Chapter 55: The door gods town house, the practice of ghosts
"Ah...this is really a bit difficult for the villain."
The old man's rough face was like a bitter gourd, and it drooped immediately.
That fierce god is not easy to mess with.
It looks like a bloated pig.
But the flying fish suit carries the aura of dragon and tiger, and evil spirits retreat on their own.
Coupled with that strange and masculine token, ordinary ghosts cannot get close to it.
It can be said that if you touch it, you will be injured, and if you rub it, you will die.
Even if you practice more deeply as an old ghost, your body will disintegrate and your yin energy will be wiped out.
"If you have any difficulties, please tell me and listen."
Ji Yuan's voice was calm, but it had an unfathomable solemn power.
"Young man, I don't have much cultivation. Not to mention a strong-blooded warrior, even a scholar who has read the books of sages for several years and has such a great spirit in his heart, I can't be confused... How can such a thing be accomplished?"
The old man trembled all over, crossed his hands on his chest, bent down and complained.
"Most of the difficult things in the world are just thoughts or not, not abilities or inability.
There are always more solutions than difficulties. The world has been trampled by saints. How can there be so many heroes who help the poor and help the poor to help fight the injustice? I help you, you help me. This is the truth, don't you think?"
Ji Yuan's eyes were cold and stern, like a knife soaked in cold water.
"Ah...yes, yes! You are right, sir. This is exactly the truth."
The old man was stared at so hard that he responded with a wry smile.
These days, there are not many living people who can remain calm and talk nicely after seeing a ghost.
If you are brave, take action; if you are timid, run away.
"By the way, old man, what is your name and surname, and where do you live?
Even if you become a lonely ghost, you should have a name and a surname."
Ji Yuan asked aloud as he walked towards Nanmen Hutong.
"The little old man's surname is An, and his nickname is Shanren.
Originally from Lenan Prefecture, he later moved to Qingxianfang in the eastern suburbs of Tianjing and made a living by doing some small business."
The old man's feet did not touch the ground and he was floating, neither far nor near, hanging in front of Ji Yuan.
Generally speaking, ghosts cannot follow living people, otherwise they will be considered malicious.
Insidious methods such as soul calling and possession can easily fall into the trap of ordinary people if they are not careful.
Of course, with Old Man An's shallow cultivation, it would be wishful thinking to try to call away Ji Yuan's soul.
Not to mention standing on tiptoes to possess someone and seize the body.
"An', good man? I hope you live up to your name, old man An."
Ji Yuan said softly and quickly turned half a street into Nanmen Hutong.
When he opened the door, he looked back, only to find Old Man An cowering outside, saying in embarrassment:
"Uncle, ordinary ghosts can't break into the house, there are door gods to control them."
Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows, shook his head and asked:
"Then if I tear down the two portraits of door gods, won't it mean that the house will be haunted every day and there will be no peace?"
He didn't want to tear down the posted portrait of the door god.
The water in this world is so deep.
Especially in the underworld, there are many things to pay attention to.
Since the door god can rule the house, he must be retained.
"No, no, uncle, please find a pair of old shoes that I don't wear and put them outside the door. Let me put them on and come in. I heard the ghost next to me say that this is called borrowing a breath of popularity. The door god will be generous and let me in."
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As if he was afraid that Ji Yuan would be impatient, Old Man An had a humble attitude and a smile full of flattery.
"Okay, just wait."
Ji Yuan didn't find it troublesome at all and turned around and walked into the house.
I found a pair of hole-in-the-wall cloth shoes from under the bed, and put the toes inward as Old Man An said to invite "people" to come in.
This kind of behavior is actually taboo and can easily bring disaster to the family.
In other words, Ji Yuan only dared to do this because he relied on the tiger's roaring golden bell and the bloody evil aura, and was not afraid of evil spirits.
Old An put on his cloth shoes, and his gloomy figure suddenly became stable.
The horrific appearance of death with bloody flesh and blood also disappeared.
He bowed his hands and bowed to the door god posted at the door, then stepped over the threshold and walked in.
