Spirit Hunter of Maoshan Sect《茅山捉鬼人》 Máoshān Zhuo Gui ren
Spirit Hunter of Maoshan Sect, Volume 1 Chapter 1: Strange Disease 1
The 15th day of the 7th month in the Chinese lunar calendar in 1998 is the traditional Chinese New Year's Day, also known as the Chinese Ghost Festival. This is the day of the full moon where greedy spirits enter the house, yin energy is extremely strong, all things are inappropriate, people should especially avoid moving the earth or building anything.
In Huaishang County, Yuzhou, there is a remote mountain village called “Yejia Village”. According to the custom, in this evening, every family burns two thick bundles of paper money in front of their door, one for their ancestors and the other for the passers-by ghosts. The lonely ghost, having taken this family's money, would hurry on his way and would not be enticed to mess with the family.
After burning the paper money, every family closes their doors and windows and rests early, and those who believe in Buddhism also make a prayer that the night will pass safely and hope they will not get focused on ram the dead ghosts that pass by.
Late at night, it rained hard, hitting the leaves, all this time, like a lonely ghost, the wind sobbed, like a cry, but more for this did not add a touch of spookiness to the usual evening.
A vague figure looming in the storm on the village road, walked out of the village, straight up the back hill and into a graveyard.
This graveyard is the Ye family's ancestral tombs, where they buried their dead over the centuries, and in the shadows of the night, there are many graves, with or without monuments, and half looked collapsed, like a hill of buns, looks creepy.
The shadowy figure eventually came to an unmarked grave.
A beckoning ribbon was stuck in the grave, and the ghost hand was usually waving in the wind.
The fresh soil on the grave and the unturned beckoning show that it is a new grave.
"Second sister in law, today is your first seventh day, just in time for another Ghost Festival, I'm here to see you come." It was a man's voice, hoarse, sounding from a man no more than forty years old.
A moment of silence in front of the grave, the man unclipped a red silk umbrella from his back, opened it and stuck it in front of the grave to protect the grave from the night rain, and carefully took out a three-incense cone incense, lit it and stuck it in the mud under the umbrella, knelt down and kowtowed three times in spite of the mud, got up and took a folded flat shovel out of his back. Started digging graves.
The grave was originally fresh soil, soaked in rain, and very soft, so in less than 20 minutes a long opening was dug out and a layer of soil was wiped away, a bright red coffin slab is revealed, as blood drips.
All coffins are painted dark red, while those painted bright red are for those who died horribly, the stronger the redness, the better the effect of repelling evil spirits!
Not only that, on the coffin, there were thirty-three thick red threads wrapped around it, crisscrossing it like a net, wrapping the entire coffin tightly! , as if afraid that something from the coffin might climb out.
The man bowed down to the coffin and said under his breath, "Second sister in law, Dabao, I have come to help you." Taking out his dagger, he cut the red thread one by one, then used the spade head to crack seven seven-inch coffin nails raw, took a deep breath and lifted the coffin- -
A female corpse in a white birthday suit, was lying upright at the bottom of a coffin.
Under the faint light of the incense, but the female corpse's face was pale, but a pair of cloudy eyes were round and wide open, like dead fish, with an expression of It was hideous and frightening, and it exuded an air of extreme coldness. Deadly air.
"Sizzle...."
The man sucked in a mouthful of cold air, and even though he was prepared, his legs became weak at the sight, and he quickly knelt down, facing the corpse of the woman. Knocked three times and shuddered:
"Second sister in law, you died on the maternity bed with two lives in one corpse, but those people in the village kept on talking about the rules of the ancestors and disregarded human decency. The child was taken apart from your womb and you two were buried in two places. Today is the night of your soul's rebirth. I, Ye Dabao, risked my life to dig out your poor child and return it to you."
He said that, taking a cloth bag out of my arms and unwrapping it, but it was the body of a baby!
Placing the corpse on the woman's body, Ye Dabao bowed and backed up, kneeling on the ground, waiting apprehensively. Suddenly, a woman's weeping cry resounds through the storm.
