Spirit Guide

I reluctantly picked up the call. "Grandpa, stop trying to persuade me. If you say those words again, I'll switch off my phone!"

However, his grandfather said, "I'm not trying to persuade you. I'm just telling you a story, a true story."

"What story?" I sat down on the bed. A long time ago, there was a young county magistrate who did not ask for orders from the people. At the age of thirty, he collapsed in bed. Every night, the ghosts that he had wronged and killed were rolling around his bed. Sometimes they would pinch his nose, making him unable to breathe, and then they would release him just as he was about to suffocate. After a while, she would pull his ears and tug on his hair, causing him to scream incessantly in pain. Every night, she would torture him.

He only asked the ghosts why they had not reincarnated and tortured him like this. The vengeful spirit said, 'We were all wronged to death by your miscarriage of justice. We were born in the government to be tortured, and we died in hell to be punished. We would rather not reincarnate and wait for an opportunity to torture you, making you suffer as much as we are. 'Before, you were in good health, and now that you have the presence of an official, we can't get close to you. But now that you're sick, I'll make you beg for death! '

However, there were two old men who didn't torture him and only begged him to help them overturn the case and allow them to get rid of the mortal sin and be reincarnated as innocent people. The county magistrate agreed on the surface, but he secretly sent someone to invite the Daoist out. With one move, he exterminated all of those vengeful souls, causing their souls to scatter, including those two old men.

The county magistrate's illness would soon be cured without the use of a vengeful spirit. He had to get a magical equipment to protect himself as he continued to fish and meat within the village, making misdemeanor and miscarriage of justice.

When he reached forty, he was still childless. He got anxious and went to pray to Buddha. One night, he dreamt of a man who called himself the City Lord. The City Lord told him that there were two old men who were related to him by the fate of father and son. After his death, they would reincarnate and become his sons.

The County Magistrate woke up with a cold sweat. His son had been killed by him, so there was no pain that was deeper than this. In the old days, people were simple. Even if they were bad, their thoughts were not complicated. After thinking about it day and night, the county magistrate took off his official uniform and changed into a set of grass shoes and cloth clothes.

After finishing my grandfather's story, I asked, "Grandfather, are you saying that you want to tell me that this county magistrate is the ancestor of our family?" But what does it have to do with us? "

"That's right. He's my great grandfather's great grandfather's grandfather. He gave away a lot of spirits. At the age of sixty, there was an undead who was very grateful to him, and he requested that he be reborn as his son. If he wanted to repay the favor, he would have a descendant as well. I'll tell you this story. In addition to telling you the reason why we sent the spirit people, the most important thing is to let you know that every encounter is fate, and the encounter between the spirit giver and the spirit person is even more fate. A spirit that you sent today might be your future child. Similarly, if you kill a spirit today, perhaps you would be able to meet your parents in your previous life, so you would have to give it to him in return for raising it in his previous life. " Grandfather said.

Grandfather's words are a bit cruel. I either killed a spirit or my children, or my parents from a previous life.

"Grandfather, your fabrication is very touching, but I have my limits. Unless it is absolutely necessary, I will not kill the spirit."

His grandfather immediately asked, "Did you kill a spirit today?"

I paused for a moment before my voice became much softer. With a bit of a guilty conscience, I said, "I was originally going to kill that weasel, but in the end I fell into its trap and killed an innocent woman's spirit."

His grandfather's tone was still calm. "Then before you started to kill it, has it really reached the point where you have no other choice?"

I thought for a moment. Initially, in order to save Sisi's life, I had to kill the weasel. That's why I planned it that way, but after I sealed it in the doll, I could stop and make a detailed plan. But I was in too much of a hurry to do that, and I ended up killing an innocent ghost.

My heart was suddenly empty from guilt.

"Did you realize you were wrong? If you had thought about it more, you probably wouldn't have killed an innocent woman's soul! River water, when you grow up, you will have to walk your own path in the future. Killing a spirit is the same as killing a person. Before we make a move, all kinds of thoughts would be involved. "

After my grandpa said that, he hung up the phone. I lit a cigarette and blankly looked at Fang Qin and her daughter in the wicker cage. They were injured to the point where every single part of their body was injured to such an extent. Even if they were reincarnated, they would still be extremely ignorant and ugly to the extreme. He didn't know how many times he had to put in and how many times he had to undergo reincarnation to be able to heal these injuries.

