Zhang Xiaowen didn't quite understand it, so he asked: "You said it has the same strength as God Huai, then it has been cultivated to become an immortal? Why not defend one party, but do harm to one party?"
"Xian'er is just a name, or a manifestation of strength, reaching the point of Xian'er, reaching the point of calling the wind and the rain! Like Lao Zhangtou, I also call him Xian'er, but he is a half Xian'er. It's okay to catch ghosts and draw symbols, do you think he can call the wind and call the rain? Therefore, this Xian'er does not mean to become a fairy." The old man patiently explained what Xian'er meant.
Zhang Xiaowen understood the old-fashioned meaning, and then said: "Okay, I understand, I first figure out what kind of dream this female ghost has entrusted, and then find a way to understand what wrongdoing it has!"
"Yeah! Wait for me, I will meet with you, let's look up the origin of this female ghost!" The old man hung up the phone after speaking. After the round with Zhang Xiaowen, the two went straight to Princezhuang. .
When the two arrived at Taizizhuang, it was already bright. Many young people had already gone to work. Only some of the older people were holding bowls of rice and gathered together to eat and talk.
The old people often inquire about things, so those who are familiar with the road are close to the old people, plus the old people are about the same age as these old people, and they soon chat in full swing.
"Brother, older sisters, I heard that the people in our village had nightmares last night?" The old man asked tentatively.
When the old man asked, the old people were silent. At the same time, they looked at an old man in his 80s. The old man was holding a bowl and drinking soup. He didn't care about the look of others. In the end, he was still a forty or fifty-year-old. The middle-aged man took the stubbornness.
"Don't talk about it. For this, many people didn't sleep all night. Now you ask whoever you ask, no one wants to think about it!" The middle-aged man spit on his mouth, reluctantly.
The old-fashioned didn't expect that everyone would not be willing to mention this, and for a while, he didn't know what to say to let everyone talk.
Zhang Xiaowen saw it, and he was even more anxious. I don’t know what the female ghost made everyone dream of, but now I don’t even want to say it, so he was heartbroken and said: "My grandfathers and aunts. , We both learned something and saw that there is a problem in your village, so I came to inquire, or else the people from the villages outside of us are innocent and come to tell you what they are doing?"
As soon as Zhang Xiaowen's words came out, several people began to look at the old folks and Zhang Xiaowen, and they seemed a little skeptical.
Seeing that everyone didn't believe him, Zhang Xiaowen took off his backpack, took out the yellow paper and cinnabar, and began to draw symbols. Halfway through the painting, I stopped, and then took the charm in my hand and dipped his hand with cinnabar to signal people to stay away.
Several elderly people looked at Zhang Xiaowen's paintings in a good manner, and their suspicions were reduced a lot. However, there have been many reports of fake Taoists cheating money on TV. The old people still took a wait-and-see attitude and stepped back.
Seeing that everyone was far away, Zhang Xiaowen pretended to say a spell in his mouth, and then continued to draw on the yellow paper with his hands. Sure enough, the drawing continued after the interruption, and the spell itself burned, and then Zhang Xiaowen handsomely took the burning spell out. After throwing it away, even though a few old people were still some distance away, they couldn't help but step back. Amazed!
"Now everyone believes what we are saying? We are not liars. We just want to know what happened and see if we can help!" The old man said in a timely manner, and several old people surrounded him again, obviously shaken.
The middle-aged man frowned: "You don't put phosphorus on the paper, do you? Don't you want money for help?"
Zhang Xiaowen smiled and said, "Brother, since you know phosphorus, do you know what color phosphorus is when it is burned?" At this point, Zhang Xiaowen looked at other old people and said, "We really want to help. If we ask you for a penny next, you can call the police at any time."
Speaking of this, people no longer doubt the identities of Lao Tu and Zhang Xiaowen. The old man with the bowl just now stopped drinking soup, and said tremblingly: "Ah! You all see the problem, you can talk about it. Is there any problem in our village?"
Zhang Xiaowen glanced at the old-fashioned, and the old-fashioned nodded, before Zhang Xiaowen said: "Your village is very dark, if I read it right, it should be a ghost!" Speaking of which, Zhang Xiaowen Pointing to the direction of the theater again, he said: "The yin is the heaviest over there, and the ghost is probably hiding there!"
When the old man heard this, his hands trembled, and the soup in the bowl spilled out. The old man didn’t seem to notice it. Instead, he continued to say: “You two, let’s not hide it from you. It’s not just you. Someone said it a long time ago. The place was not clean. Later, the people in our village did not believe in evil and built it into a theater. I thought to myself that so many of us were afraid of what bulls, ghosts, and monsters? But then, there were strange things in that place! We didn't have any hope anymore. Just leave it alone!"
Zhang Xiaowen just wanted to ask the old man why he had no hope, and was stopped by the old man. The old man shook his head at Zhang Xiaowen, and then said to several old people: "If this is the case, then let us bother you. If you don’t, don’t go to your heart and say goodbye!” After speaking, he pulled Zhang Xiaowen away from the crowd and walked out of the village.
Zhang Xiaowen was a little puzzled, so he asked the old folks: "You said they all know there are ghosts there, why don't you want us to intervene? Also, why don't you let me ask?"
"You have little experience, and you didn't pay attention. The old man who was talking was always sitting in the middle of the crowd. When we asked questions, the rest of the people would look at the old man from time to time. What does it mean?" The old man did not answer Zhang Xiaowen's words. Asked about Zhang Xiaowen.
"Explain that they are seeking the opinions of the elders?" Zhang Xiaowen was still not sure of his answer, and asked along the old-fashioned question.
"Yes, they are seeking the opinions of the elders, which shows that the status of the elders is not low among this group of people. Generally speaking, in a village, people of the same surname will be related to each other. The elders should be their elders, There is still a certain understanding of the haunting of the theater. You said that the old man knows that the theater is haunted. Why do you still ask us what problems we saw?" The old man asked another question.
Zhang Xiaowen pondered for a while and said, "I guess he wants to try us and see if we have real skills!"
The old man shook his head: "Wrong! He wanted to confirm whether yesterday's dream was related to the ghost of the theater! And your answer has let him know that the dream of yesterday was probably caused by the ghost of the theater, since he already knew it. He answered and rejected us, so no matter what you say, he probably won’t change his mind. Why don’t you refuse you?”
Zhang Xiaowen nodded and understood what the old-fashioned meant, but soon discovered that it was wrong: "No, old-fashioned, since you can see it all, why don't you remind me earlier?"
The old man smiled awkwardly: "I also wanted to understand after the old man refused, but the more the old man refused to say it, the more it explained that the people in Taizizhuang were tricky!" (End of this chapter)