"Ghosts are born from the heart..." Everyone was stunned by Tan Xuan's words, and they were all silently trying to figure out the meaning of this sentence.
Qian Bo was the first to speak, looking at Tan Xuan and asking uncertainly: "Tanzi, you said that was just Grandpa Chang's imagination?"
Tan Xuan shook his head, "I didn't imagine it."
"What's going on?" Qian Bo was really confused. Tan Xuan sometimes said there was a ghost, and sometimes said there was no ghost. He couldn't understand what Tan Xuan said at all.
Tan Xuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the cold tea, and explained to them: "As the old saying goes, suspicions give birth to ghosts. In fact, not only suspicions give birth to ghosts, but also those who violate one's will. However, this kind of ghosts only appear in people who have done bad things.
Some people also call this kind of ghost a life-stealing ghost in old age people. This kind of ghost can only be seen by a guilty person. Before the guilty person dies, this kind of ghost takes the form of the person who is owed something.
, it will also disappear after the person who is guilty dies. If other ghosts are caused by people’s obsessions before death, this kind of ghost is born of people’s regret. If the regret is greater, this ghost will
The more the noise gets worse."
Tan Xuan explained very straightforwardly, and Qian Bo understood it thoroughly and asked: "Are you saying that Grandpa Chang did something bad, so that fateful ghost came to your door?"
At this point, Qian Bo couldn't talk anymore, and his expression became unnatural. He said in front of the leader that his father was not the leader. Doesn't this mean he dug a hole for himself to fall into?
, which directly added fuel to the fire, so he quickly winked at Tan Xuan.
After receiving Qian Bo's request for help, Tan Xuan laughed loudly and said loudly: "Who has never done something wrong? Do you dare to say that you are not ashamed? The old man is damned, he just has regrets in his heart. Maybe the matter is not big, but he has always been in his heart.
Regret. That’s why it is like this now.”
Chang Ju did not blame Qian Bo for talking nonsense, but hesitated for a while, and then asked Tan Xuan: "Tan...Xiao Tan, you mean that there are no ghosts in the house at all, and there will be no harm, right?"
Tan Xuan nodded, "Yes."
Qian Bo struggled to make amends with a group of horses, "Tan Zi, you have to look carefully at this, this is no joke. Neither Director Chang nor Aunt Feng regards you as an outsider, what skills do you have, use it quickly."
, be sure to adjust it correctly.”
Tan Xuan glanced at Qian Bo and knew what Qian Bo was thinking. This did not have the effect he thought. He said that there was no basis for it. He had to come up with something that could suppress them, so he stretched out his hand and said to Qian Bo.
: "Give me a cigarette."
"You still want to smoke at this time?" Qian Bo glared at Tan Xuan angrily, but still stood up and went to dig his pocket.
"Xiao Tan, do you want to smoke? I have it here." Director Chang stopped Qian Bo, took out a box of unpacked cigarettes from under the coffee table, and handed it to Tan Xuan with both hands.
Tan Xuan took the cigarette and looked at it. Sure enough, it was the leader. The cigarettes served to the guests were of high quality. Tan Xuan did not be polite to them. He opened the package and took out one without letting anyone else. He directly put it in his mouth.
"Since you are still suspicious, I will take the trouble to check again!"
As he said that, Tan Xuan took out his lighter and lit the cigarette. The lighter was ready-made. He had used it when he exposed Taoist Master Mao's trick just now and put it in his pocket. Now there was no need to ask Qian Bo for it.
Tan Xuan took a deep puff of the cigarette and smoked down most of the cigarette before stopping. He turned his wrist and placed the remaining half of the cigarette butt on the coffee table, regardless of where the ash fell.
He reached out again to pick up the tea cup that he had just taken a sip from, and blew out a thick smoke ring towards the mouth of the cup.
Then an unexpected scene appeared. The smoke ring floated to a place nearly twenty centimeters directly above the mouth of the cup and suddenly stopped. Then a smoke screen slowly fell from the smoke ring, gradually forming a gap between the smoke ring and the mouth of the cup.
White smoke column. The smoke in the smoke column is constantly flowing, but there is no leakage. It is like being covered in a lineless cup. Slowly, the smoke above and below becomes even, just like the many layers of smoke on the tea cup.
It looks like a beam of light. Not only is it beautiful, but the most important thing is that it is stunning, especially when it shines under the light, it is simply stunning.
Director Chang and the other three were all dumbfounded. Not to mention the couple, even Qian Bo, who had seen Tan Xuan use similar techniques, was completely stunned by Tan Xuan's methods. This was different from what Taoist Master Mao did behind his back.
Compared with the means, he is only a little bit stronger.
"My dear, is this magic?"
"go!"
Tan Xuan reached out and flicked it, and a trace of smoke was ejected from the smoke column. The smoke circled along the outside of the smoke column, and then spiraled directly upward until it hit the ceiling and disappeared completely.
Tan Xuan looked at the smoke column for a while. Seeing that there was no change in the smoke column, he stretched out his finger again.
"go!"
Another wisp of smoke was ejected from the smoke column. The smoke still circled along the outside of the smoke column, but this wisp of smoke was different from the previous one. It did not spiral straight up, but turned in circles and fell to the ground.
, and then immediately disappeared.
