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Chapter 113 The Door God
Fushou Village is not too far from Yong'an River, it's just a small village with about [-] families.

Although the village is small, it has a long history. People living here have been fishing for generations.

Sincerely so, the villagers are very familiar with each other, and most of the people living here have the same surname and clan, so the surname Zhang is the common surname in the village.

Entering the village along the dirt road, Fatty and the others soon noticed that many villagers gathered around the road and looked at this side curiously.

The people in the village have already learned about what happened to Zhang Dong's family through word of mouth, so from their discussions, Fatty and the others can also hear some clues.

"Why did their family suffer such misfortune? How could they be captured by the water ghost?"

"Zhang Dong's child has only been married for two years, and the old couple didn't even like their grandson, so they just encountered an accident."

"Hey, a family of three suffered such misfortune overnight, and Zhang Dong's child couldn't think about it, so he hanged himself on the beam. What a sin, the hemp rope was broken in a narrow place, and bad luck is only for the poor..."

The villagers under the big tree gathered together and sighed. After hearing this, the fat man walked towards the villagers first.

"Uncle and aunt, where does Zhang Dong's family live?"

Although the villagers were puzzled, they quickly noticed Feng Yun and Kong Jie following behind.

The military uniforms worn by the two of them naturally showed the identities of this group of people.

But watching the few people gradually walk into the village, the villagers also felt quite curious. They just left Ti Xingsi on the front foot, why did even the soldiers come on the back foot?
All the houses in the whole village look very new, obviously renovated not long ago.

Fatty and the others followed what the villagers said, and soon saw a one-story courtyard house.

But the strange thing is that the door of this room is not closed tightly, but a crack is hidden, as if someone has entered it not long ago.

The fat man was about to push the door open and enter, but Yan Qilin grabbed his wrist by the side.

Just when the fat man was feeling puzzled, he saw Yan Qilin pointing to the two wooden doors that were partially hidden.

The two wooden doors look dirty, but strangely, the two door god portraits hanging on the door look brand new.

The fat man quickly understood what Yan Qilin meant. The two portraits of the door gods were a bit weird, and they should have been posted not long ago.

Moreover, the left side and the right side of this door god statue are two gods, Shen Tu and Yu Lei, respectively. This kind of door god portraits are rare.

Nowadays, there is still the custom of posting portraits of door gods in many places, but generally the two generals Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong of the Tang Dynasty were posted.

Legend has it that Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty dreamed of ghosts at night, and Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong kept watch at night, and the evil spirits were calmed down.

As the saying goes, they only end up being called Huwei for a thousand years and door gods for thousands of years, which describes these two generals.

Today, the portraits of the door gods of Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong are not uncommon, but the portraits of the two god generals Shen Tu and Yu Lei are rare.

These two are known as the oldest door gods. It is said in the sixth volume of Sou Shen Ji:
There is a big peach tree on Dushuo Mountain in the East China Sea, with a bend of three thousand miles.

The northeast of its humble branch is called the Gate of Ghosts, where thousands of ghosts come and go.

There are two gods stationed there, one is called Shentu, and the other is called Yulei.

Such two portraits of door gods appeared in this village, somewhat out of place.

More importantly, the so-called brand-new portraits of the two door gods are only dust-free compared to the two wooden doors.

In fact, the picture scroll has been slightly yellowed, but it should have been carefully preserved.

"It's not right..."

The fat man frowned suspiciously, and leaned over the crack of the door to look inside. He vaguely felt that there was a person standing in the room at the main entrance, and there were bursts of smoke coming out of the crack of the door.

The fat man quickly made a human mouth shape, indicating that someone had already climbed up before they came, and he was still in that room at this moment.

But what made the three of them feel strange was that the last person who was alive in this room was also hanged on the beam this morning. How could there be visitors at this moment?
Yan Qilin gently pushed the two wooden doors open, trying not to make any noise.

Then a few people tiptoed into the yard, and at this time they could hear the conversations coming from the house more clearly.

"This is fate, there is no other way."

"Suicide is a violent death. If there is no ghost messenger to respond, you can't pass the ghost gate."

"No, if I send you there forcibly, you will only fall into the underworld, and it is impossible to live."

