Xue Qian looked at Secretary Wang with a strange expression: "You also understand this?" This kind of thing is mysterious, how did you learn it? ”

Secretary Wang smiled awkwardly. said: "When I didn't know Mr. Lu before, strange things often happened in Huaicheng. Someone reported the case, and the police station suppressed it, in order to maintain stability, so ordinary people don't know, but I do. At that time, we began to invite all kinds of masters, including feng shui masters, Taoist priests, monks, and ...... who are said to be able to channel."

Xue Qian said with a smile: "I can't think of it." Our government actually does this kind of thing. I always thought it was materialism. ”

Secretary Wang probably also felt that this kind of thing was not very glorious, and he said with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "Hey, didn't Comrade Xiaoping say it? Black cats and white cats, those who can catch mice are good cats. ”

Xue Qian asked, "Did these cats of yours catch mice?" ”

Secretary Wang sighed and said rather melancholy: "Nine out of ten of these people are liars. came to eat and drink, cheated some money and left. When it's really time to catch ghosts, it's just a matter of burning two talismans and reciting a sutra. We know they're unreliable. But there really is no other way. They can only be left to fool people. However, in the process, I knew a university professor who was good at helping people and could communicate with ghosts and spirits. ”

Xue Qian looked surprised: "University professor." Follow you guys to do this? ”

Secretary Wang nodded: "This professor can be said to be a great Confucian, who teaches calculus in school, but those who really know him know it." He is extremely familiar with ancient books. The study of the I Ching and the like is very thorough, and it is estimated that only such smart people can be appreciated by gods and ghosts. ”

Xue Qian suddenly realized: "You just learned to help the girl from him?" ”

Secretary Wang said: "I just learned some scratches. Whether Brother Zhao is willing to come out or not depends on his own intentions. ”

Xue Qian looked at Aunt Xue and asked, "Let's ...... Fuping? ”

Aunt Xue nodded: "If you can really invite his soul out." It's okay to ask him for his opinion. ”

I looked at Mr. Lu and asked, "What should I do?" ”

Mr. Lu said: "It's easy to do, when they start to help them in a while, you will attach yourself to the wooden stick, and if you have anything to say, write it to them." ”

I blinked: "It's that simple? ”

Mr. Lu nodded and asked rhetorically, "How complicated can it be?" ”

At this time, Secretary Wang picked up the brush and wrote on a blank piece of paper.

Xue Qian asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Secretary Wang explained while writing: "I'm writing a sacrificial poem, just a few sentences. Ghosts and gods need to be respected, we can't say, come on. Then the spirit came out. That's disrespectful. ”

Xue Qian said: "Your current appearance is really a bit like Mr. Lu. ”

Secretary Wang smiled embarrassedly and said, "No way, although I haven't eaten pork, I've seen a lot of pigs run away." ”

After a while, Secretary Wang had already written it on paper. Xue Qian glanced at it twice and said, "In such a short time, I wrote these four sentences, Secretary Wang, you are in a good mood." ”

Secretary Wang waved his hand: "Don't make fun of me, there are only a few kinds of sacrificial poems, each of which has an example, just draw a scoop according to the gourd and copy it." ”

Xue Qian nodded, put the wooden stick in the palm of her hand, and landed softly on the rice grains, and then said to Secretary Wang, "Let's start." ”

Secretary Wang's expression suddenly became solemn. Holding the blank paper in both hands, he walked to the brazier step by step, and then slowly knelt down. Zhen He Hua rowed.

I heard him tear open his throat and chant loudly: "Tonight watch the heavens, help the ghost and ask the gods." The filial son died in a foreign land, where is the ghost? ”

After reading these four sentences, Secretary Wang threw the white paper into the brazier, and then whispered my name, and threw the paper money into the brazier to burn while chanting.

Mr. Lu patted me on the shoulder and said, "Zhao Mang, you can go." ”

He pushed me and slammed into the stick. I don't know if Mr. Lu did something on me, but I suddenly felt that my body and the wooden stick were together.

