Ancient Art of Sealing Ghosts

Holding a flashlight, I walked on the barren slope of the back mountain with my waist bent. It was midnight, and the dark night sky didn’t even have a single star. Give.

The surrounding wind was blowing, and the desolation and silence made people feel chilling. I tightened my clothes, just want to get this matter done quickly, so I can go home and play games online.

"Xiao Chu, Xiao Chu!" Uncle Wu who came with me shrank his neck and followed me, shouting non-stop, and poking my back with his hand.

"Tsk." I waved him away impatiently, but he stretched out his hand again to poke me, but now I am highly concentrated, all my thoughts are on the front, and I have no time to look back at him.

"Damn! I told you not to poke me. If you poke me again, it will hurt your eyes." Finally, my heart was aroused by his poking, and I frowned and stood still. Something: "What's the matter, tell me quickly, this place is not peaceful, we have to solve it quickly, there is no time to delay."

"That, that, what." Uncle Wu paused, and there was a strange tremor in his voice: "Xiao Chu, help me to take a look back. Why do I feel that there is something following me behind me?"

What is it that you have nothing to do when you are full and have nothing to do? Follow your old stripper?I secretly complained disdainfully in my heart, but turned around with an indifferent look on the surface: "Where is it, why didn't I see..."

Before I finished speaking, I froze in place. Unexpectedly, there was something behind Old Man Wu, and the appearance of that thing at such a time would definitely scare ordinary people to pee.

Grandpa told me a long time ago that you have to leave three points in life. Today, I really understand the truth of this. If I knew that I would not look down on this old stripper if I was killed. No, this old uncle, his mother, he still You really have the ability to recruit this guy for me.

Thinking of how many miles we might have walked in vain with this thing, I wanted to slap both of my mouths, and blind this old peeling confused eye by the way.

However, if you want to talk about why I have nothing to do in the middle of the night and come to this wild place, then I have to slowly talk about my family's ancestors and my current occupation.

My name is Chu Yang. I personally think that this name means to be well-dressed and famous, but when I grew up, I asked my father, and the actual situation he told me was this: "What do you mean? It doesn't mean anything. The name is a matter between you and me."

So, my life-long event was just a thought.

My father is a very interesting person, named Chuhedong, my mother called him Laochu Laochu every day, and as time went by, I heard and heard him, so I started calling him like that.

The origin of Lao Chu’s name is more awkward than mine. I heard from my grandfather that it was chosen by chance when I was still living on the east side of the river. Thinking about it this way, if my grandparents lived on the west side of the river at that time, then Lao Chu would have to be called Chuhexi up.

Anyway, regardless of whether he is in the east or the west of the river, Lao Chu is a magical figure in my eyes.

Because it is said that when he was chasing my mother back then, he had a shocking battle.

At that time, my mother was young and beautiful, and she was one of the most popular girls in the village. No matter whether poor, rich, powerful or not, everyone in the village wanted to be admired by beautiful women.

The old mother was unbearable, and felt that life could not go on like this, otherwise she would be forced to jump into the Yunhe sooner or later, so she announced a message in the village, saying that as long as someone can make a unique marriage proposal ceremony , she will marry that person.

The news is flashy. The concept of uniqueness itself is very ambiguous. There is no clear scale. A "I don't like" ignore the past.

It's a pity that the lads at that time were honest and a little stupid. They all thought that this was an opportunity to express themselves, and they all changed their ways and devised new tricks to please their mother.

Old Chu is one of those idiots, and he belongs to the top brain-dead fans, but he is a descendant of the Chu family after all, and he always has some connections that are different from others. About what this connection is, I will explain it in detail later.

Anyway, when it was finally Lao Chu's turn to appear on the stage, he took out a match, a medicine bottle, and a piece of white paper without any patterns or words from his pocket in a hurry, and then folded the white paper in half, The match dipped some potion from the medicine bottle, then struck the match, and slowly lit the white paper.

The most strange thing is that the match that was soaked in the potion was already wet, but it could still be lit, but the fire was a deep purple color that other villagers had never seen before, which looked strange and mysterious, and no one knew what Lao Chu was doing. What is in the bottle, and I have never seen him use this bottle.

However, as soon as Lao Chu lit the match, the whole village suddenly became overcast and windy. The originally clear and bright blue sky above the village suddenly turned into dark clouds, covering even the sunlight, and the village seemed to have fallen into an ice cave. It was so cold and chilly, everyone was shocked by the sudden change of weather, only Lao Chu stood still, holding the white paper folded into a special shape with his right hand, expressionless Pointing to mom.

