Chapter 102 Chapter 19

A young hand stretched out in front of everyone's eyes, throwing out a handful of fine sand, which stirred up overlapping waves on the screen.The microwave disrupted the scene in front of me. The surface of the water calmed down, and everyone saw only the heads crowded together again. "This Hong Dagang is really dark-hearted. He usually calls Zhijun brothers and sisters, but when Zhijun is away, he bullies Chuanxiang like this." One person said angrily, "His lower body was cut by scissors, but he said Chuanxiang took the initiative. Seduce him and hurt him with ghost skills. And spread rumors that Chuanxiang is a ghost prostitute who hurts people. It's really vicious."

"Words are like waves, vulgar intestines are like shackles. The eyes are confused, and the sky is full of poisonous fog. If you don't have a clear eye, who is the first way? The sun is in the sky, and the demons hide." The monk recited verses. I have also seen in school that the power of false rumors is more powerful than ghosts, and even more cruel than ghosts.A physics teacher in our junior high school wrote a letter of reflection to his superiors, disclosing the sensitive issues of a certain leader of the school.I didn't expect that the leader had a strong background and knew about it.Instead of directly criticizing the physics teacher, he spread rumors that the physics teacher had gone crazy, and he claimed to his superiors that he invented the mortars currently used by the army.

This was originally a very idiotic and boring slander, even a little ridiculous.But the more absurd it seems, the more gossip men and gossip women are willing to believe it. Every time that physics teacher went out, someone would ask him half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Didn't you invent the mortar? Why don't you become a military expert and still teach junior high school here?" At first he argued with others, saying: "I don't have any. What I wrote was a response letter, not an application for invention." But people had already planted the idea of ​​​​mortars in their hearts like a seed, no matter how much he justified. to no avail.And this seed took root and germinated, spreading wider and wider.

When this teacher was walking outside, someone would always point to him from a distance and say, "Look, that teacher said he invented the mortar, haha. Do you think he has neurological problems?" Then several people laughed together. The physics teacher finally couldn't take it anymore, and had a mental breakdown. He took the initiative to say, "You know what? I invented the mortar. I really invented it." The school was afraid that he would affect the students, so it disqualified him as a teacher. Out of sympathy, it gave him a monthly subsidy.That teacher until now, when I visit my alma mater, I can still meet him.He grabbed me and said: "I know you, you are my student. But, you know, I invented the mortar. Hehe." He smiled proudly at me, immersed in the unspeakable In the joy, it seems that he is complacent about inventing the mortar.

Say, reader, aren't people's rumors scary? Chuanxiang lives in such an environment full of rumors. Grandpa asked the monk, "Then why did Zhijun's mother say that she is a female ghost? Also, I found that Chuanxiang really exudes some ghostly aura." Others also turned their questioning eyes to the wrinkled monk. "Zhijun's mother doesn't like girls from other places, does she?" the monk asked. Everyone around nodded immediately.One of them said: "This old woman is very stubborn. She said that the girls from outside could not be trusted, so she ran away. She must find a local daughter-in-law." More than ten years ago, many young people went to the coast of Guangzhou without hesitation and became wage earners. .Many young people brought their girlfriends from out of town with them when they came back, but soon after they got married, the daughter-in-law who came from out of town suddenly ran away, and there was no news of them, leaving behind a child who was crying for milk.Such things are not uncommon.

The monk said: "Zhijun's mother said that she is a female ghost, just to force her to leave. The so-called wall is overthrown and everyone pushes against it. More people insist that she is a female ghost without even thinking about it." The monk sighed and said: " Why did the dwarf ever go to a theater? It's all just gossiping." "What happened to the ghost-hunting monk?" Someone asked. The monk said: "That's what Hong Dagang and his team lied to everyone. They said that I was going to Hong's house in two days, and then found a gangster pretending to be a monk. They deliberately asked you not to come out and took the opportunity to tarnish Chuanxiang. They raped for the first time. Attempted, I have been brooding about it."

"She has ghost aura, it's true. You all say she is a female ghost, so why don't the real female ghost take this opportunity to focus your attention on her?" the monk said.He didn't pour out the wine in the copper tripod, but took the sand next to it back into the copper tripod.Grandpa took the bronze tripod in his hand and put it back to its original position. "Are you saying that ghost prostitutes still exist?" one person asked. "Of course it is. You have always regarded Chuanxiang as a female ghost, allowing real ghost prostitutes to take the opportunity to hurt more people." The monk said.

Grandpa immediately thought of what he and I saw at the fork in the road. "Isn't it wrong for the fake monk to say that ghosts and prostitutes kill people?" Someone asked. The monk said with a smile: "If someone wants to lie to you, they will give some correct information first, so that you can believe other wrong information." Everyone is silent. The monk said: "This ghost prostitute is indeed transformed by a brothel woman. It is also true that there is a tongue-shaped barrier on the lower body. It is not surprising to know this, because a similar thing happened in this area more than 30 years ago."

"Has something similar happened before? Is it also a ghost prostitute?" one person asked.Grandpa was thoughtful. The monk nodded: "You were either not born when the incident happened, or you were too young, so you don't remember now. But, your uncle should know." The monk refers to the grandfather, and here he is the only one who can be called the uncle of the others .The rest were in their twenties or early thirties. Grandpa forced a smile and replied, "Hey." "I met your father once." The monk squirmed his lips and said, "Your father is a very powerful person. But he just treats alchemy as a leisure thing."

"You know my father?" Grandpa asked in surprise. The monk seemed to have not heard what Grandpa said, and continued to say with some sentimentality: "Your father is smart, and these alchemy techniques are about to die out. Look at me, when I was struggling for skills, didn't I want to take these to the loess?" "Don't say that, master." Grandpa comforted him. "Now I ask his son to help me catch ghosts," said the monk.At this time, a fly flew in and perched on the bridge of the monk's nose, but the monk was unconscious. At that moment, Grandpa said he could smell death.He seemed to see a gossamer like a black belt, quietly coming to the monk's side, entering from the monk's nostrils, and digesting in the monk's body.Grandpa said it was strange that from that moment on he could see death coming, while the people standing by couldn't feel it.The only thing that could communicate with grandpa was the fly, which smelled the rot first and came to the monk's nose ahead of time.