Because I didn't have dinner that night, I was very hungry when I lay down until eleven o'clock at night.
Fortunately, Lingxi gave me a big bag of snacks before. I just ate a box of biscuits and planned to wash up and go to bed.
But just as I walked into the bathroom, a sudden rush of cold air came out of my body.
This cool air is different from the cold wind in winter, but biting and cold.
I was so cold that I felt stiff all over, in a daze, and wanted to lie down completely uncontrollably.
"Evil spirit..." I was shocked and ran outside despite the pain in my body.
Three days have passed since the last time the evil spirit appeared. Every three days at twelve o'clock in the night, the evil spirit appears again.
If Lingxi didn't help me suppress it, the evil spirit would erode my soul. At most three times, I would become a fool, go crazy and lose my mind, and end up like my grandfather.
Normally, I would be able to go downstairs in half a minute.
But now, I was almost rolling and crawling, and it took me more than ten minutes.
Until I lay down on the sofa in the living room and called out "Master" with my last breath of strength.
I don't know if Lingxi heard it, and I don't have the strength to shout a second time.
I grabbed the cushions on the sofa and moaned miserably, shivering.
"Do you think of Master now?" A cold voice sounded in my ears.
Lingxi stood in front of me wearing cartoon velvet pajamas and holding a silver iron box in her hand.
"Endure the pain and stand up." Lingxi opened the iron box and found hundreds of silver needles inside.
"Master." I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stand up.
"Yunmen, Zhongfu, Jade Pillow, Tianzhu..."
"The yin energy is too strong. Let me get some sunshine tomorrow."
Lingxi's fingertips are flying, and the silver needles are falling.
Every time a stick fell, it was accompanied by severe pain, which made me look hideous.
"You saved Meng Fan, which is considered to be the first merit you have accumulated. Compared with when I gave you acupuncture in Taoshan Village, the evil spirits in your body have been reduced." Lingxi held the silver needle and said seriously: "Ksitigarbha Sutra
You should also recite it and don’t take it seriously.”
Half an hour later, the biting cold air in my body slowly dissipated. Lingxi took back the silver needle on my body and said, "Take a hot bath and soak for a while."
I was breathing heavily, as if I had escaped from the gate of hell.
Lingxi closed the door and went back to the room. I lay helplessly on the sofa in the living room.
Until my cold body gradually felt warm, I struggled to return to the second floor.
After taking a hot bath and changing into clean clothes, it was already two o'clock in the morning.
I was so tired that I couldn't open my upper and lower eyelids.
But remembering Lingxi's instructions and for the sake of my own life, I turned on my phone and searched for the Ksitigarbha Sutra and recited it quietly.
There are nearly 20,000 words in a Buddhist scripture, including many rare words that I don't even recognize.
I finished reading it intermittently at four in the morning.
I couldn't bear it any longer, so I fell asleep holding my phone in my hand.
I slept so soundly that I didn't wake up until 12 noon the next day.
When I went downstairs, Lingxi rarely went out and was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book.
Seeing me coming down, she raised her head and said calmly: "Get yourself some food, fill your stomach and follow me."
"Where to go?" I asked.
Lingxi picked up the cup and took a sip of water, pursed his lips and said: "I have to suppress the evil spirit in you every three days, which is too troublesome. I did some research last night and I should use something to temporarily suppress you for a year.
.It saves you trouble and I save trouble too.”
"Thank you, master." I said in surprise.
I personally experienced the pain caused by being haunted by evil spirits last night, and I wish I could die.
Once every three days, ten times a month, and more than a hundred times a year.
I can't imagine whether I can bear it long term.
Maybe I would have been tortured to death by evil spirits before I could accumulate ten merits.
Now Lingxi has a way to help me temporarily suppress the evil spirit for a year, which indirectly greatly alleviates my pain. What could be more exciting to me than this?
In order to save time, I made a bucket of instant noodles for lunch.
Lingxi said casually: "Today is New Year's Eve. I invited Su Tongyuan to come over for New Year's Eve dinner. Is that okay?"
I rolled my eyes and said nothing.
Lingxi pretended to say: "It's so deserted between the two of us. It would be more lively if there are more of us."
"You are the master, whatever you say is what you say." I said helplessly.
Lingxi said with satisfaction: "That's it, you cook dinner tonight."
I immersed myself in eating the instant noodles, wiped my mouth, and signaled to Lingxi that it was time to leave.
I really don't want to see Su Tongyuan, but as Lingxi said yesterday, she came here as Lingxi's best friend.
As a "patient client" and superficial apprentice of Lingxi, I am not qualified to refuse these.
After getting into the Mercedes-Benz, Lingxi drove the car himself.
Half an hour later, we arrived at the "ghost market" in Zhongzhou.
The so-called Zhongzhou Ghost Market is a very ordinary shabby old street.
There are many shops on both sides of the street, but there is very little foot traffic.
At least I didn't see many people standing on the street.
Lingxi told me that all the businesses in the ghost market are not serious businesses.
The darkest sides of all walks of life in Zhongzhou are gathered here.
As long as you have money, this street is everything.
Of course, if you have no money but can come up with something that interests the ghost market, you will still be able to thrive here.
In the final analysis, profit comes first.
