While the Taoist was staring at me, I could see the surroundings from the corner of my eyes. This was a small room, probably only about ten square meters, with only a bed and a futon on the floor. There was a ghost lying there, with long black hair, it was a female ghost, I muttered to myself, it turned out to be an old pervert, the small shabby house looked dirty, the Taoist himself was also very sloppy, and he was actually having sex with a woman, what a hypocritical scum.
"Are you the heir of ghost stories? Which generation?" The old Taoist stared at me for a long time, and finally spoke, his voice like a broken gong.
There is almost no ghost in the underworld who doesn't know about the profession of ghost affairs, so I am not surprised when he asks this question. I answered casually: "The tenth generation."
The old Taoist nodded, counted on his fingers, and then asked, "Your name is Xi Feng?"
I nodded. Xi Feng's name was known throughout the underworld and was very powerful. It was not an exaggeration. There were not many ghosts who didn't know this name.
The old Taoist was counting on his fingers again. I thought to myself, are you annoying? You are pretending to be so pretentious. Do you really think you are a god who can predict the future? But looking at what happened just now, he saved me and Shen Bing. After all, he is a lifesaver. No matter how much I hate him, I can't show it.
"That's not right!" the old Taoist said suddenly and loudly, which scared me. What's wrong with him? He was so jumpy that even the sleeping Shen Bing was awakened. She opened her eyes and looked at the old Taoist in confusion.
"Your father Xi Qing passed away four years ago, but you are still alive. How did you die?" The old Taoist looked surprised.
This sentence is interesting. He actually calculated something. He was not pretending when he was counting his fingers just now. I looked up at the old Taoist and said, "It is calculated that the three souls and seven spirits left the body and entered the underworld by mistake. As a result, they were plotted against and registered with the management office."
The old Taoist saw the Dharma bottle on my waist and saw that the crack was very obvious. He was shocked and said, "The Dharma bottle is damaged. You entered the underworld through the 'Gate of Life'."
"Sheng Men", could he be referring to the Sheng Men among the eight gates of Xiu Sheng Shang Jing Si Jing Kai? I didn't understand for a moment and shook my head to indicate that I didn't understand.
Shen Bing touched his forehead and said, "Where are we? Who is he?" and asked me.
I ignored her. When the old Taoist saw us sitting on the ground, he also sat on the ground and said to me, "There are eight gates in the underworld, which are arranged according to the Qimen Dunjia, namely Xiu, Sheng, Shang, Jing, Si, Jing, and Kai. Naihe Bridge is the Xiu Gate, and Fangshengkou is the Kai Gate. The Sheng Gate is the gate that one enters when one's souls leave the body but are not dead. My great-grandfather once left a Sheng Gate in the shop specifically for emergency use, so that it can be used as a shortcut to enter the underworld without performing a soul-raising ritual."
After hearing what he said, I couldn't help but become suspicious. The shop he was talking about must be my family's ghost shop, and the mysterious black hole under the plaster might be the emergency shortcut to the underworld he mentioned. Why did he call my great-grandfather "great-grandfather"? Could he really be an ancestor of my family
Seeing my puzzled expression, he smiled. You know what, he looked a bit like my father when he smiled. He said, "You probably don't know who I am. I am your great grandfather six generations ago. My name is Xi Guan, and my Buddhist name is Zhen Yang Zi..."
Shit, he is really my ancestor, this is not right, I interrupted him and asked: "Wait, my Xi family tree does have the name of ancestor Xi Guan, but he has never been a Taoist priest."
The old Taoist said with a smile: "That's because you don't know. Back then, I devoted myself to practicing Taoism and didn't become a monk in order to continue the Xi family's lineage. Later, I passed the shop to my son, who is your great grandfather five generations above me, and became a monk. This past event may be against my great grandfather's instructions, so it was not passed down."