I stretched out my hand to my shoulder and rubbed it vigorously, and the fingerprints were so clear that I couldn't rub them off.

Don't rub it. This is the cold breath of a dead man, you must use glutinous rice to pull out the poison, and I will help you deal with it in a while. Old man Wang said as he shone a flashlight on the strange tree.

After observing for a moment, he picked me up from the ground. I was sore all over, especially my butt was numb and unconscious. He waved his hand and motioned to go back.

He walked in front, I followed with my head bowed, and we came to the shore. Got on the boat together.

Old man Wang rowed the oars, and we sailed across the reservoir to the opposite shore. He tied up the boat and took me back to my accommodation. It was freezing outside, and the stove in the house was already up and very warm. He told me to take off my coat, bare my shoulders, and sit down on a stool. He boiled a pot of boiling water and brewed a glass of water for me with some Chinese medicine. Let me drink.

The taste was a little strong, and I pinched my nose and barely drank it one bite at a time.

When I drank, he prepared the glutinous rice and old wine with a cigarette in his mouth. In a tattered basin, pour a small half catty of glutinous rice, pour white wine, and then stir it with chopsticks. Stirring it up until it was slimy, he grabbed a handful and snapped it on my shoulder.

I groaned, and I felt a hot burning sensation. It was so uncomfortable that I didn't dare to move. After waiting for less than ten minutes, Old Man Wang sighed, and he stared at my shoulder with a very unbelievable expression.

Uncle Wang, what's wrong? Don't look like that, I'm scared. I say.

He pulled the sticky rice chop off my shoulder and handed it to me. These white glutinous rice are all black, as if they have been smoked with kerosene, and they are very black.

Ordinary people are poisoned, and it takes three or four days to detoxify. How did you pull out the poison so quickly? Old man Wang pinched my arm and then my shoulder: It's kind of interesting. Could it be that you have a special constitution?

This old man has a life-saving grace for me, and I see that he is quite kind, so I said proudly: Xie Ling once promised to take me as an apprentice, and he is a person whose eyes are above the top. It's just that I am extremely favored, and my body is not ordinary.

Old man Wang looked at me with a deep look in his eyes. I suddenly regretted that many evil people had coveted my flesh, and this old man would not have any ideas.

He picked up another handful of glutinous rice from the basin and pasted it heavily on my shoulder, and after a few minutes, he cleaned up the glutinous rice, looked at my shoulder and sighed: Your body in the afterlife is indeed a little interesting, the yin poison is actually all drained away, I really underestimate you.

I took out the leather notebook I was carrying: Uncle Wang, I found something in the water tower, you can see if it is useful.

Old man Wang took the notebook, and I referred to the sketch above to explain the matter of incense ash in detail. Old man Wang looked at the notebook thoughtfully, he went to the bottom of the desk and took out a piece of straw paper, and took a ballpoint pen, compass and measuring ruler. I put on my clothes and stood by and watched.

Old man Wang drew a neat circle on the paper with a compass, and then marked the position of the incense ash on the circle according to the record of my cǎo diagram.

He did not simply scribble on this mark, but carefully measured the distance and angle with a measuring ruler, and finally marked five positions on the circle.

He picked up the piece of paper and held the left and right corners of the paper, looking at it intently.

When Lin Faguang introduced this old man, he once said that he was an old-timer, and the old man Chong Wang saved me just now, and it can be seen that he is indeed not a mortal. This is a man with a story, and he may be able to see the clues.

Old man Wang looked at it for a while, put down the paper, and circled around the room with his hands behind his back. Meditate as you go. I didn't dare to disturb him.

Old man Wang stopped, turned his head to look at me, and said word by word: Housheng, do you have the guts?

I was stunned by him, winked and said: What do you mean by being old.

Old man Wang said: I suspect that the soul of the college student who died tragically is still stuck in the place of death, that is, on that tree. I want to make a trick!

I was terrified, and when the old man said that he was going to summon ghosts, his wrinkled face looked extremely gloomy, and his eyes were shining.

Later life, have you ever heard of Ubon Ji? Old man Wang asked.

Wu Pen Kee is a traditional Peking Opera repertoire, I haven't seen it, but I have a general understanding of the story inside. Someone died tragically, and the bones were refined into a black basin, and as a result, the yin spirit on the black basin shouted injustice, and Bao Gong enforced the law impartially, and the unjust case was revealed. I understand the meaning of Old Man Wang's question, if the ghost of the dead college student is still there, Old Man Wang has a way to summon ghosts to come, and when he asks what is going on, the case will naturally be revealed to the world.

This method is a bit strange and confusing, and it goes against the common way of solving the case, but it is not impossible to try. In Hong Kong, Taiwan and even Southeast Asia and other places, after there is an unjust case, the first thing the sufferer thinks of is not to report the case, but to invite the divine media to watch the shadow or the ghost, which is simple and direct, but it is also clear.

