"I've been offering to this Jizo King Bodhisattva for many years, but my house is still haunted, and it doesn't seem to be of any use?"

"I heard that the King of the Earth Bodhisattva is from the underworld, is it that the yin qi is relatively large?"

Zong Qiqi asked a series of questions.

I reluctantly explained: "The gods in the heavens and on the earth, each with its own duties, each has its own believers, and the king of Jizo is not responsible for driving away evil spirits, but the lord of the town, and then you have to invite him to the altar, the purpose is to calm the house and let you not be harmed." ”

"If you are afraid of ghosts, you will either worship Sanqing, or worship the White Crane Boy, or worship the orthodox fierce gods, but there is a shortcoming, if the merit is not enough, these orthodox gods will not necessarily pay attention to you."

"There's a saying for that."

Hearing my explanation, Zong Qiqi suddenly realized, gave me a thumbs up, and said with a look of adoration: "I didn't expect this little prince of stockings to be genuine!" ”

"Come on, master, look, the people in my live broadcast room are praising you!"

said, regardless of whether I agreed or not, I brought the mobile phone on the side to the camera, so that I could see the barrage in the live broadcast room.

"Awesome, 666!"

"It's the first time you've heard this kind of knowledge, bragging, right?"

"It's full of dry goods!"

"Master of the little prince of stockings, can you help my family see feng shui?"

"It seems that today's live broadcast content is very exciting, is there any high energy?"

"Why do I look so unserious? How can anyone put stockings on their heads? Isn't this perverted? ”

"Robbing a bank, buddy?"

I just glanced at it in a hurry, didn't pay attention to it, and said to Zong Qiqi: "Do what I say, don't waste time." ”

"Okay."

Zong Qiqi didn't seem to be scared at all, packed up his things in the camera, and according to what I said, put the Jizo King Bodhisattva on it.

Generally speaking, if you want to invite the gods to sit on the altar, there are many processes to be carried out, but that is only for the gods who have just been invited, for example, if you are worried that you are not capable enough to open the altar, you want to temporarily invite the gods to sit in the town, and you have to pay tribute to the corresponding incense and merits, which is inconvenient to talk about here.

However, the National Teacher's Mansion is an exception, although there are also gods to be worshipped, but they do not need merit incense, and they are not believers, more like employment.

On the other hand, Zong Qiqi, a god who has been worshiped at home for a long time, is fed with merit incense and everything, and generally only needs to sacrifice a little qi and blood to bring corresponding protection.

Step by step, I taught Zong Qiqi to open the altar, invite the Buddha to take a seat, chant and worship according to the rules of King Jizo Bodhisattva, and lit incense.

"By the way, master, do you want to take off my robe? Didn't you say that the two superpositions of Buddhism and Taoism would weaken? ”

Zong Qiqi suddenly asked ignorantly.

I looked at the long legs of the white flowers, and thought to myself that my Buddha is compassionate, this robe is really unlucky, so I said solemnly: "You don't have to do this, just wear it!" ”

Zong Qiqi nodded and said, "Okay master." ”

I glanced at the live room.

"Master, you have won my heart."

"Master, well done!"

"What a role model for my generation!"

"Good brother, that's so right."

A bunch of old Sebi.

I shook my head, then looked at Zong Qiqi and said, "Now you can tell me what happened, just go by." ”

Zong Qiqi told the story:

"I took leave to go home two days ago, but as soon as I entered the door, I found that there were several dead roosters in the house, all of which were shaved clean and covered with some strange words."

"I thought someone was playing a prank, so I threw them away, and I didn't take it seriously at the time."

"Then last night, when I was washing at home, I found a lot of black footprints on the ground, and there was a strange smell in the bathroom, which made me feel cold."

"The most bizarre thing for me was that when I went into my room to sleep, I found a pair of white feet under the crack in the door."

"You saw that picture, right?"

I nodded, and in the information interface, I did see that this should have been taken by Zong Qiqi himself with his mobile phone.

"After the shooting, I hid under the covers and shivered, and I didn't dare to look outside."

"It didn't take long for me to fall asleep, only to dream that I was suffocated, I couldn't breathe at all, and I couldn't get up no matter how hard I struggled."

"In my dream, I saw someone pinching my neck, and the nails of that thing were very sharp, but I couldn't see clearly."

"After about half a minute, I woke up directly, touched my neck, and found that it was full of blood stains made from my fingernails!"

"Oh, master, look, I still have marks on my neck!"

Zong Qiqi pulled open his collar and showed me a look.

On the neck, there are indeed obvious scars, and there is even some kind of finger print, slender and slender, as if it has been scratched by something.

My brows immediately furrowed: "In addition to these, what else?" ”

Zong Qiqi thought about it again, as if he remembered something, and pointed to the top of the building and said:

"Yes, yes, when I woke up this morning, I heard the sound of marbles upstairs, like someone was stepping on the floor, one after the other, bang bang, it was scary."

"I checked it on Baidu, and said that this marble sound is purely auditory hallucinations or the sound of tiles."

"Not at all."

"But I don't think it's right."

"Master of the little prince of stockings, am I haunted?"

I pondered for a moment and said bluntly: "You first inhaled yin qi, and then you were pressed by the ghost, these two points are strange. ”

"Then you will do as I said, and light a candle in each of the four corners of the room."

"Candles? I'll look for it. Zong Qiqi rummaged through the drawers in the living room and quickly took out a few white candles.

"Master, are you okay?"

"Okay."

She hurriedly lit it and placed it in the corner.

"The windows are closed, right?"

"It's off."

I nodded, asked her to sit on the couch, not think about anything, and silently recite the mantra I taught, and she was very obedient and did it one by one.

This method is called "Hui Yin" in the industry, also known as "Four Corners Ghost Hunting Method", and its main function is to check the source of Yin Qi, which is very simple and practical.

I'm going to find out what trouble Zong Qiqi is in here.

Haunted by ghosts?

Or is there a geist looking for a replacement for the dead?

Or was it a curse?

Just a "haunted" is inexplicable.

Although I don't have those Duangong masters and barefoot Taoist priests in this regard, I still understand the basics, and as long as the root cause is identified, it will not be difficult to solve the problem.

It took about a minute or two.

"Master, are you alright? I was a little scared. ”

Zong Qiqi's voice came.

I didn't speak, but looked at the candles in the room, the light of which kept flickering, and it was clear that there was a dark wind around me, which confirmed my first thought.