She's ugly and stupid. If they were both reincarnated as my daughters, then they would have come to collect their debts from me, or to be my wives in the next life … I didn't dare think about it.

A bang suddenly came from upstairs. I raised my head to look at the ceiling. At first, I wondered, "There's no one upstairs!"

However, when he thought about how the Village Chief was still on top, he immediately rushed up. The Village Chief had already woken up and was struggling with all his might.

"He asked me to help him remove the needles on his body, but you didn't tell me to stand up, so I didn't." The one who spoke was Hanged Ghost.

I looked at him with a stupefied expression. "Why are you here?"

"Yesterday you told me to squat down here and think!"

"F * * k, that's enough. There's no need to think any further. Let's hurry up and go back!"

"Where to? I don't have a home. You brought me out and let me go? Didn't you say you were going to give it to me? "

"Earth is dangerous! Hurry back to your Ghost Domain. After I finish what I need to do, I'll come find you later! "

The little Hanged Ghost hesitated for a long time before finally leaving.

The village chief, who had been possessed by the weasel, was still struggling. I hastily grabbed his head and said, "You want to faint for a while again, right? "Then let me help you." With that, he viciously punched the back of his head, causing him to faint again.

There was no other way to knock him out. If he kept doing this, he would hurt the village chief and he might be beaten into a fool. He had to think of a way to seal the weasel somewhere else!

However, I have a way to seal ghosts. I'm afraid that ordinary talismans will be useless to seal these kinds of animals.

Willow!" My eyes lit up. The branches of the willow tree are as dark as the Spirit of the Eclipse. The Spirit of the Eclipse can reclaim the Spirit of the Eclipse, and the Spirit of the Eclipse can also reclaim the Spirit of the Eclipse!

I hurried to the edge of the stream to break some willow branches.

Just as I reached the stream, I saw two beauties bathing there. One had long and one had short hair, and the other had short hair. The beauties were more lively and cheerful as they waved at me, saying, "Handsome, come down here and play! Come and play with the water! "

"Play with water? Can I play with you? " I laughed shyly.

The two beauties began to giggle. The short-haired beauty nodded and said, "Great, great, great. Come and play with me!"

"Play your sister!" I shouted suddenly.

Previously, he said that the willow branch was negative, and the ghost liked it. However, if the willow branch that was exposed to the air was too negative, it would harm the ghost. However, if they were submerged in water, and the willow branch's negativity was diluted a little bit, then the water would be the Ghost Spirit's land of bliss. Even if it was daytime, it would still be exposed to the water's surface.

So in the old days the old people warned the children not to play in the willows where the river hung, lest they be pulled down by the water ghost. Of course, some water ghosts even took the initiative to trick their children into leaving. Their children were innocent, and their third eye had yet to heal, allowing them to meet the Yin and Yang Gods. These water ghosts would wave to the lonely children, telling them to come down and play. If the children really did come down, they would end up as a floating corpse.

"She's my sister!" You want to play with her? " The short-haired beauty pointed at the long-haired beauty next to her.

The long-haired beauty was more shy. She put her head in her hands, feeling embarrassed. She looked like she wanted to refuse it, but at the same time, she was welcoming him back.

"Come back and play with you two sisters!" Now we have serious matters to attend to! " As I said this, I hurriedly broke off a few willow branches.

I ran back to Lin Hai's house and was stunned when I went upstairs to take a look.

The village chief closed his eyes and bowed his head. In front of him was a half-bitten tongue with a silver needle sticking out of it.

"WHATF?" I'm going to break down.

This weasel had bit off the village chief's tongue, broken the seal on his aperture, and escaped! I quickly lifted the mayor's chin and pried open his mouth to see if there was any blood clot in his throat. He bit his tongue to commit suicide not because of any important nerves on his tongue, but because the blood from his tongue flowed into his throat and clotted on his windpipe, eventually suffocating him.

Fortunately, the village chief's head was hooked, so blood flowed from his mouth and not down his throat.

I picked up his tongue and carried him on my back to the village clinic. On the way, I suddenly remembered that if the doctor saw that he had needles in his seven orifices, he would probably ask more questions. When the village chief's family knew that I had sealed the weasel within the body of the village chief, he would be forced to bite his tongue.

In order to avoid this trouble, I hastily pulled out the rest of the silver needles on the Village Head's head. When there were only two silver needles left, the Village Head's eyelids suddenly twitched.

"I've fallen into a trap again!" A chill went down the back of my neck.