Old man Wang saw that I understood, and he didn't explain much, he picked up the circular pattern marking the incense ash and said: The clue you found is very important, someone once set up a magic circle in the water tower.

What kind of circle is this? I asked.

Old man Wang groaned slightly: It looks like a strange enchantment, forming a imprisoned heaven and earth in the water tower, which is used to seal the yin soul.

I gasped: Who did this? What kind of Yin Soul to seal? Is it the dead college student?

Old man Wang shook his head: I don't know. Young man, I see that your bones are strange, a little interesting, and you are not afraid of yin and poison. Let's work together, if we can really summon that college student's ghost, we may be able to solve the mystery inside. I just don't know if you have the guts.

When to do it? I asked.

Naturally, the sooner the better, right now. Old man Wang looked at me with blazing eyes.

I made up my mind and nodded in agreement: OK! If I can really save the bell, I'll take the risk.

Old man Wang asked me to sit for a while, and when he reached the second floor, he came down with a large box on his shoulder, which contained tools for the practice. We had a quick bite to eat before we set off. There was also half a roast chicken left over from the old man's meal, and he persuaded me to drink a cup of wine, saying that it could ward off the cold in the cold.

With the heat in our stomachs, we got out of the house, went to the dock to take a boat, crossed the reservoir again, and headed to the other side.

Soon we reached the shore, he tied the boat, and we walked one foot deep and one foot shallow in the direction of the water tower. At this time, the night was deep, and the moon could not be seen at night, and it was cold and cold. As I walked, the chill on my body increased, and I suddenly felt a thrill.

Old man Wang looked at me and asked me if I was cold.

Uncle Wang, I suddenly thought of a possibility, I said in a trembling voice: On the night of the accident, will he also be recruiting ghosts?

Old man Wang stopped and raised his eyebrows: What do you mean?

That's what I thought, will I also think of using the method of summoning ghosts to ask the case? Just when he was summoning ghosts, something went wrong, and something happened

Old man Wang smiled: Housheng, are you scared?

I, I'm not scared, hehe. I barely laughed twice, worse than crying.

I can't compare with the bell, Old Man Wang said: But it's okay to ensure the safety of our two masters.

I asked him why he didn't know Suzu better. Old man Wang said: Xie Ling is talented, and he worships a very powerful master, and I don't deserve to give his master Ange shoes. There are not only masters in the yang world, but also masters in the underworld.

I find it incredible: Master of the underworld?

Jieling once practiced in the Netherworld, and I only heard about this matter, the process is very secret, if you get out of danger in the future, you can ask him in detail. The master who unravels the bell in the underworld is the second uncle.

Who is the second uncle? I asked curiously.

It's black impermanence. Old man Wang said.

I could hear my throat throb and a chill run through my back. Obediently knocking, the master who unravels the bell in the underworld is actually black and impermanent.

I heard Master Lin say that only the body was left behind when the bell was untied, and the soul was lost. Is the soul not in the underworld? I muttered.

Old man Wang said: If a person dies, there may be so many places for the soul to go, one is to go to the underworld; the second is to stay in the yang world; the third is reincarnation; Fourth, they are controlled by evil magic and driven by evil people. I have discussed with Lao Lin and a few other people about the current situation of Xie Ling, his three souls and seven spirits are very likely to be controlled by evil arts, and I don't know where he is imprisoned.

Will it be dangerous for us to summon ghosts? I asked.

There will definitely be dangers, but I can promise to take it when I see it, and if the shape is not right, I will not do it.

As we spoke, we came to the side of the water tower. Old man Wang asked me to take him into the tower, and after checking a circle of incense ash marks with arrows, he told me that he was right, and that someone had set up a magic circle here to seal his soul.

When we came to the tree, the old man Wang opened the box and asked me to use a flashlight to illuminate it, and he took out a few empty plates from the box and placed them at the root of the tree, and then took out some fried fish, chicken, sliced sausages, and other things, and put them on the plates.

He took out three more wine cups and arranged them in front of the food, and poured some wine into them. Take out an incense burner shaped like a flower pot, insert three long sticks of incense into it, and light it with a lighter.

Finally, he took out a yellow cloth ribbon from the box, on which was painted with the pattern of gossip in cinnabar, and handed it to me: wrap it around my head.

I smiled bitterly when I saw it: Wrapped around my head is not filial piety? I am not related to this dead man by blood, is it necessary to wear linen and filial piety for him?

Old man Wang glared at me: The filial piety belt is white, this is the yellow Dharma belt! When you summon ghosts in a while, I will let the dead ghost Yin Spirit come to your body.

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