The long and funny novel XXL》—— Ghost Diary Author Xiao Mo

My last name is Chen. You can call me Chen Mou or XXL.

Chen Mou, a soul psychologist.

(1) the deceased Su Sheng.

Old people in Nanjing often say that on the ground of Nanjing, a dead person may be buried at the foot of every step. So I don't know if anyone has ever imagined that when you and your girlfriend walk on a familiar street, you are surrounded by familiar and unfamiliar faces. The moon in the sky suddenly became more and more red and closer, as if it were going to fall. Then there was a violent vibration at the foot, and rats and cockroaches began to pour out of the ground in droves. How did you react when you saw this? Maybe you won't say a word, maybe you will hold your daughter harder.

A friend's hand tried to keep her calm. But if a few hands come out of the ground at this time, grab your feet and drag them down as if you were going to hell. Will you stay calm? You can call for help. But when you shout for help to the people around you, you see countless withered hands, like demons from hell, greedily devouring all life. Some people have been completely swallowed up by their hands; Some people are dragged down from the car by their feet; Others were dragged to the ground by hand, locked on the iron gate, and left ten scratches on the door by hand. What else will you try to do when you see such a scene?

I've had this dream for a year.

My last name is Chen. You can call me Chen Mou or XXL. I am a graduate student of Nanjing University of Science and Technology, and my major is psychology.

I grew up near Luchang Temple. When I was young, I could see things that ordinary people couldn't. The master of Luchang Temple said that I have a pair of Buddhist eyes and I am destined to have sex with the Buddha. Then you can accept me as an apprentice. Fortunately, I suddenly cried after listening to it. In desperation, Master only accepted me as a registered disciple. Later, my mother told me that at that time, Master said "pity" three times in a row, and it is reasonable to say that family members should not say such vulgar words as fireworks. Mother asked Master what was a pity, and Master smiled without a word.

Master said my life was too thin, and I was afraid I couldn't stand it. So I changed my name to, which means that all the descendants of Chen in the world can share the eye of this eye. Then he was fostered in a temple for three years before he was allowed to go home to visit relatives. In the fourth year, I was allowed to leave the temple to receive nine-year compulsory education. In the year of college entrance examination, Master asked me to apply for China Buddhist University, but I refused. Because I lived to be nineteen, I only remembered the nine-character mantra and its related incantations, and I was admitted to Buddhism? This is obviously hurting me. Master sighed three more times. Unfortunately, it's up to me.

Later I was admitted to Nanjing University of Science and Technology. Before going to school, I went to the temple to say goodbye to Master. Master warned me not to over-open the power of the eye. At that time, I was a little skeptical, because I had been only going to hell and didn't find any special functions. I tried to find out, but Master smiled again. Before leaving the temple, I wanted to ask Master for some magic weapons, but I was blown out by Master's Japanese seal. The next day, I went to Luchang Temple again, but the little novice monk who was sweeping the floor outside the temple told me that Master had died three days ago. For this reason, I sat on the steps outside the temple and sulked for a whole hour. I didn't expect the dead to be so stingy!

After I went to college, I studied undergraduate professional knowledge, that is, I died of chanting ideas. Maybe it's because I can see dead people They always like to follow me. For this reason, I have to try to get rid of them. I don't think anyone likes to sleep until midnight and open their eyes and see someone floating face to face with you in the same sleeping position less than a centimeter from your nose, with their eyes still open. In the past, I always took them outside Luchang Temple to listen to monks chanting scriptures, and then put them into original ideas. After I lived far away from the temple, Master taught me to recite the death curse, but I can still get along.

Ignore them. It's just that I'm too tired to talk about it. How long does it take to recite a spell and send one? So I had to cover my eyes with rosary before going to bed, and then deal with it collectively when a small group of dead people gathered at the weekend. At first, my roommates will think that my sleeping habits are a bit weird, and gradually they will become normal.

Until my junior year, my classmates and I visited St. Paul's church at 396 Taiping South Road. It happened to be the weekend, and I haven't had time to deal with the guy behind me. So a group of twenty people marched to St. Paul's church in this way, including four living and sixteen dead. When I arrived at the church, I found a strange thing. A priest at the church gate saw me and was shocked. Then he said, "The Lord will forgive you." The other three students who came with me at that time were just a little confused, but I found that the sixteen people who had been following me had disappeared. In my experience, they were lost by originality.

I asked the priest if he could teach me how to surpass the dead. The priest said it was not transcendence, but quotation. He also asked me if I would accept Jesus' guidance. I said, I don't think Jesus is the boss, so I won't be taught how to lead. He said yes. I asked again, is this a threat? He still agreed. I thought about it, and thought that reading six words was obviously more efficient than reading a long list of scriptures, so I became a priest.