The speaker was an old man who sounded very old, with a hoarse voice and slow pitch.

It is not difficult to hear from his words that he seems to be having a conversation with someone, but the strange thing is that only his voice can be heard from the beginning to the end.

At this time, Feng Yun and Kong Jie also stepped into the yard. It could be seen that the family's life was quite poor before. The yard was empty, with nothing but a few sundries.

"Director, there are people in the room..."

The fat man turned his head and mouthed this at Feng Yun, obviously wanting to get Feng Yun's advice, but unexpectedly, Feng Yun looked away again, looked back at the portraits of the door gods pasted on both sides of the wooden door, and once again drew Fatty's plea for help was ignored.

No way, now the three of them can only rely on themselves.

After looking at each other, the fat man used sign language to ask the two to guard the door, and he opened the door to see the situation. If there was any danger, the three of them would work together to subdue him.

However, seeing the fat man's sign language, Ma Ling'er looked puzzled and lowered her voice to ask:
"what are you talking about?"

Yan Qilin on the other side is also at a loss, Fatty's sign language is not reliable, it seems more like he invented it himself.

The fat man looked at the two of them resentfully, and then chose to use the simplest method, which was to make a knife with his hands and wipe it on his neck.

Only then did the two of them understand, and they stood next to the door, one on the left and the other on the right.

Yan Qilin held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, while Ma Ling'er held the demon stick in her hand.

Seeing this scene, Kong Jie who was following Feng Yun instinctively grabbed the holster on his waist.

Compared with these cold weapons in their hands, Kong Jie obviously trusted the guns in his hands more.

After seeing a few people getting ready, the fat man kicked the door open.

The person standing in the room was obviously startled, and turned around immediately.

Through the sunshine, the fat man noticed that the person standing in the room was really an old man, who looked over 50 years old, and he was holding a pipe in his hand.

The smoke that came out from the crack of the door just now was this man smoking dry tobacco again.

The fat man obviously didn't expect that there would be an old man standing inside, with a fierce expression on his face, and he froze immediately.

"What are you doing?"

Both of them were dumbfounded, and after a few seconds of silence, they asked the same question again.

The fat man looked behind the old man again, he was clearly the only one in the room, and he had clearly heard the sound of conversation in the room just now.

"Who are you talking to?"

The fat man asked again, but the old man took two puffs of his cigarette, looked at the fat man with doubts, and then walked out the door without saying a word.

"Hey hey!"

The fat man quickly chased him out, Yan Qilin and Ma Ling'er who were waiting at the door did not expect that the one who came out would be a strange old man smoking a dry pipe.

It is worth noting that at the moment when he saw the old man, Feng Yun's expressionless face suddenly lit up.

However, this emotion came and disappeared quickly, and no one noticed.

"Old man, we are from the polling bureau, tell me honestly, why are you here, and who were you talking to just now?"

After the fat man showed his waist card, he asked the old man aggressively.

This can't be blamed on Fatty, after all, this old man is really strange, Yan Qilin and Ma Linger also think it is very strange.

"This family is dead, I'm here to see it off, isn't it against the law?"

The old man spoke the most irritating words in the gentlest tone, and this was the first time that the fat man was compared in terms of verbal skills.

Before the fat man could react, the old man walked straight past Feng Yun to the door.

After carefully removing the two door god portraits from the door, he held them upright like treasures, and left the place step by step.

Fatty, who came back to his senses, wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Feng Yun:

"Leave him alone and go about your business first.

It seems that he should be a villager in this village. If he runs away, the monk can't run away from the temple, and he will always deal with him again. "

Hearing this, the fat man had no choice but to give up.

But for that weird old man, all three of them were deeply impressed and quite puzzled.

Especially when he was obviously the only one in the room, but he kept having decent conversations.

This alone is enough to make people puzzling.

But since Feng Yun had already spoken, Fatty and the others stopped insisting, and turned around and entered the house.

The room was still filled with a strong smell of dry smoke, and at this moment the three of them noticed that there were three bowls of water standing upright on the ground after entering the main hall.

The three bowls of water were lined up to form a straight line.

