Seeing Zhang Fude's cheerful look, I knew there was a way. So, I toasted him with another glass of wine, picked up some dishes for him, sighed and said, "Uncle, I am really in a bit of trouble. Before I ran into you today, I was thinking of going to the central temple to talk to the ghost and ask him to let my brother live. After all, I am a cultivator and it will be difficult for me to have incense in the future, and this child is really the only bloodline of the old Zhang family."
As soon as I said this, I smiled bitterly in my heart. I found that after being out there for a long time, I can not only fool people but also ghosts. Recently, I even fooled the gods.
Zhang Fude put down his wine glass and asked me in confusion: "My dear nephew, this matter is not my responsibility. Our land is a matter on the ground, and the death of that person is a matter under the ground. It's useless to find me, and Xie Bian is not easy to talk to. I really can't help."
I lit a cigarette and leaned back in the chair and said: "Uncle, this person has not yet entered the ground, so it is naturally up to you and the City God to take care of it."
Zhang Fude looked surprised: "My dear nephew, I will tell you clearly."
I asked him if there was a ghost going to complain.
"What complaint? I was just strolling outside today, and I encountered such an infuriating thing today." He sighed and seemed a little angry.
It seems that the ghost should still be in a vague stage. When he recovers his memory again, the ghost will definitely find the land temple to complain. At this time, I had a plan in my mind, so I told Zhang Fude the cause and effect of the matter, but Zhang Dali's matter still had to be hidden well.
After listening to my explanation, Zhang Fude smacked his lips in embarrassment. He sighed and said, "My dear nephew, it's not that I won't help you. As long as the ghost wants to complain, there's nothing we can do. You know, it's not easy to reincarnate."
"Uncle, I'm not asking you to help me plead, but I want to borrow the temple for a while. I'll talk to the ghost about the rest. If he doesn't agree, we can only say that our Zhang family is doomed to be extinct." I pretended to be in pain.
Zhang Fude was very happy to drink a bowl of wine, and he also told me that as long as he could be used, he would never say no. According to my analysis, Zhang Fude, as the God of Land, is often looked down upon and disdained by people, so I respect him so much, and he is still grateful to me in his heart.
You know, after all, everyone likes the three stars of Fu, Lu, Shou and the most handsome God of Wealth, or worships the peerless heroes like the Monkey King and Erlang Shen. Naturally, not many people are willing to pay attention to the gods like the God of Land who are like a bully. But today I invited him to dinner and called him uncle, giving him enough face. Gods are also human beings. They are grateful for what they have done to them. This is the rule passed down by our ancestors.
On the other hand, it tells us that we must not look down on small leaders. If the mountains don't change, the water will change. Who knows when they will change to people's hands. Today is an example. I just want him to help me connect with a ghost to help me get some incense in the temple. For such a small matter, I go to the ancestor master? He will definitely ignore me.
After paying the bill and leaving, the waiter looked at me with a strange look. Imagine what you would think if you saw someone whispering to the air for forty or fifty minutes?
But I am thick-skinned. I went to the central temple again. The management staff had re-paved the shrine. There were not many people in the temple in the afternoon. The ghosts were afraid of being injured by the yang fire. They had to attach themselves to insects when they went out during the day. So when Zhang Fude returned to the statue, our colleague saw a ladybug lying there motionlessly.
I looked at Zhang Fude, pointed at the ladybug, and suggested to him that the ladybug might be a ghost.
Zhang Fude nodded slightly, then he placed his palm flat on the table, and the insect slowly crawled into his hand. Then he walked closer to me, sighed and said, "Yes, this ghost came to complain. He said that he was a pig and horse for three lives, a chicken and dog for two lives, and a flying bird for one life. He went through six reincarnations to pay for his sins. Finally, he could easily become a human in this life, but he was cut open by a fierce ghost and his soul was pulled out alive. If it weren't for the cold place at that time, his soul might have been scattered now."
After hearing this, I sighed in my heart. It was true that the fierce ghost had gone too far. If I didn't care about it today, if Zhang Fude heard about it, he would definitely report it to the underworld immediately, and there might be a ghost messenger to catch him at night.
I said, "Uncle, give me the ghost, I'll talk to him." Zhang Fude was afraid that I would kill the ghost, so he advised me to stay calm. I told him not to worry, we Taoists, how could we be so cruel. When I stretched out my hand and the other party handed me the ladybug, I immediately heard the voice of the ghost crying and complaining, "I want to complain, I want to complain, the six reincarnations of waiting are all in vain." I whispered to the ladybug in my hand, "I am a Yin-Yang master, I want to discuss something with you." I didn't say I was a Taoist priest, because what I did was not against the rules after all, and the title of Yin-Yang master was more casual. "Yin-Yang master? I died in vain and became a fuzzy ghost, and I didn't hurt anyone. What do you want to talk to me about!" The ghost's voice came to my ear. The ghost is now in an unstable stage, so I can only say good things to calm him down. After listening to him complain for more than ten minutes, I held the insect in my hand and went to a remote place and said, "Brother, I know you must be a man. If you believe me, this is definitely a blessing in disguise."
