Although they talked about how exciting it would be to see Wong Tai Sin, they were all terrified when they actually saw him.
What's going on here?!
Why are there so many big weasels here!
The fact that they bowed in a manner that was both human-like, regular, organized, and large-scale was particularly horrifying.
People are always more afraid of non-human beings behaving like humans; this is known as the uncanny valley effect.
Wang Lin was so frightened that his legs were trembling. He gripped the door frame tightly with both hands and tried to back into the house.
But the people behind him kept pushing forward, all wanting to get closer and see more clearly.
He pushed backwards while a dozen or so people behind him pushed forward.
Oh my god!
With a sudden burst of strength, Wang Lin was pushed out!
He stumbled forward several steps and charged straight at the outermost weasel!
The people behind were dumbfounded. Good heavens, why did they go out like that?!
Those at the back, unaware of the situation, were still anxiously pushing forward, muttering under their breath, "Push forward! I haven't seen it yet!"
The people in front turned around and said to them, "Stop fucking pushing! Wang Lin has been pushed out, and now you're disturbing Huang Daxian's ritual!"
...
Li Xiangdong was not asleep in the west wing.
First, it was a bit uncomfortable to share a single bed with Li Jiabao.
Secondly, he wanted to see if the pack of weasels would come again tonight.
Upon hearing Wang Lin and the others' voices, he immediately sprang to attention—they've arrived!
There was no electric light in the west wing, so he got up, lit an oil lamp, and then opened the window to look out. Sure enough, he saw the weasels from last night had come again.
The biggest difference between this time and last night is that last night I bowed to the west room, while tonight I bowed to the west wing.
Just as I was watching, I saw a figure staggering and lunging at the weasel.
Li Xiangdong wondered, "Why are you so excited to see a weasel?"
Is this about to lead to some close contact?
If Wang Lin knew what Li Xiangdong was thinking, he would definitely spit on him.
You're the one who wants to have close contact with weasels!
Your whole family wants to have close contact with weasels!
Wang Lin tried his best to control his body, gripping the ground with both hands and braking suddenly, but even so, he still rolled down in front of the weasel.
Just as he came to a stop, the weasel closest to him turned around and glanced at him.
Looking into its pair of black, clear eyes, devoid of any white, they held no emotion and were cold and indifferent.
The moment Wang Lin made eye contact with it, he suddenly fainted.
Li Xiangdong pushed open the door, holding an oil lamp in his hand, and stood at the doorway.
After bowing solemnly once more, the weasels calmly and orderly split into two groups and slowly departed.
As the last two weasels disappeared into the thick darkness, Li Xiangdong rushed out to rescue the people.
Wang Lin's face was ashen, his head was sunken, his breathing was barely perceptible through his nose, and his limbs were icy cold.
Li Xiangdong sighed. He was frightened and needed to be carried inside quickly.
"Two people come and help! Carry him inside!"
Everyone else was frightened by what they had just witnessed. Only after Li Xiangdong repeated it two or three times did some of the braver people come out and help Li Xiangdong carry Wang Lin into the house and lay him flat on the kang (heated brick bed) in the west room.
Old Cui wore a bitter face, thinking to himself, "It would have been better if these hotheads hadn't stayed!"
How come one person was scared to death?!
What should we do?!
Li Jin also woke up at this time. He frowned and touched Wang Lin's nose with his finger. "He's having trouble breathing."
"What should we do? It must be that the Weasel spirit has stolen my soul."
"Quickly find someone to come and help take a look!"
"Right, right! Wait, that's not right, there aren't any more shamanic disciples in these villages around here!"
"It really is! What should we do? Let's take him to the hospital!"
"This disease doesn't respond well even if you take it to the hospital; the doctors can't understand it!"
A group of people stood around Wang Lin, chattering incoherently, but none of them could make up their minds.
Li Xiangdong was squeezed at the back of the crowd and had to raise his voice, "Uncles, brothers, step back and let me in!"
The crowd parted to make way for Li Xiangdong, who squeezed through and walked up to Wang Lin.
With a solemn expression, he first closed his eyes and recalled the techniques that Doctor Gu had taught him, then slowly opened his eyes and rubbed his hands together to warm them.
He first gestured the location of the Tianmen point—a straight line from the midpoint of the line connecting the two eyebrows to the hairline, which is the center line of the forehead. Then he used his two thumbs to alternately push on Wang Lin's Tianmen line from bottom to top.
As he pushed, he silently counted in his mind. After about six minutes, he stopped pushing the Heavenly Gate.
Li Xiangdong clasped his hands together, breathed on his palms, then held his left palm above Wang Lin's head and rotated it clockwise while chanting incantations for six minutes.
A dozen minutes later, Li Xiangdong withdrew his hand, turned around and found Cui Xinni craning her neck to look in the crowd. "Sister, do you have any ginger at home?"
Cui Xinni quickly replied, "Yes! Yes!"
Li Xiangdong wiped the sweat from his brow. "Just make a bowl of ginger soup and give it to Wang Lin to drink."
"well!"
Aunt Cui and Cui Xinni immediately went to the main room to make a bowl of ginger soup, let it cool slightly, and then pinched Wang Lin's nose and forced him to drink it.
After drinking a bowl of ginger soup, Wang Lin coughed violently twice and then slowly opened his eyes.
His complexion gradually became rosy, and he was slowly able to stand up and move around.
After chatting with him for a while, the group found that he was thinking clearly and his mind was not confused, so they were relieved.
With Li Xiangdong's latest move, everyone in the room is now looking at him with awe.
This person is the shopkeeper!
Although he is so young, he is already quite skilled!
...
On the third and fourth days, the weasel never came again.
However, Li Xiangdong became famous in the Zahatun area. Wherever he went, people looked at him with a mixture of admiration and awe.
It wasn't simply because they saved Wang Lin; there was another reason that everyone knew but didn't say aloud.
That is, the direction in which the weasel is bowing is wrong!
Afterwards, the Cui family carefully reviewed what had happened.
On the first day, the weasel bowed to the west room.
The next day, the weasel bowed to the west wing!
Why is it changing direction?
What are they bowing to?
After thinking it over, I realized that Cui Xinni is the smartest.
She said mysteriously, "Father, Mother, think about it, what's different about the west room and the west wing these past two days?"
Aunt Cui leaned over and asked, "What's different?"
Uncle Cui took a puff of his cigarette, and his whole face turned as purple as an eggplant.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "The first night, Dongzi stayed in the west room. The second night, Dongzi stayed in the west wing?"
Cui Xinni nodded emphatically, "Yeah, right!"
Uncle Cui suddenly realized, "I knew it! These weasels came to pay their respects to Dongzi!"
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