marry a ghost

This pamphlet has a total of twelve pages. It was handwritten with a brush. After such a long time, it has not been carefully preserved. It is either missing pages or words, or it is blurred. Chen Yang copied it all afternoon, and even guessed. It also barely restored part of the content, as for the rest, it is impossible to think about.

There are not many useful things, although the opening sentence is very imposing, in fact, the content of this booklet is some spells that people in the authentic Taoism and Buddhism despise, and most of them are sorcery Secret techniques, some of which are quite vicious.

Chen Yang was very interested in the technique of controlling ghosts mentioned in it. This technique is also a kind of sorcery, which was born out of the technique of raising ghosts.

The authentic Taoism of raising ghosts actually does not harm people or ghosts. It is to let ghosts practice together with people, which is equivalent to you helping me and I helping you. Pursuing quick success, nourishing ghosts with his own blood, for his own purposes, he is not even afraid of ghosts' backlash.

This ghost control technique, to put it bluntly, is a disguised form of raising ghosts, but instead of using one's own blood, it uses ghosts to raise ghosts, allowing the ghosts in your hands to devour other ghosts to increase strength, which is stronger than ordinary ghost raising techniques. Stronger and harder to master.

Looking at this incomplete ghost-controlling skill, Chen Yang broke out in a sweat for some reason.

The people he met before who knew magic were unwilling to accept him as an apprentice. It turned out that his life was not his own, so he couldn't learn it, and it was useless if he learned it. It was like fetching water from a bamboo basket. Many, in fact, when the bamboo basket comes out of the water, there will be nothing left. It is the same with him. After learning the spell, after a while, he will be able to disperse his kung fu by himself.

Chen Yang felt uncomfortable. He put the booklet in the drawer, picked up the few sheets of paper he had copied, and walked outside the door. He wanted to find Mr. Dong. His mother told him about it before. After his death when he was a child, on the day he was born, his grandma was panicked, and she didn't calm down until she went to Mr. Dong's house.

Chen Yang felt that the one who changed his life must be Mr. Dong.

If Weizhuang has its own customs and traditions, then Wangxiang Village is not as weird and changeable as it is, but it is not far behind in some aspects.Most of the people here are surnamed Chen.Mr. Dong’s dojo team has been passed down from generation to generation. In each generation, parents send their children to the old people in the team to learn crafts. Once accepted by the old people, they will become his successors. From then on, they will change their names.

Remove the ears of Chen Zi, and it becomes Dong Zi, which is considered a surname.

So Mr. Dong is a person, rather than a name passed down from generation to generation, but now it is Dong Chenggui who inherits this name.

The reputation of this dojo team has spread all over the world, and everyone knows it. Anyone who wants to build a dojo at home, or exorcise evil spirits, will come to them. It can be said that the scenery is unparalleled and earns a lot The bowl is full, and many parents would beg Dong Lao at the time to accept their sons first in order to make a living.

It's a pity, later on, there was a generation of Dong Laoxian who did a few immoral things and ruined their reputation. After that, there was the big movement first, followed by the great social development, and people who competed with them for business , also got up, the situation of dominating one side is over, now, they are just one of several Taoist groups around, and they are not the best in business.

When Chen Yang went to look for Mr. Dong, he happened to meet people from the Taoist team gathered together. He wondered if someone called them out to build a dojo. He knew all the people inside, and called them over one by one.

Among them, the middle-aged man with light eyebrows, small eyes, and a sleepy face, is closer to him by blood. The two of them came from the same grandfather, and he and Uncle Qing's son, Erpang, are still good buddies. When I was young, I often went to his house to make trouble. If he hadn't been out for so many years and never visited the door, the relationship might be better.

Chen Yang yelled at the man, "Uncle Qing." Uncle Qing forced out a smile, "Ah Yang, you are back."

Elder Dong was fiddling with the cymbal first, with triangular eyes, the corners of which hung up to look at Chen Yang, "Are you here to find me?" Chen Yang nodded, and handed over a cigarette, "I want to ask you something. "Elder Dong put down the things in his hand first, took the cigarette, "Ask something." He snorted coldly, "Come on, go out and talk to me."

The two walked under an old locust tree behind the house. Chen Yang didn't bother to beat around the bush, and asked Mr. Dong directly, "I just want to ask this time, when I was just born, did my grandma ask you to do it?" What's up?"

Mr. Dong first had a yellow skin and a thin face. Under the sun, it turned yellow to black. Compared with the appearance Chen Yang saw him a few years ago, he was much haggard and aged. Fortunately, as Mr. Dong, although he has no worries about food and clothing in his life, he cannot get married or have children.

