Lao Jiang's cousin's house is on the eastern slope of the county, not far from my uncle's house, they are all self-built houses, and they are also wooden structures - even today in 2013, there are still many self-built houses with wooden structures in Jinping County, one of which is that the land is close to the forest area, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, and the cost is cheap, and the second is that the atmosphere is so, and there are many mountains in the county, and it is convenient to build wooden houses.

Walking up the hill along the stone path, I followed Lao Jiang to his cousin's house.

When I knocked on the door, it was the old house, the floor creaking and creaking, and from upstairs there were suppressed cries one after another. Because I had called before, Lao Jiang's aunt and his mother were waiting in the hall, and there were a few relatives and friends watching the excitement next to them. Lao Jiang and I have played together since I was a child, and my mother naturally knows me, greets me warmly, and all kinds of good words are handed over together and filled in my ear sockets.

Compared with Lao Jiang's fucking enthusiasm, Lao Jiang's cousin is a little wooden, I don't know if it's because I'm too young, or if there are too many things in the family, which causes my brain to mess up, rubbing my hands, I don't know what Lu Dao said.

I didn't have a hard time for her, so I walked around the hall and kitchen, and casually looked at the feng shui arrangement in the house.

When I got back to the hall, I asked who was crying from upstairs.

Lao Jiang's cousin was a little annoyed, and said that he wasn't the dead old man? If he hadn't made trouble every day and asked his eldest daughter-in-law to come back with Doudou, where would this happen? It's okay now, he's going to hang the ball, not to mention, my eldest grandson will follow him, and the boss and his eldest daughter-in-law will cry every day......

Obviously, she was dizzy by this series of things, and the boredom and resentment in her heart were a basket.

I didn't have the leisure time to listen to her complaints, looking at the group of noisy people in the hall downstairs, the incense and candles burning on the shrine, illuminating the curious look on their faces more realistically, and I was a little unhappy in my heart, so I called Lao Jiang and asked him to accompany me upstairs, and the others should not follow, so as not to stain the dirty things. Hearing me say this, several mothers-in-law (called old ladies in Northeast dialect) were not happy, muttering and muttering.

Lao Jiang said, these people who watched the lively soy sauce left in a hurry, I didn't care, stepped on the creaking wooden stairs, and came to a large room on the second floor. His cousin's family was also well-off, so the room was quite well furnished, and there was a black uniform hanging on the hook behind the door.

Lao Jiang led me to the bed, called out to his cousin a few times, and the quilt was lifted from the inside, revealing a haggard face.

This is a middle-aged and elderly person with a square and serious face, and it can be seen that he is well maintained on weekdays, and there is a trace of majesty between his eyebrows, but there are many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and he often works night shifts. What caught my attention the most was his eyes, which were red and bloodshot, and the sockets were full of eye droppings, yellow and white, and two tear stains ran down his cheeks; There are many white marks on the roots of the hair, and there is also gray dandruff in the gaps.

The man on the bed called Lao Jiang's name, looked at me with some confusion, and said Who is this?

Lao Jiang introduced me to me, saying that he was a friend and a very powerful feng shui master, who specialized in helping people look at the face and collect hexagrams. His cousin didn't believe it, but when the matter came, he couldn't help but rush to the doctor, took my hand, and said that it didn't matter to him, just go to see his grandson Doudou, and he must save the child's life.

I said don't rush, take your time and get to know each other before I talk about anything else. Lao Jiang was a very discerning person, so he brought a chair and sat it down for me, and then he went out and closed the door.

After the wooden door creaked and closed, I sat up straight and began to chat with Lao Jiang and his cousin, asking about something. He stabilized his mood for a moment, looked at me with some hesitation, and then began to talk about how he had been on duty that night since an old prisoner in the prison committed suicide in June this year, and he always felt that something was wrong and uncomfortable. The general experience is not much different from what Lao Jiang told me at my house, but when it comes to his grandson's accident two days ago, there are some details that are worth my attention.

Lao Jiang's cousin said that after he hugged his grandson, the fat big fat boy seemed to have been choked by the neck, his face was blue, he didn't cry when he opened his mouth, but just stuck out his tongue, and his eyes were wide. Later, after his daughter-in-law snatched the child over, she found that Doudou had fainted, and she was so frightened that she quickly followed his eldest son to the women's and children's hospital at the foot of the slope for treatment. Although the person was temporarily saved, he was not breathing, and he was accompanied by symptoms such as fever, convulsions, crying and rolling, bending and even coma, and what made people feel terrible was that the doctor found a red mark on the child's buttocks, which was a strange and distorted symbol, a bit like the seal of someone else's calligrapher.

