Except for a guest bedroom, a servant's room and a kitchen on the first floor, all other functional rooms of the Sun family are concentrated on the second floor, so that the living room has a lot of space and is decorated with various things.
The thing seemed to be frightened. When everyone was chasing it towards the entrance, it panicked and hit its head against the wall.
It didn't stop, swayed twice on the spot, and in the blink of an eye it jumped under the shoe cabinet.
Wu Weiwei and the Sun couple all followed Chen Ling and followed him from the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall to the vase on the antique display shelf, and then from the antique display shelf to the front of the electric cabinet.
Jiang Yu did not participate. He was responsible for holding the macaw that had become stiff as stone, and Sun Zhi who was dragged down from the upstairs. At this time, he was watching the young man who was about to attack the speakers in a leisurely manner.
The speaker was not big, so Chen Ling moved it away easily. The wires at the back were neatly arranged and could be clearly seen at a glance.
He turned around and scanned every piece of furniture in the space, even the floor lamp that couldn't hide anything was examined carefully by him.
"Where is he hiding?" Chen Ling muttered quietly, raised his trouser legs, and before anyone could react, he suddenly knelt on the ground.
He lowered his upper body and looked towards the bottom of the sofa, where he met a pair of round black eyes.
The thing didn't look big, with light orange fur on its back and limbs and a snow-white belly.
Perhaps it didn't expect that it would be discovered even though it was hiding so secretly. Its eyes trembled and it kept shrinking back. It looked to the left and right, and when it found the right moment, it ran away.
Chen Ling stood up with the help of the sofa and coffee table, looking confused.
Wu Weiwei thought he was frightened, "What's wrong?"
Chen Ling blinked, "It's a weasel."
Wu Weiwei: “Ah?”
"Why did a weasel come to our house?" Sun Peifeng was overwhelmed. One left and another came out. When would this matter end
Mrs. Sun huddled behind her husband, worried. She had heard of Wong Tai Sin before. It was quite evil. "Pei Feng, will he hurt Jia Yu? I have to go up and guard him."
Sun Peifeng was also unsure and looked at Chen Ling with a questioning look.
Thinking of the stupid look of the little yellow ball hitting the wall of the entrance hall, Chen Ling shook his head and said, "No need."
There is strength in numbers. Mrs. Sun thought that since the master said it was not necessary, she should stay and work with everyone.
The weasel has a soft body and can squeeze into any crack. Chen Ling rubbed his eyebrows in pain, thinking about how to lure it out.
Fearing that she might disturb the creature, Mrs. Sun asked quietly, "Mr. Chen, do you need an internet connection?"
"What network?"
"Peifeng likes fishing. He has a small fishing net at home that he uses to catch fish. The rod is relatively long, so it should be suitable for catching that thing."
"Then bring it here and let's give it a try." Now he has no choice but to try any method. Chen Ling will try any method.
Mrs. Sun mouthed a message to her aunt, and soon, she brought the fishing net from the storage room next to the nanny's room.
Chen Ling held the pole in his hand and swung it twice. The pole was light and about two meters long, making it perfect for catching prey that was far away from him.
He hissed softly in the direction of Jiang Yu, and the parrot that was pretending to be dead suddenly came back to life. Just as it was about to open its mouth to respond, the man pinched its upper and lower mouth with two fingers.
It twisted its body in grievance, and sadly found that it could not resist and could only choose to continue to die.
Jiang Yu understood his hint and did not intend to help. "Find it yourself. Don't count on me."
Chen Ling: "Stingy."
Without the ability to hear from afar, see from afar and have a nose that can sense things from afar, it would be impossible to use the five senses alone. However, we can block that thing into a dead end.
Chen Ling suddenly had an idea. He gestured to Wu Weiwei to come over, stuffed him with a few talismans, and asked him to stick them on the stairs, doors and windows. Then he began to use a fishing net to carry out an almost perverted sweep, leaving no corner untouched.
The raid went smoothly, with only a quarter of the living room left to search.
Chen Ling held the fishing net tightly and listened with his ears pricked up. In the quiet air, a faint sound floated through the quiet air, like the sound of claws scraping across the ground.
He held his breath, suddenly stepped to the left, grabbed the large floor clock and pulled it towards himself, while his other hand quickly reached behind the clock.
The moment the fishing net landed, a foul smell hit us.
The indescribable smell quickly spread in the air, causing the Sun couple to retch repeatedly.
Wu Weiwei pinched his nose and backed away, leaving his brother Chen standing there alone to bear the consequences.
Chen Ling was almost crying from the stench, but he didn't dare to let go. He had to endure the stench, took out a talisman, turned his face away, and stretched out his arms to stick to the fishing net.
The stench was sealed in the fishing net by the talisman paper, and the weasel, who was struggling desperately, suddenly stopped moving. The strong stench surrounded it, and even it couldn't stand it, and it was dying.
Looking at the miserable state of the weasel, Wu Weiwei was impressed that Brother Chen was well versed in the art of fighting back. This method was not something that ordinary people could come up with.
