Chapter Ninety-Nine: False Mouths

A young hand reached out in front of everyone's eyes, scattering a handful of fine sand, and the picture stirred up overlapping microwaves. Microwaves disrupt the view.

The water calmed down, and all they saw was their heads huddled together.

This Hong Dagang was also dark-hearted. On weekdays, he calls Zhijun a brother and a brother, but when Zhijun is not there, he bullies Chuanxiang like this. One person said angrily, "His lower body was originally cut by scissors, but he said that Chuanxiang took the initiative to seduce him and hurt him with ghost magic." He also spread rumors that spreading incense was a ghost prostitute who harmed people. It's really vicious. ”

"False mouths are like waves, and vulgar intestines are like scumbags. Shocking, poisonous fog. If you don't have a clear eye, who is the first? When the sun is in the sky, the demon hides its steps. The monk recited the verse.

I also saw in school the power of false rumors, which is more powerful than ghosts harming people, and more cruel than ghosts. One of our junior high school physics teachers crossed the line and wrote a letter of reflection to the boss, revealing the sensitive issue of a certain leader of the school. I didn't expect that leader to be very tough and know about it. Instead of directly criticizing the physics teacher, he spread rumors that the physics teacher had gone crazy and affirmed to his superiors that he had invented the mortars that are now used in the army.

This would have been a very idiotic and boring slander, and even a little ridiculous. But the more desolate it is

It seems that the more long-tongued men and long-tongued women are willing to believe.

Every time the physics teacher went out, someone asked him, half-jokingly, half-seriously: "Didn't you invent the mortar?" Why aren't you a military expert still teaching junior high school here? ”

At first, he argued with others, saying, "I didn't." I am writing a letter of reflection, not an application for an invention. But the idea of mortars had been planted in their hearts like a seed, and no matter how much he tried to defend it, it would be of no avail. And this seed took root and sprouted, spreading more and more.

This teacher walked outside, and someone always pointed at him from a distance and said, "Look, it's that teacher who said he invented the mortar, hehe." Do you think he has a nervous problem? Then several people snickered together.

The physics teacher finally couldn't bear it anymore, had a nervous breakdown, and took the initiative to say, "You know what? The mortar was invented by me. I really invented it. ”

The school, fearing that he would affect the students, disqualified him as a teacher and, out of compassion, gave him a small monthly stipend. That teacher is still available to this day when I visit him at my alma mater. He grabbed me and said, "I know you, you're my student." But, you know, I invented the mortar? Hey. He smiled smirkly at me, alone in an indescribable joy, as if complacent about the invention of the mortar.

Reader, you say, aren't the rumors of the people terrible?

Chuanxiang lives in such an environment full of rumors.

Grandpa asked the monk, "Why does Zhijun's mother also say that she is a female ghost?" Moreover, I found that Chuanxiang did exude some ghostly energy. ”

Others also looked inquiringly at the wrinkled monk.

"Zhijun's mother doesn't like girls from other places, does she?" The monk asked.

Everyone around immediately nodded. One of them said: "This old woman is very stubborn, and the girl who said that she can't believe it, and she will run away when she says it, and she must find a local daughter-in-law." "More than ten years ago, many young people went to the coastal areas of Guangzhou to become migrant workers without hesitation. Many young people bring their girlfriends from other places when they come back, but soon after they get married, their daughters-in-law from other places suddenly run away and are not heard from, leaving a child who is waiting to be breastfed. Such things are not uncommon.

The monk said: "Zhijun's mother said that she was a female ghost, just to force her to leave. The so-called wall fell down and everyone pushed it, and more people didn't want to think about it, so they insisted that she was a female ghost. The monk sighed and said, "How can the dwarf ever watch a play? It's just a matter of what people say. ”

"What's the matter with that ghost-hunting monk?" Someone asked.

The monk said: "That's Hong Dagang and they teamed up to deceive everyone, saying that I was going to Hongjiaduan in two days, and then found a gangster who was in the same stream to pretend to be a monk, deliberately asking you not to come out, and took the opportunity to defile the incense." They attempted rape for the first time, and they have been haunting it ever since. ”

"There's a ghost in her, it's true. You all say she's a female ghost, so why don't you take the opportunity to focus your attention on her? The monk said. He didn't pour out the wine in the copper tripod, but took the sand next to him back into the copper tripod. Grandpa took the copper tripod in his hand and put it back in its original position.

"You mean ghost prostitutes still exist?" One asked.

"Of course. You have always regarded Chuanxiang as a female ghost, allowing real ghost prostitutes to take advantage of the opportunity to hurt more people. The monk said.

Grandpa immediately thought of what he and I had seen at the fork in the road.

"Isn't it wrong for the fake monk to say that it was a ghost prostitute?" Someone asked.

The monk smiled: "If people want to deceive you, you will first give a little correct information, so that you can believe other wrong information." ”

The crowd was silent.

The monk said: "This ghost prostitute is indeed the incarnation of a woman in the Qinglou. It is also true that there is a tongue-shaped obstacle on the lower body. This is not surprising to know, because something similar happened in this area more than thirty years ago. ”

"Something like this has ever happened? Is it also a ghost prostitute? One asked. Grandpa was thoughtful.

The monk nodded: "You were either not born when it happened, or you were too young to remember now." However, this uncle of yours should know. "The monk refers to the grandfather, and he is the only one here who can be called the uncle of the others. The rest were in their twenties or early thirties.

Grandpa barely squeezed out a smile and replied, "Eh." ”

"I had a relationship with your father." The monk squirmed his lips and said, "Your father is a very powerful man. But he just treats magic as a pastime. ”

"Do you know my father?" Grandpa was surprised.

The monk didn't seem to hear his grandfather's words, and continued to say with some sadness: "Your father is smart, and these magic techniques are about to be extinct." Look at me, when I was struggling for skills, didn't I want to take these to the loess? ”

"Don't say that, master." Grandpa comforted him.

"Now I'm asking his son to help me catch ghosts." The monk said. At this moment, a fly flew in and perched on the bridge of the monk's nose, and the monk was unconscious.

At that moment, Grandpa said he smelled death. As if he saw a gossamer like a black belt, he quietly came to the monk's side, entered through the monk's nostrils, and digested it in the monk's body. Grandpa said it was strange that from that time on, he could see death coming, and the people standing next to him would not feel that way. The only thing that connected with Grandpa's heart was probably the fly, which first smelled the smell of rot and came to the bridge of the monk's nose in advance.