Doroti's words really confused me.

So I blurted out, "Who is he?" What did he find? ”

Doroti shook his head with a wry smile and said, "This is what the High Priest said at that time, and I don't know what it means!" ”

I was lost in thought.

However, the ups and downs of thought are difficult to understand.

It was almost dusk, and Doroti's parents started to light a fire and cook.

The patriarch asked someone to bring some bacon and game, and asked the Doroti family to entertain me as a guest of honor.

I feel that although this ethnic group is deep in the mountains, it does not have any primitive and ignorant atmosphere, but is simple and kind, and is very warm to outsiders.

I lay on the clean bed that the Doroti family had prepared for me, tossing and turning even more, and my head felt more confused than it had been before I had come to see the High Priest.

I finally managed to fall asleep, and suddenly woke up, and it was already dawn.

Doroti's sister smiled shyly and helped me get a wash, I washed up hastily, and then ate a bowl of porridge with Doroti, and then heard a voice outside, and then the priest of Mingluo walked in.

"Master Mingluo!" I hurried to say hello.

Ming Luo Shaman nodded and said, "My master said that as a Chinese, you can think of stopping those two things from wreaking havoc in our country, and this kind of compassion makes him very emotional, so he can no longer stand idly by." However, as the high priest of the Tai tribe, Master cannot go out of the mountain in person, so he specially ordered me to accompany you on this trip to see if I can clear those evil obstacles. ”

When I heard the meaning of his words, I didn't seem to be completely sure that the "evil obstacles" would be removed. However, it may also be his humble statement, so I was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him.

Doroti's face was full of joy.

Doroti's parents, like all parents in the world, were busy stuffing Doroti backpacks with something to eat and use, and then we set off together and returned to Buntian City.

On the way, I couldn't help but ask the Ming Luo shaman if he already knew who the gray ghost was, and what the black shadow was.

Ming Luo refused to talk about the gray ghost, but said to me, "In our Tai tribe, there is a very evil witchcraft, which is said to be able to summon the souls of the living. It's just that this kind of magic has long been lost, and although my master knows about this kind of magic art, he doesn't dare to say that he can deal with it 100 percent. ”

Although I also expected it, I couldn't help but be surprised, and hurriedly asked him: "I used to see that kind of black ghost in the house of a paralyzed patient named Weng Pota, and the son of this paralyzed patient said that the black ghost was not his dead grandfather, but his paralyzed father, could it be that what this child said was actually right?" The black ghost that appeared in their house was really the soul of the paralyzed patient? ”

"It should be!" Ming Luo replied, "According to my master, that kind of sorcery is mainly aimed at the wounded and dying. Because the soul of the dying person is slowly detaching from the body, it is not only easy to summon, but also easy to manipulate. ”

"Then why are they pitch black, and they can't see their facial features?" I asked.

"That's because this kind of black soul has to be manipulated by people to appear! It has no autonomous consciousness itself, and naturally it has no facial features, and it seems to be a black mess! ”

I can roughly understand this explanation.

Because ghosts,

Or souls and the like, they are just human brain waves, and they are willing to let you see you to see.

And since this black soul has to be manipulated by humans, it is naturally impossible for it to project its own facial features and face onto the human brain.

This is probably the reason why this kind of black ghost can only scare people, but cannot attach to the human body.

Of course, this explanation cannot be said to be 100% accurate. After all, modern science does not have a complete concept of "natural" things such as ghosts, and I can only explain them according to my understanding.

Then a question popped into my mind.

If the black ghost I saw at Ongpota's house that night was indeed the soul of the living Ongpota himself, then when I went to Ongpota's house again the next day, Ongpota was already dead, could his soul still turn into a ghost and continue to harm people?

I immediately asked the question.

Master Mingluo shook his head and said, "I said that the black ghost is the soul of a living person controlled by demonic magic, and if the body dies completely, its soul will become a ghost, and it will no longer be controlled by this kind of demonic magic. And the soul and the like, unless there are specific factors, will die out quickly, and it is impossible to stay in the world and continue to harm people! ”

I've known for a long time that ghosts and the like require specific conditions to exist, but I didn't expect that a shaman like Mingluo, who believes in ghosts and gods, can have such an objective understanding.

And these words of the Ming Luo shaman are equivalent to telling me that since Weng Pota is dead, the black shadow formed by his soul has also disappeared.