Mrs. Sun pinched her nose and opened the window to get some fresh air. But that was not enough, so she turned on the fresh air ventilation system.
It took a full quarter of an hour for the smell outside the fishing net to completely dissipate.
Chen Ling was afraid that the weasel would set off another smoke bomb, so he didn't dare to uncover the fishing net and the talisman paper. He simply sat cross-legged in front of it and asked, "Sun Jiayu, it was you who ate the mouse before. How long have you been in this house?"
The weasel curled up into a ball, trying hard to bury its nose in its own fur.
Chen Ling was very patient at this moment and asked again: "Can you speak human language?"
The weasel endured its own stench, held up the fishing net, turned around inside it, and faced away from the humans outside.
Chen Ling was speechless. This kind of behavior with a little bit of resistance and temper was too familiar. Do all small animals have the habit of turning their backs to people if they don't want to pay attention to them
He patted his butt, stood up, left the weasel on the ground, and made a gesture to Wu Weiwei.
Wu Weiwei came over: "What's wrong, Brother Chen?"
"Go to the garden downstairs and catch a mouse." Chen Ling said, "It manipulated Sun Jiayu to eat the mouse in the middle of the night, which means it is hungry and has needs. Let's try to tempt it with delicious food."
Wu Weiwei: “…”
Chen Ling patted Wu Weiwei's shoulder and entrusted him with an important task, then went to the Buddhist cabinet.
The Buddha cabinet stood quietly in the corner. The Buddha statue that had previously stood majestically on it fell upside down on the table. The incense burner was knocked over, and ashes and burnt incense were scattered everywhere. Only the offerings placed on the side were spared.
After rearranging the Buddha statue, Chen Ling examined its face.
On the Buddha's head with big ears and a round face, his eyes are wide open, his facial features are evenly distributed, and his lips are open, revealing a compassionate smile, as if all peaceful beings are before him.
It is said that weasels are born with spiritual energy, and those who have attained enlightenment are called Huang Daxian. They absorb the moonlight and become spirits. Every night, they will bring their families to an open place in the wild and put their front paws together to worship the moon.
There is a saying that goes, "a thousand years black and ten thousand years white", which refers to the cultivation of the weasel. Black and white refers to the fur color. The "thousand years" and "ten thousand years" here are somewhat different from those in the world of the living, because in the eyes of the weasel, they live in another kind of time.
Chen Ling touched his chin, turned around and looked at the curled up ball of fur, frowned. If the Buddha statue had a good face, it should always be compassionate and majestic, inviolable, and the little monsters would not dare to hide in it.
"Mr. Sun, please turn off the lights in the living room."
As soon as the lights went out, Chen Ling pulled open the half-covered curtain beside him and looked at the Buddha's head again in the moonlight.
The facial features haven't changed, but the feeling they give has changed.
There is a black shadow under the Buddha's eye sockets, and the black porcelain eyeballs reflect two points of light. The strangest thing is his mouth.
Because of the light, the sunken corners of the mouth seemed to be suppressing the anger in the heart, and the slightly downward arc gave people a gloomy feeling.
Chen Ling took the Buddha statue in his hand and looked at the weasel through the dim light. "There is something wrong with the face of the Buddha statue. You have been living in it and enjoying the offerings and worship from the Sun family."
The yellow-haired ball shrank back but remained silent.
Chen Ling didn't want to poke him directly with his hand, so he took an offering fruit and walked over, pushing its body through the Red Fuji.
"I see that you are so small, you must have gained enlightenment through the opportunity."
Knowing that Mao Tuanzi would not give any response, he continued, "The face of the Buddha statue was not well carved, and it was lucky that the evil spirit did not set up camp there, not to mention the method of passing on the Buddha's name and recognizing the Buddha as the Lord to seek protection. Even if he really recognized the Buddha at the beginning, Mr. Sun has been worshipping the wrong Buddha for so many years, and inadvertently interrupted the incense and offerings to the real Lord, so naturally that Lord will no longer bless Sun Jiayu."
"But, Jiayu's health has really improved since then!" Sun Peifeng was stunned.
"Mr. Chen, I remember very clearly that three years after the posting in my hometown, Jiayu's health did not improve immediately. After returning to North City, he was hospitalized again. I went home to get something and remembered that I forgot to change the offerings for the Buddha statue, so I put some of the fruits I was going to take to the hospital on the Buddha cabinet, then bowed a few times and prayed to the Buddha to bless my son. If my wish is fulfilled, I will definitely double the offerings in the future."
Chen Ling asked: "Did you double your offerings?"
"Yes, it was added." Sun Peifeng said, "That night, Jiayu was out of danger and was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward. I thought it must be the blessing of the gods and Buddhas. As soon as the sun rose, I rushed to buy a fine copper incense burner and offering plate, and I knelt down to worship him every morning and evening."
Later, Sun Jiayu was discharged from the hospital. In order to show his sincerity and respect for Master Ji, he asked his son to learn from him to burn incense in the morning and evening.