According to the elders and uncles of the same old Chu’s generation, they didn’t see anything at that time, but almost all of them felt something passing by them, and there was more than one, when everyone recovered from the fright When I came over, there was a crystal clear, exquisite and small white jade carving bowl in the open space one meter in front of my mother. The whole body of the bowl was covered with a layer of fine dust, and some kind of bird-shaped imprint was engraved on the bottom of the bowl. , with a trace of blood on it, obviously just dug out from the soil.

When this strange bowl appeared, everyone felt that strange oppression and coldness, as if they had fallen into an ice cave full of dead bodies, which made people unable to restrain their fear and widened their eyes to startle. call out.

Then, all the dozens of villagers who watched were frightened, leaving only my mother crying and jumping into Lao Chu's arms, while Lao Chu smiled and patted my mother's back while hugging her tightly. The beauty returned, comforting the beauty and saying: "Look, I'll conjure up a baby for you, how about it, it's unique enough."

So, the old mother who was crying so much that she almost passed away was determined by Lao Chu's trick.

Since he lived near Beijing for generations, Lao Chu rarely traveled to other provinces and cities, and spent most of his life here.

And at the age of 22, I have just graduated from university and I am thinking about my way out. I have no doubt that I have never been to any good place with beautiful mountains, clear waters and pleasant scenery. I can only say that the Chinese education has ruined my young, fragile and slender mind like a girl. I have neither great ambitions nor any special skills, I just stay at home and play games all day long.

Haolai often played basketball to exercise his body when he was in college, and won several awards in sports games. In addition, he is naturally active, likes games and travel, and always has an inexplicable yearning for unknown places. His physical fitness is not bad, even if he lives in the I surf the Internet at home, go out for a walk regularly, and help my mother run errands.

The village where the family lives has also flourished in recent years. It used to be only brick bungalows, but now high-rise buildings and parks have been built. There are also real estate developers investing in the construction of garden communities nearby. It can be said that life is booming and the people are happy. , only prices and wages are still incomparably fucked.

The Yun River near the village was completely turned into a stinking ditch a few years ago because of the endless sand and mud dredging by the nearby factories. When I was a child, I obviously caught fish in it, but now there are only plastic bags and drinks left in it. The bottle is gone.

It was not until the real estate agents came that they gradually rebuilt it into an ornamental river. The purpose was to sell the house together and make the garden area more garden. smelly ditch.

In order to make it easier to go home from the university, I chose Beijing as the nearest place. After four years of chaos, I returned to the village, using the excuse of looking for a job every day to meet girls online and play games.

In fact, apart from this ordinary college graduate title, I also secretly take on some more obscure jobs, which I will never tell outsiders, about "jobs" related to yin and yang and ghosts and gods.

This "job" has been taken over by the descendants of the Chu family since ancient times. I don't know much about the doorway here. I just learned a little about some simple essentials after being taught by Lao Chu. According to Lao Chu It is said that the people of the Chu family were honored as "Ghost Masters" by Taoists a long time ago.

Old Chu's technique back then was a relatively high-end strange technique in the technique of sealing ghosts. According to Old Chu, he used the technique of sealing ghosts to recruit a few ghosts with good skills, and sent him the jade bowl As a token of love between him and his mother, that's all.

But it is so simple and nothing more, I haven't learned it until now. Rather than saying that I don't know how, it's better to say that Lao Chu deliberately didn't teach me. Talk about it, or wave your hand so that I have the ability to research it myself. If I can't research it, don't embarrass him here.

Therefore, I, a half-baked ghost master, can only rely on a zippo lighter on my body to show off for myself. This lighter was specially customized online on the day I became the official successor of the Chu family's ghost sealing technique. What's inside is not ordinary liquefied butane, but a unique liquid described in the book "The Ancient Art of Sealing Ghosts". Lao Chu didn't give me the preparation of this liquid, but just asked me to go to the study when I run out. Take, what he means is that a low-class guy like me doesn't need to read the recipe at all. If I make a mistake, it will be harmful to others and myself.

Seeing Lao Chu's serious and serious attitude, "If you dare to ask one more question, be careful I will hit you with the sole of your shoe", I naturally dare not make mistakes.

Now there are only four people left in the family, Lao Chu’s mother, grandfather, and me. The other uncles have gone their separate ways, and they don’t see each other for a year, so Lao Chu is now the leader. .

My mother is a good and obedient woman. Grandpa is getting old and basically doesn’t care about anything. Every day, he carries the bird cage and walks around with the birds, and goes to the park to chat with other old people. This is the whole of his life, and I will not be so poor and bored. It disturbs grandpa's life, but when I talk occasionally, I always feel that there will be a few flashes of light in grandpa's slightly cloudy eyes from time to time, so I really can't figure out whether he is really confused or fake confused.

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The "I" in this article must be an attack. My friend said that No. 1 said that writing h in the article means yy.