Chapter 129

The noisy neighbors suddenly became quiet. They seemed to be frightened by ghosts. Their eyes widened and their pupils were filled with shock.

"How much? Have you eaten all?"

"All the offerings from the five tombs have been eaten. Are you a hungry ghost reincarnated?"

"You are really good at competing with ghosts for food."

"I can already imagine a group of ghosts preparing to eat, but you are the first to take the table? And you don't even have any leftovers after eating?"

"Hey, hey, hey, remember to say thank you after eating?"

The neighbors saw such a straightforward person for the first time, and they couldn't help but exclaim that the young people were really brave.

An old man with white hair and a cane even raised his thumb.

"Youngster is great! I dare to eat the tributes. I have lived for decades and I have never admired anyone. Youngster, you rank first!"

Du Qianfan couldn't defend himself and could only sigh.

"I really regret it now, and I really know I was wrong. The day after I ate the tribute, I went to return three times the amount of food. But... it was useless."

Du Qianfan smiled bitterly, "I am strong and healthy, and I don't get sick at all. In the past two years, I rarely even caught a cold. After replenishing the tribute, I suddenly fell ill and couldn't get out of bed."

"My colleague who went with me was kind enough to help me find a village doctor."

Du Qianfan's tone became very terrified when he said this, "Do you think that if a person suddenly feels uncomfortable, there must be a cause? But I don't have one. The doctor said that everything is normal in my body. He also said that I am paranoid."

"Paranoid?" Du Qianfan laughed sarcastically, "How is it possible."

"My colleagues who went with me thought I was being lazy and pretending to be sick and didn't want to work. Only I know the fear of being weak all over, with my hands and feet so soft that I can only lie in bed."

He was a little collapsed, He put his hands on the table and rubbed his hair, "Mingming, I don't want this either."

The neighbors looked at each other and comforted him.

"Could it be a psychological effect?"

"It's just eating the meal offerings, how can it be so serious?"

Another neighbor asked Chu Yueqing, "Master, did Mr. Du really get sick because of eating a meal offering?"

Chu Yueqing glanced at Du Qianfan and said, "Offerings are a channel connecting the world of the living and the underworld, and are offerings to commemorate family members. When people offer sacrifices to their ancestors, they usually bring good wishes, hoping that their ancestors can live well in the underworld. Offerings are not ordinary meals, but meals with wishes."

"The fact that the five tombs he mentioned offered offerings at the same time proves that it was not an ordinary day. The ancestors sometimes waited for half a year to wait for such a meal."

At this moment, Du Qianfan ate them all.

Chu Yueqing counted on her fingers, "There will definitely be some impact. Regardless of whether the ghost has malicious intentions or not, eating such a meal will cause great damage to the yang energy. When the yin is strong and the yang is weak, the body will naturally be in poor condition." ⑤2④90819②After

listening to this, Du Qianfan broke out in a cold sweat.

His expression began to become dazed, and he laughed bitterly.

"With such a powerful level, who else should I blame if not them? No wonder they are resentful."

"You shouldn't be so bad just because you ate them for a meal." Chu Yueling picked up the teacup and shook her head. "Heavy yin energy will affect the body. Just like a cold takes a process, the body will naturally recover slowly."

Du Qianfan was originally a good young man who believed in science. After encountering a series of strange things, he finally chose to believe in metaphysics and followed his friend's advice to return to Hong Kong to find a master to see things.

As a result...

the master didn't believe him?

Du Qianfan was anxious: "Master, I really encountered some very strange things, please listen to me."

"After I felt unwell, I soon started to have nightmares. Many times, I had one dream after another, but the content of the dream would never change.

Du Qianfan recalled the nightmare, sweat slowly seeped out of his forehead, his expression turned into panic again, and his thumb kept rubbing his sleeves.

"A lot of people..."

"Really a lot of people."

"Men and women, young and old, in my dream, they surrounded the bed and said nothing, their eyes staring at me, and everyone's finger pointed outside the door."

