Trafford’s Trading Club

Luo Zheng's drinking capacity is not as strong as he said. Of course, he drank most of the beer, which may have something to do with it.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and Luo Zheng was already drunk and unconscious.

Luo Qiu didn't intend to disturb him. He just covered him with a quilt and started packing the things in the living room.

"Brother-in-law...what happened to you..."

Luo Qiu stopped and glanced at Luo Zheng. Luo Zheng was just drunk and talked in his sleep. Then he moved his body again and fell asleep.

There was a rumbling sound outside the house, which was the sound of thunder in the distance. Luo Qiu opened the front door and cast his gaze on the dark night sky.

There was thunder, maybe it would rain soon, and the wind suddenly became cooler... And on the other side of the distant mountain top, a green and black air was turning into a pillar of light and hitting the night sky.

It was an aura that ordinary people couldn't peep into... an extremely strong resentment, the source of which was the reservoir that had been built for decades on the top of the mountain.

Boss Luo could even clearly see dozens, hundreds, or even hundreds of pale, stiff, painful and even distorted faces in this blue-black resentment. They finally gathered together and finally turned into a more... For the huge face.

Round pupils, round mouth... Behind it, it was as if everything had been drained away, leaving only the shell of a face with nothing left.

It was galloping, dragging a long green and black air at the end, and instantly passed over the mountain top, landing over the village of Luojia Village, and then rolled down like a tornado, and in an instant it was like a tornado. It pestered Luo Qiu around his entire hometown.

"You fell in love with Dazhe, but I didn't do anything to you. Of course, because you didn't do anything, I allowed you to wander around my house before. But now... what are you going to do?" Luo Qiu calmly said asked.

I saw these green and black energy spinning faster and faster at this moment.

"Do you want to buy something from me? Guests?" Luo Qiu asked for the second time.

However, there was a sudden strong wind all around, with screams, like crying and roaring, and the flying sand and rocks were squeezing towards Luo Qiu at the same time.

"It seems that there is only a sense of resentment that is driving me..." Luo Qiu shook his head, "If you don't want to buy anything, then please go back. Come back when you need it."

However, the green and black energy was shrinking, and instead turned into countless looming arms, grabbing at Luo Qiu at the same time.

"I said, if you don't want to do business, then please go back. As for how you died in the reservoir, whether you drowned or died unjustly in it, it is not what I am interested in. So, please don't disturb the people here. Please also don’t scrape down the osmanthus trees near my house...a lot of osmanthus trees have already fallen.”

Luo Qiu moved his eyes, looked at the arm that was about to touch him, and said calmly: "Please don't touch me."

The arms stretched out in the air, under Luo Qiu's gaze, trembled crazily, shrank one by one, and finally retracted layer by layer into the 'giant face' that seemed to have been drained.

It let out a shrill cry, as if it had been hit hard, and rolled up into the night sky, flying away into the distance.

Luo Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, and everything here returned to its original appearance...the branches that had been hung up were also returned to their original positions.

Luo Qiu closed the door. At this time, sporadic light rain began to fall outside the house. Luo Zheng, who was lying on the bench, suddenly sat up and said in a daze, "Luo Qiu! Let's drink some more...hehe."

Then he drifted off to sleep again.

Luo Qiu smiled and waved his hand to cover Luo Zheng with the fallen quilt again. Then he sat down and drank a cup of tea under the light of a lamp.

Looking through the old photo albums at home again.

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There was a faint thunder, and Lord Jin walked into the Buddhist hall with a solemn expression. Hearing the footsteps, Dazhe stood up, his expression not very good.

"Master Jin, I feel uneasy. I don't know why."

"Of course." Jin Ye sighed and said, "I'm also feeling uneasy. In this kind of weather, I'm afraid the visitor is evil."

"Already...already here?" Dazhe looked around nervously.

Jin Ye solemnly said at this time: "Dazhe, listen to me. I have just asked Datou carefully. In addition to you, Aaron and several others died one after another, and the death conditions were not normal. I After thinking about it for a day, I came up with something. In the reservoir where the child who drowned that year was, people have always slipped and fallen into the water. Of course, some people have brought it upon themselves, and some... But over the years, a lot of resentment has accumulated in this reservoir. , I am afraid that it has long been a hybrid water ghost... or even a fierce ghost with great resentment. The fierce ghost will never give up if it does not take its life, and will easily hate everyone who stands in front of it. Last night, I took action to kill you The resentment on my body is gone, I guess this guy won’t let me go easily today.”

"Master Jin, I have caused trouble for you." Master Jin shook his head, "Don't say that some of these things are not serious. When the matter reaches this point, just face it calmly."

