At about 6 o'clock in the evening, Mr. Liang came to the store in a light gray Toyota van with the help of his father. Seeing Mr. Liang's sluggish expression, Mei Ying asked me in a low voice that he didn't seem to be okay, and I said that his business was in his mouth, and all his teeth were knocked out by ghosts in his dreams. Miying's face turned white, and she didn't dare to ask again.

The van was hired by Liang's father, and the driver said something to Liang's father, and Liang's father shook his head again and again. I asked what was going on, and it turned out that he had heard that not only was he going to drive the car to the cemetery, but he might also have to help with some things, and even keep a night watch, so he asked for more money. Liang's father was reluctant, so I told him: "It's all this time, are you still worried about money?" Do you want your son's life? Liang's father had no choice but to agree and double the driver's salary.

Before getting into the car, I reminded Liang's father to withdraw the balance of 25,000 Hong Kong dollars at a nearby bank first, so as not to get trouble, and Liang's father did so. The four of us got into the car and let the driver drive to Cemetery Hill in Chai Wan, where it was already dark. This cemetery hill really lives up to its name, and the hillside is full of cement walls, and countless tombstones are closely arranged. It's kind of like a movie theater seat. As far as the eye can see, a large number of tombstones are densely packed, in the thousands.

Drive the car along the carriageway all the way to the area where Mr. Liang is usually in charge, at the door of the office. Out of the car, Deng Kang said as he walked: "The resentment here is greater than that of any cemetery. ”

I replied: "There are hundreds of thousands of tombstones and urns. Of course, the resentment is great, even if there is only one-tenth of the dead, there are tens of thousands. Deng Kang nodded and told me that there must be something to calm the spirits here, otherwise the ashes of hundreds of thousands of dead. The resentment is so great that any living person will slowly die of illness.

Knocking on the office door, a middle-aged man with glasses looked at us suspiciously. Liang's father said what he meant, and this man said, "So that's the case, so what do you want me to do?" ”

"We're going to put the offerings back one by one first, and you can help us too, there's a lot of stuff, and we won't be able to finish it in a while." I say. The middle-aged man nodded, walked out and walked to the van to see that the driver had helped move all the things out and piled a lot on the ground.

The middle-aged man was surprised: "So many offerings? Where did it all come from? Bought it? ”

Father Liang looked very embarrassed, and I didn't say much, just asked him to help us work. I asked Mr. Liang, "You can't remember which tombstone those famous cigarettes and wines were placed in front of before, right?" Mr. Liang couldn't speak, so he just nodded again and again. I, the middle-aged man, Liang's father, and the driver worked together to distribute the fruits, pastries, roast meat, tobacco and alcohol, and other items evenly in front of the tombstones where there were no offerings.

There were a lot of offerings, and it took us more than two hours to get them done. Back in the office, I said to the middle-aged man, "A few of us are going to wait here first, and then go out in the middle of the night to cast spells." At that time, you just stayed here, locked the doors and windows of the office, and if you saw anything on the surveillance footage, don't be surprised, just don't see it. I replied. The man was a little nervous and said what he would see. I said not necessarily, don't be surprised anyway, no matter what, it's better if you don't, the man nodded repeatedly.

The five of them sat in the office, with a computer on a long desk. The picture is nine small tiles, each with an angle, which is a top-down view of the cemetery mountain. Time passed very slowly, and when it was completely dark, the picture was too dark to see clearly, and the middle-aged man adjusted the camera surveillance screen to night vision mode, and the picture became monochrome, but it was very clear, just like the day.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, Deng Kang signaled that it was okay, and except for the driver, all four of us left the office and walked along the long graveyard with flashlights. Deng Kang kept looking back, and when I asked what was wrong, he said, "There are a lot of Yin spirits following behind." Look at the expressions are very angry, there are more than a dozen. Not only me, but Mr. Liang and Liang's father were also frightened, they couldn't even walk, and looked behind them tremblingly.