And his son, daughter-in-law, and all of them, clearly remember, that this mark had not existed before.

What is the disease? The hospital has no conclusion at all, some say that it is infected with the virus, and some say that it has roundworms, but two days have passed, and it is still being examined.

During the conversation, I carefully observed his face, and I talked about the face in the divination section of the Twelve Methods, and I could vaguely see a trace of black gas lingering between his eyebrows, very faint, if there was nothing.

After chatting about this, I asked Lao Jiang and his cousin to relax, close his eyes, and calm his mind. He did as he was told, and after ten minutes, he purred loudly under my gentle hypnosis. I walked over and closed the curtains, and in the midst of the snoring sound one after another, I patted the locust wood sign on my chest to summon the flowers. We set off from Dadunzi Town at more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Jiang's house, and the sun did not come out that day, so Duoduo would not feel uncomfortable.

I asked Duoduo to help me observe and see if there was anything strange about Lao Jiang's cousin.

Duoduo pouted her pink mouth and circled around the half-old man, then lifted the quilt and struggled to flip him over. The little guy lifted his wet pajamas, revealing a sweat-stained and damp back, a sour smell, she rubbed her hands with some disgust for a while, thought about it for a long time, but still decided to start acting: I saw that her little hands were already rubbing hot, and then pressed against the large intestine Yu acupoints, her fingers changed, constantly beating several acupuncture points around it, snapping, the technique was sophisticated and skillful - this was learned when I was massaged.

Duoduo, who has learned the true understanding of the ghost way, actually still has some skills.

After a while, Lao Jiang's cousin crackled and let out a dozen or so stuffy farts, which smoked the whole room to a stinky.

There was a cough outside the door, and then Lao Jiang knocked on the door and asked Ah Zuo if there was anything wrong, right?

Without looking back, I told him to stay away, and he said yes, and then there was the sound of footsteps in the hallway getting farther and farther away. Duoduo covered his nose, his face was red, and he said that it stinks, what a stinky fart...... Belch! The little girl floated far away, and at this time, the fat worm floated out of my chest, shook her head and flew to Lao Jiang's cousin's ass, and the black bean's eyes showed a eager idea.

But it didn't succeed, and stretched out a hand out of thin air, grabbed the fat worm, and ran to the side.

I didn't move away, and held my breath to take a closer look at the pale red pattern that appeared on Lao Jiang's cousin's back.

This is a very vague figure, if it weren't for the flowers, it would be really difficult for me to find: it is not big, the child's palm is wide, the lines are outlined, it seems that a person is sitting; It's not human, like an arhat or a bodhisattva in Buddhism, or whatever; Because the lines were blurry, I couldn't see anything clearly, but the head of the arhat was ghosted, overlapping each other, and I looked at the eyes with the condensed lines, and there was a bloodthirsty and evil feeling spreading in it.

I looked at the pattern carefully, and after more than ten minutes, it loomed into the flesh and disappeared.

With such a appearance, it seems that this is not an ordinary collision or a ghost. Everything has a cause and effect, and if I can't find the cause in it, I can't forcibly erase this mark on Lao Jiang's cousin - other masters may be able to, but I can't. Of course, looking at his appearance, there is no need to worry for a while, but now it is even more important, it is his grandson, I heard that the situation is very bad, so I need to take a look.

I woke up Lao Jiang and his cousin, and then said that I would come back in the evening, and now I would go to his grandson to have a look.

Naturally, he was willing to do everything he could, and called his wife to take us downhill to find his eldest son.

Aunt Lao Jiang took us downhill and came to the Women's and Children's Hospital, where we met her eldest son squatting in front of us smoking a cigarette butt on the ground. When he saw his mother coming, he screamed sullenly, then ignored it and smoked a cigarette on his own. Lao Jiang greeted him, and then followed him to negotiate, it could be seen that Lao Jiang's cousin was a little unhappy, and the two even quarreled, and the haggard man raised his fist and shouted: "What kind of bullshit Mr. Yin Yang, please?" Scolding the next door, my son is going to hang the ball, you guys are still coming to entertain me? ”

I saw that he was emotional, and he had to delay for a long time, so I walked over and grabbed his hand, and as soon as the golden silkworm Gu exerted its strength, he stiffened and softened. After revealing this hand, he was also suspicious and invited me to the hospital. At seven o'clock in the afternoon, I finally saw Lao Jiang's eldest nephew, Jiang Doudou, in the ward of the Women's and Children's Hospital.

When I lifted the thin quilt on this child's body, I couldn't help but be surprised: such a thick tumbling black qi was almost condensed like substance.