Before they came to my house, I was fiddling with a set of copper bells handed down from my ancestors on my desk in the back room. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are seven copper bells in this set, with different sizes and thicknesses, and the specific time of casting is difficult to verify, but the time at least spans hundreds of years. According to the first generation of ancestors in the Chang family tree, the earliest one should be cast in the Warring States period, the latest one was made in the Western Han Dynasty, all of which were cast by famous craftsmen in the past dynasties. But how these seven different copper bells formed a set and were put together by the Chang family is not explained in the genealogy, which is also what I am very curious about.

But according to the genealogy, this set of copper bells should be put together in the time of Tang Xuanzong. And when the seven copper bells are put together, its real role is also reflected, which is a set of soul bells. The ghost comes out, the copper bell rings, the seven bells ring together, and the battle is formed. The Chang family has always believed that the so-called ghost is not a tangible entity, it can only bewitch the world, confuse their minds, occupy their minds, and control their minds through transformation. The reason why the ghost does this is only because the grudge is not over, and it needs to be done with the help of the physical body of the person.

And these seven copper bells correspond to seven ghostly forms, no matter what form it appears, there will always be a copper bell that makes a crashing sound. According to the current physics, it should be regarded as the effect of co-frequency resonance. When the brass bell rings, the penetrating power of the bell will make the person who is bewitched by the ghost wake up instantly, and the ghost cannot confuse people's minds, and it will leave on its own.

The ancestors found and combined this set of copper bells, and gradually explored a set of methods to maximize the effect of copper bells. There are inscriptions on the inner walls of these copper bells, which record the practice of a group of yin and yang masters from the Spring and Autumn Period to the Western Han Dynasty.

found the correct way to use the copper bell, and the continuous attempts of several generations of the Chang family, only then did the Chang family have the status of the five surnames of Wuzhu in later generations, and this set of copper bells has also witnessed the ups and downs of the Chang family in the smoke and clouds of history.

If the copper bell is left for a long time, it will oxidize and rust, and these rust will change the sound of the copper bell. Therefore, according to the requirements of the genealogy, the Chang family must take out the copper bell every month, gently smear it with pine oil and cinnabar, and then wipe it clean with a cotton cloth. And this tradition, the Chang family has also adhered to for nearly a thousand years. Before Juan Beibei entered the hospital, I had just finished wiping the copper bell and hung it on the pen holder to dry, but I didn't have time to put it in the box.

And at this moment, the soft sound of the copper bell came from the pen stand of the desk next door.

In the early summer night in Beijing, the breeze was light, the leaves of the pomegranate trees in the courtyard made a rustling sound, and the sound of the copper bell was hidden in the sound of the leaves, harmonious and peaceful, without a trace of abruptness, Juan Bei and Peng Yushu did not feel unusual, and continued to chat with interest, I sat up straight, carefully distinguishing the difference in the bell, but my heart was extremely surprised.

The small courtyard of the Chang family also has a history of almost 300 years, and has been living here since the seventh ancestor. During this period, the world has changed, there have been brief absences, and the yard and house have been renovated and rebuilt several times, but the Chang family knows that this old house is very different from the ordinary courtyard house.

Under this courtyard, there is a stone foundation made of bluestone slabs, half a meter thick, these stone slabs are arranged in strict accordance with the five elements of the eight trigrams, and there are eighteen holes on it, which are connected with the qi of heaven and earth. Between the stone slabs, it is not an ordinary mud and stone joint, but a bronze casting grout is used to connect the entire foundation into a whole. If you tear down the above-ground building, when viewed from the air, it looks a bit like a giant circuit board. Yards, houses, fish ponds, stoves, and trees are all built on bluestone slabs, each of which has a fixed position and plays an important role in the entire layout. No matter how they are renovated, they must not be in the slightest place.

This arrangement is drawn into a plan, which coincides with the fighting array of copper bells, like an ancient bronze mirror buried in the ground, which can keep the wandering ghosts out of the courtyard, but outsiders can't see the mystery at all.

For as long as I can remember, there has never been a thing of the soul bell ringing in the house.

But this time, the soft sound of the soul bell did come from next door. Listen carefully, this bell is very different from usual, there is a rhythm, there is a rhyme, seven copper bells ring alternately, like a simple tone of the ancient song, from time to time, long and long.

It's hard to see any ghosts enter the courtyard, but how did this ghost control the copper bell? Ordinary ghosts hear the sound of the copper bell and avoid it, and it is really terrifying to be able to play it with the copper bell.

I was thinking about it here, and suddenly found that the conversation between Juan Bei and Peng Yushu stopped. I looked up and saw that Juan Bei seemed to be asleep, leaning motionless on the sofa. But his hands were tightly clasped on the armrests of the sofa, and not only did his muscles burst out, but his fingertips were still trembling. His body didn't look like it was in a relaxed state during normal sleep, and it was very stiff. Soon, his head and neck tilted back, and at this time, we all noticed that Juan Bei's eyes were open, but the whites of his eyes turned up, as if he had fainted.

