If a city has existed for thousands of years, no matter how prosperous it looks, there will always be some people who still believe in legends, and some corners still retain the oldest mysterious customs. Turned from the small police station in the township and headed northwest. The surrounding people gradually thinned out. At dusk, there was a fog in the mountains. When the entire trail was about to be obliterated by the thick fog, Lin Yan finally found his destination at the foot of the west mountain. .
Lin Yan stopped the car and compared the photos he found on the Internet with the scene in front of him. Here it is. A small temple without a name is built next to the west mountain. There are two white lanterns in front of the door. Earlier, there were candles inside. , now changed to electric lights, it looks gloomy in the night. There is a water well in the yard, and on a jujube tree with a crooked neck next to it, there is a banner for calling back souls, and the cloth tassels are fluttering in the wind.
Although the appearance of the small temple is inconspicuous, it is quite famous among ghost lovers. Unlike ordinary Buddhist temples, which are used to worship gods and pray for blessings, this ancient temple has only one purpose, to suppress ghosts. Most people always think that places with temples have auras, which is true for ancient temples on high mountains, but temples built on flat ground are the place of great evil. According to feng shui, mountains belong to yang, and temples are built in the middle of the mountain to meet the clear and upright energy and reach the gods; depressions gather yin, and temples are built in the low-lying places in front of the mountains to attract lonely souls and wild ghosts. There is a saying that the temple should not be demolished. Xishan was a mass grave in ancient times, and there was a lot of resentment. This small temple has been preserved to this day because of its special function.
Lin Yan glanced at the summoning banner hanging at the door, and silently pulled out the car key.
Here's one of the most insidious tricks he's gleaned online.
Due to making an appointment in advance, the master in the temple has been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Lin Yan entering the door, he greeted him with a smile: "Please sit down, do you want to ask for a safe talisman or perform a ritual ceremony?"
The mage wears a khaki robe, does not shave his hair, and keeps a simple round inch, which is seven parts like a monk and three parts like a Taoist priest. Lin Yan looked at the furnishings in the temple. There were plaster walls, concrete floors, an old wooden table with an indistinguishable color, and an incense burner and fruit offerings were placed on it. A strong sandalwood fragrance lingered in the room. Lin Yan took out the lighter and signaled it. Seeing that the owner did not object, he took out a Marlboro and lit it. After taking a sip, he said in a deep voice, "None, I want to kill ghosts."
I don't know if it was a psychological effect, Lin Yan only felt that the moment he finished speaking, a cold aura surged up from all directions. The owner of the temple was startled, and quickly said: "You can't talk nonsense here, if they hear something is going to happen." After finishing speaking, he turned and stared at the door for a long time, and couldn't help but frowned: "It's so violent, this person died unexpectedly. , and it’s been a while.”
Lin Yan glanced in the direction indicated by the master, and saw nothing.
"Let me just say it straight, guest, you still have less than three months to live."
"Master, you are joking." Lin Yan tried his best to keep his voice calm, but the fingers holding the cigarette trembled unconsciously.
"Ayan, pour a glass of water for the guests." The owner of the temple yelled towards the back hall, then turned to Lin Yan and said, "Since Mr. Lin was able to find my small temple, it must have taken a lot of effort, so it's boring to be stubborn. Tell me, how did you offend this hundred-year-old life-seeking ghost?"
Lin Yan was stunned for a moment, a century-old practice
The host said indifferently: "I am used to seeing the flag clothes, but this Ming Dynasty shirt is kind of kind."
The familiar words brought back Lin Yan's memories, and he couldn't help but gasp, this strange sorcerer can really see ghosts? He couldn't help but think of the archaeological internship he mentioned to Yin Zhou. He was in charge of cleaning the main room of Pit 16. He lit the miner's lamp all night to look through the documents for a week. The coffin, with a thick black lacquer, leaned over the coffin and cleaned the corpse with a soft brush, peeled off the nine sets of moldy and decayed mortuary clothes layer by layer, and groped for the scattered funerary objects in the gaps between the bones...
"Last month I did go into an ancient tomb of the Ming Dynasty in Shanxi..." Lin Yan said in shock.
"Buddhist scriptures say that everything has its retribution." The temple owner smiled, asked for Lin Yan's birthday horoscope, and after a little calculation, said strangely: "The four pillars are pure yin, and the horoscope Si Hai is opposite to each other. Retrograde luck, this person is a man of the most yin, no wonder he found you."
"This person died in a terrible misfortune, and he couldn't be reborn with resentment in his heart. He has become a climate for too long, and a lonely soul has become a ghost, which is almost like a beast. I am afraid it will be difficult to get over."
Lin Yan interrupted him: "Can a mage do it?"
The temple master said: "It can only break his three souls and seven souls, and he will not be able to enter reincarnation from now on."
Lin Yan lowered his eyes, and the knuckles of his hands cracked softly. He suddenly thought of the madness and rage of the thing in the elevator, the shameful memories in the living room, and the face of grandma in the morgue. He couldn't help but tighten his eyes. Clenching his fists, he said fiercely: "He has already killed one person. I don't know when there will be a second one, and a third one. Am I going to be kind enough to save him? He deserves his life for killing."
