I was stunned: "The urn ran back by itself?" You're fooling me, aren't you? ”

Wang Jiao stood at the door of the store, crying and saying, "It really ran back by itself!" I knew that Wang Jiao would not lie to me, so I hurriedly asked what was going on, Wang Jiao cried and said, I only then understood.

It turned out that the urns were redeemed by Sun Xicai from a funeral supplies store in Tiexi, that morning, Sun Xicai did put all the urns in large cardboard boxes, hired a van to send them back, of course they didn't accept it, so to say, the shop owner recycled it at a third of the price, Sun Xicai lost thousands of yuan, and after going back, he was scolded by Wang Jiao for a long time.

Early the next morning, Wang Jiao cleaned the storefront, and the cat sent by the neighbor half a month ago stood in front of a certain shelf, hunched over, making a sound similar to the "sizzle" of a snake, and staring at the bottom of the shelf. Wang Jiao felt strange, reached out and lifted the inner curtain at the bottom of the shelf, and found that there was an urn inside. She complained that Sun Xicai was too sloppy, how could she leave one behind, and let Sun Xicai get rid of it as soon as possible, looking unlucky. In the afternoon of the same day, Sun Xicai used a big shoe box to send the urn back to the funeral supplies store, this time the boss did not accept it, and he didn't want to give it for free, which made Sun Xicai very puzzled, obviously it was purchased from you, how could he not give it for nothing? The shopkeeper didn't explain, he just didn't accept it anyway.

Sun Xicai thought to himself, if you don't take it, won't I throw it away? Anyway, I had already lost my home, and I didn't care about this one anymore, so I threw this urn in a ditch on the side of the road.

That night, both had the same dream: an old man with a wrinkled face, pointing to their noses, kept saying something, his expression was angry, but he couldn't hear what he said.

The next day, when Wang Jiao was looking for goods for a customer, the cat behaved strangely again, howling at the bottom of the shelf. Wang Jiao's heart was furious, she walked over and lifted the yellow curtain, and the urn appeared. Wang Jiao immediately called Sun Xicai and scolded him for why he was reluctant to throw away this urn. Sun Xicai swore to heaven that he had thrown the urn into a ditch in Tiexi District and had not brought it back at all. Wang Jiao looked carefully, and there were indeed traces of knocks on the corner of the box, as well as dirty watermarks.

Wang Jiao tied the urn tightly with several black plastic bags, and the two set off together, came to the muddy water, and threw the urn into the river. Wang Jiao also said, don't try to lie to me, this time see how you get lucky, Sun Xicai explained helplessly, and Wang Jiao couldn't listen to it.

The next morning, after washing their faces, the two went out of the house and stood in the store, Wang Jiao jokingly said that if the urn was still under the shelves now, it would be called a ghost. Sun Xicai scolded and kicked open the yellow curtain with his foot, and the two of them were speechless for a moment - the urn was back, and the watermark had not yet dried.

In this way, for four days in a row, every day the two of them went crazy to various places that could not be found to throw away the urn, but the next morning, the urn was more punctual than clocking in at work, lying quietly in the yellow curtain under the shelf. Wang Jiao burst into tears, scolded Sun Xicai for provoking the ghost, and then called me.

If I hadn't been to Thailand a few years ago, I wouldn't have believed it, but now it's different. I squatted down, reached out and took out the urn, and looked carefully inside and out, Wang Jiao and Sun Xicai hid out of the door, as if the urn was about to explode. The cat stood in the doorway, glaring at me maliciously.

It was an ordinary urn, with an old appearance, apparently used, with an oval groove on the front of the box, and a black-and-white photo of an old man embedded in it, which seemed to be the owner of the urn. Turning over the body of the box, there is a sticker at the bottom, on which the words are written with a black marker, because it has been blistered, the sticker has been a little broken, but the words can still be recognized, it is "Zheng Yonggui, 1924.11.19-05.11.19" and other words.

Needless to say, the old man in the black-and-white photo is Zheng Yonggui, born in 1924 and died in 2005, his birthday and death date are the same day, that is, this person lived to be a full eighty-one years old, no more than one day, no less one day. Fang Gang once told me that an eighty-one-year-old man is called Mo Yang Nan, and if he dies in this year, his body will be half yin and half yang, which is a good material for entering the spirit. And the things that store the bones of the dead are extremely yin things, whether it is an urn, an urn of urn, or an urn of flesh and blood.

