Chapter 13: Master Changle's View on Changle Mountain
"Because I'm not skilled enough." Yang Guisi clapped his hands casually and said bluntly, "The watermark just now didn't even leave the slightest trace on the talisman paper. Once it dries completely, it will be useless."
Chang Xile tried to understand, but failed. She still couldn't convince herself that Fang Xinai was possessed by a ghost.
"Don't worry about her for now." Yang Guisi raised his eyebrows and told her, "Do you know that you are now haunted by evil spirits?"
"Me?" Chang Xile pointed at himself. "What do you mean?"
"Ever since you came back." Yang Guisi tapped her fingers, shoulders, back, and finally her neck. "Don't you feel anything is wrong?"
"No feeling." Chang Xile's only recent worry was understanding cat talk. But what threat could a kitten pose, let alone a demonic aura? "If, as you said, Fang Xinai was possessed by a ghost, then maybe that starving ghost also tried to haunt us? That's why there's the demonic aura you mentioned."
"I can tell at a glance that you're an outsider. Demons and ghosts are different." Yang Guisi sneered.
When Fang Xinai walked out of the bathroom with a pale face and covering his mouth, he heard Yang Guisi giving Chang Xile some "popular science".
"Let me ask you, have you ever seen strangers in your dreams?" Yang Guisi glanced at Fang Xinai and simply asked both of them at the same time.
Such dreams are very common, Fang Xinai and Chang Xile both nodded.
"Then, can you see the stranger's face clearly?" Yang Guisi continued to ask.
The two people's responses were different. Fang Xinai shook his head, while Chang Xile nodded hesitantly.
What a familiar question! Her aunt asked her the same question when she was in the hospital.
"You can't see clearly." Yang Guisi gave Fang Xinai an affirmative look, then looked at Chang Xile cautiously, "It's difficult for people to imagine the appearance of someone they have never seen. If you see a stranger's face clearly in a dream, it means that a strange soul has entered your dream and wants to confuse you. But demons have physical bodies and cannot enter your dreams. This is the difference between ghosts and demons."
"Then what should we do?" Fang Xinai was very concerned about this question. Although she had been unable to control herself and was busy eating, she still had a clear mind and listened to the popular science story about the "starving ghost". Now she was convinced that she was possessed by a ghost.
"Ah, they usually look good, and then try to seduce you into following them or something. Anyway, just don't agree, they're all weak guys." Yang Guisi waved his hand nonchalantly, "The one on you should be different, this one is a little stronger."
"According to you, where is this ghost?" Chang Xile turned around on the spot, trying to find the substance that Yang Guisi mentioned, which did not exist at all in her opinion.
"Not here." Yang Guisi sat back in his chair, crossed his legs, and casually opened a folding fan. "Just kidding, I'm a ghost official. Ordinary little guys have to stand aside."
"Are you really that great?" Chang Xile asked, "But people online say you're the next generation's inheritor of science."
"That's because!" Yang Guisi's eyes widened and she straightened up, as if she had been deeply insulted. She took a deep breath and calmed down. "That's because there are more people in this world than monsters, okay? How can I encounter so many gods and monsters?"
"Well, the chance of meeting is not high. But the chance in our dormitory is one in two." Chang Xile nodded and refuted her calmly.
Yang Guisi seemed a little guilty. She coughed twice, touched her chin and said, "Well... Don't worry, I will be responsible for you."
Due to Yang Guisi's personal physical condition, she and those close to her are more likely to encounter strange things.
Therefore, she helped these roommates solve their problems not out of a sense of charity, but because "one's karma should be borne by the individual" and because she changed the fate of others and should be held accountable for it. Yang Guisi firmly believed in this principle.
"You said you can't completely solve Xiao Ai's problem, so what should she do next?" Chang Xile still remembered Yang Guisi's words about treating the symptoms, not the root cause. As they saw, if Fang Xinai continued to overeat and lose weight like this, she would be dead or at least skinned.
"I need to know why she encountered this thing." It's like the man who returned from the sea was haunted by the ghosts of his companions. Being haunted by such a thing always has a reason. Yang Guisi asked Fang Xinai, "When did your appetite start to grow?"
"Probably, after the military training?" Fang Xinai tried to recall.
Chang Xile recalled her astonishing appetite on the day they developed photos together. At that time, she thought it was just revenge eating after military training.
"Did anything unusual happen around you before and after that day?" Yang Guisi asked.
"I don't remember." Fang Xinai thought for a long time, then lowered his head in frustration. "I've been feeling very hungry lately, my temper is bad, and my memory is also bad."
"It's okay, think about it slowly, and write down your itinerary for those two days later. Let's go and take a look together." Yang Guisi patted Fang Xinai's shoulder, and then noticed that Chang Xile beside him quickly disappeared from his sight.
After a loud "bang", one of the legs of Chang Xile's chair broke and it fell apart on the spot. Chang Xile himself sat on the ground, grimacing in pain.
She didn't have any extra emotions, just rubbing her waist in pain. Fang Xinai turned around dejectedly and asked indifferently, "How many chairs have you, Jiu Yueyue, sat on?"
"The fourth one." Chang Xile found a way to be cheerful. "The dorm manager downstairs is going to nag me for a long time again."
Fang Xinai curled the corners of his lips and imitated her voice: "Hey, you are not fat as a little girl, why are you wasting so much time on the chair? Do you put your legs on the chair every day?" Then the two of them looked at each other and laughed.