"Okay, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

At this moment, Jin Ye suddenly escaped from his clothes with a simple plastic bag that could be found in ordinary canteens. "Put this on."

"This... put it on?"

"Yes! Put it on and tie it tightly." Jin Ye nodded and said: "I want you to suffocate and experience the feeling of death. Ordinary people cannot see the junction of yin and yang, but there is a situation where ordinary people can also see it. That's when you're on the verge of death. But don't worry, suffocation won't kill you all at once. When your consciousness becomes faint due to suffocation, that's the moment when your three souls and seven souls can temporarily escape from the body. This moment is very important to you. To you, it's quite a long time, but when you see it outside, it only takes a moment, maybe less than ten seconds."

Dazhe grabbed the plastic bag in his hand, bit it and said, "Okay, then I will do what you did, Mr. Jin. But... is this all I need?"

"Of course not." Lord Jin said: "I still have to make your three souls and seven souls move so that you can face this fierce ghost directly. In addition, when you see it, you have to do this..."

As he spoke, Mr. Jin walked to the Guanyin statue in front, moved the Guanyin statue, and took out an earthenware-like pot from under the jar, about the size of a palm, "I will put it on On the roof, I have set up the altar on the lower level. All you have to do is to provoke this evil ghost and lead it to the pot. There is absolutely nothing I can do about this evil ghost's body, but if I say stop, I should Still barely able to do it.”

After Jin Ye carefully told Dazhe some details that needed attention, he asked Dazhe to put a plastic bag over his head, but did not tie it.

At this time, Lord Jin took off Dazhe's shirt, stuck cinnabar with his fingers, and quickly wrote a large number of Taoist words on his back, and read quickly: "He Huifen, the successful wife of the Lin family, is not yet eight years old. Nineteenth birthday... mix the yearly birth with the horoscope, the child screams whooping cough, the emperor Wen is linked to the emperor wu, the first seven are fasting and the last seven are called to summon the soul, the horoscope is Ziping, the book of the third generation..."

I also saw that Jin Ye pressed his hands on Dazhe's shoulders at the same time and sang loudly: "... The green mist in the green house in the Qionglou is fragrant, and the purple orchid is knotted with a red sac. The fairy Yunche is invisible, and Fang Qing is sending Thank you, it's ridiculous. If you don't drink sugarcane syrup, you cry cold tears, and you don't understand the treachery of young people in Qi. You can have Penglai Palace in the sky, but you are a ghost in the world!"

A biting wind suddenly blew outside the house, and Mr. Jin shouted loudly, "The wrongdoer has his debtor, and Lin Congping, the successful son of the Lin family, today is the time for you to claim your life, why don't you show up quickly!!"

In an instant, a wave of green and black accompanied by bursts of thunder, like billowing sand and dust, appeared in front of the door of the nursing home villa.

"Dazhe! Tie the knot! Remember! You must be quick and never hesitate! The devil has no humanity, let alone heart, only resentment! No need to pity!"

Dazhe exhaled silently and tightened the bag around his neck... As he breathed, the oxygen in this narrow space was being consumed rapidly.

Dazhe painfully endured the instinctive urge to tear the plastic bag. He gritted his teeth and the bag covering his head shrank. Under the great pain and discomfort, Dazhe realized a wonderful thing. The feeling is slowly spreading throughout his body.

His pupils were wide open, but he couldn't see anything... When he finally felt the presence of sight, he was already standing on the ground again, probably in the posture of a soul that Jin Ye said.

He was still sticking out of this villa, but it was different from the villa he knew. Now the villa was destroyed and desolate, with black moss growing everywhere, as if it had been eroded by the years after being bombed. ruins that have lasted for decades.

He subconsciously looked up and saw a faint golden light coming from above, which was where the pot arranged by Lord Jin was. This golden light disappeared in a flash, but Dazhe had accurately remembered its location.

Rolling on the ground was a blue-black mist... Right in front of Dazhe, a small figure gradually appeared.

Dazhe subconsciously took a step back, but quickly stabilized his body. He took a deep breath and did this subconsciously, "I know I will be the only one left in the end... You must not let me go, right?" "

"Wei Dazhe..." The voice that came out of its mouth was like a child's voice, innocent and innocent, but it brought bursts of gloomy ghostly energy. It kept calling this name, "...Wei Dazhe...Wei Dazhe...Wei Dazhe" …”

"Stop shouting! Just come if you want!" Dazhe shouted!

It suddenly opened its mouth and swooped in. It pinched Dazhe's neck with both hands and kept shouting: "Wei Dazhe...Wei Dazhe..."