In retrospect, the owner of Luchangtemple probably knew that I would become a heretic. It's a pity that all six voices are sighing for it.

The long and funny novel XXL》—— Ghost Diary Author Xiao Mo

After becoming a priest, I learned that my eyes are also called the gates of heaven, and the undead approach me to leave this world through me.

In my second year as a priest, I found that the ability of the gate of heaven increased. I can not only see them, but also hear them. So the Vatican officially appointed me as a psychiatrist, responsible for the confession of the dead, and a soul psychologist to the outside world. But because I refused to study doctrines, I was not granted a psychologist's license recognized by my society (how annoying, I just got rid of studying Buddhist scriptures and asked me to study foreign classics, so I quit. ), so I had to continue my graduate studies and become a poor graduate student, majoring in psychology.

After graduate school, I didn't like the house on campus, because there was always an indelible smell in the school, so I rented a house not far from Science and Technology South. The interior of this house is a little old, and I felt moldy when I first moved in.

The house has two floors, downstairs is a row of storefronts, and the second floor is a place to live. There are four rooms on the second floor, even I have four tenants. I live in the first room facing south. There is a writer next door, an undergraduate next door to the writer, and a prostitute next door to the undergraduate.

Undergraduates are students from the School of Chemical Engineering of Nanjing University of Science and Technology. They like rock and roll and R&B. They wear headphones all day and don't know what they are talking about. They especially like to take a bath in the next room and hold a personal concert. That inarticulate voice, like singing with a short tongue and that loud voice, seriously interfered with my life. So in the confession of a dead man, I made a deal with the dead man. As long as it appears in the mirror when the undergraduate takes a bath, I will personally polish the eye of the soul for him, so that he will not lose his way and fall when he passes through the door of trial.

Damn it. I smiled with satisfaction when I watched the undergraduates ghostly rush out of the water room, followed by dancing towels, soap and washbasins.

The prostitute is a troublesome person. The dead man who came to me to confess is often attracted by her riddled heart and unwilling to accept the offer. I have to use compulsory means to forcibly purify it.

As for the writer, he is an interesting character. I remember the day when I first moved here, the writer went whoring. Obviously, the author didn't know the identity of the prostitute at that time. When the prostitute opened the door in her underwear, the author froze.

"Who are you?" Prostitutes who sleep during the day are obviously unfriendly.

The screenwriter was embarrassed for a long time: "Talk."

"Who the hell are you?" The prostitute is obviously impatient.

"talk."

"Tell me about your head, my mother doesn't receive guests during the day." And throw the writer out the door.

After a long hesitation, the writer knocked on the prostitute's door again and said, "My name is Liao, and I am a writer."

After getting along for a long time, I gradually became familiar with the writer. It turns out that he is a writer who specializes in writing supernatural stories and a folklorist. There are some strange things in the room, such as a crystal skull and a alms bowl on a brass tripod. And those old books and scrolls on the shelf. Sometimes I can see the dark light in his room in the middle of the night, similar to the light when a dead man comes to me to confess. By the way, some dead people are very naughty and will suddenly bloom in front of you, trying to create green terror to scare you.

Besides, the writer often comes to my room, and I am very mysterious about him. Because my graduate student looks like a priest, but he is actually a monk at heart. And because I know a lot of ghost stories, it seems that I will never finish telling them. Of course, these stories are all told by the dead. After listening to their confession, I said, "The Lord will forgive you." Complete the quotation and then tell the story to the writer. This can often fool the writer's collection of good wine and some special dishes. The author is from Shandong, very generous.

The long and funny novel XXL》—— Ghost Diary Author Xiao Mo

On July 3rd, 2004, a very special guest visited me.

There was no moon that night, and Aunt Li's dog suddenly let out a cry downstairs. Then there is silence. Then when you carry heavy objects, the wooden stairs creak.

For a long time, the door slowly opened with a sigh. I saw a dog standing outside in the dark? -_-|||

I can't help feeling that the taste of the dead is getting lower and lower recently.

"Well, I accept your confession." Then put your hands and forefinger across your chest, put them on the table, and put on a respectable posture in the boss's chair.

However, the dog didn't come in and laughed at the door.

Suddenly, thick black fog poured into the room from behind, and a disgusting stench filled the room. The sound of fierce fighting whizzed past my ears,

It's like a murderer on Shura Road. A pair of poor green eyes approached in the fog.

"Are you serious?" I can't help being surprised. The undead who come to confess at ordinary times are very docile, and at most they are just naughty. At this time, there is a feeling of being in a trance.

The crossed fingers soon became Harraca Ranasayin. He read the Vajrayana Heart Mantra attentively and shouted: "Ling!"