The ghost said he didn't believe it, so I said, "That family is very poor. If you are reborn, you will be a servant. Your father is a loader and unloader. You will be displaced and live in fear in the future. Moreover, I think your father is destined to suffer in this life. If you don't reincarnate, you will suffer less in this world."
The ghost said, "I was slaughtered as a pig, ridden as a horse, worked as a donkey, endured the cold wind as a bird, and lived in fear all day long. No matter what family I reincarnate into, as long as I can grow up, it's fine!"
I pretended to be deep and said, "Who doesn't want to be a superior person in life? Don't you want to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth, have everything you want, not be affected by the cold or the heat, and enjoy a wonderful life?" Without giving him a chance, I continued with a fluent voice, "Would you rather beg on the street or have a beautiful car and beautiful women? Would you rather live in fear of death or drink and talk? Would you rather be a slave or be famous in China!"
This time the ghost didn't say a word, and lost the excitement at the beginning. He even asked me pleadingly, "Can it be done? Master, you said that these are the merits that can be cultivated by a good person for ten generations. I have only been a livestock for six generations, with neither merit nor fault."
As soon as he loosened his lips, I knew that this matter was a sure thing.
I told him that I would definitely give the evil ghost who took away his soul a slave mark, and that evil ghost would be his slave for all eternity. As long as he promised not to complain, I would set up a incense tablet for him and collect the merits of the people. The longer the time, the deeper the merits. When the evil ghost's life is over, he will be taken to the land temple by the ghost messenger. At that time, the land god will help him to go to the underworld with the ghost messenger to meet the King of Hell.
After my unremitting efforts, I finally persuaded the dead to be alive. After the ghost agreed, I called Zhang Fude, and the land god also assured him that he agreed to set up a merit tablet in the temple.
The ghost was probably very excited when he saw that the gods agreed, and thanked me repeatedly.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Old Zhang really had descendants this time. Before leaving, I made a wooden tablet and pressed it under the feet of the land god so that the ghost could be protected by the gods.
The rest of the things were easy to handle. I picked six willow branches along the way and went to Zhang Dali's home. I wrote a manifesto at their home and sent it to the underworld, explaining the whole story. Since the ghost didn't want to pursue it, the ghost messenger didn't bother to care.
Zhang Dali's baby seemed to understand what I said, and laughed out loud, looking so proud.
"Thank you, Master. I will never forget your kindness." Zhang Dali said gratefully.
If you want to say that this thing is fate, there is no way. If you catch up, you don't have to intervene. I have paid back the favor of Old Zhang for my grandfather, and I am also filial.
But turning my head, I looked at the baby and sneered in my heart. Is it so easy to make a wishful thinking? So I put the ghost-beating talisman on these six willow branches and woven them together, and finally tied them with red thread, handed them to Zhang Dali and said: "Your son will definitely be unfilial in the future. He cursed his mother at the age of ten and beat his father at the age of fifteen. In addition to not doing good things, he can be said to have done all kinds of bad things. From the age of three, you will use the willow whip to whip him if he is disobedient. You will be whipped every time he talks back and makes mistakes. You can't miss even once, and you can't stop until you see blood." Zhang Dali looked sad: "Really beat him, this is my own son." I said seriously: "If you forget once, this child can kill you two. Your son is the reincarnation of a fierce ghost. He is born with a strong temper. He must be whipped with willow branches. The whip must be soaked in water every month, but don't worry, as long as If you don't throw the whip, your son can't move. I named him Zhang Dingshan, hoping to suppress his anger with the weight of the mountain. "After explaining, I walked up to the baby, touched his forehead with one hand, and summoned the Taoist robe from the bottom of my heart. For a moment, I turned into a Taoist priest again, and said in a cold tone: "I am not calculated by you, but it is God's will. I am afraid that you will escape in the future. I will erase your memory and give you a chance to be a human. When you continue the Zhang family in the future, you will go to the underworld to receive punishment!" The baby seemed to understand what I said and began to struggle desperately, but as my palms became cold, I took out a black crystal the size of a fingernail from the bone gap of the baby's crown. I drew a talisman to wrap the crystal, put it in a copper basin and lit it with fire, and then looked back to see that the baby had fallen asleep.