"Yes... you should hate me like this... yes..." Dazhe showed a look of extreme pain, and at the same time he grasped his hands tightly with both hands, "I don't blame you... I will never do this in my life. It’s your fault…but…”

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In the room where the altar was placed, Datou looked out the window anxiously, "Old man, what's going on? Is that ghost here? I'm so worried!"

Sitting cross-legged, Mr. Jin suddenly opened his eyes: "Here he comes!"

"Really!" Datou's heart suddenly jumped, but he said worriedly: "But is this pot of yours really useful... How about we do it another day? Change it to a stronger one, not just steel but at least iron!"

"What do you know!" Lord Jin shouted at this time: "These are ancient objects produced in a Song Dynasty tomb in Daxinganling before the reform. I spent a lot of effort to buy a batch from Mrs. Zhang Lilanfang and placed them under the Guanyin statue. Chanting and reciting scriptures every day strengthens their spirituality! It took me more than thirty years to polish them, how can it be useless!"

But I really don’t understand, who is Zhang Li Lanfang... I’m just worried about my big brother Zhe!

But Da Tou did not dare to speak, because Jin Ye's expression suddenly became extremely solemn, and he could only hear him sigh heavily and say: "Dazhe, you stubborn guy! I asked you to lure it here. , I’m not asking you to die together with him!!”

The big head can't be seen, which doesn't mean that Jin Ye can't feel that Dazhe's soul is intertwined with the ghost's soul at this moment... It's not that Dazhe can't break away, Jin Ye writes behind Dazhe's back With so many cinnabar words on it, at least he can protect himself!

Anger flashed across Jin Ye's eyes at this time, he gritted his teeth suddenly, took off the Buddhist beads on his hands, and then threaded them between the fingers of his hands. Finally seeing the big head, he kept rubbing his eyes, incredible. scene!

These appear to be Buddhist beads ground from ordinary rosewood, and each one is emitting a flowing golden light! Then Lord Jin shouted loudly and threw out the Buddhist bead chain. The Buddhist bead chain instantly turned into a majestic Arhat and turned into a golden light and went away!

In the space of the wronged soul, Brother Zhe's solemn Arhat appeared out of the sky, as if smashing the ghostly space, and directly caught Dazhe and Li Gui!

The Arhat shouted loudly, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, causing this fierce ghost to change all over his body! Arhat suddenly moved his hand and took down this fierce ghost!

A large amount of green and black energy poured into the placed pot crazily. The pot was like a long siphon sucking water, and not long after, all the green and black energy was absorbed into it.

At this time, a yellow talisman turned into golden light and shot directly into the pot. The pot was shaking crazily. It took a long time before it calmed down!

Finally, everything seemed to have calmed down. The disappeared Buddhist beads appeared again and fell to the ground, but they were broken one by one. Jin Ye looked extremely heartbroken.

This was when he was traveling in Tibet when he was young. By chance, he came across something that was given to him by an eminent monk. It was extremely precious. Now that it was broken and could no longer be used, he naturally felt like his heart was bleeding.

Master Jin suddenly vomited out a mouthful of pus and blood, and in an instant he seemed to have aged ten years. He was holding on to the altar and gasping for breath, like a man who was about to die.

"Old man! What's wrong with you!"

"Leave me alone...go, go see Dazhe and let him breathe!! Punch his chest with your fists!"

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After struggling for most of the night, Dazhe finally woke up. Still in the Buddhist hall, he glanced at Master Jin. At this time, Master Jin was sitting cross-legged on the futon in front of the Guanyin statue, but there was already a He bought a pot with a yellow talisman on it.

"Old man, how are you?"

"You can't die yet, but it's coming soon." Lord Jin slowly opened his eyes, glared at Dazhe fiercely and said, "Fortunately, you didn't ask me to be your master, otherwise I would piss you off sooner or later! I let you Did you die together with this evil ghost?"

Dazhe looked at the pot in front of him silently, "Is it... is it already inside?"

Mr. Jin sighed, nodded and said, "It's inside. From now on, I need to enshrine it every day and use time to slowly wash away its grievances."

"Must...must be here?" Dazhe asked subconsciously.

Jin Ye frowned and said, "What do you want to do?"

Dazhe said bitterly: "Old man, I want... I want to take it, take Mrs. Lin's child, home... I really want to."

Dazhe knelt in front of Jin Ye and lowered his head.

Master Jin's heartache over having his precious Buddhist beads shattered suddenly faded a lot, and he let out a long sigh, "Idiot."

"Old man, please, Dazhe kowtows to you."

Dazhe kowtows his head again and again. 8