lovely, Hummingbirds are blooming, where can’t you find a beautiful scenery along the way? The old trees on the top of the mountain have sprouted seeds again, and I will leave you two seeds, and I hope you will be full of spring shade in the garden for a hundred years. Master knows that the Taoist will keep it.”

Guan Qing sat alone in the thunderstorm all night, even though he had experienced countless nights like this, but since then he has become a real loner in this world.He has no relatives or friends, no teachers and friends, no one will teach him to read and write, and no one will know him well.

From then on, for a long distance, he will walk alone.

Guan Qing planted the tree seeds in the front yard, and fed the white radish to Xiao Shan. In the big Dingkun Temple, only the sound of Xiao Shan gnawing on the carrots could be heard.Guan Qing suddenly felt that the temple was too quiet, he wanted to invite the Taoist Zhichun over, the master and the apprentice had nothing to do to grow vegetables, collect incense money, and occasionally go out to tell fortunes to earn some pension money.

But now that Taoist Zhichun couldn't come, Guan Qing's plan changed, he built a desk several meters wide and long, and stayed up all night, accompanied by countless trivial parts on the desk.

When he was in a good mood, he opened the store to collect incense, and when he was in a bad mood, he closed the door to thank the guests, so that the Taoist thought that the owner of Dingkun Temple had changed back and forth several times.

Time flies, and there are two little Taoist boys in Dingkun Temple, one tall and one short, one cold and one hot, with eyes full of admiration, they surround Guan Qing and call Mr. Guan Qing.

With her fair fingers, she pushed the single-piece round mirror with a gold chain hanging on the bridge of her nose, Guan Qing said impatiently: "Go play by yourself, if you keep arguing, I will turn you back into mirrors."

The two children fell silent, looked at each other with disgust, snorted and sat on the threshold outside.

After sitting for a while, the tall boy looked at Guan Qing who was concentrating on fiddling with parts, and silently picked up the broom and began to sweep the fallen leaves in the front yard.

Seeing that he would be opportunistic and courteous, the short man was so angry that his nose turned crooked. He quickly looked around, ran to the small kitchen and boiled a pot of water, and then brewed a pot of Biluochun. , and carefully handed it to Guan Qing: "Sir, drink tea."

Guan Qing glanced indifferently at the blue tea soup, then looked at the eager little boy, and knocked on the desk: "Can you give me a name?"

The little dwarf Daotong immediately had a face full of surprise, but the next second he thought of the paper man named Er Gouzi in the temple, he froze again.

Guan Qing calmly took in all the changes in his face, and said calmly, "Er Gouzi, someone is barking, why not..."

The little man held his breath nervously.

"Call you a dog."

"Wow!" Quao Dao let out a childlike cry, and the yard sweeper rushed in in fright, glaring, "Why are you crying in front of Mr., is it plausible?!"

The short Taoist boy didn't care about his image in front of their beloved husband, and said with a whimper, "First, sir, you want to call me a bitch."

"..." His little brother was silent, and quietly began to take small steps outside the house, for fear of being affected by Guan Qing's unique naming skills.

"What are you running for?" Guan Qing called him lightly, "You have a part too, don't you..." He thought for a while, "How about calling me an asshole?"

Erdan: "..."

Now the two of them cried like dogs together.

Guan Qing looked down at the two crying babies with a dark face: "I'm just kidding you, why are you crying? You already have names, so you don't need to choose another one."

The two who were howling stopped crying at the same time, and looked at Guan Qing tearfully.

The corner of Guan Qing's mouth twitched, and he pointed lazily at the short man: "Yataka," then pointed to another one, paused for a moment, "Shakuhachi."

So Yata and Shakuhachi officially became the two new members of Dingkun Temple, and there is no longer only one master, a piece of paper figurine, and a donkey who is about to die of old age in Dingkun Temple.