Deng Kang said impatiently: "Let's go, you can't see it, even those lay people who have practiced can only sense and can't see, only those who practice the Dharma and the Black Dharma can see them." ”

This area is a hillside, and there are dozens of long graveyards alone, and we follow the graveyards to the end. I turned back and walked the next one, and when I walked more than a dozen times, I felt chills all over my body and shivered several times. Although it was the middle of the night, it was the middle of the summer, the weather was hot, and it was not cold in the middle of the night, but I felt as if I was in the freezer. Liang's father sneezed, it seems that he is because of his age, and his yang energy is weaker than mine. And Mr. Liang trembled even more. With his hands on his chest, he looked almost freezing.

Deng Kang turned around and said, "There are so many, you can't squeeze them out." ”

Father Liang said tremblingly, "What, what are there so many things? ”

Deng Kang said: "What do you think, of course it is a ghost!" Hundreds of them followed, black and pressing, and I don't know how many yin spirits your son has offended. "Father Liang was so frightened that he was about to collapse, and I had to go over to support him.

When I got to the middle of a certain cemetery, Deng Kang stopped, and I asked what was wrong. "I can't go anymore, and there are a lot of Yin Spirits blocking in front of me." Deng Kang said.

Mr. Liang and Liang's father hurriedly stopped, and Liang's father hugged his son tightly, as if he was afraid that he would be injured. Deng Kang said to me: "The way to cast the spell is very simple, I want to use the psychic method first, so that Mr. Liang can temporarily become a bardo body, so that he can see the yin spirit." When the yin spirits take revenge on him, they will use the spirit control method to eliminate the resentment of these yin spirits. During this time, you two should stay away and not make any sound. ”

Liang's father and I nodded again and again, and Liang's father asked, "Will my son be in danger?" Tengkang said he couldn't be entirely sure if there was or didn't. Liang's father immediately became nervous and asked what if my son had an accident, he only had such a relative.

I said, "Whether there is or not." Now you have no choice at all, and you can only eat the evil causes that you have sown, and the evil fruits that come out. Father Liang was still hesitating, Deng Kang waved his hand impatiently, and I pulled Father Liang over the railing. Run to the graveyard next door and exit about seven or eight meters away.

Deng Kang asked Mr. Liang to sit on the ground, and he also sat opposite Mr. Liang, and took out a long bone nail from his arms, which was more than half a foot long, and let Mr. Liang hold it in his hand. He pressed his palm to the top of Mr. Liang's head and began to chant the mantra in a low voice. Liang's father looked nervously from the side and asked me, "Will my son be—" I was so angry that I hurriedly motioned for him to stop. Only then did Father Liang remember Dengkang's instructions, so he didn't let him speak, so he had to shut up.

Mr. Liang sits. Close your eyes. After about a few minutes, Mr. Liang suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the right, and I heard him let out an exclamation of "ah" and tried to stand up. And Deng Kang pressed his hand on his forehead, so that he could not stand up straight. Mr. Liang raised his hands in front of him, and shouted vaguely while blocking: "Don't ...... Don't hit...... Hit me! "It was as if an invisible person was beating him.

This situation made Liang's father nervous, and he ran to the fence, reached for the edge of the railing, and clumsily tried to climb over the wall. The wall between the tombs was nearly two meters high, and it was impossible for him to climb over it, so I quickly dragged him down. Liang's father was so anxious to speak, but I covered his mouth, and he couldn't make a sound. I glared at him with my eyes, and if he wasn't nearly sixty, I would have had to slap him twice.

Mr. Liang over there was still dodging the invisible fist, and his head was lowered when he was beaten, and he kept saying "don't", "oops", "help, help, me". The volume of Dengkang's mantra increased, and Mr. Liang was beaten so much that he couldn't resist it, and he violently broke free of Dengkang's palm and ran towards the end of the tomb.

He lowered his head as he ran, bumped his elbows back and forth left and right, and pushed wildly. It seems that there are a lot of people blocking in front. Mr. Liang rushed left and right, but still could not protrude, he walked more and more slowly, and finally fell to his knees, his body curled up, buried his head between his legs, and let out a low moan.

Father Liang couldn't hold back any longer, and ran to the end of the tomb, I chased after him, and the old man certainly didn't run as fast as me. I stopped in front of him and pointed at him, if I hadn't made a sound, I would have scolded him for spurting blood. Liang's father was so anxious that he burst into tears, and wanted to speak several times, but I stopped him with my eyes, I pointed at Mr. Liang, and pointed at him, which means that if you make trouble again, your son will die if he doesn't die.