The corpse sat up in the coffin, arms tightened, and ten dry fingers were gripping the baby's back, tightly. Facing Ye Dabao, a wry, extreme smile blossomed on her face.
Ye Dabao knelt down on both knees and bowed again: "Second sister in law, I have fulfilled your wish, and will later help you cover your coffin and fill your grave, so that it will not be evident that it was opened, please Second Sister in law acknowledge my toil and fulfill my wish!"
Having said that, he turned plucking the three incense sticks from beneath his feet, bringing them up under the corpse's face, and toasting the corpse's chin with the smoke, and putting his other hand into his clothes, he took three banana leaves, spread them out, crumple them into the shape of a container, and follow them underneath, mouthing something that doesn't sound like a Chinese language.
The female corpse actually stretched her neck forward and remained motionless, matching Ye Dabao.
A drop of corpse oil fell on the banana leaf. The banana leaf was filled with the five elements of yin, so it will not be corrupted by the corpse oil, but will insulate the yang energy and, in a scientific language, keep the corpse oil active. If you use something else to contain the oil, it will not take long for the corpse spirit to dissipate and the oil will be useless.
Ten minutes later, a layer of corpse oil accumulated in the banana leaf. The female corpse's brow creased a little and she looked horrible.
Ye Dabao quickly withdrew the incense, folded the banana leaf a few times, folded it into a dumpling-like shape, carefully put it away, and saw the female corpse slowly lying back in the coffin, with the baby in her arms, she looked satisfied and his heart breathed a sigh of relief.
"Second sister in law, since you have the baby, after the ceremony for prayers for reincarnation and forty-nine days you will become a mother and child corpse, and you will have your revenge. Dabao will cover your coffin, and you will have a good rest and cultivate."
Ten minutes later, Ye Dabao looked at the pile of graves that he had reburied, and could not see a flaw in the appearance, before he paid his respects and turned around Rush down the hill.
......
A month later, at the house of Ye Family, Old Master Ye, head of Ye Village.
The August fire, the hottest time of the year, other people open the door for ventilation and use electric fans, but the back room of the Old Master Ye's house door was tightly closed, with three coal stoves lit inside.
On the bed, a child of five or six, wrapped in a thick blanket, was still shivering with frozen lips and a mouthful of misty like he was frozen.
Old Master Ye stood in the room for a moment, that is, he was covered in sweat, sighed and walked out of the door, wiping the sweat and tears from his face with all his might.
"Dad, Shaoyang he..." a young woman in her twenties came forward and looked at Old Master Ye with a pair of crying, swollen eyes. She was Old Master Ye's daughter-in-law, the mother of the child in the house, and was named Qiao Yun.
"Let's wait for the little soldier to come back."
Old Master Ye shook his head helplessly, having been a barefoot doctor for decades, there was nothing he could do about his grandson's illness, and for half a month, he carried his grandson behind his back, he ran all over the county and city hospitals, and the big hospitals in the province, and the results were that they could hard diagnose or find out anything, and Old Master Ye began to suspect that the grandson is not sick at all, but has attracted some kind of evil, he had previously invited a village priestess to perform a ritual, but it didn't work, so he sent his son out to the city early this morning to seek out a higher power to return.
As he was saying that, his son, Ye Bing, returned, but he was followed by an old man dressed as a priest.
"This one is..."
"It's the Daoist priest I invited from the city, he heard about our Shaoyang's situation and is willing to come and give it a look."
"Thank you, Daoist priest." Old Master Ye bowed as he looked the visitor up and down with one pair of eyes.
This old Daoist looked to be in his sixties, very thin, sharp-cheeked, with eight eyebrows, triangular eyes, an old Daoist robe that couldn't be any older, and a back canvas bag, eyes looking all over the place as soon as he entered the house, thieving eyebrows, and no sense of spirit essence.
Old Master Ye's eyebrows furrowed, there are too many liars in the country these days, there are also fake Daoist monks, he looked across at this old Daoist priest who didn't look like he was capable of anything! But the so-called sickness is something which needs a solution in a hurry, since the man has been invited, he had to let the man have to try, then he very politely invited the old Daoist priest to the back room to see the grandson.
