Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"The Meteorological Observatory continues to issue red warning signals for heavy rains, and many places have encountered continuous heavy rains. Natural disasters such as floods, mudslides, landslides and so on have occurred in Shijing, Tongcheng, Liangshan and other areas. The general public please pay attention to travel safety..."

The rain is like a curtain.

The living room was dull.

There was a circle of dead ghosts squeezed on the sofa, describing it as bleak; the news on TV was boring and dull.

The contrast between the two sides is boring.

The room was equally depressing.

Li Changan, who had returned from Xiaoshui, was scratching his head at his desk. Holding a brush in his hand, pressing yellow paper under his elbow, there is a villa design drawing waiting to be copied.

There are many lines on the drawing, and the brush tip is soft. After a while, people scratch their heads and feel irritable and depressed, just like a primary school student rushing for summer homework overnight.

Finally I finished the painting, mixed with a yellow symbol, lit it and dropped it into the clay pot, and waited for the stopper to complete the "Yin House Sending Altar Technique".

Sudden.

From the pile of dead ghosts, rushed out and broke into two pieces.

"Master Dao has worked hard! Just leave this rough work to me."

After speaking, he picked up the jar.

The head flies in the front and the buttocks are chasing behind.

Hurry up and drill into the room.

The living room suddenly boiled, and suddenly the wind was miserable, and the ghosts cried again and again. The dead ghosts of all sizes thumped their feet and screamed a step slower. Instead, the new ghosts got the advantage and took the lead.

But there was no howling, but a string of depressed crying sounded in the room, a bit more desolate than the full house of ghosts, so the group of ghosts turned off the noise, looked at each other, and then whispered.

"Why did he cry first?"

"Can you not cry?"

"A man in his 30s and 40s. In order to buy a house and get married, he worked overtime to deliver food. One inadvertently let the big truck run into two pieces on the spot."

"I can't afford 80 square meters alive. I didn't want to live in a big villa if I die."

"But now I live in a villa, and I don't have a wife."

"You scold again!"

Li Changan swallowed back to his mouth and reprimanded, staring at the group of ghosts piled on the sofa, with regret written on his face.

He bids farewell to Xiaoshui and returns to modern times, and finds that the house looks like a thief has visited. If the phone is not battery, he will have to call 110 on the spot.

Afterwards, calmly thought, this house full of ghosts squatting, which thief has this ability?

Take a closer look. There is nothing wrong with the two rooms. The living room and the bedroom with the jar are in a mess, and there are not too many things. On the contrary, there are more than ten ghosts.

Bring Mr. Wu again to ask.

During this period of relationship, more than a dozen unlucky ghosts have been living in one after another. This new ghost hits the old ghost, what can happen? Hitting.

After hitting and hitting it, it looked like this. Fortunately, the house was shabby, and the slightly valuable electrical appliances were not damaged. In short, the loss was not big, but the jars that were originally used with the "Yin House Sending Altar Technique" were all beaten up. .

None of this is a problem. The problem is that he feels soft for a while and can't hold back the pitiful eyes of a few little ghosts, and promised that they all have big villas.

Damn the big villa!

The Taoist rubbed his sore shoulders, and scratched the chicken coop head in response to the ardent grimace that was full of the house.

What else can I do?

Draw.

It's not easy to lose weight.

He turned out a piece of yellow paper again.

At this time.

"Ding Dong."

Someone rings the doorbell?

Great!

He threw the pen hurriedly, grabbed it three or two steps, and opened the door.

The bright smile disappeared quickly.

Without him.

Eighty percent outside the door is more troublesome.

…………

I haven't had a rest for a few days since I returned to modern times from Xiaoshui.

The pain on his body did not recover, nor did he retrieve the sword that he sent for reforging.

In an afternoon of heavy rain and a group of ghosts, Li Changan welcomed an unexpected visitor to Louguan Taoist priest Zhong Huansu, or Zhong Huansu, a person from the relevant department.

The two exchanged greetings for a while, and talked about some idle stories in the spiritual world.

"Recently, the concentration of spiritual energy has risen again. I am afraid that this room will attract more ghosts. It is inevitable that the ghosts will be devoured. Dao friends should have planned early."

Increase in concentration?

Is there?

Li Changan scratched his head a little.