Tan Xuan kept looking at the smoke column. After a while, the cigarette butts on the coffee table had naturally extinguished. Tan Xuan stretched out his hand and the smoke column shattered into ordinary smoke and dispersed. Tan Xuan put the tea cup back on the coffee table.
"How's it going? Did you find anything?" Qian Bo asked impatiently.
Realizing that he was anxious, Qian Bo explained to Chang Bureau and his wife: "Chang Bureau, Aunt Feng, didn't you see that Tanzi used a similar method to find out the remains of the person who died in the bathtub?
My dear, I can directly see the shadow of the dead person, which almost scared me."
"Really?" Chang Ju and his wife both widened their eyes. They had seen Tan Xuan's tactic of not betraying anyone at all, and now they believed that Tan Xuan was indeed not an ordinary person.
Tan Xuan smiled slightly, "Don't listen to his nonsense. What he saw was not the soul, but the breath left by the deceased. Through that, we can infer the location of the deceased's death and the circumstances of his death."
"Then what did you see just now?" He asked in a long sentence. He didn't care about other people's affairs. He only cared about his own family affairs now. Especially after knowing that Tan Xuan was capable, he became anxious.
Tan Xuan shook his head slightly, "The Xuanjing showed no trace, and no waves appeared. I asked the heavens and the earth and found nothing strange. There is no doubt that there is no filthy thing here."
"Then the old man..."
While Director Chang was talking, a small shout suddenly came from Mr. Chang's bedroom.
"Ah, ghost!"
Tan Xuan stood up immediately after hearing the sound.
Director Chang waved his hands to Tan Xuan awkwardly, "Xiao Tan, don't be nervous. The old man woke up and must have seen the thing you mentioned again. You sit down for a while and I'll go over and take a look."
"Now that the old man is awake, let's go in and take a look."
Tan Xuan did not let Director Chang pass alone. He followed Director Chang into Mr. Chang's bedroom, and Director Chang also turned on the light in the bedroom. In the bedroom, Mr. Chang's face was facing the wall. At this time, Mr. Chang had opened his eyes.
His cloudy eyes were full of panic. When he heard someone coming in, he didn't follow the sound. He just kept trembling and shouted weakly: "Don't come over..."
Mr. Chang's voice was not loud, and his weakness was mixed with fear and pleading.
Director Chang quickly walked to the bedside, lowered his head and asked Mr. Chang in a low voice, "Dad, did you see something again?"
Mr. Chang looked at the person in front of him carefully, and nodded slightly after seeing that it was his son, "Yes, she is here again."
"Where is she?" Director Chang asked following the words.
"She..." Mr. Chang slowly moved his head and looked towards the end of the bed, "She, isn't she looking in the mirror there?"
Director Chang looked towards the end of the bed, but there was no sign of any ghost, so he looked helplessly at Tan Xuan.
Tan Xuan shook his head slightly and reminded in a low voice from behind: "Ask him if he knows the ghost, so that we can think of a solution."
Director Chang lowered his head and asked Mr. Chang: "Dad, who is she? Have I never seen her before?"
"How could you have seen her?" Mr. Chang murmured with great effort.
"Then what's her name?"
"She..." Mr. Chang shook his head, closed his eyes, and after a while, he fell asleep again.
Director Chang looked at Tan Xuan with a helpless expression, "Every time I ask him, he doesn't say anything. This time he fell asleep again."
"Let me try." Tan Xuan took the initiative to walk to the head of the bed and changed to Director Chang's position. First he stretched out his index finger and put it on Mr. Chang's neck. He paused for a few seconds and then withdrew his finger. Then he nodded and said slowly:
"It can be confirmed without a doubt that the old man has met the ghost who has his destiny."
"Then what should we do?" Director Chang looked at Tan Xuan anxiously but helplessly. "Although birth, old age, illness and death are inevitable, I don't want the old man to die like this. He suffers too much. Please think of a way.
Help him."
"If you want to solve the problem of the ghost who is holding your life, you must first know who the ghost is and what the reason is, so that you can prescribe the right medicine."
"But he didn't say it." Director Chang pressed his lips anxiously.
It could be seen that Director Chang was sincerely worried about his old man. Tan Xuan felt sad in his heart. He thought of his master, whom he depended on for life and whose whereabouts were unknown, so he did not sit idly by and said directly: "Look at me."
After saying that, Tan Xuan breathed a sigh of relief toward the index finger of his right hand, drew a few strokes on the palm of his left hand, then bent his index finger and middle finger and tapped twice on Mr. Chang's eyebrows and on the top of his head respectively, and then opened his left hand and pressed it on Mr. Chang's forehead.
He tapped the back of his left hand with his right hand, two lightly and one hard, repeatedly. When Mr. Chang shook his body, Tan Xuan directly pressed his right hand on top of his left hand and shouted loudly: "Who is it? Please tell me your name quickly."
"Li Ying!" Mr. Chang suddenly opened his mouth and said, and unlike his angry voice just now, he answered very loudly this time.
"Where do you live?"
"Stay at home...ahem..."
Mr. Chang was about to answer, but ended up coughing. Then he slowly opened his eyes, looked at the person in front of him, and asked weakly: "Who are you? What are you doing?"
Tan Xuan hurriedly removed his hands and explained with a smile: "Let me test whether you are hot or not. It's okay. If you feel sleepy, just go to sleep."
After saying that, Tan Xuan turned around and left the room.