"It happened so many times, I thought they wanted to hint at something. "

Du Qianfan once woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, and he felt as if he had been pulled out of the water. He couldn't stand this torture, so he turned on the flashlight and walked out of the thatched house.

"Following the instructions, I found the place. Guess where it is?"

The neighbors shook their heads and couldn't guess.

"It's the tomb where the offerings were eaten before. "Du Qianfan was shivering.

He would never forget how panicked he was when he saw those snow-white tombstones under the cold moonlight, and his calves were shaking.

Finally, he realized that all this was a punishment from his predecessors, a punishment for him to eat the offerings.

He knelt down and kowtowed in front of each grave, begging for mercy over and over again. He thought

that in this way, his predecessors would be able to forgive him.

"Am I naive and have robbed the souls of their food? How could they forgive me so easily? When I was kowtowing, I heard a very noisy voice saying, go, go quickly."

Du Qianfan's tone became more and more panicked, and he quickly covered his ears with his hands.

The voices of the old and the young merged together, as if they were still in his ears.

"They don't want to see me, and I dare not anger them. Things got more and more exaggerated afterwards. In addition to having nightmares, I could already feel them touching me with my limbs."

"If I'm by the door, they'll push my heels."

"If I'm on the bed, they'll keep pushing my waist."

Du Qianfan was actually pushed once and fell flat on his face at the door. It's hard to imagine if he was in a pond, or somewhere higher, whether he would have fallen to death.

He kept pulling at the cloth on his thighs, his eyes wide open in fear.

"The ghosts are taking my life, this is definitely like in A Nightmare on Elm Street, the ghosts are taking my life! They want to kill me!"

"Master, please write me an amulet, please save me!"

Du Qianfan finished speaking.

The neighbors fell into an eerie silence.

After a while, they started to get excited.

"It sounds like these wronged souls are really fierce."

"It's a pity that he died when he was so young."

"In my opinion, he deserves to die. Who made him so hungry that he ate the tribute?"

"That's right, if you dare to eat the tribute, you must be prepared to die."

"Are you sure? Even if you eat the tribute, it's not worth losing your life, right?"

"Everyone should be quiet and see what Qingqing says."

Everyone looked inside again.

The sun shone in from the small window and slanted onto the long table.

Chu Yueqing frowned slightly and counted with her fingers.

After a while.

She looked at Du Qianfan, who had his suit open, his face pale, his hair messy, half of his face covered with stubble, and a look of faint collapse. She

raised her eyebrows.

"You said those seniors wanted to kill you?"

"But... they obviously just wanted to save you."

After saying this.

Du Qianfan, who was about to collapse, had his brain crashed.

"Save...save me?"

Du Qianfan opened his eyes and met the girl's clear eyes.

Chu Yue's fair face showed a hint of confusion: "Your forehead has no fierce look, and your eyebrows are thick and long, which represents a healthy and long life. You will not die suddenly in the short term."

What she said made sense.

Eyebrows are the longevity palace of the twelve palaces in physiognomy. The thickness and length of eyebrows can show a person's vitality and life span.

Du Qianfan had long eyebrows and didn't look like he was going to die, so how could he be killed suddenly?

"You don't have much Yin energy, it's because of the tribute. If there are Yin things that want to harm people, there will definitely be more than this Yin energy."

Du Qianfan didn't understand: "If they don't want to harm me, why do they bother me?"

He was clearly haunted by things every night when he was in Tang City, so why did the master say that those things wanted to save him?

You must be kidding.

Ghosts can save people?

Chu Yueqing was not in a hurry and smiled: "Let's start from the beginning."

"Your ancestors should be a family of scholars, and your horoscope has a deep literary and moral influence. There are two sons in the family, and you are the youngest, with an older brother. You have good academic performance since childhood, and your horoscope has more water and less fire. This horoscope will make you more cautious, and the most suitable career for you is civil engineering. More water and less fire complement the five elements of civil engineering."

"In other words, as long as you work in the right industry, they will complement each other, and your career will get better and better. According to your horoscope, your career line is indeed getting better and better. In other words, you are doing well in civil engineering."