》SHOMS 》Chapter 2: The Master last disciple ,
Spirit Hunter of Maoshan Sect, Volume 1 Chapter 1: Strange Disease 1
The 15th day of the 7th month in the Chinese lunar calendar in 1998 is the traditional Chinese New Year's Day, also known as the Chinese Ghost Festival. This is the day of the full moon where greedy spirits enter the house, yin energy is extremely strong, all things are inappropriate, people should especially avoid moving the earth or building anything.
In Huaishang County, Yuzhou, there is a remote mountain village called “Yejia Village”. According to the custom, in this evening, every family burns two thick bundles of paper money in front of their door, one for their ancestors and the other for the passers-by ghosts. The lonely ghost, having taken this family's money, would hurry on his way and would not be enticed to mess with the family.
After burning the paper money, every family closes their doors and windows and rests early, and those who believe in Buddhism also make a prayer that the night will pass safely and hope they will not get focused on ram the dead ghosts that pass by.
Late at night, it rained hard, hitting the leaves, all this time, like a lonely ghost, the wind sobbed, like a cry, but more for this did not add a touch of spookiness to the usual evening.
A vague figure looming in the storm on the village road, walked out of the village, straight up the back hill and into a graveyard.
This graveyard is the Ye family's ancestral tombs, where they buried their dead over the centuries, and in the shadows of the night, there are many graves, with or without monuments, and half looked collapsed, like a hill of buns, looks creepy.
The shadowy figure eventually came to an unmarked grave.
A beckoning ribbon was stuck in the grave, and the ghost hand was usually waving in the wind.
The fresh soil on the grave and the unturned beckoning show that it is a new grave.
"Second sister in law, today is your first seventh day, just in time for another Ghost Festival, I'm here to see you come." It was a man's voice, hoarse, sounding from a man no more than forty years old.
A moment of silence in front of the grave, the man unclipped a red silk umbrella from his back, opened it and stuck it in front of the grave to protect the grave from the night rain, and carefully took out a three-incense cone incense, lit it and stuck it in the mud under the umbrella, knelt down and kowtowed three times in spite of the mud, got up and took a folded flat shovel out of his back. Started digging graves.
The grave was originally fresh soil, soaked in rain, and very soft, so in less than 20 minutes a long opening was dug out and a layer of soil was wiped away, a bright red coffin slab is revealed, as blood drips.
All coffins are painted dark red, while those painted bright red are for those who died horribly, the stronger the redness, the better the effect of repelling evil spirits!
Not only that, on the coffin, there were thirty-three thick red threads wrapped around it, crisscrossing it like a net, wrapping the entire coffin tightly! , as if afraid that something from the coffin might climb out.
The man bowed down to the coffin and said under his breath, "Second sister in law, Dabao, I have come to help you." Taking out his dagger, he cut the red thread one by one, then used the spade head to crack seven seven-inch coffin nails raw, took a deep breath and lifted the coffin- -
A female corpse in a white birthday suit, was lying upright at the bottom of a coffin.
Under the faint light of the incense, but the female corpse's face was pale, but a pair of cloudy eyes were round and wide open, like dead fish, with an expression of It was hideous and frightening, and it exuded an air of extreme coldness. Deadly air.
"Sizzle...."
The man sucked in a mouthful of cold air, and even though he was prepared, his legs became weak at the sight, and he quickly knelt down, facing the corpse of the woman. Knocked three times and shuddered:
"Second sister in law, you died on the maternity bed with two lives in one corpse, but those people in the village kept on talking about the rules of the ancestors and disregarded human decency. The child was taken apart from your womb and you two were buried in two places. Today is the night of your soul's rebirth. I, Ye Dabao, risked my life to dig out your poor child and return it to you."
He said that, taking a cloth bag out of my arms and unwrapping it, but it was the body of a baby!
Placing the corpse on the woman's body, Ye Dabao bowed and backed up, kneeling on the ground, waiting apprehensively. Suddenly, a woman's weeping cry resounds through the storm.
The corpse sat up in the coffin, arms tightened, and ten dry fingers were gripping the baby's back, tightly. Facing Ye Dabao, a wry, extreme smile blossomed on her face.