To him who often walks in the ancient world, the modern world is like a dry pond. Who would notice how wet the dry mud at the bottom of the pool is?

However, thinking of the sudden increase in "tenants" at home.

I probably understand it again.

Could this be the rejuvenation of the legendary aura?

"of course not!"

Zhong Huansu explained skillfully.

"This is just the natural law of the rise and fall of the aura's tides."

"According to the research of experts, the concentration of Reiki has been declining as early as the Qin and Han dynasties, especially during the Sui and Tang dynasties and the early Ming dynasty. It has been almost completely thirsty before the founding of the People’s Republic of China, until the 1980s. The concentration of spiritual energy rose at a very slow rate."

"It's just that in recent times, the concentration of aura has risen abnormally a few times, giving some environment for the breeding of monsters, ghosts and snakes, and the department is short of manpower, temporarily ineffective in monitoring, and causing some minor disturbances."

"But fellow Taoists don't have to worry."

"I heard that the upper party is already drawing up new policies and guidelines to deal with possible future changes in the situation. The expansion of department personnel is certain, but the recruitment of those personnel is still being studied."

"But it is certain that the control over practitioners will be strengthened. The attitude of turning one eye and closing one eye will no longer exist. After all, the world of practice is not a place outside the law."

After talking a lot, Zhong still put on the professional smile of a Taoist priest.

"I said so much, do you understand it."

It couldn't be more clear.

"You are looking for temporary workers."

"Why don't you want to give money!"

…………

"Wuliang Tianzun, can you discuss money issues."

After some friendly "negotiations", Zhong Huansu moved out with a fairly generous salary. It seems that when this Taoist priest became an official, his work style was not pure.

Li Changan didn't want to agree. He was still in a period of fatigue. He just wanted to stay at home drinking happy water and eat takeaway, happily gaining weight and mold.

But reality doesn't allow it.

He often jumped across the two realms repeatedly, and got a strange disease called "see money as floating clouds". He didn't have a concept when he spent money. This time, Xiaoshui and his party did not get any floating wealth. After all the miscellaneous expenditures, my pockets are cleaner than my face.

"Let's talk about it first."

Li Changan muttered "a penny stumps a hero."

"What kind of job is it?"

Zhong Huansu took out a folder and handed it over, said slowly.

"A week ago, a professor named Shao Ye from Jinguan University applied for an archaeological work. The destination was an old village in the mountainous area of ​​Liangshan County. The village was suspected to be related to a ‘huidaomen’ active in the late Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China.”

"A side door or a demon?"

"At that time, it was difficult to tell whether it was true or false, whether it was a person or a ghost, and coupled with the turmoil of the times, most of the files were scattered, and now it is not clear."

"Why don't you stop this archeology."

"That old saying, our country is vast, rich in resources, and has a long history. There are so many monsters, ghosts, snakes and gods all over the world. If you stop it every time you touch it, society will stop functioning. Besides, most of them are completely completed with the exhaustion of aura. Cultural relics."

"Since Brother Dao found me, it means that it is not in most areas, right?"

"We are not sure either."

He explained.

"This sect first appeared in the Guangxu period, and its influence spread rapidly. It is said that some warlords in the southwest had their shadows behind them, but it suddenly disappeared around 1920, along with most official and private records. Disappeared together. During this period of time, the spirits were different, some troubles occurred, the department looked for clues, and it was dug out in the scattered files."

Li Changan thought for a moment.

"Anymore?"

"Gone."

Zhong Huansu shook his head helplessly.

"The dossier has been scattered so badly. They don't know what organization, the name of their leader, and which gods they worship. There is only one record with low credibility, saying that they rely on the same **** for their mission."

"What is it?"

Zhong Huansu suddenly straightened up, his expression became serious, as if the judge in the temple came to the world, the house full of ghosts suddenly fell silent and did not dare to whisper, and suddenly only the suppressed light and the rumble of rain remained in the house.

Li Changan remained unmoved, still flipping through the documents in his hand.

This page is the old village mentioned by Zhong Huansu.

Not much text is attached to a photo.

The photo is a little fuzzy from the ages, but it can also be seen that it is a village hidden in the valley, with black tile roofs arranged in a ring, densely connected to each other and clustered together, like a circle of centipedes curled up.

Zhong Huansu's voice slowly sounded.

"Living dead, flesh and bones."

"Returning the soul sand."