The hallucination disappears in an instant.

Its true body was finally revealed. Or a dog ...-_-|||

It's just that dogs are basically separated from their heads, only connected by a little flesh around their necks. Blood dripped on the wooden floor, making a click … click … click … sound.

It's Aunt Li's dog! Aunt Li's dog will wag its tail and pounce on me affectionately when it sees me from a distance, and will also help me buy it in my mouth.

The bag is upstairs. I like it very much. I often say to it, if you want to be a man, I will help you reincarnate into a rich family. It usually screams twice, but I don't know if you understand.

I can't help but get angry when I think about this and spit out three words: "You want to die!" "

The seal of Harraca Lanasa was changed to the seal of the inner lion, and the spell was cast by King Kong Zategwa. He glared and shouted, "Bah!"

If the dog's body is hit hard, it will fly backwards and hit the wall, and the dog's body will immediately emit green light. The green light dissipated like fireworks with a loud noise, and then the dog's body fell limply to the ground.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the writer standing outside the door with incredible eyes on his glasses.

It seems that he saw everything, and I am hesitant to explain it to the screenwriter. I should have scattered the dead dog's corpse, which was possessed by the dead, and was lifted up again.

At first, it smiled: "Ga ... Ga ... July ... fifteenth ... those who died ... Soviet Union (short for USSR) ... born ... Ga ..." Then the body rotted rapidly, and finally there were no bones left, only a pool of black blood left.

The long and funny novel XXL》—— Ghost Diary Author Xiao Mo

Precautions:

Detailed explanation of nine-character mantra

The nine characters originated from Ge Hong's "Bao Puzi" in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and the cloud said,' I wish you:' Those who fight with soldiers are always marching in groups.

You can do anything when you look at it. This means that all evil can be eradicated by reciting these nine words. Dongmi was influenced by Taoism in China.

The method of spell protection is used), but when copying these nine words, I mistakenly copied' array forward' as' array front' or' array front crack' and used it all the time.

Today. The nine characters circulating in Japan actually come from the Tancheng of the Nine Tantric Societies, that is, "the spirit dart unifies the mind-cracking Zen", and the nine characters have their own meanings:

Clinical (mental)

Physical and mental stability

It means not to be moved by the situation, to keep one's will and to show a strong body.

Combine the spiritual strength of heaven and earth-samadhi samadhi samadhi.

Handprint: Harraca Ranasa seal.

Mantra: Vajrayana Heart Mantra

Soldiers (darts)

vitality

Represents the continuation of life and the return to the vitality of children.

Move as fast as a dart.

Handprint: donkey kong Wheel Seal.

Spell: Drop the mantra of Ming King III.

Fighting (unification)

The universe is singing.

Courage and courage, the performance of fighting spirit when encountering difficulties.

Unite all difficulties-science club.

Handprint: external lion print

Mantra: Vajrayana Buddhism mantra.

Zhe (QIA)

recover

Demonstrate the power to freely control your own body and others' bodies.

The spirit of all things, let me contact-a sealed will.

Handprint: inner lion print

Spells: King Kong Zategwa casts spells.

All (solutions)

Crisis induction

Demonstrate the ability to understand and manipulate people's hearts.

Solve all puzzles-Siyinhui

Handprint: external binding seal

Spell: Vajrayana Pu Xian spell.

Array (heart-shaped)

Telepathy/invisibility

Represents the ability to combine wealth and love.

Perspective and insight into the enemy's psychology-supporting society

Handprint: internal binding seal

Spells: Master Lotus Peanut Six donkey kong Spells.

Column (crack)

Space-time control

Express relief for the hearts of others.

Split all the obstacles in front of you-micro-meeting.

Handprint: Zhiquan seal

Mantra: Tathagata Heart Mantra.

In (gas)

Five elements control

This means that you can use your abilities more freely.

Let all things be equal-Samadhi Ye Hui

Handprint: sun gear seal

Mantra: Tathagata Heart Mantra.

Money (Zen)

Light/Buddha's heart

Represents the realm of Buddhism, that is, the realm of superman.

My mind is Zen, and everything is in harmony.

Handprint: Aquarius seal (or invisible seal)

Spell: Moritz Tianxin curse

The long and funny novel XXL》—— Ghost Diary Author Xiao Mo

(2) ghost holes and death tunnels

"If I became a monk with Master, maybe everything would be different." Excerpted from Diary of Chen Mou the Exorcist.

"July 15th? Do you mean Ghost Festival? " Writer Liao Liao looked at a pool of blood for more than ten minutes and turned to ask me.