The water was very cloudy, but I couldn't tell what was in it.

"what does this mean?"

The fat man squatted down to study in doubt. At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck, as if water droplets were dripping on his neck.

But the fat man looked up and saw nothing but the beams, let alone water droplets.

"Maybe it's because someone just died, it always feels a bit cold here.

Don't waste time, hurry up to summon the soul, and see if you can recruit the person who committed suicide. "

Ma Ling'er reminded the two of them, and they both nodded quickly.

Immediately afterwards, the fat man opened the universe box. After getting the universe box, the fat man stuffed all the contents of the backpack into the box, and the backpack had been discarded as garbage.

Because of his previous experience in evoking souls in the hospital, the fat man took out the incense ashes, red string and copper coins from it familiarly.

Seeing the busy figures of the three, Kong Jie couldn't help it again, looked at Feng Yun and asked:
"Director Feng, what are your team members going to do? I just heard them say that they want to summon their souls?"

Looking at the surprised Kong Jie, Feng Yun smiled and nodded:

"The polling bureau has a special way of handling cases. People have souls after death, so what can't be asked from the mouth of the living may not be impossible to ask from the mouth of the dead.

However, there is no need to summon souls. "

Feng Yun's words seemed to be talking to Kong Jie, but he was actually pointing at the three fat people.

Sure enough, the fat three who were busy were stunned, then stood up and looked back at Feng Yun suspiciously.

Thinking back to what Feng Yun said just now, the three of them also began to wonder if they had overlooked something.

Soon, Ma Linger looked at Fatty and Yan Qilin with bright eyes and said:
"This person committed suicide, so it's considered a violent death, right?"

These words made the fat man feel familiar immediately, as if the strange old man had also said it just now.

But then the fat man came back to his senses, slapped his thigh and said:
"That's right, ghosts who died violently, especially those who died violently, don't need to summon their souls at all.

The dead ghost violates the way of heaven and transcends common sense. The place where he dies is naturally a prison.

In other words, the hanged ghost should be in this room, where he was hanged, he is still there. "

Right after the fat man said these words, he suddenly realized a problem:
"Could it be that the old man was talking to a ghost just now?"

What the fat man said made Ma Ling'er who was standing beside her shiver uncontrollably.

This kind of thing, just sounds a little evil.

"Think about it, the director must have said before, is there any way to see a ghost?"

"Willow leaves!"

"Cow Tears!"

Yan Qilin and Ma Ling'er each said a way, but right now Fatty doesn't have these two things in his cosmos box.

Until the fat man's eyes fell on the cauldron not far away, he pointed to Yiliang in front of him and said:

"Those things are not prepared, but isn't there ready-made ashes here?"

While talking, the fat man didn't care about getting dirty, rolled up his sleeves and stretched his arms into the fire pit.

Villages like this still maintain the tradition of burning cauldrons, but few people know that the ashes from the bottom of the pot can temporarily open the eyes of the sky.

Of course, compared to Willow Leaf and Ox Tears, this method of opening the eyes of the sky has some disadvantages.

Ghosts are afraid of dirty things, and they are afraid of black and white.

In some areas in ancient times, there was a custom of smearing the bottom of the pot on the body during the Ghost Festival.

In this way, on that day, even if the gate of ghosts is wide open, all ghosts will run away one after another, not daring to get close.

Fatty and the others originally wanted to be able to communicate with the dead souls, so normally speaking, the bottom of the pot is the worst choice.

But for now, they can only use local materials.

Soon the fat man wiped the bottom of the pot and swiped it out, then drew two lines on his eyelids, and painted them on Yan Qilin and Ma Ling'er respectively.

The three of them only felt a tingling pain in their eyes, and they closed their eyes subconsciously, and they opened them slowly after a while.

"Tick...tick..."

When the fat man opened his eyes, he was looking at the ground. Only then did he notice that there was actually a puddle of water on the ground, and it was still dripping down from the top of his head.

"What is this?"

While muttering something, the fat man took advantage of the situation and looked up.

I saw a man hanging from the originally empty beam, with a tongue that was more than half a foot long, and the tip of his tongue was constantly dripping...

(End of this chapter)