"I don't care who he is, I just want him to go back to where he should go." Lin Yan said coldly: "Send him away, I will pay how much."
The host sighed, and took out a stack of yellow paper from under the desk case: "Who says ghosts are cruel, but people's hearts are cruel."
While talking, the little novice flashed out from the back hall with a tea tray, respectfully handed the tea to Lin Yan, and put the remaining cup of the tea tray next to the fruit offering tray on the incense table, bowed his head and said, "It's all right to enter or enter the door." Yes, you are thirsty too, drink some water."
Lin Yan was taken aback for a moment, wondering why the voice was so familiar. The little novice also saw Lin Yan at this moment. He was a little surprised at first, and then smiled: "It's you."
With a lean figure, a sharp and bloodless face, and wearing a nondescript blue homemade robe, he turned out to be the strange Taoist priest he bumped into during the day.
Lin Yan was a little dizzy for a while, thinking that the temple is not Buddhist, why did Taoist priests appear halfway
"This, this is my master." The little novice turned his face to the temple owner and bowed his head, "Lin Yan is my college classmate."
Lin Yan vaguely remembered that this little Taoist priest was surnamed Yan. They were in the same department when they were undergraduates, and the dormitory was on the same floor. They usually looked down in class, but he was introverted and out of gregarious, and had a stuttering problem. He had participated so much that Lin Yan, who had been a classmate for four years, couldn't even remember his real name clearly. The title of Taoist priest is quite familiar. At that time, the freshmen had just moved into the school dormitory. Within a few days, there were rumors that there was a weird person on the same floor who was burning paper in the dormitory and muttering to the air. stick. Later, the buddies in the same dormitory couldn’t bear it anymore, so they ostracized him collectively, changed the door lock and locked him out all night, and threw everything he put in the dormitory out of the window. After persisting for half a semester, he finally moved out. left school.
This matter was used as a joke in the department for a long time. The most troublesome thing for Lin Yan when he was the class monitor at that time was to do the ideological work of this Taoist priest. Whatever it is. Later, when the class was tense, Lin Yan couldn't take care of him, and gradually forgot about having such a person.
"You, you can just call me Ayan." The Taoist whispered, "I don't care."
After negotiating the price, Ayan moved out the vermilion lacquer box from the back hall, and the temple owner ordered the contents to be laid out one by one, including yellow paper, sacrificial incense, cinnabar, a short knife that looked old, and some unknown Contents of bottles and jars.
"After a while, everything will be done as I said. This evil animal has already cultivated a real body. The time is not good, and I am not sure. If something goes wrong, we may have to explain it here." The temple master said lightly: "Set up."
The master and apprentice got busy. Lin Yan had never seen this posture before, and felt like it was in a movie. The temple master locked the doors and windows, sprinkled incense ash evenly on the window sill and in the door cracks, and placed a copper coin at a certain distance. , Afterwards, the doors and windows were closed with a red rope like a net, and the warp and weft of the whole room were criss-crossed. Finally, a thin layer of cinnabar was spread on the floor, and the yellow paper and short knife were placed on the table for later use.
"The red rope wards off evil spirits. It can prevent things inside from running out, and it can also prevent things outside from coming in." The temple owner said: "In the Midnight Mountain, there is a lot of Yin, and cinnabar belongs to Yang. The wild ghosts in Huishan Mountain will run This is getting angry."
Lin Yan suddenly became nervous: "What wild ghost?"
"Some are lonely souls who don't believe that they are dead, some are poor people whose bodies have not been collected, and there are also ghosts who were murdered and waited to find a substitute to revive their souls. It doesn't matter. The trouble is the one who follows you." The temple owner turned towards the room. The corner of the mouth pouted. The development of the matter has completely exceeded the limit of Lin Yan's imagination. He didn't know what to say, so he nodded.
"Nitrate can isolate yin and yang, and ghosts won't find you if you sprinkle it on your body. Remember that no matter what happens later, you can't talk, and you can't take a big breath. Do as I say." The temple master said from the table. Picked out one of the bottles, unscrewed the lid and sprinkled all the stone powder on Lin Yan's body. Seeing that Lin Yan was nervous, Ayan smiled nervously: "The temple is full of yin, you will see it later. Yes, I was terrified the first time I saw it."
After speaking, he took out a piece of cypress wood from the basket, carved Lin Yan's birth date with a knife, and then cut out a small paper figure and pasted it on it. There is an unspeakable weirdness on the table.
The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the mountain wind blew the leaves of the jujube trees in the yard rustling. There was no one in the area for tens of miles, and the ancient temple was dimly lit. Lin Yan thought, if someone passed by at this time , Seeing the three people in the room sitting in the red line around the oil lamp, I must be scared out of my wits.
The time passed by every minute and every second, and there was no change in the surrounding area. Lin Yan took out his mobile phone and took a look. It was half past eleven, and he had been waiting for almost two hours, but the temple owner and Ayan remained silent. Sitting, as if in meditation.
The flames on the table stirred.
"Here we come." A Yan said, and then signaled Lin Yan to pay attention to what was behind him. Lin Yan saw nothing unusual when he turned around, and then he reacted.
Although there were only three of them, there were four shadows on the wall.