Peng Yushu was obviously startled, and subconsciously reached over, wanting to push Juan Bei awake, but I hurriedly grabbed him and signaled not to move yet. Then he reached out and tested his snort, and touched his pulse again, Juan Bei's breathing was even, his pulse was strong, and there was no sweat on the top of his head, which did not look like fainting caused by physical weakness or sudden emergency.

I turned the lamp to take a closer look, Juan Bei's face was more ruddy than when he first entered the door, the green tendons of his temples were prominent, and the rhythm of breathing, beating up and down, while there was a clear blue-gray mass on his seal. I pressed his arm, and the muscles tensed completely, and I could even hear a slight crunch between his joints. At this moment, I heard a faint voice coming from the depths of his throat, and I leaned over to carefully identify it, and it seemed to be a Peking Opera song, and the rhythm was the same as the sound of copper bells I had heard before.

This can't help but make my heart spine. Juan Bei's condition at the moment is definitely not a physical problem, but it seems to be possessed by something, but the fighting array under my small courtyard can be said to be difficult for a hundred ghosts to approach, and a hundred poisons are invasive, and the soul suppression bell is a spiritual weapon to exorcise demons and cure ghosts, how did this thing come in? Although Juan Bei has undergone surgery on his throat, his body is strong and masculine, how can this thing get on his body?

I didn't have a judgment for a while, and I thought about not dwelling on the original situation first, so I turned around and went into the back room, and took out a small celadon incense burner from the small wooden box in the drawer, and took out a stick of sandalwood. This sandalwood is not an ordinary incense, it is specially made for me by a friend of the Longmen sect of Jiangxi Taoism, there are a few rare medicinal materials in it, and it is made in a closed and damp cave, and then it is smoked on the brazier frame, and the whole production time is less than half a year. This sandalwood is also known as the incense of the soul, has a strong effect of gathering the spirit to drive away evil spirits, and the incense is an important means in the traditional Chinese arts, the ancients often burned incense when painting, playing chess, and dancing swords, in fact, it is really not a vassal elegance, but in order to better enter the state of fugue.

I took out the needle box for acupuncture again and went back to the living room. Light incense, twist silver needles on the three acupuncture points of Juan Bei'an's Renzhong, Neiguan, and Laogong, and sit beside him to watch his body change.

The smell of the soul incense is very special, like a faint orchid fragrance. The smell spreads, but the human mind becomes clearer and clearer. Seeing that I was doing all this in an orderly manner, Peng Yushu slowly relaxed and sat back on the chair.

I turned my head and asked Peng Yushu if this had happened to Juan Bei before, and what was going on with his throat surgery?

Peng Yushu shook his head with a wry smile and told me that although he had known Juan Bei since he was a child and was a child for decades, he never knew that Ju Anbei had this problem. Juan Bei people are very straightforward and enthusiastic, impeccable from the perspective of friends, but there is one thing that ordinary people can't accept, that is, they have a strong sense of privacy and are very protective of others.

Juan Bei's room is never let in, and his books are never borrowed. Peng Yushu, a friend for decades, has never been in it. More than 20 years ago, Peng Yushu knew that Hu Anbei had a set of rare books of "Idle Love and Occasional Mail", which happened to be related to the research he was doing.

Hu Anbei's life is very regular, thunder can't move, every day to practice morning and evening exercises, morning exercises in the tube river outside the walls of the Forbidden City, evening exercises in his own yard. Morning Gong is okay, when he practices evening exercises, the courtyard door is closed, the lights are all out, but he never practices singing, there is no movement in the courtyard at all, and I don't know how he practiced, but there is one, even if there is a fire in the house next door and the police come to smash the door, the door of this courtyard will not open, and some will not be opened until he finishes practicing.

Speaking of this, Peng Yushu sighed, in the decades that he had known him, before ten o'clock in the morning and after nine o'clock in the evening, he had never seen Juan Bei, so he couldn't give me an accurate answer to the last question I asked. Tonight, Juan Bei delayed his evening work and fainted again, and he saw him for the first time.

The latter question, Peng Yushu spoke for half an hour, and it was completely different from my original assumption, the problem of Juan Bei's throat was not entirely due to illness, according to Peng Yushu, it was purely humble.

As I mentioned earlier, Hu Anbei became the pillar of the Peking Opera Troupe in the 60s, not only in performance, but also in the troupe's new plays and new scripts, which were basically written by him. But in Hu Anbei's heart, he never let go of the idea of improving traditional Peking Opera.

In today's view, this is completely a manifestation of an excellent actor's intellectual curiosity, but in the sixties and seventies, it was an extremely dangerous signal.

(Huizi Xiangliang, Zhuangzi went to see it.) Or Huizi said: "Zhuangzi comes, and he wants to replace his son." So Keiko was afraid and searched in the country for three days and three nights. Zhuangzi saw it and said: "There is a bird in the south, its name is the Oriole, and the son knows it? So the squirrel got the rotting rat, and the peddle passed over it, looked up at it and said: 'Frightened!'