Ye Dabao knelt down on both knees and bowed again: "Second sister in law, I have fulfilled your wish, and will later help you cover your coffin and fill your grave, so that it will not be evident that it was opened, please Second Sister in law acknowledge my toil and fulfill my wish!"
Having said that, he turned plucking the three incense sticks from beneath his feet, bringing them up under the corpse's face, and toasting the corpse's chin with the smoke, and putting his other hand into his clothes, he took three banana leaves, spread them out, crumple them into the shape of a container, and follow them underneath, mouthing something that doesn't sound like a Chinese language.
The female corpse actually stretched her neck forward and remained motionless, matching Ye Dabao.
A drop of corpse oil fell on the banana leaf. The banana leaf was filled with the five elements of yin, so it will not be corrupted by the corpse oil, but will insulate the yang energy and, in a scientific language, keep the corpse oil active. If you use something else to contain the oil, it will not take long for the corpse spirit to dissipate and the oil will be useless.
Ten minutes later, a layer of corpse oil accumulated in the banana leaf. The female corpse's brow creased a little and she looked horrible.
Ye Dabao quickly withdrew the incense, folded the banana leaf a few times, folded it into a dumpling-like shape, carefully put it away, and saw the female corpse slowly lying back in the coffin, with the baby in her arms, she looked satisfied and his heart breathed a sigh of relief.
"Second sister in law, since you have the baby, after the ceremony for prayers for reincarnation and forty-nine days you will become a mother and child corpse, and you will have your revenge. Dabao will cover your coffin, and you will have a good rest and cultivate."
Ten minutes later, Ye Dabao looked at the pile of graves that he had reburied, and could not see a flaw in the appearance, before he paid his respects and turned around Rush down the hill.
......
A month later, at the house of Ye Family, Old Master Ye, head of Ye Village.
The August fire, the hottest time of the year, other people open the door for ventilation and use electric fans, but the back room of the Old Master Ye's house door was tightly closed, with three coal stoves lit inside.
On the bed, a child of five or six, wrapped in a thick blanket, was still shivering with frozen lips and a mouthful of misty like he was frozen.
Old Master Ye stood in the room for a moment, that is, he was covered in sweat, sighed and walked out of the door, wiping the sweat and tears from his face with all his might.
"Dad, Shaoyang he..." a young woman in her twenties came forward and looked at Old Master Ye with a pair of crying, swollen eyes. She was Old Master Ye's daughter-in-law, the mother of the child in the house, and was named Qiao Yun.
"Let's wait for the little soldier to come back."
Old Master Ye shook his head helplessly, having been a barefoot doctor for decades, there was nothing he could do about his grandson's illness, and for half a month, he carried his grandson behind his back, he ran all over the county and city hospitals, and the big hospitals in the province, and the results were that they could hard diagnose or find out anything, and Old Master Ye began to suspect that the grandson is not sick at all, but has attracted some kind of evil, he had previously invited a village priestess to perform a ritual, but it didn't work, so he sent his son out to the city early this morning to seek out a higher power to return.
As he was saying that, his son, Ye Bing, returned, but he was followed by an old man dressed as a priest.
"This one is..."
"It's the Daoist priest I invited from the city, he heard about our Shaoyang's situation and is willing to come and give it a look."
"Thank you, Daoist priest." Old Master Ye bowed as he looked the visitor up and down with one pair of eyes.
This old Daoist looked to be in his sixties, very thin, sharp-cheeked, with eight eyebrows, triangular eyes, an old Daoist robe that couldn't be any older, and a back canvas bag, eyes looking all over the place as soon as he entered the house, thieving eyebrows, and no sense of spirit essence.
Old Master Ye's eyebrows furrowed, there are too many liars in the country these days, there are also fake Daoist monks, he looked across at this old Daoist priest who didn't look like he was capable of anything! But the so-called sickness is something which needs a solution in a hurry, since the man has been invited, he had to let the man have to try, then he very politely invited the old Daoist priest to the back room to see the grandson.
》SHOMS 》Chapter 2: The Master last disciple ,
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