Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 2 The Return of the Soul
When the child was sent to the hospital, the doctor concluded that he was dead and did not even take first aid measures. He asked Ding Zhiming to take the child away.Moreover, Ding Zhiming guarded Ding Ermiao's body for almost a day and a night. During this period, he often touched the child's chest or tested his breathing, hoping that a miracle would occur and the child would suddenly come back to life.

But the child's body was always cold and stiff, with no breathing or heartbeat.It has been buried for several hours now. Could it be that the child has returned to the grave in the grave?

"Tao, Taoist Priest..." Ding Zhiming was surprised, happy and suspicious, and he stuttered and asked: "You said my son is still, not dead?"

"Pindao never tells lies." Priest Sanpian pointed at the grave and said, "There is green energy rising slowly on this grave, which shows that the people inside are not dead yet."

"Why can't I see... what kind of greenness?" Ding Zhiming asked.

Taoist Priest Sanpian snorted: "How could you see it with your naked eyes? Not only did I see the green energy, but I also saw the three souls of the person in the grave solidified, and the seven souls ethereal. He is definitely not a short-lived person!"

With a plop, Ding Zhiming knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Please, save my child!"

"Get up first. Since I have encountered this matter, I will not ignore it."

Sanpian Taoist Priest took out a small sword from the backpack on his shoulder, cut off a wrist-thick pine tree with his hand, sharpened both ends and handed it to Ding Zhiming, saying: "Hurry up and dig the grave. Take the child out!"

Ding Zhiming did not dare to neglect, took the pine stick and dug the grave with all his strength.Farmers are already strong, Ding Zhiming is still in his prime, and the covering soil on the new grave is very soft.In less than 5 minutes, the grave had been dug open, and a small coffin was exposed to the moonlight.

"Get out of the way." Sanpian Taoist Priest took out a steel awl with a handle, pried a few times at the joints of the coffin lid, then raised his hand and opened the coffin lid.

Ding Ermiao slept in the coffin, motionless.

"Er Miao..." Ding Zhiming saw his son's remains again and couldn't help but feel sad and burst into tears.

Priest Sanpian bent down and carefully looked at Ding Ermiao's facial features. Later, he bent down and took Ding Ermiao out and placed him on a flat ground next to him.

"Taoist Master, can you really save my son?" Ding Zhiming wiped his tears and asked.

However, Sanpoor Taoist Priest ignored Ding Zhiming and unbuttoned Ding Ermiao's shirt, exposing his chest.Then, he took out the brush from his backpack, dipped it in cinnabar water, and drew a strange pattern on Ding Ermiao's chest.

After the pattern was drawn, the Sanpian Taoist priest sat cross-legged in front of Ding Ermiao's head, clasped his hands, pointed the tip of his index finger at Ding Ermiao's Tianling Cap, and shouted: "There is no way out of the underworld, and the soul is coming back!"

After three consecutive shouts, Ding Ermiao still remained motionless on the ground.

Ding Zhiming was extremely disappointed and looked depressed.Just when I was about to persuade the Taoist to stop messing around and let the child rest in peace, I felt a cold wind blowing and the surrounding vegetation rustled!

Ding Ermiao, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sat up, and then opened his mouth and shouted: "Dad...!"

"Er Miao——!" Ding Zhiming also shouted, rushed over, held his son tightly in his arms and cried.

After finishing the practice, the three poor Taoists stood up and looked around, suddenly changed their expressions, and asked: "There is a cemetery in each of the east and west, whose family's ancestral tomb?"

Ding Zhiming raised his head, pointed with his finger and said, "The stretch to the west is my family's ancestral grave. The large area to the east is the grave of a family surnamed Mu in the village."

"This place is very dangerous. Don't stay for a long time. Send your children home quickly. Leave quickly!" Priest Sanpian drew his sword again and shouted at Ding Zhiming.

Ding Zhiming went in without knowing it, but he didn't dare to disobey the Taoist's words. He put the child on his back and walked away.Holding the sword in his hand, the three poor priests followed closely behind Ding Zhiming, his eyes gleaming, looking left and right.

Unexpectedly, after walking only a dozen steps, a burst of black mist suddenly floated over, covering Ding Zhiming and the three of them, unable to distinguish anything.In the black mist, there are faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling, which is creepy.