It is really worthwhile to write supernatural stories, and the ability to accept them is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

"On July 15th ... the gates of hell were open ... and the dead Su Sheng ... could barely explain the past. But the gates of hell open every year, and people are resurrected every year. Is it related to leap year again? Never heard of a four-year corpse fraud. This ... this ... I'll go back and check the information. You wait for me! " Liao Liao pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose and said to me seriously.

Looking at Liao Liao quickly disappearing outside the door, I can't help but sigh again. What a great writer!

But I don't understand why that guy is like in the movie. Just disappear and I'll leave you some clues. This is obviously intended to attract you to pursue. When you get deeper and deeper, it seems that you will open your opponent's cards, that is, when you fall into the trap of your opponent. So that is to say, I have been calculated by the other party. Realizing this, I immediately made a decision: I'd better find a place to hide.

Only when your head rusts will you care whether your dead will come back to life. You should come back to life and go far away. Humans have survived on the earth for so many years, which only proves one truth. The most tenacious vitality in this world is not Xiao Qiang, but human beings. The Diary of the Exorcist in the Vatican and the Demon Collection in Luchang Temple also tell us that there is no monster that cannot be eliminated. The most important point is that the supporting role basically belongs to the flow of cannon fodder.

I don't want to be a victim in order to achieve some hero. I'd better go back to St. Paul's church to avoid it and report it directly to the Vatican. It's best for the cardinal to let me speak face to face, so as not to travel abroad at public expense.

I went to Liao Liao Jia's door and shouted, "Lao Liao, don't look into it. Do you want to travel abroad with me? " I think Liao Liao, who witnessed all this, should also be invited to take notes. But I waited at the door for a long time, and I didn't see any response.

"Is there anything wrong?" Feeling a little bad, I rushed into the house outside with my hands tied.

The room was empty, the windows were open, there was a pool of water stains on the ground, and the windowsill disappeared outside. I jumped out of the window when I was in a hurry.

There was still silence outside the house.

"Oh, no! If you really care, it's a mess. Lao Liao should still be in the house. The water stain didn't come out of the house, it should come in through the window! The water stain in the house is where Lao Liao disappeared. He should be on the ceiling! Too careless! "

* *, it's easy to jump out and jump back. I won't! I had to go around the front door and rush to Lao Liao's room. After such a delay, the room is really empty this time.

"This taste how so strange? A little familiar. " I leaned down, stretched out my right index finger and middle finger, and smelled the water stains in the house. Well, it's a bit like Xia Zi paste, the smell of a corpse soaked in a lake. Is it the three heads of Xiazi Lake? I should have forcibly purified them for several years before I knew they would come out to make trouble. At first, it seems that the enchantments set around the paste Xiazi Lake have other purposes besides trapping them inside. If you purify them, I'm afraid it will destroy other people's things. Later, I saw that they dared not come out to do evil, and I didn't take it to heart. Early know, early know!

Anyway, let's go back and have a look. Thinking about jumping on the windowsill to jump out of the window, I put a hand on my shoulder and stopped my action.

I was shocked: "It's amazing that you can approach me silently."

suddenly turn round ...

"How can it be you? Lao Liao! " I have been worried about him for a long time, and now he is standing behind me safely.

"Hey hey, what do you see hanging on the window?"

I looked up and saw a wind chime hanging on the window.

"Wind chimes?"

"Look carefully." Lao Liao looked at me with a smile.

"I don't understand ..."

"Why don't you even know the evocation bell?" Lao Liao looked at me in surprise and made me feel like an idiot. It's really embarrassing. You don't need to detect props such as souls at ordinary times, so you naturally don't know.

"What is this?" Lao Liao said with his hands knotted a handprint.

"Great, old liao! You can even print a vase. "

"How do you say I'm still a folklorist, it's a pity that capability is not enough. It can only be short-term invisible deception and imps. " Lao Liao explained with a smile.

Buddha said: "I felt bad when I saw that there was no wind in the evocation clock. I quickly tied up the vase and hid it." First I saw a wet head.

Fly into the house, and then it will rise to the ceiling when it hears you calling me outside. I wanted to remind you when I saw you rush in, but you jumped out again. And the man's head was still in the house, so I had to keep hiding. In fact, when you jumped out, it followed the door, but I was afraid it would come back, so I didn't dare to untie my handprint for a while. I dare not show my face until you come back again. "

"A head? It should be three, isn't it them? " This is getting more and more complicated.

Lao Liao went on to say, "But seeing that flying head just now reminds me of one thing."

"Don't say yet," I stopped Lao Liao from going on. "It's not that simple. Let's go to St. Paul's church first. "

"Are you afraid?"

"Hey hey," I looked at Lao Liao with a strange smile. "I'm not afraid, I'm not fooled by it!"

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