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Chapter 172: The Temple

I looked at the night sky outside, it was pitch black.

We are not familiar with the place here, and others cannot see ghosts at all. It is not easy to find the soul of the escaped uncle Zhang Chuanliu.

I thought about it and decided to use the safest way to shout souls.

Even the wandering ghosts have connections with their relatives during their lifetime. They can call back by calling the soul. As long as they are not reincarnated, they can still call back even if they are 100,800 miles away.

But this person who calls for soul must be a direct relative. To put it bluntly, there are only parents or brothers and sisters, and not even one generation after another.

Zhang Chuanliu's uncle and second uncle must not be able to do it anymore. Zhang Chuanliu's uncle has no offspring and only one wife. He has been dead for more than ten years. He has been alone for more than ten years, all of whom are his two nephews, Zhang Chuanliu's uncle and second uncle.

The only immediate relatives left are Zhang Chuanliu, his grandfather, who is his uncle's brother.

When I mentioned this situation, the Zhang family was immediately in trouble.

Originally, I brought back this statue to calm the old man down, but who knew that there was a ghost.

They were all worried about why they had hidden it from his grandfather, how dare they tell him that your brother's ghost was really back? They were afraid that they would be frightened by their grandfather.

For a moment, the Zhang family was also in a dilemma. If they wanted to shout for their souls, they had to let their grandfather go, but they didn't dare to tell their grandfather.

The ritual of shouting the soul is not difficult, and I don’t need to preside over it. As long as I know the method, it’s enough, but the Zhang family has to decide on it for themselves, so I can’t speak.

After a while, Zhang Chuanliu's second uncle finally couldn't hold back and said, "Just tell the old man and let him call him to call him.

But the uncle expressed his objection, saying that the old man is sleeping now, and you call him up and make him scream. If you scare him, who will bear the responsibility? Who can bear it?

The second uncle said again, but we can't just wait like that, and his uncle's ghost will not come back by himself.

The two began to quarrel in a low voice.

At this time, a trembling voice came from outside: "Linzi, Erlin, where are you?"

Zhang Chuanliu's expression changed: "It's grandpa, why are grandpa here?"

At this time, an old man with a hunched figure, white hair and wrinkled face walked in with a crutch.

This is Zhang Chuanliu's grandfather. He is 86 years old this year and is also the oldest man in the village. It can be said that basically the villagers are his juniors, and most of them are indeed related to their relatives.

Uncle Zhang hurriedly went up to support his grandfather: "Oh, Dad, why did you get up by yourself? It's so dark, what should you do if you fall down?"

"Oh, Linzi." Grandpa Zhang reached out and grabbed Uncle Zhang's arm: "I just now, I dreamed of your uncle again."

Uncle Zhang and his second uncle looked at each other. Uncle patted Grandpa Zhang's back and comforted him: "Oh, that's a dream. Dad, look, this Marshal Wang is here, I'm afraid of being an egg."

Grandpa Zhang waved his hand vigorously: "No, your uncle said, he made a mistake and had no reincarnation. He said he was so cold, and he also said that he could only hide in the ancestral hall. We invited Marshal Wang back, so that he could not stay. He was kicked out by Marshal Wang as a kid."

"Oh, Dad, I just said it's just a dream. Don't be afraid, go to bed."

The uncle comforted Grandpa Zhang and helped him out.

At this moment, Zhang Chuanliu, who was standing next to me, twitched his eyes and suddenly chased after him.

"Grandpa, you don't know. My uncle just came back to his soul, but now I don't know where he is going. The gentleman said, "I want you to call me for Soul Sa."

"Chuanliu!" The uncle was stunned and then furious: "What are you saying, come back!"

"Linzi." Before the uncle could finish his words, Grandpa Zhang trembled and reached out his hand and grabbed the uncle's sleeve: "Is what Chuanzi said really scattered?"

"Dad, don't pay attention to him, he's talking nonsense, go back to sleep." The uncle denied it. At this time, the second uncle behind finally couldn't hold back and walked up.

"Oh, Dad, what Kawako is talking about is true. Don't be afraid. The gentleman said he wants you to call me."

As he said that, his second uncle told everything he had just said. The uncle wanted to stop him several times, but he pushed him away.

Grandpa Zhang's face became increasingly wrong, and his body was shaking constantly.

Standing aside, I was a little nervous, for fear that he would be excited and unable to rescue him again, so that today's happy event would become a funeral.

Fortunately, the worst situation did not happen. Grandpa Zhang shook for a while and suddenly burst into tears.

"Oh, I am a miserable old man (brother), you have no reincarnation, why don't I know how to sacrifice? You said you first gave me a dream, why can't you explain it clearly? Oh, my old man--"

Grandpa Zhang cried for a while, and finally got better with the comfort of his uncle and the second uncle. Then he asked his uncle to support him and walked towards me.

"Young boy, are you a gentleman?"

