To be honest, over the years, I have experienced some things and things that are not known to ordinary people, but I have never known how to explain ghosts.

Similarly, the so-called Gu, the so-called supernatural, the so-called head lowering, the so-called zombie, the so-called feng shui, the so-called yin house and yang house...... I can't explain all of this to you in principle.

However, I also can't convince myself that they don't exist.

Some people say that ghosts have a magnetic field of memory, and the relationship between ghosts and bodies is like the relationship between electromagnetic waves and walkie-talkies, which are interdependent. This statement is interesting, and it seems that there seems to be some scientific basis for it. My personal opinion is to agree with part of the argument in "The Twelve Methods of Suppressing the Mountains", that is, people are born with souls, and after death, the soul will return to the place where it should go.

This place is called the Youdu (the names of various places are different, so I will not repeat them here).

Few people know the situation in the secluded capital of the Lu Dao, and the people who know the Lu Dao have no trace left in this world. There are people who fake their deaths and return to the world, saying that they are circling in a dark room, a gate, full of light, stepping into the secluded capital, a small door, black, and returning to the world. Of course, I haven't experienced any of this, but I can say with certainty that at least it won't be like hell in Buddhism, a big prison with suffering and punishment.

In my opinion, Buddhism preaches the elimination of personal desires, patience and obedience, and renunciation of resistance, which is very much in line with the needs of the ruling class, and the discourse on hell is probably also intended to frighten the suffering creatures in the human world - look, compared to the life of hell, you are barely good now, and you should be satisfied. Although I agree with most of the Buddhist sayings, such as exhorting people to be good, such as the cycle of cause and effect, such as quieting the mind...... There are also many Buddhist excerpts in the Twelve Methods, and most of my methods are also Buddhist mantras, but I have always begged to agree with the point of "destroying people's desires".

History has proved that desire is the greatest driving force for the progress of human civilization.

Later, when I read Mr. Liu Xinci's science fiction work "The Three-Body Problem" series, I was amazed by the grandeur of the universe depicted in his works, and at the same time connected with my experience, I wondered if ghosts and other spiritual objects are not in the same dimension as our real world, but they intersect with each other, so there will be so many unsolved mysteries in history, and there will be many miracles of religious propaganda, and there will be ...... What do I see?

Of course, I am not a Taoist theorist, nor am I a religious propagator, I am just an ordinary sideshower, not known to the world, and what I do is basically some specific and minor hard work. It's not my turn to worry about things like making a name for yourself, writing books, and interpreting the origin of all things in the universe.

I'm just a little Gu cultivator from Miao Jiang who stumbled all the way.

Of course, I raised ghosts again.

********

After many twists and turns, when I came to Wu Gang's ward, it was already past eleven o'clock at night.

His father knew that I was coming, so he sent someone to pick me up at the station. He was housed in a separate ward, apparently thanks to the fact that he had a father in a leadership position. The lights in the corridor were a little dim, so I glanced at the hospital bed through the door, and then asked Wu Gang's father, who was accompanying me, if he still had nightmares? His father said to do it, from time to time, basically once every three or two days. How's that, can you see something?

I nodded and asked the doctor what he said about the condition.

Wu Gang's brother, a 24-4-year-old young man with glasses, said that the doctor determined that it was viral atypical pneumonia and was now in isolation and ready to be transferred to the hospital for treatment. SARS – the name struck me as it sounded, and in 2003, it was an invitation to the Grim Reaper. I smiled and said to Wu Gang's father, can I talk to Wu Gang alone? He said that he had to ask the doctor's opinion on this, saying that it was possible to be contagious.

I laughed and didn't speak.

Wu Gang and his brother went to find a doctor, a middle-aged male doctor with a pale face, goldfish eyes, squinting at me, saying yes, but you have to wear protective clothing and a mask. I said stop, how can you communicate with these things? After saying that, I ignored them, pushed the door of the ward open, and walked in, leaving a bunch of people outside the door panicked - I am young, and if I want to confirm my authority, I must show some skills.

For example, dare not wear protective clothing.

Wu Gang didn't sleep, he reclined on the bed and looked at me, smiled bitterly, and said it's coming.

I moved a stool, sat down in front of him, tucked the quilt for him, and asked him how he was. He said that it was okay, but he had been dreaming a lot lately, and he had a high fever and talked nonsense. I said, listen to Lao Ma, you dreamed of Hu Youran, right? He stared up at the ceiling, stopped talking, fell silent. I touched my nose and said with a smile This little beard is really persistent, who can blame it? Blame us? Or do you blame the dwarf mule...... Wu Gang spoke, he said that he regretted it, he should have taken Xiaohu's body out of the cave in the first place, so that he would not be separated.

He said that I was in a coma in the hospital after I came out, and I didn't know what happened to Xiaohu when I went back later, my stomach was almost hollowed out, and my internal organs were all worms, maggots with white flowers, and there were also corpses with black carapaces.

I was silent for a while, and said "Soldiers, isn't that what it is?"

Wu Gang's lips trembled, and he said that Xiaohu was still a child.

Neither of us spoke, indeed, a warrior like the dead Hu Youran, nineteen years old, and most of his peers were still children, enjoying the warmth of their parents' wings. However, since I enlisted in the army and became a soldier, I have a heavy responsibility on my shoulders. I've never been in the military, but I can understand how I feel. This atmosphere lasted for more than ten minutes, and I asked, are you sure that Xiaohu's ghost is pestering? If I look for it, let it go, lest I wander the world and be wiped out by accident.