One day the donkey named Xiaoshan finally passed away. Yata and Shakuhachi solemnly held a grand funeral for it in the front yard. Guan Qing did not attend the funeral, but allowed them to bury a bunch of white radishes Give the hill a funeral.

Later, when Er Gouzi helped Guan Qing kill Huang Pizijing, he was burned by the ever-burning lamp in the tomb. Guan Qing cut off Huang Pizijing's head and brought back some of Ergouzi's remains, a few pieces paper ashes.

Yata and Shakuhachi cried and buried the ashes of paper next to the hill. Guan Qing still did not attend the funeral, but tacitly agreed with Shakuhachi and the others to cut a bunch of weird paper-cuts for Er Gouzi to be buried with.On a whim, Shakuhachi even cut Er Gouzi a daughter-in-law with a flat head and a flat brain.

During the paper-cutting process, Guan Qing accidentally passed by, looking at the paper figurine in Shakuhachi's hand, his mouth twitched: "What is this?"

"Daughter-in-law! Sir! The daughter-in-law I cut for Ergouzi," Shakuhachi said, sobbing, "Ergouzi died as a single girl, it's so pitiful."

"Oh well," Guan Qing said indifferently, "You just need to be happy, and," he bent down condescendingly, and pointed to a protruding part of the crotch of the paper figurine, "this is really a daughter-in-law , isn't it a brother?"

Shakuhachi was stunned.

After that, there are only two brothers Guan Qing and Yata in the Dingkun Temple.Time seems to have stopped flowing on him, year after year, he will always look youthful and youthful.Shakuhachi and Hachita grew up slowly. Although they grew much slower than ordinary children, they also gradually helped Guan Qing deal with some trivial matters, such as receiving visitors who asked to come to the door, and driving away some unpleasant people. favorite guest...

"Our husband said that the police and the like won't take any interviews," Shakuhachi glared at the man who had a car blocking the gate of the torii, "Hurry up, or I'll strike if you don't."

"Hey, I heard that Dingkunguan has a great reputation, but I didn't expect you to be so courageous." The man leaned against the police car door and leisurely showed a search warrant, "Please understand, I am not here to invite you Mr. Jia does fortune-telling, but follows the normal case-handling process, and ask him to explain why he appeared at the scene of the crime last night, with the victim's body. You dare to attack the police because you want to attack the police?"

It was the first time Shakuhachi met such a difficult person, how many times he chased him away, and then this person simply blocked their Dingkunguan archway.Simply, simply...

He blushed, and raised his voice and shouted: "Our husband paid a lot of money to see Feng Shui. Who knew that someone would die suddenly in their family? The police are amazing. Your ministers will..."

"Shakuhachi." A voice from out of nowhere stopped Shakuhachi coldly.

Shakuhachi blushed and stopped talking thickly, glaring at the man viciously.

The man sneered, turned around and said to his colleagues in the car: "Old Pang, do some people really dare to promote feudal superstitions openly these days? Go back and tell the bureau to punish these pretending liars."

"Hey, Captain Xiao, why don't you say a few words about his territory." Pang Long pressed in a low voice.

"Liar?" The voice smiled coldly.

From the lush greenery behind the archway, a figure of outstanding appearance gradually came out, with a slightly sickly pale face, cold brows and eyes outlined in ink, only a pair of slightly raised thin lips were bright red, looked like he was smiling, but It was with a mocking arc.

"Beauty!" Pang Long exclaimed, covering his mouth embarrassingly under the contemptuous eyes of his captain.

Xiao Dui turned his head sideways, and his eyes were caught off guard. They were slightly narrow and elongated phoenix eyes, and there was a sparkle at the end of the eyes.

It is undeniable that this moment of staring at each other really surprised him.

Two seconds later he came back to his senses: "Hello, I am the captain of the Criminal University, Xiao Qi. The number is seven, may I ask what your name is?"

The man stared at him steadfastly, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, and he stretched out his slender and fair fingers under Shakuhachi's wide-eyed eyes: "Nayin."