On the way to Xiang Xingwen's house while driving, Uncle Ding comforted Xiang Xingwen, who had a bad look on his face, and told him not to worry anymore. He had personally seen the Chujiu brothers catching ghosts.
Xiang Xingwen's old house is a small courtyard with conventional design. When you enter the courtyard, you will see the main house directly opposite. Chujiu stood at the door of the west room and motioned to Xiang Xingwen with his eyes.
Xiang Xingwen opened the door to the west room and turned on the light. Directly on the west altar stood a half-foot-tall brass jar with some cloud patterns carved on it.
On the ninth day of the lunar month, I saw Xiang Xingwen taking three sticks of incense and preparing to light them respectfully.
"Boss Xiang, what are you going to do?"
"The Taoist Master said that one should have awe of the Immortal Family."
"Oh, I'll do it then!"
Chu Jiu snatched three incense sticks from Xiang Xingwen's hand and did not light them. He just threw the three incense sticks and inserted them firmly into the incense burner.
"What? Do you want me to give you some? Can you bear it?"
Chujiu sounded like a superior and said to the copper pot on the altar.
Only then did I see clearly that the three sticks of incense in the incense burner were taller in the middle, and the two sticks on both sides were about the same length, slightly shorter than the middle.
"Huh? Are you pretending to be dead? Why don't you come out to see me?"
Chu Jiu seemed a little unhappy and stamped his right foot on the ground. I seemed to see a stream of green smoke coming from the copper can.
"That's pretty much it! By the way, do you want to see it?"
Chujiu turned around and looked at everyone. It was obvious that the second half of the sentence was meant for the three of us.
Xiang Xingwen shook his head with some fear. Uncle Ding did not express his position, but there was some excitement in his eyes.
Seeing this, Chujiu made a gesture and said:
"The laws of heaven are pure, the laws of earth are spiritual, the essence of yin and yang is combined, the spirit of water appears, the aura is captured by water, reaching the sky and the earth, the law is followed, the mirror of yin and yang, the true form appears quickly, the true form appears quickly, I entrust San Mao Zhenjun as a law! Urgent!
Just like the law!"
"Ah? Isn't this? Isn't it the old god in the dream?" Xiang Xingwen pointed at the old bearded old man standing respectfully next to the altar and stammered.
Uncle Ding also had a look of disbelief on his face, looking nervously at the old man with the white beard.
"If you were like yourself, why would you want to imitate the gods? Not all gods are like this!"
Chujiu glared at the old man with the white beard, and then the old man with the beard transformed and appeared with a green-toothed face.
"Ah!" Xiang Xingwen was so frightened that he took a step back. It seemed that he was deeply troubled by this look.
A cluster of sparks appeared with a "pop", just like a blacksmith's hammer falling on red-hot iron ore.
Chujiu lowered his palm and clapped his hands. Uncle Ding and Xiang Xingwen's expressions were completely petrified. They were stunned for a long time before they returned to normal. The three of us only saw Chujiu raise his palm and slap it towards the green-faced fangs.
The image of a green-faced and fanged evil ghost transformed again into an old farmer wearing a black double-breasted old cloth coat.
The old farmer lowered his head and stood next to Chujiu shivering.
"Now, I tell you to listen. If you can do it, nod your head. If you can't, just shake your head."
Chujiu stared at the old farmer in front of him and pointed at Xiang Xingwen who was standing near the door.
"Is this person someone from your ancestors who has a problem with you?"
The ghost in the image of an old farmer did not move for a while. When he saw Chujiu turning his head to look at him, he nodded quickly.
With a "pop" sound, the old farmer is obviously a solid shadow in our eyes, but Chujiu's palm can make a sound on him.
"Huh? After this slap, you didn't lose your soul? You have to use more strength next time! Nodding and shaking your head doesn't help, so why reincarnate? It would be better if you dispersed."
Chujiu lowered his head, looked at his palms, and spoke softly, as if talking to himself.
The old farmer next to him obviously became less solid after receiving this slap. Looking at Chujiu, his fear became even more obvious.
Uncle Ding touched me with his elbow and asked in a low voice: "Can ghosts tremble?"
I looked at the shadow of the old farmer with his legs shaking crazily, and felt surprised again and again in my heart.
In Deng Deyou's house before, I did see Chujiu beat up the old ghost. I remember that at that time Chujiu held a piece of talisman in his palm and silently recited a spell in his mouth. Moreover, the old ghost who had been beaten for a long time had no feelings for Chujiu.
The level of fear that Jiu showed was far less terrifying than what he saw today.
I am definitely sure that during Chujiu’s trip to Anhui, his skills have definitely improved by leaps and bounds. He just seems to have become a bit violent. However, I feel that he is very happy like this.
I smiled and didn't answer Uncle Ding. I just looked at him and told him to look at me.
In fact, I just really don't know whether ghosts can feel fear like humans. The remnant ghosts I encountered in the past seemed to have no emotions and acted completely on instinct.
"Do you have a deep grudge?" Chujiu had just finished asking, and the ghost in the image of an old farmer shook his head violently. He was afraid that if it was a little late, he would be beaten away by the young man in front of him.
"Go back to wherever you came from! His twenty years of life..."
We didn't hear what Chujiu said later, but we saw Chujiu's lips moving slightly, and the ghost in the image of an old farmer nodded constantly.
Then, the ghost of the old farmer floated into the metal jar, and the jar floated out of the door on its own.
"Sneeze!" Following the sound of Chujiu sneezing, there was a "ding-dong" sound, and the copper can floating in the air fell to the ground, shaking a little.
"As for that? You're so scared, haha." Chujiu shook his head and said to Xiang Xingwen, "I told you that trivial matters are simple, do you think you still don't believe me?"
Xiang Xingwen was confused for a long time, is this solved? Before, he was cowardly and had all the good words to say, so he invited the temple abbot and Taoist priests. They finally came and performed a ritual ceremony in a decent manner. This young man solved it with two slaps?
Antique City, Uncle Ding's office, Uncle Ding made tea, and I sat on the sofa drinking tea. Chujiu was like a curious baby, looking at this and that, and finally turned over a few pieces of jade the size of copper coins.
, said it was a good thing.
Uncle Ding choked and almost spit out the tea in his mouth.
"What kind of good thing is this? Do you really think I don't know anything about it, Uncle Ding? Isn't it just useless jade? Anyone who knows a little bit about it wouldn't even look at it twice."
What Chujiu was holding in his hand was indeed a few pieces of scrap jade. However, these pieces of scrap jade were not like what ordinary people call scrap jade. Most of what ordinary people call scrap jade is jade leftovers, which can be carved into some after processing.
Small items, such as safety buckles, gems inlaid in rings, etc.
These pieces of scrap jade can no longer be called jade. Even I can tell that this is the outermost layer of stone in the jade mine. It is just a little more colorful than ordinary stones.
"Just because it's not valuable in your eyes, doesn't mean it's not valuable in my eyes. Such a stone can carry Taoism better and is stronger and more durable than the jade you mentioned."