Wu Gang nodded and said send it away.

Here is a point, everyone in the world is cloudy: subduing demons, eliminating demons and catching ghosts. The first two are ignored here, just ghosts. There are different opinions on the definition of ghosts, and I have mentioned some of them before, so I will not list them for the time being, but I will only mention how to eliminate ghosts that are entangled with the living. Why do we talk about ghost hunting? First of all, the ghost is an erratic thing, and its existence cannot be determined, and it can only be prevented, and the root cannot be broken. Therefore, to catch it is like solving a case, following the clues, finding the key to the matter after the most lucrative time, and if you solve it, everything will be peaceful. There are many ways to eliminate ghosts, but in summary, they can be roughly divided into three types: persuasion, sending away, and suppression.

It is easy to understand the persuasion, usually mortals who have no ability will, that is, when they feel haunted by ghosts, they scold, nag, or threaten, explain the interests and disadvantages, explain the reason, and let the ghosts not be entangled. People of the older generation have done this kind of thing, for example, my mother was sick when I was a child, and she nagged and said don't come and pester my cubs, get out of the way, or I'll call my mother to catch you...... Most of the ghosts are timid, but there are also kind-hearted ones, who listen to persuasion, and naturally they won't get haunted if they talk too much, and they will find another place to go.

This method is very popular, universal trial, but if you encounter a ghost, it will not work, it will entangle you, and it will bite to death, then there is no way, so you have to find a professional.

Professionals generally choose the latter two, the first is to practice chanting mantras, overtake the ghost, and send it to the place where it should go. The second type is more extreme, suitable for the kind of ghosts and evil things that are fierce and vicious, and the resentment is extremely strong, directly scattering his remnant soul, disappearing, and never existing anywhere again.

I said you sleep, I have my own preparations, when Xiaohu comes to you, I will get him out and persuade him to send him away.

Wu Gang coughed and closed his eyes, and I saw that there were tear stains on his eyes, his face was pale and thin, and there was a blue-black mist on the Yin Hall. I heard Ma Haibo say that Hu Youran is a soldier led by Wu Gang, a grassroots company, and he pays attention to the family of officers and soldiers, and the brotherhood of comrades-in-arms for two years, presumably he is both guilty and helpless in the face of the torture of Hu Youran's ghost. I walked out of the door of the ward, looked at the doctors and nurses who were like enemies to me and Wu Gang's family, and told Wu Gang and his father to prepare some sacrifices and paper money.

He asked, what was a sacrifice? I said whole chicken, whole fish, half a lump of fatty pork, and a cup of tea.

Wu Gang's father immediately called his second son to do it, and then asked me what was going on?

I dispersed the doctors and nurses around me, leaving only Wu Gang's father, mother, and siblings, and talked about the events of the previous year. These are what they also know, and they said that the little soldier died a miserable death, so he was a little resentful, thinking that Wu Gang didn't take him out of the cave, and even the corpse was ruined by the insects, so he wrapped up it, nothing to do, I'll send him as soon as I send him. Also, when Wu Gang came home, did he bring anything, bloody clothes or anything else......

His father shook his head and said no, but his mother remembered that Xiao Gang often sighed at a group photo.

I said go back and burn it, the living don't always live in the memories of the past, the more thoughts arise, the more unpeaceful the ghost will be.

About fifty minutes later, Wu Gang and his brother came back, panting, saying that it was too late, everything was not ready, there was no whole fish, and he begged grandpa to tell grandma to get four whole crabs, which were hairy crabs in Yangcheng Lake, and the others were fine. I said yes, I don't want this hairy crab, the crustacean food is terrible, I don't like it, so leave it to me for supper.

After a day of traveling, I was starving.

Borrowing a table, I put the offerings on it, and then took out the usual sandalwood and red candles from my backpack and lit them, and the smoke curled with a quiet incense. I'm not in a hurry, I first wiped out the plate of hairy crabs, took it away, put it in the corner, wiped my hands clean and began to chant the conjuring spell. While I was reading, I communicated with the Golden Silkworm Gu. When I first learned, my ability was not obvious, and I didn't work from time to time, and if I really wanted to give power, I still had to rely on the spiritual power amplifier of the Golden Silkworm Gu in the end.

This mantra is actually the basic skill of the "altar dipping" section of the twelve methods, and I am familiar with reciting it in my hometown.

The head of the society ordered Yang Lei Jun, the fractal five earth gods,

The drums of the horses should be heard, and the true qi will descend into my body,

Where the residence is called, the sound of the hundred miles is heard.

The lights in the ward were turned off, the people outside the door retreated more than ten meters, the yellow candle flame was shining, the green smoke was curling, I recited the incantation for a while, felt the yin wind blowing, turned to look at Wu Gang's twisted and painful face, I took out the red thread, quickly tied his wrists and ankle bones, and then lit a yellow talisman, and sighed softly: "Brother Hu Youran, you are finally here......"

The Golden Silkworm Gu suddenly appeared, lingering in mid-air.

At the position where Wu Gang's forehead was connected to his hairline, a black mark appeared, which slowly condensed and changed, and finally formed a face the size of a fingernail. It has a nose and eyes, and it is a human face, which is vivid. The eye was a hole the size of a needle's eye, looking at me wordlessly.

When he was a child, the yin wind was full of compassion and hatred.