"Taoist priest, what's going on?" Ding Zhiming was shocked and stood there without daring to act.The hillside here was only three miles away from the village, but Ding Zhiming suddenly lost his direction and didn't know which way to go.

The Sanpian Taoist Priest snorted heavily and shouted: "What kind of ghost dares to inflict miasma on me! If you don't retreat, don't blame my men for being ruthless!"

But the threats from the three poor Taoist priests had no effect at all.The black fog did not subside, but became thicker and thicker.The shrill ghostly screams were getting closer and closer, as if they were right in my ears.

Ding Zhiming was so frightened that his teeth chattered. He grabbed Taoist Priest Sanpian's robe with one hand and his body shivered.

In the darkness, I could only hear Taoist Priest Sanpian chanting: "Green dragon on the left and white tiger on the right, the immortal guides the way, drive--!"

As soon as the sound of the curse stopped, two small lanterns, one green and one white, suddenly rose into the air, level with people's shoulders, and slowly floated forward.The path under the lantern, within a three-foot-square area, was also illuminated with strange lights, like an illusion.

"Follow the lantern, hurry!"

Ding Zhiming was overjoyed when such a bright light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he hurriedly walked behind the two lanterns with his child on his back.Sanpian Taoist Priest was muttering incantations that Ding Zhiming could not understand.

The screams of ghosts all around became more and more shrill, and the sounds were so noisy that they sounded like thousands of troops.The Sanpian Taoist Priest's curses became more and more urgent, as fast as a shrew cursing in the street.

After walking for another ten minutes, the light of the lantern gradually dimmed, floating in the air like fireflies.Beyond the light of the lantern, in the black mist, ghostly figures spread their teeth and claws.

"Taoist Master, I can't see the road again!" Ding Zhiming shouted.

"Don't be afraid, there's me!" San Poor Daoist shouted sharply: "The world has no limit, and there is a law in the world—!"

Amidst the fierce shouting, a bronze mirror rose above his head again, and a beam of red light was emitted from the mirror, shining directly at Ding Zhiming's feet.At the same time, Priest Sanpian waved his hands rapidly, and the surrounding fire flickered and made a roar.

"Ah..., Eey-!"

It seemed that a ghost was hit, and the screams continued, like howling a wolf, like a baby's hooves, like a wild cat crying spring.

Led by the red light in front of him, Ding Zhiming stumbled back to his home.This familiar journey would be child's play in normal times.But tonight, this is simply the most difficult journey in Ding Zhiming's life.

The ghost's screams were chasing after him in the distance.

The three poor Taoist priests waved their hands, and the two lanterns, one green and one white, had been hung firmly on both sides of the door of Ding's house. The bronze mirror hung in the middle of the door, with a flickering red light pointing the way.

The old man of the Ding family and Mu Cuizhen were both awake. When they saw Ding Zhiming pushing through the door with Er Miao on his back, followed by an old Taoist priest, they were both shocked and rushed forward together.

"Mom..." As soon as Ermiao landed, she threw herself into Mu Cuizhen's arms.

Mother and son hugged each other and cried.Mu Cuizhen felt that she was in a dream as she touched the child's face.

Mr. Ding looked shocked and asked, "Zhiming, what's going on?"

"Stop talking, quickly close the doors and windows. Take my Taoist talismans and stick them on the doors, windows and stove door." Taoist Master Sanpian took out a dozen yellow Taoist talismans from his backpack and handed them to Ding Zhiming.

Ding Zhiming had just seen the Taoist master's methods and saw the evil ghost blocking the road, so he believed his words and regarded them as imperial edicts.At that moment, Ding Zhiming took the Taoist charm and posted it all over the doors and windows upstairs and downstairs.

A gust of wind howled, all the lights in the house went out, and there was a shrill sound of ghosts outside.From time to time, there were banging sounds from the windows and doors.

That night, more than 100 households in Mu Basin were sleepless.Some brave villagers looked into the Ding family's house and could vaguely see a tall evil spirit wandering in front of the Ding's house.In addition, there are countless ghost figures floating in the sky.

The strange thing is that these ghosts only wander around Ding's house and never bother other people's houses.

At that time, some wealthy villagers had telephones installed in their homes and wanted to call the police, but the calls could not be made at all.

But the Sanpoor Daoist set up an incense table in Ding's house, holding a sword and stepping on the seven stars, guarding the five members of Ding's family behind him, and chanting the incantation for a whole night.

(End of this chapter)