The way to ask rice is also simple. Pang Guang set up a long table in the room where the two of us slept, and then prepared three bowls of rice, arranged them in a zigzag pattern, and placed them in front of the long table.

Three pillars of incense are inserted in each rice bowl, and in the past, there was a special rice woman to do this question. It has always been rumored that this rice is a crooked magic, but in fact, this rice asking is an authentic traditional magic of Maoshan Gate.

It must have been many years ago, before entering the new society, and every village would have a Mi Po or a goddess. Someone died in someone's family, died in a hurry, and didn't leave a word, or whose family's inheritance was unevenly distributed.

At that time, these villagers will ask the village Mi Po to come out and summon the spirits of their deceased from the underworld. The soul of the deceased will be attached to Mi Po's body, and through Mi Po's mouth, he will communicate with his family Yin and Yang.

Pang Guang instructed me.

"Yuyang, I'll call those dead ghosts out in turn in a while. You just ask them questions. However, it is important to note that each person can only ask a maximum of three questions before sending them back.

Otherwise, these little ghosts will be nostalgic for the yang world, and they will probably occupy my body and not go back! ”

I nodded calmly, dealing with a few little ghosts, I don't have a problem. As long as they obediently answer my questions, I will give them more paper money and ingots, so that they can live a rich and sufficient life in the underworld. If any imp dares to make a moth in front of my eyes, I will directly slap them until their souls are scattered.

Pang Guang naturally trusts me very much. He sat cross-legged on the edge of the kang, his eyes closed, and the words in his mouth.

"Heavenly spirit, earth spirit, Lord Hades will soon manifest the spirit. The people in the yang world died in the netherworld, and the karma of the previous life was not paid off. Send you a handful of rice today, and the Yellow River is flowing backwards............ Please Wen Zhengru, born on the second day of the third month of the year of Bingzi, suddenly on the 26th day of May in the year of Chenwu, Wen Zhengru hurry up on me, hurry up on me! ”

After Pang Guang said these words, his whole body began to tremble involuntarily, and he saw that his eyes were closed, his nostrils were dilated, and his cheeks were trembling, so he stopped speaking.

After a while, Pang Guang let out a long sigh.

"Uh......"

I saw that the situation was a little abnormal, and I looked at stretching my neck and asking Pang Guang.

"Old Man Wen, is that you?" At this time, Wen Zhengru's soul should have been summoned.

"Uh......" Pang Guang let out a strange cry in his throat.

"Old Man Wen? Can you tell me about the Huanghuali bookshelf? I asked tentatively again. Doesn't it mean that a ghost can only ask him three questions? If Wen Zhengru hadn't answered, wouldn't our efforts have been in vain today!

"Uh......" Pang Guang screamed again.

What the hell is going on? Did Pang Guang summon Wen Zhengru's soul, or did he recruit a duck spirit?

I deliberately lengthened my voice and yelled at Pang Guang's ear almost at zero distance. Wen ...... Old...... Father...... Child...... Book...... Frame...... Yes...... Evil...... Spirit...... You...... Can ......"

Before I finished speaking, Pang Guang stared at me directly, and he raised his big hand and slapped me in the face.

"Stinky boy, stay away from me, your ears almost deaf you! Uh......"

This voice is obviously Pang Guang himself.

"Uncle Pang, what are you doing? Aren't you a conjuring? ”

Pang Guang immediately patted his chest with his big palm.

"I didn't swallow a mouthful of spit just now, I was out of breath, and I hiccuped!"

"Then, didn't you ask Mi to summon spirits? What about the ghosts that have been recruited? ”

Pang Guang squinted his eyelids, also puzzled.

"That Wen Zhengru's soul can't seem to be recruited! It's either that this old boy has been reincarnated, or he doesn't have a soul at all! ”

"Reincarnation, it's unlikely!" I asked, confused.

"People have yang longevity and yin longevity. Yang life is short and yin life is long, and people have to stay up for at least dozens or even more years after death before they can be reincarnated.

Uncle Pang, you just said that he doesn't have a ghost at all, what's going on? ”

Pang Guang sighed.

"Could it be that the old man's soul was killed by some evil spirit? In this society now, there are murderers, and there are naturally ghosts.

It is estimated that the old boy is unlucky, and his soul is either scattered by the people in the Daomen, or it is devoured by fierce ghosts, and it is estimated that his soul is scattered! ”

Hearing Pang Guang's explanation, Wen Zhengru was really unlucky. When you are alive, you don't have to die, and when you die, you die completely, and you are even deprived of the qualification to be reincarnated!

"Then why don't we just summon the next ghost!"

I propose.

"What's that writer's name? Liang Maoquan, he died quite unjustly. Let's call Liang Maoquan up first and let me ask him three questions! ”

Pang Guang had no choice but to nod, first took a sip of cold water, cleared his throat, and then recited his godly mantra again.

"The heavenly spirit, the earth spirit, the lord of Hades will soon manifest his spirit, the people in the yang world have died in the netherworld, and the karma of the previous life has not been paid off. Send you a handful of rice today, and the Yellow River is flowing backwards............ Liang Maoquan hurry up on me, hurry up on me! ”

Immediately, there was a great silence in the air.

I sat in a wheelchair, guarding my side, and my body kept leaning forward, leaning forward, until my face was almost pressed against Pang Guang's face.

The old guy was panting, and the smell of the leek-stuffed dumplings he ate at noon had fully penetrated my nostrils.

But...... Pang Guang still didn't seem to react......

"Has the spirit come up?" I asked tentatively in a whisper.

Pang Guangmeng opened his one eye.

"my, come up with a fart! Liang Maoquan can't fix it either! ”

I was a little skeptical of Pang Guang's abilities.

"Uncle Pang, you don't fool me! Would you really ask rice? ”

"Cut! It's such a piece of cake, it's not worth mentioning. There are three prohibitions for asking rice, not asking about people with no name or surname, not asking about people who have died in vain, and not asking about people who have not avenged their revenge.

But Lao Tzu is the kind of ghost who was killed in red clothes, and I dare to ask Mi to invite her up! Do you still dare to question Lao Tzu? ”

Pang Guang is sloppy, sloppy, and has a bad temper. But he didn't speak big yet, and he never bragged about himself in front of me.

I believe Pang Guang will really ask Mi. However, why are the souls of Wen Zhengru and Liang Maoquan all gone! Where did their souls go? Is it reincarnation, or is it gone?

Pang Guang stretched out his hand, grabbed another handful of glutinous rice in his hand, and then sprinkled it on the table, and continued to close his eyes and chant mantras to summon ghosts.

This time, he's going to recruit the soul of that lawyer.

……