"Master, do the relevant departments just ignore the existence of this kind of force?" I asked in a low voice.
The state has national laws and every family has its own rules. I don’t quite understand how the ghost market survives in Zhongzhou.
Lingxi locked the car door, looked at me as if he were an idiot and said: "There is darkness where the light does not shine, and some light, after being eroded by the darkness, joins the flow. Slowly, the darkness forms a force, and in the light
Unscrupulous under the cover of."
"Uh." I suddenly realized.
Lingxi means that the ghost market in Zhongzhou exists because the relevant departments turned a blind eye to it.
As long as no big incident occurs and both parties benefit from each other, why not?
"Remember, just follow me and don't talk too much, so as not to cause trouble." Lingxi said solemnly: "The people in the ghost market are not easy to mess with, and I don't want to cause trouble."
"Understood." I followed Lingxi, acting as if I was mute.
Two minutes later, Lingxi took me into a traditional Chinese medicine store.
The shop owner is a thin old man in his sixties, wearing a black hat, hunched over and smoking a cigarette.
When he saw Lingxi and I coming to the door, he flicked the incense ashes, pushed the reading glasses on his face and said, "What do you two want to buy?"
Lingxi didn't say anything, walked straight to the counter, reached out and dialed the abacus in front of the old man.
The old man grinned, put out his cigarette butt, walked out from behind the counter, pointed to the door on the other side and said: "Please come inside."
Lingxi nodded slightly and stepped in directly.
I was confused and wanted to ask.
But thinking about what Ling Xi had said beforehand, I held it back.
Behind the Chinese medicine dispensary is a small courtyard with an elegant environment, filled with various flowers, plants and trees.
An older man was squatting in the yard pruning flowers and trees.
He was wearing an embroidered Tang suit and cotton-padded jacket, holding a pair of big scissors, a pipe in his mouth, puffing away smoke, and looking carefree.
"I want to buy two kinds of medicine." Lingxi spoke first: "Bodhicitta and seedless sunflower."
The old man holding the big scissors moved slightly slowly, took a puff from his cigarette holder, and said in an old voice: "Unfortunately, we don't have these two medicines in our store."
Lingxi looked slightly disappointed and said, "Whenever it becomes available, I can make a reservation first."
The old man turned around, and the shocking scars on his face made me tremble with fear.
He looked at Lingxi with cloudy eyes, and then he cast his gaze on me. He smiled strangely and said, "These two medicines you have are extremely rare. You may not be able to find them even in ten or eight years, let alone a year and a half."
Lingxi thanked him and turned to leave.
When I walked out of the Chinese medicine dispensary, I couldn't help but ask: "Master, what is bodhicitta? I have only heard of bodhi seeds. There are also seedless sunflowers. Is there such a thing? Aren't sunflowers full of melon seeds?"
Lingxi explained: "Bodhicitta is the result of the mutation of Bodhi seeds. To put it simply, it is formed by the genetic mutation of plants and fruits."
"Seedless sunflowers mean that the sunflower is full of seeds, but the seeds are all hollow."
Lingxi said regretfully: "The evil spirit in your body is full of yin, and it needs three yang things to suppress it. Bodhicitta and seedless sunflowers are born with yang. If you add the purple gold cockscomb, the three yangs will fall to the top, and the yang will be opposite to the yin."
, evil spirits will not be able to use Yin energy to torment you often."
"What is Purple Gold Cockscomb? Is it also a medicinal material?" I asked doubtfully.
Lingxi pondered: "It may be regarded as a medicinal material, but it is not a dead thing, but a big rooster with a purple-gold comb."
To be honest, Lingxi's answer opened my eyes.
I have lived for eighteen years, and I will be nineteen during the Chinese New Year. I have never heard of or seen a big rooster with a purple-gold comb.
If Lingxi hadn't been serious about what she said, I would have suspected that she was deceiving me.
Next, Lingxi took me into an antique shop.
This antique shop is very small, probably less than twenty square meters.
Two rows of shelves and a wooden table.
The shelves are filled with antiques. I don’t know whether they are real or fake, but they are quite impressive.
Well, the dust pile is so thick that it feels like an old object.
In the corner, a middle-aged man with greasy hair was sitting at a wooden table playing on the computer, cracking melon seeds and cursing.
I took a closer look and saw that this guy was actually fighting against landlords.
Seeing a guest coming to the door, the middle-aged uncle greeted him: "You two, wait and see, wait until I finish playing this card."
Lingxi stood by the shelves and looked at them with great interest, wandering around from time to time.
I said like a mosquito: "Master, are we going to buy antiques?"
Lingxi said expressionlessly: "Do you have to buy antiques when you come to an antique store?"
"Isn't it?" I asked in surprise.
Lingxi pointed to the antiques on the shelves and said: "None of the antiques here are real, only fools buy them."
"Ah?" I was stunned and didn't know why.
The middle-aged uncle who was playing landlords laughed loudly when he heard what Lingxi said: "That's right, the antiques here are all for fools. Boy, is this your first time in the ghost market?"
I shrank my neck and didn't dare to answer.
The middle-aged uncle finished the round, stretched out, yawned and said, "Girl Ling, I haven't seen you for a while. Are you already in love?"
