Let's talk about the details of this female ghost...

I should be able to confirm: "She is the small town hotel, the resentful spirit looking for her daughter!"

"Uncle Liu" in the dream explained in detail that joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire, any obsession with the seven emotions before death can turn into hatred.

She traveled to various cities to look for her daughter out of maternal love. Human traffickers and human trafficking were regarded as evil in her heart. Separation of flesh and blood was seen as anger. Selling houses and land and dying of illness in a foreign land was mourning. If she did not forget to search for her daughter after she died, this obsession would be

Think of it as desire. That is the gathering of the five grievances. This is a resentful spirit.

He shook his head and sighed: "This kind of resentful spirit can be easily overcome by killing evil spirits. It is easy for Nanmaodaomen, but the disciples of Beima should not meddle in such matters."

I suddenly felt my body being shaken violently, and Uncle Zhao's urgent voice kept coming to my ears: "Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen!"

Go! Uncle Liu in the dream waved his hand and remembered that everything in the world cannot escape cause and effect. Every period of cause and effect has a certain number. People will not come together without fate, and ghosts will not come without complaint. First, find out why the village

So many people were pestering the children of the Zhao family.

The violent shaking woke me up from my dream, and I could still feel the burning pain on my face.

I opened my eyes drowsily: "Uncle Zhao? Why did you..."

Before I finished speaking, I stood up from the stool in shock and saw that Uncle Zhao's arms were covered with tooth marks and blood marks.

"Hurry up and have a look with me!" Uncle Zhao pulled me and said: "The child seemed to be frightened tonight. He woke up as soon as he put it on the bed. Your Aunt Zhao had to hold the child to coax him to sleep. When he was tired, let him sleep.

I helped, and as soon as I took the child and complained, the child bit me like crazy."

After saying that, we came to the living room. The child was not making any fuss at the moment and was sucking breast milk in Aunt Zhao's arms.

This time I didn't avoid it, but looked straight at it. I suddenly looked at it with another way of thinking.

Why do resentments disappear as soon as I breastfeed?

Is it out of maternal love? The five grievances of the resentful ghost all come from the love for the daughter. If you think about it, it is not unreasonable. Every time he does evil, the child bites Uncle Zhao. And it is only under the premise that Uncle Zhao scolds Aunt Zhao.

It will hurt people. When I usually make noise, I just use the child's body to shout my daughter's name in the dark night.

etc...

I turned around and thought about it carefully. The door of the mountain temple was clearly attached to the statue of the god. If the ghost of my little wife hadn't been attached to the paper doll, she wouldn't have been able to get in. So how did this resentful spirit get in?

If it’s true that people don’t get together without fate and ghosts don’t come without grudges...

In order to sort out the cause and effect, I first told Uncle Zhao and the others the origin of this female ghost, and then asked him: "You should also think carefully, before the child made trouble, did you go to the town to cause any evil things?

What bad things have you done?"

Uncle Zhao tried to remember: "The last time I went to town, I was buying a coffin for Blind Man Liu, and I met you. How could there be anything..."

No! Aunt Zhao seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly interjected: "It's a child's longevity lock. They are all such careless things. They pick up random things outside and bring them back."

Uncle Zhao suddenly realized it and pointed at the longevity lock on the child: "That's it."

About a month ago at night, Uncle Zhao was running errands for someone in town. When he came back, his motorcycle suddenly stalled. After tinkering for a long time, he couldn't find the reason.

So I went to the woods to relieve myself. By coincidence, I saw a few abandoned clothes, including a women's coat that was still very new. I picked it up, thinking about taking it back to lie to Aunt Zhao, saying that it was bought new for her in the town.

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Strangely enough, Uncle Zhao picked up the clothes and went back, and the motorcycle returned to normal.

After returning home smoothly, Uncle Zhao actually lied to Aunt Zhao that they were newly bought clothes. Aunt Zhao was so happy that she couldn't bear to wear them.

But not long ago, when the child was one and a half years old, Aunt Zhao took out the new dress and put it on, only to find that the inner bag was sewn shut. When she opened it, she found a gold longevity lock inside.

She immediately went to ask Uncle Zhao what was going on, and then Uncle Zhao confessed the matter. Aunt Zhao knew that she couldn't take anything she picked up outside back home, and asked Uncle Zhao to throw it away. But Uncle Zhao was obsessed with money, especially after seeing gold.

I didn't want to throw away the longevity lock, so I brought it to my daughter, saying it was God's gift to the child when he was half a year old.

A few days after this incident, the children began to act up and do evil things. At first, they all thought about Blind Man Liu and completely forgot that there was such a problem.

However, Uncle Zhao looked innocent: "I didn't expect that when I picked up something, I would attract dirty things."

I was really speechless: "Then do you understand now why on the day of death and burial, Taoist priests will instruct family members to burn the clothes, shoes, socks, bedding and accessories that the deceased liked during his lifetime? Especially the objects that were stained by the blood vomited by the deceased before he died.

, or the things you held in your hands before you died, those are the things that are most likely to be possessed by resentful spirits."

After listening, Uncle Zhao shrugged his head and didn't dare to say anything. But I already had a secret idea in my mind. I guessed that those clothes were relics thrown out by the hotel proprietress and were not burned, so I entangled Uncle Zhao on the road.

Jiang Chen, Aunt Zhao asked with a tearful voice: "Tell me, how can this matter be settled so that it can be resolved?"

I don't have a good idea now, but I follow the rules: "It's already dawn, you can go back first, and then give me a handful of incense and a meal."

Fragrance? Uncle Zhao looked at me: "Don't you have it in your temple?"

The rules cannot be messed with. Of course I don't deny it: "If you don't have any at home, you can buy one from me, but I will charge you money."

"You..." Uncle Zhao stopped talking. After a while, he still couldn't bear to part with it: "I have it at home. I will go back and get it for you now."

They left and didn't come back until daybreak...

Uncle Zhao looked very unhappy and brought a handful of incense and a bowl of egg noodles. I took the incense first, lit it according to the rules, and inserted them into the incense burner of the fairy family in the hall.

"Jiang Chen," Aunt Zhao said with concern, "I've been busy all night, let's eat noodles first!"

"Wait a minute, Aunt Zhao!" I didn't dare to pick up the bowl. The slap in the dream taught me the rules. I should check the cause and effect before I act. Then I would collect a stick of incense, a meal, and a red envelope.

If the deities of the Xiangjing Hall are willing to give incense, it means they are willing to help the disciples with this matter. If the disciples come out to carry the bowl, no matter what the meal is, it means that they agree to go to peace.

As for Feng Hong, I didn't say anything. I just took the money Uncle Zhao gave me yesterday as red envelope money.

Aunt Zhao suddenly pointed at the incense burner and exclaimed, why did the incense go out?

Could it be because of dampness? Uncle Zhao was also surprised.

Aunt Zhao scolded him as a tough guy and was reluctant to buy one here.

Buying, buying, buying, Uncle Zhao impatiently touched the money: "Jiang Chen, sell me a handful of the incense in your temple!"

But this is not a question of fragrance at all. Even if I buy a new one, the result will be the same! I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry, Uncle Zhao, I may not be able to control this matter!"

Don't worry, Uncle Zhao quickly pulled me: "Jiang Chen, don't make such a fuss over a handful of incense!"
Chapter completed!