Du Qianfan is still a little confused.

He had indeed just met Master Chu. How come the other party knew so much about him after just one meeting?

"Yes, there were many poets and painters in my ancestry, all of whom were quite famous. There are still many authentic works in my family. As for my current occupation, it is indeed civil engineering. I returned to the mainland because the boss cooperated with the senior management of Tang City to build a highway."

Seeing that Chu Yueqing was right.

Du Qianfan thought about what the master said about the ghost wanting to save people, and he was not so resistant in his heart.

"Master, what's going on?"

Chu Yueqing explained slowly: "In fact, this is all related to the roller you used to build the highway."

"Roller?" Du Qianfan was completely confused.

"Master, why is encountering ghosts related to the roller? It feels like there is no connection between the two."

The neighbors were also confused.

"Yes, Lingling, why is the ghost related to the steamroller?"

"Shouldn't it be related to eating the offerings?" Chu Yueling turned

the teacup, "Of course it is related, and it is quite related to the steamroller." She put the teacup on the table. "Everyone should know that there was a big earthquake in Tang City in the 1970s, right?" After saying this, the air became quiet. No one will forget the catastrophe that year. The 7.8 magnitude earthquake caused a total of 240,000 deaths. That night is a night that many people will never forget. After the disaster, it touched the hearts of people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and in four places in China. Suddenly, a choking voice came from the crowd. "I know about this earthquake. Many people couldn't escape in their sleep. My aunt died that year." More and more voices came out. "The earthquake was so terrible that year. I also went to the scene to help with the rescue. Many elementary schools collapsed. I pulled out many little hands and feet from inside. They were all children." The person who spoke was in tears. Perhaps she was pulled up by something that had been buried in her heart. She covered her eyes and waved her hands with regret. "I really can never forget that scene. Many parents lost their children, and many children also lost their parents." "There were also teachers who never came out to save students, couples who hugged each other and died in despair, and an old man who held several children in his arms to resist the huge rocks for them. Alas... in the end, none of them escaped." "The day after the disaster, a large-scale burial was organized. A large pit was dug near Nanhu Park, and layers of bodies and lime were placed over and over again until the pit was filled." "Alas, in that devastating disaster, too many people died in Tang City, and the city was almost empty." Du Qianfan was quiet for a long time. When he went to Tang City, he actually heard people in that area talk about the earthquake. Thinking of the nightmare, the old people and children were covered in loess and mud, some children had bloody heads, and some children were beheaded. Just a pair of sad eyes looked at him, and the atmosphere was desperate and suffocating. Du Qianfan suddenly said: "Master, are they...are they the victims of the earthquake?" This time, Chu Yueqing nodded: "Yes."

"There were many victims at that time, but there was only one situation where there was a tombstone. That was for the victims who participated in the rescue operation. Friends and relatives would help reserve a place for them. That's why the graves you see are in a row."

There were so many dead that leaving a grave was the greatest respect.

Du Qianfan never thought that there was such a story hidden in it.

His fear gradually subsided. "Master, how can being pushed by ghosts be related to the road roller?"

Chu Yueqing counted with her fingers and said with a smile, "You live not far from the road roller, right?"

"Not far indeed." Du Qianfan nodded repeatedly, thinking of the days when he was tortured by the noise, his face was full of distress. "It's just behind my thatched house. You don't know that the thatched house is made of mud without cement, and the company is still rushing to complete the work and does not stop working at night. As a result, when the road roller is rolled, the surrounding soil will also shake."

The muddy ground of the thatched house aggravated the situation.

Sometimes, he could feel the slight vibration even when sleeping on the wooden bed.

"This incident has a lot to do with the road roller." Chu Yueqing continued to calculate, "When the road roller rolled the road, it shook the ground quite a lot, so they naturally thought there was an earthquake."

"They pushed your heels and waist... they just wanted you to run."

The whole audience fell silent.

No one thought that the truth would be so unpleasant.

