People are afraid of death, afraid of the dead, afraid of the death of the dead, even afraid of the morgue, afraid of the coffin, as long as everyone related to "death" is afraid, let alone ghosts?

Sometimes I always think that life and death are equal, humans and ghosts are probably equal, there is a way in the yang, and there is a way in the underworld. Obviously, everyone has rules. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I'm not a guide, I don't have any guides these days, I'm a student, and I'm the kind to worry about the final exams; My father was a small contractor, the kind who had to worry about his livelihood; My mother doesn't work, but she also cares about the price of food.

It's funny to say, what is a psychic? What is a guide? For me, it's nothing more than shaking the bell and reciting greetings, how can there be such a magic as the talismans flying sideways and the magic weapons rolling around like in novels and TV. I had to go to college and find a job to make ends meet.

The road in front of my house is called the bell to guide the way, and my family has a rule that every time there is a thick fog in February and October of the lunar calendar, I have to recruit "guests" to send "guests" back, as for why, pay off the debt, my grandfather told me so. As for why it is foggy, there is no traffic on the road safely, my father told me.

Before attracting customers, the mother had to buy a lot of dishes and come back, and before nightfall, she had to buy a good ingot candle, and then hold the straw and wait for the fog. When the fog rises, there is no wind and no sound, first the faint fog quietly gathers as thin as smoke and dust, and then slowly gathers up like white silk, and finally the fog will mix with the dim street lamps, thick and greasy, full of streets and alleys, overflowing, and floating up a city on the high-rise buildings.

If I used to hold the straw, rub my eyes and watch my grandfather's thin back shake a wind chime and sing a soul in the thick fog, but just thirteen years later, now I am learning the vicissitudes of my ancestors under the fog and shaking a bell:

Scattered and ownerless, lonely ghosts, long away from disasters and sorrowful.

Gong Zhu Zhaojun returned from afar and sent you to the Nine Secluded Capitals.

Shake a wind chime, I sacrifice a toast and toast, and appease the wandering spirits of the Quartet.

A move of the oriental soul, flowing gold gravel can not be stagnant

A move of the southern soul, the worship of the bones of people cannot be stopped

One move of the Western Soul, the Thunder Abyss quicksand cannot be trusted

One move of the northern soul, adding ice and flying snow is indispensable

The mountains are high and the water is long, and the bell leads the way; The Quartet summons spirits, and the Quartet returns.

Ringing the bell three more times, I sprinkled wine and burned incense.

"I sacrifice the Eastern Qingling, the Southern Danling, the Western Haoling, and the Northern Xuanling with melon wine and three sacrifices, and open the gate of the Nine Secluded Cities, so that the tigers and leopards will devour the flesh, the swords will scrape the bones, and the names and surnames will be unrelenting, and those who are sad and helpless can solve all the troubles and obstacles, and can turn all greed and hatred into foolishness."

After the words are bowed, to welcome the guests. Just like grandpa, I repeated everything.

It may take a long time, and it may not be long before the fog will dissipate, and every time the fog clears, the world is as clear as the rain has passed and the first sunny day has passed.

Sometimes the "guest" will come to me so that I can guide the way, and sometimes nothing will come, such as today, this world of flowers is really so tempting and nostalgic, which makes people linger.

"Jian Xing, throw these ashes or something into the moat in front of you, and your mother and I will go back first," said the father, pointing to the ashes in the same place, and slapping Hache heartlessly.

"Anyway, help me clean up, I was just polite just now.。 I secretly cried in my heart, "Okay, you guys should go back first," I replied.

In the early hours of February, the moat was not only cool, but I had to hurriedly clean up the ground and carry a lot of paper ash to deal with it. "Why did I take over the task of throwing paper ashes?" I secretly cried out in my heart.

The street lights on both sides of the street are bright, and a blurred figure on the bridge seems to stop and stare at the wordless river flowing under the bridge, I don't know when this "guest" has been on this bridge since then, every year my family will lead twice, but he has not responded once, where this obsession is, I don't know, I can't understand the weight.

After disposing of the ashes, I burned the paper money that was still intact in the ashes to him, just like last year.

It's a little strange to say, I, as a human being, want to know what this "guest" thinks, and I can't help but shake my head and laugh at my weird thoughts.

The moat flowed quietly, and there was a street lamp still lit by the river, and the east was white, but the street lamp still illuminated that side clearly.

"Wow-ah-" The baby's cry exploded in my head, and I was startled by the suddenness.

Over there, illuminated by the street lamp, a dark shadow burst out of the alley and fled straight to the east. I've never seen such a quick "guest", they are obviously so unhurried.

"Wow-ah-" The baby's cry grew louder and louder, and even with a little command, and how many small black shadows suddenly flew out from behind the black shadow, and they swarmed up and held the guest dead. I've never seen anything like it, and I was really overwhelmed for a while.

"Oh——————" the rooster crowed, and the east was really white. When the world returns, those black shadows slowly disappear in the morning sun.

Do the "guests" also fight? I still don't understand, but I understand the reason why the "guest" fled so quickly - the "guest" died sideways.

But what can I do? The living mind the dead? Some people do, but I hate them! They broke the rules so that now, people can raise little ghosts, evil ghosts can also harm people, people serve ghosts and gods but seek blessings and profits, and in the end they will be complacent and think that they know yin and yang and are "fortune tellers"!

But what can I do? The underworld is determined in the underworld, and the yang is judged in the yang. I'm curious about what I'm seeing, but I'm not going to care, all I have to do now is hurry home and pack up and get ready for school.

I thought about it as I quickened my pace towards home.