That feeling is like a person who has been wandering outside for a long time, and finally has a home, where you can shelter from the wind and rain, shelter from the cold and rest, and most importantly, a sense of security that you have not felt for a long time.

At this moment, I became more and more aware of the importance of the body to the soul.

However, it is clear that this stick is not a suitable body. I felt like the thorns were filling my brain, and it seemed like my head was full of wood as well.

I was shaking back and forth in pain. At this time, I heard Xue Qian shouting happily: "It's moving, the wooden stick is really moving." ”

That's when I remembered that I was going to talk to him.

But I'm so sick now, I just want to get out of this wood at once, I'm afraid that after a long time, I'll be in pain.

When I hesitated to write a word, I suddenly remembered the conversation I had with Mr. Lu. So in a flash of inspiration, he wrote two words on the table: dream.

As soon as I had written these two words, I escaped from the stick. Stumbling back into the yard.

Mr. Lu hugged me and asked lightly, "It doesn't taste good, right?" ”

I asked, "You know?" ”

Mr. Lu said: "Seeing that you came back in a hurry, you have already guessed. ”

I nodded and said, "It's really uncomfortable. ”

At this time, Xue Qian and several people were already lying on the table to identify them. After a while, Secretary Wang said: "These two words seem to be a dream." Brother Xue, he is planning to give you a dream, it seems that Brother Zhao has a lot to say. Hurry up and go to sleep. ”

Xue Qian said: "He didn't seem to say who he wanted to dream for, what if it was you?" ”

A few of them were discussing, and I suddenly felt a burst of yang energy surging behind me, like a flame, and my back hurt.

Mr. Lu pulled me and hurriedly gave way to the side.

When I turned around, I saw Officer Shi and Officer Chen coming with a brigade of policemen.

Officer Shi took off his hat and burned two pieces of paper for each of us.

Secretary Wang shook hands with him and said cordially, "You are here too?" ”

Officer Shi nodded and said, "During the day, the office is very busy, and I really can't take a break. It's evening now, better. I left two brothers on duty and brought the remaining brothers to keep a wake-up for Mr. Lu and Brother Zhao. The two of them are not locals, and if there is no one to keep the spirit, it will not look good, so that others will say that we will not repay the favor. ”

Secretary Wang nodded: "Just have this heart." ”

Mr. Lu said quietly beside me, "It's really touching. I didn't expect to be a Taoist priest and be so beautiful. ”

I smiled bitterly: "It's all dead, and there's a fart for the scenery." ”

At this time, Xue Qian said, "Officer Shi, it just so happens that you are here." Come and wake the spirits, and the three of us will go to sleep. ”

Officer Shi asked in surprise, "You don't keep a spirit?" ”

Xue Qian pulled him aside and whispered a few words in his ear. Officer Shi's eyes widened, nodded again and again, and said, "Then you go quickly, go and lie down." ”

Although I didn't hear what Xue Qian said, I could guess that I probably talked about dreaming.

Xue Qian and Secretary Wang entered the house. Those policemen were standing or sitting. Some chat, some play cards, and some burn paper. The yard is a bit lively.

Mr. Lu said: "Let's go into the house too, just teach you how to give dreams to the living." ”

The policemen are all men in the prime of life, and the yang energy on their bodies is very strong. To me, they were like furnaces, radiating heat, and I had to carefully pass through them.

Mr. Lu and I were standing in the living room. saw Xue Qian and the three of them, all lying on the sofa. It seems that in order to make it easier for me to dream, no one went back to the room, but slept here with their clothes together.

I asked Mr. Lu, "How do we hold our dreams?" ”

Mr. Lu said, "Don't worry, they haven't fallen asleep yet." ”

Then he said: "Whether a ghost can support dreams or not depends mainly on the size of his obsession. If you have a big obsession, you can make many people have the same dream at the same time. This is the most common ghost thing. If the obsession is small, it can only affect one person, and the time is not too long. ”