Those who participated in saving lives during the earthquake, even if they died, were just wasting their spiritual power to save another innocent life.

At the door, a man in his forties also had tears in his eyes. "It's so touching. I thought it was the ghosts that harmed people, but it turned out that the ghosts saved people."

"They... don't want anyone to be trapped in the dark underground anymore."

"Even if they die, they are still thinking about helping people escape."

"These damn earthquakes, can they not get close to us in the future?"

Du Qianfan was speechless.

He never thought that the truth of the matter would be like this.

Chu Yue smiled and asked, "Do you still need the amulet code?"

"No, no." Du Qianfan shook his head in despair.

The wronged spirit that had troubled him for a long time, it turned out... was not not harming him, but wanted to save him. Thinking of the offerings, Du Qianfan raised his hand and slapped himself twice.

Du Qianfan sincerely repented with a red face.

"Master, I will book a flight back soon, and I must apologize to the seniors in front of the grave."

Chu Yueqing saw his regret and counted on her fingers, "Don't worry, the seniors don't blame you for eating the offerings. In comparison, they are more worried about your life safety. As for the negative energy in your body, you don't need to do anything. It will naturally dissipate after a while."

"Thank you, Master."

Hearing this, Du Qianfan's eyes were even more moist.

He is really... not a human. He

didn't understand the seniors' painstaking efforts before, and he ate up the seniors' offerings.

This time when he goes back,

he will give the seniors offerings for a week in a row so that everyone can eat well.

After the fortune-telling,

the neighbors who gathered in the Feng Shui shop gradually dispersed.

The sun was setting, time was passing slowly until the afternoon, a breeze blew in, blowing up the white gauze beside the window.

Chu Yueqing put away the tea sets on the table, she made a chair and put it in the storage cabinet next to the display stand.

Just after closing the cabinet door and preparing to come down, she heard a voice coming from behind.

"Sister!"

Chu Yueqing turned her head, and Chu Yi jumped in from the stairs, with a youthful and playful smile on her little face. She tilted her head to the side, and her ponytail tilted to one side.

"Sister, I've already delivered the dessert for the uniformed police."

"Thank you." Chu Yueqing got down from the chair, moved the chair to the corner, turned around and smiled, "I give you a big thumbs up."

"You're welcome." Chu Yi took Chu Yueqing's arm, "Sister, what are we going to eat tonight?"

Suddenly.

A voice came from the partition.

"Why don't we go to Mong Kok to eat Typhoon Shelter Fried Crab? I'll treat you?" Wei Yanlin poked his head out of the dessert room with a red plastic bag on his head. He grinned and showed his white teeth. His gray Taoist robe and his red hair wrapped like a halved egg really made him look very funny.

"Yu Ji's Typhoon Shelter Fried Crab, I'm not exaggerating, it's a 30-year-old brand, everyone who has eaten it knows this."

He gave a thumbs up.

"Well... but I want dessert." Chu Yueqing tried to hold back her laughter, but finally couldn't hold it back. She and Chu Yi looked at each other and laughed.

"Brother Yanlin." Chu Yi held her belly and laughed until tears welled up in her eyes. She pointed her finger and said, "The sweet soup has been sold out, but you still don't want to take off the plastic bag?"

"Pay attention to hygiene." Wei Yanlin clapped his hands and walked out. He had just helped to clean the sweet soup compartment and shook his dusty Taoist robe.

The sun shone into the Feng Shui shop, and the air was filled with dust particles.

He pulled off the plastic bag with one hand, and shook his burgundy hair in a pretentious manner, "Any dessert is fine. There's a pastry shop next to Yu Ji. The rice cakes there are very beautiful. Order a plate of tofu pudding, oh, it's delicious!"

Chu Yueqing couldn't help laughing, "Why don't you take Chu Yi with you? I have other things to do later."

"Busy." Wei Yanlin sat down at the table, with his hands on the table. Seeing that Chu Yi had already entered the kitchen, he glanced around, leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Xingxing, what about what I told you before?"