"Little old man, I'm grateful to you for saving my life! I'm grateful to you for taking me in!"
Old Man An burst into tears and was about to lean down again, but was held up by Ji Yuan.
"Don't kneel down to others all the time. I'm just a young man, and I can't bear your prostrations. I'm afraid I'll lose my life and blessings.
Don't even call me uncle. I'm in charge of Ji Yuan and Ji Jiulang in Xiabei Town. Just call me Jiulang."
He took the soul bottle he bought from Huaiyin Zhai and placed it in the palm of his hand.
The reason why I am willing to rescue the ghost of Old Man An is simply because he is an honest person and is not considered an evil ghost or a vicious ghost.
In addition, we need bait to hook that big fish in Lin Lu.
"Old man An, let me ask you, do you know about the case of the mysterious dismemberment of Qian Wu from the Salt Gang?"
Ji Yuan sat on the bench with his big horse and golden sword, like a magistrate sitting in court to interrogate criminals.
"Reporting to you...Ji Jiuye, Master Shou's Yin market is usually in Tai'anfang, Huairenfang, Changshunfang, and Pingxiufang.
That Qian Wu, as well as several kiln ladies and watchmen, must have all been harmed by the evil spirit created by Master Shou!"
Old Man An stuttered and said.
"Yin spirits? Could it be that the ghosts after death can still practice cultivation? What are the different realms?"
Ji Yuan asked curiously.
What Yangjian follows is the martial arts of Qi and Blood.
What will the underworld be like?
Shinto?
Or a ghost?
"I don't know very well, but people like me who retain some intelligence after death and know their own names are called ghosts.
Those who have deeper cultivation and can absorb Yin energy, can pass through walls and courtyards, and absorb Yang energy and blood energy are Yin spirits.
There is something evil behind, the evil spirit, which is said to be even more powerful."
Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, then he asked:
"What is the way to practice ghost cultivation?"
Old Man An looked a little embarrassed. He was just a stall selling wontons. How could he know what the practice was?
"Jiuye, little old man, I can't read...I can't even read it all."
"That's right. If you can understand the way of practice, you won't end up like this."
Ji Yuan laughed heartily, and then asked again:
"What is Master Shou's ghost?"
Only by knowing enough about the Yin market can he decide whether to clear the account in the "Book of Life and Death" in his heart.
Since ancient times, it has been said that a gentleman is easy to deal with, but a villain is difficult to guard against.
How many heroes have tried to achieve great things, only to be defeated by the secret schemes of insidious people.
Lin Lu had murderous intentions twice for the vacancy of one hundred households.
If Ji Yuan hadn't changed his destiny through the Huangtian Dao Diagram, forced Xu Xian to retreat from the general banner, and then entered the martial arts hall again, he would have been appreciated and valued by Coach Wei.
I'm afraid he may have been an unjust soul who died in vain.
"As long as Lin dies, my heart will never be at ease."
Ji Yuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if he had made up his mind.
Feeling the bone-chilling coldness, Old Man An shrank his neck, bent his waist lower, and replied:
"Master Hand...the body should be a pair of big pale hands with all five fingers. It likes to do handicrafts. Some of its proud works have been infected by Yin Qi over the years and turned into strange objects.
Like the painted "Tiger Picture", the human skin books written, and the paper figures... they all gradually became ghosts."
A flash of light flashed across his heart, and Ji Yuan looked astonished.
Qian Wu's body was separated because it was eaten by the tiger in "Tiger Picture".
The kiln sister and the boy from Zuihualou died in the book written in human skin.
Mr. Li Qi, who died suddenly in Yizhuang, might have been killed by the paper maker?
"Old man An, do you think the fierce god who broke into Yin City can subdue the Yin spirits raised by Master Shou?"
Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes and finally asked.
"Well, that man has a token in his hand, which is stronger than the blood energy in your body, Mr. Jiu. If we encounter him, I'm afraid it's hard to tell."
Old Man An thought hard for a moment and came to a conclusion.