Mr. Dong showed deep smile lines on his face, "I knew a long time ago that you would come to ask sooner or later, and I also understand to tell you that your grandma came here to let me change your life, but my mana It’s not enough, I can’t change it, I can only suppress it, and after more than ten years of suppressing it, it can be regarded as worthy of her.”

Chen Yang stared at him firmly, not letting go of any expression on his face, "That is to say, you don't know who did it?"

Mr. Dong became strange instead, "What the hell are you doing?"

Chen Yang knew that it was not Mr. Dong who changed his life, otherwise, he would not have reacted like this. The one who changed his life should be one of the fortune tellers that his grandma carried him to the street to find one of.Which one is it?What happened more than [-] years ago, the person involved has already gone, things are different, it is very difficult to find out, Chen Yang thought about this matter, said something to Mr. Dong first, turned around and left.

Elder Dong first watched Chen Yang leave. At this moment, Uncle Qing suddenly came out from behind a nearby tree. He didn't know whether he had just arrived or had been hiding behind the tree. Elder Dong raised his eyes in displeasure. Seeing him snorted coldly, but didn't speak, Uncle Qing's small eyes were narrowed, his face didn't move, and he couldn't tell what kind of expression it was.

Then use the old method, first ask all you can find out, and if you ask too much, you will naturally find some joints. I don’t believe that the person who did this wicked thing didn’t leave any traces, Chen Yang plans to one by one Find the fortune-teller in town who can name you.

Just when he found the first one, which was Mr. Mao's, his cell phone rang, and as soon as he picked it up, he heard Mr. Wei's angry voice, "Ah Yang, I've already taken care of my life. It will be five days later, but there is a rule in our Wei Zhuang yin marriage, the newcomers must cleanse themselves and fast for five days, do you think it would be better for you to go back to Wei Zhuang to prepare?"

Chen Yang frowned. It seems that there is no way to continue the investigation today. Now that he has agreed to other people's affairs, he should stop pushing back and forth. This is also Chen Yang's style, "Then I'll just wait and go."

However, since you have found the first one, you must go in and ask.

Mr. Mao is already very old, probably already in his eighties. His grandson waved his hand when he heard that he came to see him, and said to Chen Yang, "The old man was sick last year, and now he is paralyzed on the bed. Speaking of fortune-telling, I can’t even speak clearly.”

Chen Yang thought about it for a while, and still told the grandson that he wanted to meet. Of course, he also stuffed 200 yuan into the grandson's hand while talking, and the grandson agreed.

As soon as he entered the room where Lao Mao lay first, there was a stench of excrement and urine. The grandson ran to his grandfather's bed and shouted a few words, "Grandpa, grandpa, someone is here to see you." After shouting, he turned his head and followed Chen Yang said, "Grandpa is awake, hurry up if you want to say something, he wakes up when he sleeps, I don't know how long he can last."

Chen Yang nodded and walked over, "Old Mr. Mao, do you still remember helping a newborn child get rid of all relatives more than [-] years ago?"

Mr. Mao, who was like a piece of dry wood, stared at the yellow mosquito net with unfocused eyes, and moved his mouth. Chen Yang leaned over and heard him say, "Remember, remember, I, I forget it, for a lifetime, I just saw that such a fierce one."

Chen Yang let the grandson go out first, "Then do you remember that you changed the life of that child?"

After listening to Chen Yang's words, Mao Laoxian, who was exhausted, turned his head with the last bit of strength and stared at Chen Yang with his fingers trembling. , You, that, that, that child, at that time, at that time, I also thought that the horoscope, the horoscope was a bit strange, but I didn’t think about it, it turned out that it was like this, someone, someone changed your life, also, also Don't be afraid of being punished by God."

Chen Yang looked at him and didn't speak. Mr. Mao seemed to know what Chen Yang was thinking, "I, I'm like this, and I still lied to you, what to do, I'm not afraid of anything anymore, just, just wait die."

Chen Yang sighed, people who are about to die have good words, his mother told him that the first fortune-teller his grandma found was Mr. , Could it be that before meeting this Mr. Mao, did he meet anyone else?

Going around like this seemed to be back to the original point, Chen Yang thought to himself, maybe he should call his grandma out of the ground to ask.

He doesn't know how to do this, but he can ask someone to help him. There are not a few people who can "ask ghosts". Next, Mr. Wei moved a reclining chair, and one of his grandsons was sitting beside him, shaking and waiting for him.

Seeing Chen Yang coming from a distance under the sun, Mr. Wei helped his grandson to stand up, "Ah Yang, you're back." Chen Yang had been running around for a day, maybe he was exposed to the sun too much, and the thing in his stomach The yin fetus was a little restless, ready to move, and even his face turned a little blue. When he heard Mr. Wei greet him, he reluctantly replied.

This seemingly perfunctory attitude made Mr. Wei's grandson unhappy.