This habit continued until Sun Jiayu had an accident at the end of June.
"Although the yellow fox often walks the evil path, there are good and bad in the world. There are those who do evil and hurt people, and there are those who repay kindness and save people. It relies on the faith you give it to cultivate, and it will repay you by blessing Sun Jiayu." Chen Ling hesitated, turned back to look at everyone, "Do you want to plug your nose with paper? I'm going to take off the net."
Wu Weiwei, who had just caught a mouse, was the first to turn his back and take a deep breath, holding the air in his lungs.
Jiang Yu frowned slightly and held his breath.
The macaw was in a miserable state. As the fishing net was opened, the stench that was forcibly blocked by the talisman paper rushed around ferociously like a hungry beast, and the macaw staggered immediately.
The parrot struggled in panic in the man's hands. It finally broke free, but didn't know where to hide, so it kept jumping up and down on the ground.
Finally, he had an idea and stuck his head into Jiang Yu's trouser leg.
Jiang Yu's face darkened and he looked down, wanting to reach out and catch the parrot that was trying to get out of his trouser leg without knowing whether it was alive or dead by stepping on his shoes.
Chen Ling happened to look over there, and fearing that Yuheshan's mascot would be suffocated to death, he pinched his nose and snorted heavily.
Jiang Yu: “…”
He closed his eyes, his forehead twitched, and he gave up the idea of pulling the parrot out, and ordered: "Enough."
The parrot has a natural, deep-seated fear of Jiang Yu. Today, it only had the courage given by Chen Ling to dare to get into the old man's trousers.
Knowing that it had someone to back it up, it was for once not frightened by the man's scolding tone. It shamelessly hooked the man's socks with its claws and tried hard to raise its head.
Even so, it couldn't stop its noisy mouth, and it complained in a shrill voice into Jiang Yu's trousers: "Dead, dead, it's going to stink to death!"
Chen Ling almost laughed when he saw Jiang Yu’s slightly angry face. The little guy was really rude. If you didn’t know better, you would think he disliked the ancestor’s body odor.
Thanks to the great use of air circulation and modern technology, the smell dissipated quickly this time.
The weasel stayed on the ground without moving, its black eyes warily staring at the young man who was looking down at it, and it confronted him with its chest puffed out.
When it curls up into a ball, it is about the size of a ball. It must have had a great opportunity to become a spirit when it was young, so it has always maintained its young appearance.
Chen Ling bent down and stretched out a hand to it.
The weasel rubbed back and turned its head to the side.
Chen Ling clenched his hands, leaving only his index finger, and gently touched the weasel's paw. "My name is Chen Ling, Erdong Chen, Ling means mountain. Do you have a name?"
The weasel turned its head back and watched silently, not knowing whether it could understand.
Chen Ling took the small stool next to the sofa and sat in front of it. "As you practice for a longer time, you will need more spiritual energy and offerings, but the Sun family does not know this and all the offerings remain the same. You cannot get what you want, so you choose to attach yourself to Sun Jiayu and sleepwalk around to find food to supplement your practice."
Unfortunately, rat hunting in cities is very effective nowadays. No matter how hard we searched upstairs and downstairs in the middle of the night, we found nothing.
I finally found one on the balcony, it was still alive. I didn't bother to hide or cover it up, I just started to bite it eagerly.
The weakness and emaciation that Sun Jiayu showed at the beginning, as well as the sickness mentioned by Wuzhuqian, were just the sequelae of being possessed by the weasel.
After hearing the young man's words, the weasel's back tensed up and it took him a long time to nod.
"Then when did you move into the Buddha statue?" Chen Ling gave two options, "If you don't want to answer, just nod or shake your head. Mr. Sun nodded before he received the Buddha statue, and shook his head after he received it."
The weasel nodded again.
Chen Ling tilted his head and looked at it for a moment, "You can't speak?"
The weasel shook his head.
Chen Ling frowned: "Will it scream?"
The weasel seemed to have its pain point touched. It tensed up and shook its head hesitantly.
It turned out to be a little mute. No wonder it refused to make a sound even though it was being chased so badly just now.
Chen Ling felt like he was bullying the weak with his big body, "Wu Weiwei, bring the mouse over here."
"Here we go." Wu Weiwei carefully grabbed the rat's tail and held it in front of his brother Chen. "Do you want to kill it first or just throw it on the ground?"
"As long as it's alive." Looking at the smooth, hairless rat tail, Chen Ling got goose bumps all over his body and patted the back of Wu Weiwei's hand.
Wu Weiwei reflexively let go of his hand, and the mouse fell to the ground with a squeak. Before it could run away, it was caught by the weasel.
He bit the mouse's neck, looked up at Chen Ling warily, and ran quickly to the corner to eat.
Chen Ling asked: "What kind of look is that?"
Wu Weiwei: "Are you afraid that you will snatch food from the wolf's mouth?"
Chen Ling: “…” Do I really look that strong?!