I was just about to stand up, the necklace of the five poisonous oil in front of me was as black as ink, and I was shocked, judging from the color, this urn had been attached to the Yin Spirit, and it was very resentful. I also had no idea, so I hurriedly called Fang Gang and told me about the situation. Fang Gang said: "This is very difficult, the urn of the Mo Yang man, even I dare not touch it, your cousin-in-law is really bold!" I asked him how to solve it in annoyance, and Fang Gang thought for a while: "At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, wrap the box in a red cloth at the intersection, pour high wine and burn it, and put a bloody woman's sanitary napkin in the box before burning. If that doesn't work, then I'll have to send the box back to Thailand, and I'll ask Master Azan to help you get it. ”

The cost of sending it back to Thailand is too high, so it is better to burn it to save trouble, so I told the two of them about the situation and prepared to do it that night.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, I poured the urn containing Wang Jiao's used sanitary napkins with medical alcohol, wrapped it in a red cloth, and burned the urn into a pile of black ash at a deserted intersection. Probably because of the upset and stress, my head kept aching and I had to hold my temples with both hands. Sun Xicai asked fearfully, "Brother Tian, does this method work?" ”

I glared at him fiercely: "You have to try if it doesn't work, do you have a way?" He shrank his head and stopped squeaking, Wang Jiao glared at him angrily, panting angrily, if I hadn't been there, I would have twitched my big mouth. After burning the box, I told them both that they were okay and that they could sleep peacefully, and I took a taxi home. At home, the headache was worse, and my eyes were black, and I forced myself to fall asleep quickly, and I barely fell asleep until about two o'clock in the morning.

I had a dream in which an old man trembled with anger and said to me, "I don't want to go back to the tower, don't force me." ”

The next morning, before I woke up, I was woken up by the phone, and Wang Jiao cried breathlessly on the phone: "Brother, that, that box is back!" ”

I immediately fell asleep, got up immediately, washed my face indiscriminately, and went downstairs to take a taxi to the Buddhist brand shop. After entering the store, I lifted the yellow curtain on the base of the shelf, and sure enough, the old urn was still lying there quietly, as if nothing had happened. I took out the urn and looked at it carefully for a long time, yes, it was that.

I asked Sun Xicai: "Last night, did you two watch me burn it with your own eyes?" ”

Sun Xicai cried with a sad face: "Yes, it's all burned to ashes!" ”

I said, "I thought I burned it in my dream last night, it's evil." I hurriedly called Fang Gang and asked him what to do. Fang Gang said: "This is difficult, you can bring the box back to Thailand, and I will ask Master Azan to help you solve it, but it will definitely cost money, and you can't do it without tens of thousands of baht." Or I'll send you a few mantras to see if I can get rid of the yin spirits in the urn. But the yin spirit has to have something to attach to, and if there is no spiritual thing, it will be attached to the person, which is more troublesome. ”

"What is spiritual?" I asked.

Fang Gang said: "Ordinary genuine cards are fine, and Gu Man Tong from the main temple can also be used." You put the card in the urn and try it at midnight with a mantra to see if you can attach the yin spirit to the card. ”

I asked, "What's the use of attaching the yin spirit to the amulet?" Isn't it just as troublesome? ”

Fang Gang said: "Of course it is different, the Buddha card is blessed by the monks, it has the effect of calming the spirit, as long as the yin spirit enters the Buddha card, it will be suppressed by the blessed spell, in fact, it has become a yin card, the principle is the same." ”

I was very happy, but smiled bitterly: "I'm not Master Azan, can I have this mana?" ”

Fang Gang said: "Dead horses are treated as live horse doctors!" No, no more. ”

I thought about it, anyway, there was no cost, it was just a gesture, and I couldn't talk about going to Thailand, so I had to agree. Tell Wang Jiao and Sun Xicai about the situation, Sun Xicai said: "God, it's best to succeed!" Wang Jiao cried and scolded him: "You waste, if you weren't greedy for money and into so many urns, how could there be such a thing?" Why can't you do anything? ”