I coughed, "Uh, grandpa, I'm not a gentleman, I'm the Eight Immortals, but I know some tricks. Listen to me and call your brother's soul back, can you?"

"Oh, the Eight Immortals." Grandpa Zhang nodded slowly: "I know, I will do whatever you say."

I breathed a sigh of relief and asked Grandpa Zhang to take a break first, and then asked the uncle and the second uncle to prepare the things to use to call the soul.

Ten minutes later, my uncle and second uncle helped Grandpa Zhang and took me to the room where his uncle lived.

This room is only separated from the ancestral hall by a wall, and it was cleaned very clean at this time.

I first asked the Zhang family to find some clothes his uncle wore during his lifetime, then put these clothes and pants into human shapes on the bed in the room, then lit an incense burner at the head of the bed, and then found yellow paper to squat on the head of the bed to burn.

Then the Zhang family brought a living big rooster and placed it on the bed with a human-shaped dress.

Finally, I started calling for the soul.

I asked Grandpa Zhang to hold a big bowl in his hand, with yellow paper sticking around the bowl.

Then Grandpa Zhang squatted in front of the door, holding a bowl in one hand and a rice spoon in the other, and a bucket of water at his feet, containing clean water.

Then the shouting began.

Grandpa Zhang's right rice spoon knocked heavily on the threshold and shouted: "Zhang Shunde!"

Zhang Shunde is the name of Zhang Chuanliu's uncle.

Then Grandpa Zhang used a rice spoon to scoop a spoonful of water from the bucket, then sprinkled it on the ground in front of the door, then scooped up another spoon and poured it into the bowl on his left hand.

Then knock on the threshold with a rice spoon again and repeat the previous action.

I held up the incense burner, stood at the head of the bed, observing the situation.

With Grandpa Zhang's screams, the incense head lit in the incense burner in my hand became brighter and brighter, and a layer of clean water had already been stored in the big bowl held by Grandpa Zhang's left hand.

Zhang Chuanliu, who was behind Grandpa Zhang, glanced at the big bowl and exclaimed: "Why is there a moon in the bowl? There is no moon in the sky tonight."

My light also saw the scene in the bowl, and in the water, a thin and curved moon light reflected.

And we are in the house now, and it is impossible for us to reflect the moonlight at this angle, let alone, it is cloudy tonight, the sky is pitch black and there is no moon at all.

I looked at the bright incense head and the crescent moon in the bowl again, knowing it clearly that this means that calling the soul has a useful effect.

At this moment, the rooster who had been lying quietly on her clothes suddenly screamed, which scared everyone in the room.

I placed one finger in front of my lips, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Then every time Grandpa Zhang shouted, the rooster crowed as if echoing him.

As time goes by, the incense in the incense burner in my hand is rapidly shortening, and the crescent moon reflected in the bowl held by Grandpa Zhang has also begun to slowly turn round.

When the incense burns out and the moon turns into a full moon, the rooster will jump off the clothes, which means that the soul-calling is successful this time. Because this living rooster is the messenger who guides the wandering souls.

But when the incense in the incense burner had burned to less than a small section of the fingernails left, and the moon in Grandpa Zhang's bowl was already very close to the full moon, the rooster's cry stopped.

Then no matter how Grandpa Zhang shouted, the incense and the moon in the bowl no longer changed, and the rooster no longer crowed.

Grandpa Zhang seemed to notice something, and his movements began to speed up, but it did not work. The short piece of incense in the incense burner, no matter how it was burned, it would not be shortened. The rooster lying on the clothes was as if dead, without saying a word.

I frowned and felt something was wrong.

As a person who holds the incense, I can feel that the wandering soul being shouted is approaching.

At this moment, he was even close to the gate of the old house.

But for some reason, I stopped there, and it seemed that I couldn't get in.

I frowned and called Zhang Chuanliu over in a low voice, asking him to go out and open the door.

Zhang Chuanliu was stunned for a moment: "It was opened before."

"No need to worry, then you can drive it again."

Zhang Chuanliu said oh, and then after a few minutes of going out, he came back in panic.

"Uncle! Uncle is standing at the door!"

Others also became turbulent: "Is it true or false?"

"Really!" Zhang Chuanliu nodded desperately in the direction of the door: "As soon as I arrived at the front hall, I saw him standing at the gate, but before I came in, I stood there. He didn't answer if I called him. I was so scared that I ran back."

I frowned and asked Grandpa Zhang to continue calling, then asked my uncle and second uncle: "Did you put something at the door? I can't seem to be in my uncle."

The uncle's head shook like a rattle: "No, nothing, nothing. Besides, this is originally my uncle's house. He ran out just now, how could he not get in?"

When I thought about it, it was true. He had been in the ancestral hall before we came, and he ran out not long ago. How could he not come in now?

Is there any other reason?

I thought hard for a while, then looked back at the wall behind me. On the other side of the wall was the ancestral hall.
Chapter completed!