"I thought my mother was worried about me and secretly checked my temperature, so I didn't think much about it."
"But after a while, I vaguely felt something was wrong, because the hand was getting harder and harder, rubbing randomly on my face, and even covering my mouth and nose."
"I couldn't breathe, and I woke up instantly without any sleep."
Meng Fan's voice was hollow and trembling with inexplicable fear: "When I turned on the bedside lamp in panic, I saw a big blood-red hand stretched out in front of me."
"Extending from the back of my neck, my fingers are long and have sharp nails."
"The strong smell of blood and putrid smell made me dizzy and vomiting."
When Meng Fan said this, he subconsciously covered his mouth and hummed: "It's like a dream and hallucination, it's really unbelievable."
"I looked at it, and it seemed to be looking at me, motionless."
"But the next moment, it strangled my neck with such force that I almost suffocated to death."
"No matter how hard I try, I can't get rid of it."
"Just when I thought I was about to die, it let go and burrowed into the back of my neck. The severe pain caused me to pass out on the spot."
Meng Fan's tone slowed down, showing his fear: "The next morning, my dad came to the room to wake me up and found that my pillow was full of blood, which was dark and had dried and condensed."
"I told my dad what happened last night and swore I didn't lie."
"Ever since the carpenter caused trouble in our new house, my dad is very taboo about this aspect and is convinced that it will happen."
"He invited a monk from Dajue Temple in Kyoto to do a ritual for me to get rid of the evil spirits in my body."
"I also went to the Xuqing Temple in Kyoto and offered 300,000 incense coins in exchange for the deputy temple master, Taoist Master Wangchen, to come out personally to help me detect the strange things inside my body."
"I spent a lot of money and messed around with me, and finally dropped a talisman with a bang, saying it could suppress all evil and evil in the world."
Meng Fan's breathing became heavier and he said angrily: "Three hundred thousand dollars can be exchanged for a piece of yellow paper and stick it on the wall beside my bed. It looks very conspicuous, but it's actually useless."
"Huh? How do you know it's useless?" I asked.
Meng Fan cursed loudly: "At around 12 o'clock in the evening, I was woken up by that bloody hand again."
"The yellow talisman on the wall did light up for a while, but soon burned to ashes."
"The dog-sun is still suppressing all the evil spirits in the world, and it's gone to suppress the air."
"My dad slept with me and watched me dying in the room, my face turned red and I almost died."
I imagined Meng Fan's scene at that time, and I couldn't help but laugh while feeling pity: "Is your dad scared out of his mind?"
"What do you think?" Meng Fan scratched his scalp and said with a rustling sound, "My dad was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing."
"He couldn't see the bloody hand, he just thought I was haunted by evil spirits."
"My mother hugged the Bodhisattva statue at home and called out to Tathagata, Buddha, Guanyin, Bodhisattva, and even the Earth God and Earth Mother, but it had no effect at all."
"I ended up passing out again."
Meng Fan said sadly and angrily: "When I woke up, I was tied to a chair in the living room, and seven or eight goddesses were surrounding me."
"It was said later that the feng shui of my Meng family's ancestral tomb is not good, so I have to move the tomb to change the luck."
"Then they said that I had provoked a vixen and was possessed by them. I needed to recite the Surangama Sutra for seventy-seven forty-nine days and drink the talisman water they created."
"How dare my dad not believe it? He pressed my neck and poured it into my mouth, making me vomit. It's hard to explain in words."
I wanted to laugh but was embarrassed to laugh, so I held my cheeks in my hands and asked, "Then what do you mean by calling me two days ago? You want to ask my master for help?"
