Sure enough, as I thought, Chujiu was sitting in the car and didn't listen to me at all about the whole incident. He was excited to touch here and there, and kept clamoring that when he grew up, he would also buy a car like this and drive to
Go to the village.
When we arrived at the gate of Niu Niu's yard and were sitting in the car waiting for Uncle Ding, Chujiu turned around and looked at me: "Guo Guo, what did you just say?"
Uncle Ding got in the car and looked at the little kid next to him who was covering his head with tears in his eyes and looked like he was stunted. He felt doubtful and immediately concealed it very well. People should not be judged by their appearance. It was just in the morning.
Have seen it.
"Little brother Qin Feng, what is this?"
"My younger brother, Chujiu, is a descendant of Taoism and is also a student of Teacher Ding."
"Hello, little brother of Chujiu, hello. As expected, heroes come from young, and today's young people are all amazing."
Uncle Ding said hello to Chujiu, smiled and asked Chujiu why he was covering his head.
"The mosquito bit my bag." Chujiu lowered his head and answered in a low voice.
I originally thought that I would go to the hospital to pick up Deng Deyou first, but I didn't expect that the car would go directly north and stop at the entrance of an independent courtyard of a two-story building.
Uncle Ding took out a bunch of keys and opened the door, then dug out a key from the bunch of keys. He handed the key to me and pointed to the room on the left on the second floor.
This yard looks much larger than the yard of the Dairy Farm. However, there is no parking lot. Instead, an octagonal pavilion was built in the courtyard, with four stone chairs surrounding a stone table in the center of the pavilion.
"Uncle Ding, you and Teacher Ding sit in the pavilion and wait for a while. Let's go up and take a look first."
"Okay! Don't force it!"
Uncle Ding sat on the stone chair in the pavilion and glanced at the cow who was about to follow us upstairs. The cow curled his lips and sat on the stone chair obediently.
I went up the stairs to the second floor and opened the door to the study. In front of me was a huge bookshelf filled with all kinds of books. In front of the bookshelf was an antique mahogany desk, with pens, ink and papers on it.
The Four Treasures of the Inkstone Room. The four walls are covered with various calligraphy and paintings. The two-year-old windows are hung with dark curtains. I guess they are afraid that strong light will come in and damage the calligraphy and paintings.
Chujiu stood at the door with a resentful look on his face. He had no intention of taking the initiative to work. I waved my fist at him. Chujiu walked into the room with his mouth pursed, looked around, and sniffed.
I pointed to the paperweight on the desk. Chujiu went over to pick it up and took a look at it with a look of disdain. He took out a red candle from the cloth bag on his belt and lit it on the desk.
Just when he was about to say something to me, the flame of the candle suddenly shook and went out.
"Oh, I'll go! You all think I'm easy to bully, don't you?"
I really felt the fire rising in Chujiu's eyes. I saw Chujiu stretched out his hand, stacked his middle finger, index finger and ring finger on top of each other, made a weird posture, and said in his mouth: "The law of heaven is clear, the law of earth is spiritual,
The yin and yang combine essence, the water spirit appears, the aura water captures, reaches the sky and the earth, the Dharma is followed, the yin and yang Dharma mirror, the true form appears quickly, the true form appears quickly, I serve San Mao Zhenjun like a law! Hurry like a law and order!"
I heard that this was a mantra to open the eyes of the sky. I had recited the same mantra before on the ninth day of the school by the lake.
Looking at the desk again, I saw the shadow of an old man wearing a black short coat, sitting next to the candle, his feet dangling in the air, looking at me and Chujiu, having a great time.
Chujiu's eyes signaled me to be calm, took out a match from his pocket, and lit the candle again.
The old ghost in a black short coat turned his head to look at the flame of the candle, as if he had discovered something interesting. He moved his head towards it and blew the flame back and forth, but he refused to blow it out.
I stood not far from the desk, thinking that if this hadn't opened my eyes, just the flickering candlelight would probably scare a normal person into having a heart attack. What's more, the sun had just set, and if it was midnight,
This situation is really unspeakably terrifying.
Chujiu and I stood there without any action. Chujiu stared at the flames of the candles with a look of fear on his face. The old man in short coat became even more aggressive when he saw this, and it seemed that he was ready to blow out the flames in one breath.
The moment the old ghost in short coat blew out the candle, Chujiu punched out.
"Huh?"
Chujiu made an incredible sound of confusion. At that time, a black shadow, like an agile mouse, jumped onto the wall with a "swish" and disappeared along the wall. The moment it entered the wall, it turned around and revealed a terrifying human face.
His face was covered with wrinkles and glowing green, his completely white eyes rolled up, and a foot-long bloody tongue stuck out.
"Hey, are you going to fight me with these things that all ghosts know how to do?"
Chujiu muttered and lit the candle again. But this time, Chujiu took out a piece of yellow talisman paper and held it in the palm of his hand. He held the candle between his index finger and middle finger and ran his two fingers along the candle from bottom to top, like
Like magic, the flame of the candle appeared on Chujiu's fingers.
Chujiu's fingers were like candles, with a beam of firelight shining on his fingertips. He stared at the walls and floor of the room without blinking, and suddenly took action to throw out the flames at his fingertips.
The flames were like sharp arrows, nailed to the floor. A black shadow gradually appeared where the flames were. One foot was nailed to the floor by the flames, and he could not break free no matter what.
Chujiu walked up to the black phantom, stretched out his palm, and swiped it on the phantom's forehead. While slapping his palm, he kept talking.
"It's okay for Guo Guo to bully me, but you old ghost is also teasing me?!"
"When I wear crotchless pants, I dare to catch ghosts. Are you making fun of me?"
"If Guo Guo hits my head, I'll hit yours too!"
The black shadow in the short coat became lighter and lighter as Chujiu was slapped one after another. Finally, the black shadow knelt on the ground and kept saying something to Chujiu.
stop.
"You're doing well and won't go to the underworld, but you insist on staying in the earth to harm others. Are you going to imitate people and become evil ghosts like this?"
I couldn't hear what the black shadow was saying, but I could see him nodding his head like a garlic hammer, showing extreme fear and respect in front of Chujiu. With this style of painting, I don't know if people thought Chujiu was Chujiu.
Nine is a fierce ghost.
After coming out of the study, Chujiu stood at the door without saying a word. I began to blame myself, did it really hurt Chujiu? I only punched him about ten times.
"On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, when I go back to school in the evening, I will take you to the second floor of the cafeteria to eat delicious food."
Chujiu said nothing and walked down the stairs, stopping halfway.
"Guo Guo, I thought about it and decided on three dishes and one soup."
The father and daughter sitting in the pavilion couldn't hide their anxiety, but the cow's expression was also mixed with some concern.
Uncle Ding was about to speak, but was interrupted by Chujiu.
"Is the person who sold you the paperweight named Cheng Xinrong? This is his home address. Go pick him up and ask him to bring a painting on his father's desk and the pen he used to paint with it!
"
Uncle Ding was stunned and had a long mouth. After a long time, he said: "Is this solved?"