Seeing Chang Xile still in the mood to laugh, Yang Guisi found it unbelievable: "You're still in the mood to laugh...?"
Chang Xile stood up, patted her pants, and began to clean up the remains of the chair. She said calmly, "I'm used to it."
The first chair felt like a coincidence. The second was a bit irritating. The third was a bit of a letdown. The fourth was completely calm.
At this point, she seemed to remember something and asked Yang Guisi: "Have you done any research on the weasel asking for a title?" If what the aunt in the hospital said was true, it sounded like it was within the scope of Yang Guisi's research.
"This is very simple. Just ignore it when it talks to you. It's the same way you deal with ghosts in dreams." Yang Guisi had heard of this kind of strange story before, and she quickly applied the formula.
Chang Xile said calmly, "Well, if it happens, how can we remedy the situation?"
"Why should I answer it? Trust me, if it wants to become a human, it can't commit murder. Just ignore it and wait until dawn, and nothing will happen." Yang Guisi frowned, just like a top student who couldn't understand the strange idea of "why not solve the problem differently" proposed by a poor student. However, when she saw Chang Xile's indescribable seriousness, she suddenly realized, "Ah, you already answered it, right?"
Chang Xile nodded, still holding a chair leg in his hand, and sighed: "It would be better if you could go back to the dormitory earlier."
"So, Master Yang, what should we do after we agree?" Chang Xile asked sincerely - if Yang Guisi could really solve his "bad luck" problem, Chang Xile would not mind changing the outlook on life he had always adhered to.
However, Yang Guisi blinked and said, "I don't know."
"Aren't you the dignified Ghost Commander?" Chang Xile stared into her eyes.
"I am the inheritor of approaching science!" Yang Guisi resolutely accepted this title that she once felt ashamed of.
All right.
Chang Hele decided to remain a staunch materialist. Perhaps all this was just a coincidence, because she'd been constantly instilling in herself that she was doomed to misfortune, subconsciously leading everything to a bad ending. You see, this can actually be explained from a psychological perspective, right?
Seeing Chang Xile's unwillingness to struggle, Yang Guisi continued, "Generally speaking, when a weasel reaches a threshold in its cultivation to become a human, it will borrow the luck of a human. So after it is recognized as a human, the person being asked to take the title will suffer extreme misfortune for a period of time, and in serious cases, even lose their life. But as long as you survive that period, the weasel will return the favor, and the blessings it enjoys will become yours. When that time comes, all hardship will be over and happiness will return."
"The premise is that you have a long life and can survive until that time." Yang Guisi's mouth was a little dry after speaking. Originally, this matter was Chang Xile's own karma, and she was not responsible.
But seeing Chang Xile's indifferent expression after hearing about her possible fate reminded her of someone. Yang Guisi sighed and said, "If it were my master, he might know how to help you solve it."
"Who is your master?" Fang Xinai, who had been listening attentively, couldn't help but ask.
"She's a master from Changleguan on Changle Mountain. We don't actually have a master-disciple relationship, but she taught me a lot, so we can be considered a true master-disciple relationship, right?" Yang Guisi tilted his head, a look of nostalgia on his face. "If you ask her sincerely, maybe she'll help you."
"Chang Le Guan...?" Chang Xile read the name and felt that it was very familiar, but not because the name "Guan" was similar to his own.
She seemed to have heard of this Taoist temple somewhere.
"Yes, it's on Changle Mountain in the mountain city." Yang Guisi took out his phone and started to contact someone. Then the phone beeped several times, and only the mechanical female voice spoke the fixed lines.
Yang Guisi turned off his phone and said in silence, "My master doesn't use his phone very often, so I often can't contact him."
"Really?" Fang Xinai was skeptical, but considering Yang Guisi had just helped him, he decided to give her a break. "It would be best if we could get in touch, but it's normal if we can't. When I watched recorded courses from famous university teachers online before, I always respectfully called them my teachers. Even though we've never met, they have indeed taught me a lot."
"She really is my master!" Yang Guisi became anxious after hearing the hidden meaning in Fang Xinai's words. It seemed as if she had received a greater insult than being accused of swindling. She gritted her teeth and said simply, "I'll take you directly up the mountain. As long as we can see Master, regardless of whether we know each other or not, given her personality, she will definitely help you."
Chang Xile finally finished loading the game into his memory.
Chang Optimism is the same outlook that her aunt Tang You once had.
As a result, Chang Xile became even more suspicious of the truthfulness of what Yang Guisi said.
Because when Chang Xile was very young, he believed in ghosts and gods very much, and often had nightmares because of them. He was so scared that he couldn't sleep, and even had a high fever for many days.
When my aunt, who had become a nun at the time, heard the news, she rushed back to her hometown. She held Chang Xile's shoulders and said earnestly, "Be good, Xile. There are no ghosts in the world."
Little Xile sobbed and asked, "But Auntie, didn't you become a monk? Those people on TV who became monks were all there to catch ghosts."
"No." Tang You thought for a moment and said to her, "It's because I was there that I know there are no ghosts in the world. Don't you believe my aunt?"
"Really?" Chang Xile certainly believed his aunt. According to legend, the place she went to was a cemetery where demons and ghosts roamed in ancient times. If even she said she had never seen a ghost, then there must be no ghosts... right?
Chang Xile believed and has believed until now.
Or rather, she had to believe it, because only in this way could she live peacefully.
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