brother is right

Chapter 452 You Have No Home? !
"Brother, here we come!"

Wang Qi was staring at one direction, and suddenly called out.

Everyone looked over, and in the darkness, a shadow stepped forward, appeared in front of a house, and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock."

The voice seemed so abrupt in the silence of the night.

County magistrate Li opened his mouth, and finally closed it again.

He can't wait to scold ghosts instead of the common people, so as to set an example.

During this period of time, he watched the night with the immortals. He dared not say anything else, but he was not afraid of ghosts.

And with his fame and fame, he can scold any ghost, but he dare not say anything else, but he can watch the night by himself.

But it was useless, these days and nights, both he and the cultivators of the sect took turns to deal with ghosts with the help of the pamphlets published by Shangxian.

That is really miraculous, otherwise Wang Shangde would not have asked the question like that just now.

This thing should be used by them, but the people can't do it. They are doing it every day and night. Apart from reassuring the people, they have not achieved the desired effect.

That is, the people took the initiative to scold the ghosts.

Except for the first night where they didn't look forward to it, they waited every night. It was really impossible, so they continued to fight to get rid of ghosts.

Like this knocker, there are several solutions.

First, open the door, be sincere, and help the ghost knocking on the door, so that the ghost can disperse.

The people in Fuhushan bought a property for this purpose.

Second, yell loudly and order the ghosts not to enter the door, because it is the owner's house, as long as there is no fear in the heart, the ghosts will also retreat.

The third is to forcibly exorcise ghosts, which is what they are best at, and it is also relatively dangerous. They need to open altars and use magic power to suppress their ghosts.

With Shangxian's booklet, they are much simpler.

But Shangxian always needs the people in the county to speak first. They can't do it these few nights. Ordinary people still don't move. The gates are closed every night, silently, like a dead city.

Probably not tonight.

Lobby at night.

Taking advantage of the dark night, Han Tiechui bowed to the two spiritual seats in the hall, and was about to go back to the house lightly.

"Knock knock."

"Is anyone home?"

The door outside was still ringing, with a faint ethereal sound.

Tonight, the ghost knocking on the door knocking on the door of her house.

According to past experience, at this time, as long as you ignore it and go back to the house to sleep on your own, it will disappear naturally in the daytime.

The ghost of knocking on the door, no one should come in on his own initiative.

It's just that when she got up, her arm slid and touched an object on her waist, and she froze.

In the darkness, she touched the doll at her waist, her thoughts racing.

This doll was given to her by that little girl.

Several days have passed since the people who entered her room disappeared, and the doll has been placed here. At first, she just put it there and did not dare to touch it.

But a few days ago, she found out what these people were doing.

Those who go to the streets during the day to preach that ghosts are not scary, and the "great immortals" who return the pamphlets call them "shangxian".

Although no one saw it, Han Tiechui knew that the "Shangxian" they were talking about must be Song Yin and the others.

Especially this booklet, after she read it, she felt that it was written by Song Yin.

She always wanted to meet them, but as an ordinary person, she didn't dare to meet those people, and felt that she was no longer of the same status.

Han Tiechui touched his flat head, picked up the doll, stared at it in the dark, and then set his eyes on the spirit seat.

In the darkness, the outline of the spirit bit can also be seen.

[Air-eating ghosts are the grievances of forgetting their predecessors. It can be solved by worshiping their ancestors on weekdays. This ghost is born not because of lack of worship, but because it is afraid that people will forget the past.Knowing the past and never forgetting, absorbing its lessons and summarizing its essence, this grievance can be resolved, and its wisdom can also be passed on. 】

This is the content recorded in the [Dayan Ghost Class Encyclopedia].

My parents died some time ago, they were unlucky, they woke up when they encountered a gas-eating ghost, and both of them were sucked to death.

But if I came across this book earlier, shouldn't I?

The resentment in Han Tiechui's heart disappeared in a flash, then she shook her head and was about to enter the house with the doll.

click
At this moment, the direction of the spiritual position suddenly vibrated and a sound came out.

Han Tiechui stopped and turned to look in the direction of the spirit position. In the darkness, she could clearly see that the spirit position of her parents was moving.

click!

The vibration was even louder, and the two spirit tablets even shook apart. The words on the spirit tablets shone with a green light in the darkness, and two balls of green smoke came out.

"Hammer."

Amidst the green smoke, a voice familiar to Han Tiehammer sounded.

The voice was male and female, and they mixed again, calling out the voice.

Han Tiechui was shocked and couldn't help shouting: "Father and mother."

Bang bang bang!
Hearing the sound, the knocking outside the door suddenly became violent.

"Hammer. Come with us, come with us!"

Hearing the voice, Lu Wu also suddenly changed into two fuzzy faces, screaming from one side to the other, and the two faces continued to intersect, and suddenly turned into a big mouth that wanted to devour, biting towards Han Tiehammer. .

"ghost!"

Outside, Zhang Feixuan, who was staring at the room, saw the voice of the knocker getting louder, suddenly his pupils shrank, and he turned to look at Song Yin, "Senior brother."

"Ah, I see."

Before Zhang Feixuan made a sound, Song Yin stared at the room, and they were familiar with that room, it was Miss Iron Hammer's room.