"What?" Chu Yueqing blinked in confusion.

Why, did she tell Wei Yanlin about something before?

Wei Yanlin looked deeply shocked, holding his heart, "That's what I proposed before. I'll work for you for free, and you'll teach me how to read the ancient books passed down by my master."

He

was afraid that Chu Yueqing would not agree, so he put his hands together and kept muttering, "You are an old man with infinite merits and boundless magical powers. Please help me."

"It's worse than killing me to let me understand the obscure and profound antique books by myself."

Wei Yanlin was in urgent need of guidance. In the past, he had also asked other teachers from the Metaphysics Society for help.

The result was

that they said that they couldn't understand the books of other schools, so why not read them? ? ?

He had no choice but to look around and found that the most powerful person was Chu Yueqing. If she was not willing to help, his ability in this life would only be half-baked.

The boy in the gray Taoist robe had red hair and a pair of bright eyes with a very expectant expression.

Just when he was getting disappointed and his eyes dimmed.

A sentence saved him again.

"Okay."

Chu Yueqing agreed.

Wei Yanlin raised his head in an instant and said in surprise: "Really?"

"Really." Chu Yueqing nodded, "You do have talent, but let's make it clear in advance. The classics handed down by each school are different. I can help you read them, but practice is up to the individual, and comprehension is also up to the individual. If you want to learn well, you still have to rely on yourself."

The store business is better than she thought, and it really needs manpower. Wei Yanlin is an expert and knows more about Feng Shui than ordinary people.

Secondly, Wei Yanlin's master was originally a very famous Feng Shui master in Hong Kong. Without some skills, you can't reach that height. But maybe because the master died too early, Wei Yanlin couldn't understand many of his own school's classics, resulting in everything he learned being half-baked.

Although Wei Yanlin is a bit reckless, he has helped a lot.

As a friend, we can't just watch him being so useless all the time.

"Of course, don't worry, I will definitely have no problem understanding." Wei Yanlin was in a good mood. He took out his wallet from under his gray Taoist robe and showed two crumpled Hong Kong dollars, saying happily.

"Ayi, let's go! Brother Yanlin will take you to have a big meal!"

Chu Yi had just washed the pot for cooking sugar water in the kitchen. When she heard that they were going to eat, she hurried out without even putting down her sleeves. "Really?"

Chu Yueqing smiled and packed up a few cups of effective sugar water on the tea table and prepared to give them to Ashanpo. The fruits she gave yesterday were not used to entertain guests, but they were made into sugar water and sold a lot.

The effective sugar water is considered a reward.

Suddenly, she stopped smiling and looked outside the store.

A man in a khaki jacket walked in. There was a hint of hostility on his face and a pair of narrow eyes with a cold light. He scanned the store before looking at Chu Yueqing.

"Where is the sweet soup in your store?"

Chu Yueqing felt that he looked very familiar, and vaguely remembered the grumpy man she met with Officer Zhou at the barbecue stall that night.

Oh, there was also a young man who was hit on the head with a beer bottle by him and was bleeding.

However, she only saw his back at that time.

Seeing that some people still wanted to buy the sweet soup, Chu Yi went to the kitchen to check around first, and then came out after confirming that it was sold out, with a guilty look on her face: "Sir, the business is too good today and the sweet soup is sold out. Why don't you come back tomorrow?"

The man didn't say anything, his blue-white eyes darkened, hiding a cold light like a snake spitting out its core.

Chu Yi was a little scared of being stared at, and hid behind Wei Yanlin in fear.

The atmosphere was strange and solemn, as if the water condensation beads in the air were frozen.

Wei Yanlin stood in front of the two girls, put his gray Taoist sleeves into each other, hugged his chest and swaggered over, "I told you that there is no sweet soup. Come back tomorrow if you want to eat."

The man looked around the Feng Shui shop and turned around.

Chu Yueling stood at the back, following the man's lead. Just as he left the house,

the yellow talisman in her trouser pocket quickly heated up, and a hoarse and broken sound came out.

"Revenge, revenge..."