"What are you doing?" Huang Chengcheng asked in a low voice, I motioned for him not to make a sound, at this time, Mr. Qian changed his position again, sat on the floor, raised his hands high, and beat his belt, and then struggled desperately, his body went up and down, and after a few minutes, he gradually stopped and lay on the floor. During this process, the masked Azan Song Lin kept chanting mantras, and at the same time circled around Mr. Qian, and after Mr. Qian collapsed, he took out a small glass bottle from his arms, put it on Mr. Qian's chest, and blessed it for a few more minutes before putting the vial away and asking me to turn on the light.

When we turned on the electric light, we were all startled, and Mrs. Qian screamed even more, because Mr. Qian was lying on the ground, his eyes were wide open, bulging out like a goldfish, and his mouth was wide open, which was very terrifying. Qian's wife threw herself over and cried: "Husband, what's wrong with you, husband? Did you kill him?"

Azan Songlin told me in Thai that the client has a heavy evil spirit, which is actually a kind of yin qi, which is caused by the resentment of many yin spirits. He communicated with two of them, claiming to be palace people from a long time ago, a man and a woman, both of whom were beaten to death, and their bodies have not been found by their families so far, so they are very sad. "What is Miyato?" I asked. Azan Songlin said that this is what the Yin Spirit said, and he didn't know the specifics.

Mr. Qian's house has a telephone, I searched on the Internet, and found that "palace people" refers to people who work in the palace in feudal society, and there are only two kinds, that is, eunuchs and palace maids. Azan Song Lin said that when he was blessed just now, he found that there were four evil spirits attached to Mr. Qian's body, and the last one was also the most evil.

"Where did the guys in the palace come from?" Huang Chengcheng asked, "Has Mr. Lan Daoqian been to the Forbidden City?" I told Qian's wife about the situation, but she couldn't believe it, and said that we had watched too many movies, how could there be such a thing. But Azan Song Lin will definitely not lie, and the answer can only be found from Mr. Qian. I told Mrs. Qian, your husband just held his breath for a while, commonly known as "fake death", and he will get better in a while, don't worry.

Azan Songlin asked us to carry Mr. Qian to the bed, lie as flat as possible, and put the two fingers of his left hand on his upper eyelids, and when reciting the mantra, wipe it down vigorously. Just like the actor in the movie who closes the eyes of his dead comrade, he really closes it. I said to Mrs. Qian, "Look, it's okay, isn't it closed?"

Qian's wife was in tears: "Nonsense, dead people can be closed!" At this moment, I heard Mr. Qian's throat snoring, Qian's wife began to yell again, I dragged her to the side, a few minutes later, Azan Song Lin asked Huang Chengcheng to turn Mr. Qian over and lie on his side, he coughed violently and spit out several mouthfuls of black phlegm. Azan Song Lin asked to find clean water, fed Mr. Qian two large bowls, he was sweating, said that he had a strange dream, and dreamed of entering the Forbidden City at night with the assistant director, but met several eunuchs, and was scared half to death.

"Dream again?" I asked, "Why do you add another word?" Mr. Qian said that he had been there more than three months ago, and that time it was to shoot a Qing palace drama, there was no Forbidden City shed in Jiaozuo Film and Television City, and Huairou's studio was too expensive, not to mention Hengdian, it was too popular, and the number had been lined up for half a year. After discussing with the producer, they felt that they would use two sets of places anyway and let him take people to the Forbidden City for a field trip, planning to temporarily rebuild it in a corner of Jiaozuo Film and Television City, and set up two courtyards for filming. The producer came to Beijing with the assistant director and two assistants, including Mr. Qian, who was in charge of the set props.

Huang Chengcheng hurriedly asked, "Have you encountered anything strange?"

Mr. Qian said, "Sort of." "What do I mean yes, Mrs. Qian also asked what was going on, Mr. Qian scratched his scalp and said what happened.

At that time, at least one-third of the palaces in the Forbidden City were not open, and some were used for office purposes, such as the staff of the Palace Museum, the Palace Museum Publishing House, the repair team, etc., some were in disrepair and had not been cleaned up, and some were used to store spare cultural relics. And these people who are engaged in film and television are very familiar with the history of the Qing Palace, and they know that there is a group of courtyards in the northwest corner that was used to imprison several cold concubines, commonly known as the Cold Palace, so they want to go in and have a look.

The security of the Forbidden City is very strict, but where there are Chinese, there are cats, the Forbidden City is no exception, the producer is very close to several staff here, a few years ago he quietly went in through a friend who worked in the Yinghua Hall that has not yet opened, and received the five-line Bodhi, of course, it is necessary to give a benefit fee, only the five-line Bodhi of the Yinghua Hall of the Forbidden City is the most precious in China, otherwise it is impossible for that thing to sell for tens of thousands of dollars. So, the producer called them again, saying that he hoped to go into the two groups of cold palaces in the northwest corner to have a look, take a few photos and take a frame. The staff didn't want to agree, but for the sake of money, they agreed, and at about two o'clock in the afternoon, it happened that the sky was a little cloudy, and there were fewer tourists in the middle of nowhere, so the staff quickly unlocked the door and let the four-person team blend in. He also instructed them, saying that there is no security monitoring in this area for the time being, and there is a small side door through the moon gate at the corner, and there are several workers next to it who are working on the floor tiles, guarded by security guards, and can only go out but not enter. You go out of there when you're done, and normally the security guard won't ask, but when you go out, you can't come back in.

Most of the unopened areas are full of weeds, and the palace is very old, and it is not as glamorous and beautiful as the palace in the open area. The producer asked everyone to split up, each person was responsible for a piece of the area, and in order not to attract attention, each person left alone after finishing the area they were responsible for, and went back to the hotel room by themselves.

Mr. Qian is in charge of a small courtyard, there is a stone well in the center, it has long been dry, the night before on the train, Mr. Qian suffered from a severe cold due to cold and wind, dizziness and very uncomfortable. Quickly taking pictures and drawing a topographical map, he was ready to retreat. But it was still very early to look at the watch, so I came to the side yard in front of Ishii. The inside is also very old, the bed is still covered with a mattress, there is no dust when patted with your hands, it is still clean, it is estimated that the staff will clean it regularly. Mr. Qian didn't want to leave early, so he simply lay down on it and took a nap, setting the alarm clock in an hour and a half, which was when the museum finally closed.

What I didn't expect was that Mr. Qian's mobile phone ran out of power due to a malfunction, and it automatically shut down early. When he was woken up by the rumbling thunder, he found that it was dark, and from time to time there was a muffled thunder. Mr. Qian thought to himself, this is terrible, how can I get out? Just about to turn over and get out of bed, he found that he could no longer move, and when he saw two people wearing the clothes of Qing palace eunuchs walking in slowly, he lowered his hands and walked slowly. I walked around the house a few times before I walked out of the house. Mr. Qian was scared enough, but his body seemed to have been immobilized, and his toes couldn't move.