"It can call people, but there is fog, and it can gather people's faces, so what the hell?" He asked the crowd.

Qian Sansi thought for a while, and said, "Shangxian, could it be that he is thinking about ghosts?"

"Ghost thinking"

Song Yin nodded, and called out the encyclopedia, which has a name and a body, and it will naturally manifest.

"It turns out that it is transformed by people's thoughts. When they appear, they can distinguish people's hearts and judge whether they are hate or good. If they think badly and generate resentment, thinking about ghosts will do evil. If it is light, it will cause trouble, and if it is serious, it will kill someone. If it is just thinking, Thinking about the benefits will also soothe people's hearts."

"Shangxian? Thinking of ghosts still has such an effect?" Wang Shangde asked.

The Sigui in their impression was troublesome enough to die, and turned into a dead familiar appearance, crying and howling every night, which frightened the family members to lose their minds.

They also encountered a ghost-seeker who took the whole family away, leaving only one child behind.

"People's hearts turn into ghosts. People's hearts can be good or bad, so ghosts naturally do too."

Song Yin said lightly: "Jinxianmen, seek truth from facts."

It is true that he is a human being, but it cannot be denied that ghosts are also good, such as the ghosts in the village that he encountered back then, and the ghost of the general he encountered when he met the fourth junior brother.

……

Facing the big face biting him, Han Tiechui's heart was full of fear, and he turned around and was about to run outside.

But as soon as she moved, the yellow doll around her waist suddenly flashed a light, which stopped Lu Wu's movements, and at the same time made Han Tiechui's mind clear, and his mind cleared.

She looked at the big face carefully, and even though the face was mixed, the faint facial features felt familiar.

That is
"Father! Mother!"

With tears in his eyes, Han Tiechui fell to his knees, reaching out to touch the green mist.

"I miss you so much!"

The green mist was touched by these steel-like hands, and suddenly trembled, turning into two faces again. At this moment, it was not hazy or faintly visible, but turned into the familiar appearance of Han Tiechui's parents.

"Girl, what are you doing kneeling, get up, it's cold on the ground." The man's face made a sound.

"Hammer, there are ghosts outside, don't talk, we are fine, we are ghosts too."

The woman's face looked out worriedly, "We're here to watch, you go to sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up."

Han Tiechui cried: "My daughter is not filial, she can't even keep filial piety, and she bothered her parents to come and see me."

"It's okay for parents to blame their children, but you can't think about it every day. If you think about it too much, something will happen. But... don't be afraid." The man said.

"Father..." Han Tiechui stared at the elder in a daze.

The green mist that emerged at this time, where there is no horror of dark green, turned into a peaceful and bright green, and the appearance of parents also changed from the gloomy just now, to gradually becoming kind.

"Open the door! Open the door!!"

The knocking on the door outside became louder. Rather than knocking again, it would be better to start knocking on the door.

Han Tiehammer felt agitated for no reason.

This is her home!

"What did you hit!"

Han Tiechui jumped up, his body like an iron wall went straight to the door, opened the door, the fog outside stopped, and then a gust of wind blew out, as if he was about to go in.

"You have no home!!"

At this moment, a roar erupted in the street, and that sound was like a thunderbolt in the silent street, and it immediately blew up the lifeless street.

Faintly, there were sounds in the surrounding rooms.

"What kind of door do you knock on in the middle of the night? If you don't make a sound, your mother is not here. Why don't you know etiquette at all? How did your parents teach you! This is my mother's house, not yours! I want to knock back to your house, don't delay My mother and father and mother reminiscing about the old days! Knock on the door again, and my mother will chop off your hand!!"

boom! !

The door was slammed shut, and the knocker outside stood there for a while, the hazy figure gradually faded and disappeared.

It's not that he entered someone's house, but disappeared directly after being scolded.

"It's done!"

Song Yin laughed loudly: "The fire has been planted, let me think about it, from now on the people in this county will not be afraid of ghosts!"

"Hahahaha!"

Ling Dang was covering her stomach and laughing loudly, her eyes were about to burst into tears, she was pointing her fingers in the sky, "Less! Less! You are less again!"

missing what?Who is missing?
Zhang Feixuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head subconsciously. There were no stars in the sky, but faintly, he always felt that there was something missing in the sky, and then it was filled in by a more strange breath.

He was about to think about it, but suddenly he was shocked, shook his head, and threw away his chaotic thoughts.

"Everyone, the matter has been completed, and I will invite all my comrades, as well as County Magistrate Li, to be more considerate."

Song Yin bowed his hands to everyone.

"Shangxian has an order, dare not obey it." A group of people returned a salute.

This is finally no need to watch the night.

"Be careful tonight to prevent other ghosts." Song Yin said with a smile.

"Senior brother, don't you need to solve this ghost? Could it be that it was transformed by relatives?" Wang Qizheng asked with some expectation.

But he heard Han Tiechui calling his parents loudly in the room.

Relatives can also manifest, so his wife
Song Yin shook his head: "The appearance of missing ghosts is just human longing combined with resentment. They have no memory and no soul. They just act according to the instinct of ghosts, and what they do is nothing but the transformation of people's hearts."

Simply put, what you think, it is.

This kind of ghost.
It's just people's thoughts.

(End of this chapter)