However, this leads to two other questions that still confuse me.

Since the soul of that kind of living person has no independent consciousness after being summoned out of the human body by demonic magic, it is unlikely that the soul of Ompota will remember his hatred after turning into a ghost.

But why, Puticha who had a grudge against Ongpota, was repeatedly harassed by ghosts and finally died on the operating table?

Even Yugda was implicated, not only was he too scared to go out, but even his son drowned?

I put these two questions back up to the Minro shaman, who thought about it for a while, and instead of giving me a clear answer, he said something very philosophical: "Hatred often makes people forget themselves!" ”

I pondered it myself, and soon understood what the priest of Minro meant.

Hatred is one of the most powerful emotions of human beings, especially those who have an extreme personality and love to drill the horns of the bull, often lose their minds because of hatred, even if they make trouble and die, they have to turn into ghosts to take revenge.

There are countless examples like this since ancient times, so what the priest said is both philosophical and true.

But if we put it the other way around, it is that even if some people forget themselves, they will not forget hatred.

As for Ompota specifically, it is likely that even if his soul is incarnated as a ghost, he has no independent consciousness, but the bitter hatred hidden deep in his soul still makes him vicious to Puticha and repeatedly angry with the Friendship Hospital.

But the question is, what effect can this demon method play when practiced, just to scare people?

Also, the Ming Luo shaman said that those black ghosts are dark because they are controlled by people, so they are pitch black and faceless, but why, the gray ghost I met when I came with Doroti not only has very clear facial features, but

Can you also attach a human body and manipulate the human body?

I asked these two questions, but the Minro priest didn't answer, as if he hadn't heard.

Quietly walked forward for a while, I had to call him, Ming Luo sighed softly and said, "I don't know! I haven't seen ...... You're talking about a gray ghost, so I can't tell what it is! ”

He ignored my previous question, and I don't think he was injurious about the "grey ghost", he just kept dodging and didn't want to talk about it.

But I couldn't force it, so I had to switch to the next question again.

"I smelled herbs at the house of Ongpota and at the house of another paralyzed patient. And I'm sure they've taken the same herb, is it the kind of magic you are talking about, you have to work with this herb to work? ”

Ming Luo glanced at me with a wry smile on her face and said, "You really have enough questions, it seems that your investigation has been very in-depth!" ”

I smiled and said, "But I wonder if my inference is correct?" ”

Mingluo pondered for a moment, as if she was considering whether she should tell me clearly.

Eventually, he nodded and said, "Yes!" Legend has it that that kind of magic is not only very difficult to practice, but also requires an extremely rare herb to work with! But that herb ...... It was extinct hundreds of years ago, but I didn't expect ......"

He couldn't help but sigh softly, but I suddenly understood what the High Priest meant by the words he muttered yesterday when he was holding the wooden statue I had brought.

"He found it, it looks like he really did!"

I don't know who "he" is, but what "he" found is naturally this almost extinct herb!

I immediately opened my mouth and asked Mingluo, "Who is the one who found this herb and practiced this kind of witchcraft?" Master Mingluo should know about this person, right? ”

I asked, observing Master Mingluo's expression. But seeing him frowning, he didn't answer for a long time.

My mind was spinning, and suddenly it seemed to come to me.

"Yes! Weng Pota and the other paralyzed patient's family members all found herbs from a living immortal in the southern mountains, could this living immortal be the initiator of all this? Also, the gray ghost, I heard it command the black ghost, could it be the soul of the so-called living fairy himself? ”

This idea is very bold, after all, Master Ming Luo said that cultivating that kind of demon art is just to summon the souls of seriously ill patients.

And if the so-called living immortal is the initiator, his soul should not be casually separated from the body.

But I was quite confident in this conjecture, and I just waited for the Ming Luo shaman to give me a reasonable explanation.

It's a pity that Mingluo Priest always frowned, until I had to call him again, he said lightly: "Everything I can say has already been told to you, other things, let's wait and see!" ”

He didn't say "things he knows", but said "things he can say", which means that he should have a very clear understanding of this "living immortal".

But I saw that he looked solemn, and knew that if I continued to ask questions, he might not be so polite to me again, so I had to smile at him flatteringly, and no longer hold on to the question. (https:)

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