Chapter 12: Meeting with ghosts and riding the bus

I have to say that An Yu’s office is a great place. After I had a few pieces of beef, a pack of biscuits and a bowl of instant noodles, I was extremely satisfied.

I looked at the time and there was still about an hour left. I looked in An Yu’s wine cabinet again, but there was no white wine, so I poured a glass of red wine for myself, then took his big China and turned on his computer. In a short while, I was lost in the legendary story of a man named Li Xiaoyao.

I didn’t expect that An Yu had a computer with the Legend of Sword and Fairy installed on it, and that he actually liked it. I thought his only hobby was women.

While playing the game, I felt that I was very familiar with myself. Why was I so familiar? I thought about this question carefully and realized that as the years passed, I was becoming more and more like my master in all my behavior.

Wherever my master went, he would eat and drink, and only then would he start working. When I was young, I deeply despised my master for his unmannerly behavior, but I never imagined that when I grew up, I would turn out to be the same.

The subtle influence is really terrible. I thought to myself, and I broke into a cold sweat.

Time passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye, it was five minutes to eleven. It seemed that An Yu’s company was not a breakthrough. I stood up and stretched, put the emperor’s ruler on my belt, put the three-ring bell in my pocket, and took a willow whip in my hand, and then set off like a good-for-nothing.

“What image do you want? We don’t talk about that kind of thing in our school. It’s convenient to have it at hand. If you say I look like a rascal, I’ll beat you up.” This is the profound education my master gave me, which I have always kept in mind.

If the master has a certain image, then of course the disciple will have a certain image as well.

This time I didn’t bother to ring the three bells when I went out. I was afraid that the key guy wouldn’t come to the door. I went out boldly, but found that the big office was exceptionally quiet, and the hallway was also quiet.

What’s going on? Is this the calm before the storm? I didn’t bother to think about it. As I got to know him better, I felt more and more that the layout was not done in the orthodox way. The more unorthodox it was, the more difficult it was to trace the source. He wasn’t using Taoist methods, but I also had a hunch that it wasn’t Nanyang methods either.

Although I know very little about Nanyang’s methods, I know a little about them. His methods are not very similar to Nanyang’s methods.

To be precise, Nanyang’s methods are generally effective and have a great effect. They can also be described as having a particularly “cruel” result. They are not as slow as boiling a frog in water. If it weren’t for the fact that the woman was pregnant, it would have been a minor incident.

I was afraid of this. The key thing would not show its effect until the right time. Maybe I would have to use a little trick to bring it out.

With this in mind, I arrived at the elevator. Since I had greeted An Yu, the office building did not shut down at 10 o’clock tonight, as it had in the past. An Yu had reserved a working elevator for me.

When the elevator reached the second floor, the time had already pointed to 11 o’clock, to be exact, it was already 11:02, but the surroundings were still surprisingly quiet and especially “clean.” Even the evil spirits that permeated the corridor had been diluted a lot. This strange situation made me a little uneasy.

I stepped into the elevator, and perhaps it was a blessing, I suddenly remembered a question, and looked in the direction of the toilet, but suddenly discovered a problem. At the toilet door, the surrounding area was particularly “dirty” within a radius of one meter, and the evil spirits gathered there, so much so that it was foggy and hazy in the eyes.

I suddenly ran out of the elevator and rushed to the toilet. I swear I definitely wasn’t having diarrhea, but I suddenly thought of a somewhat unbelievable possibility, that is, all the ghosts were hiding in the toilet!

In terms of feng shui, toilets are generally built in unlucky positions. Perhaps the architect did not understand the specific feng shui, but the location of the toilet in a building is relatively particular. This particularity actually coincides with feng shui. Perhaps its location is not exactly on an unlucky position, but it is not far off. This is a very wonderful inheritance.

Buildings at that time were more conscientious, unlike some buildings nowadays, which have all kinds of layouts and do not follow any particular method.

Generally speaking, the toilet is in an inauspicious position, which has the meaning of containing evil spirits with filth. However, once the evil spirits cannot be contained, it is the favorite place for the “good brothers” to stay because the inauspicious position is relatively dark and the negative energy field is relatively heavy. They are comfortable staying there and feel safe hiding inside.

So I thought of this strange possibility: all the ghosts on this floor are hiding in the toilet. What are they hiding from? This situation, which has no rules, seems to have a breakthrough only from them.

While I was thinking, I had already rushed into the toilet. As soon as I entered, I felt a strong sense of discomfort all over my body. This is where I am in trouble. People are hiding in this place, but I have to rush over to find clues.

There are ways to protect myself, but I can’t use them because they might be seen as a provocation. How can I find clues then?

I could only mobilize all my strength, clench my fists, let my breath flow, drive my blood, and make my aura instantly strong. “Good brothers” don’t talk about emotions. Yin and yang are originally opposite. It is inevitable that its aura will affect you.

Standing at the door of the toilet, I took a deep breath. The next moment, I finally opened my third eye. What a courageous act.

Although I’m not afraid of ghosts, I haven’t seen many. This time, I might as well see a group of ghosts sitting in the toilet having a meeting. What else can I call it if I’m not brave? So, I had to take a deep breath.

When I opened my third eye, the first thing that came into my eyes was a mass of gray or black gas. They were not organized in any way, but the scene was enough to shock people. It was densely packed with the toilet.

On the ceiling, on the floor, beside me… You have to know that they don’t have bodies in the house, so there are no gravitational or physical restrictions, so they can float around.

The next moment, as the vision gradually became clearer, the gas clouds began to take on the shape of individual people. To say that it was terrifying is actually quite a bit of a stretch. After all, there was no life, no blood, and the shapes of the people were not very clear. Who wouldn’t be scared to look at them? But to say that it scared me, it couldn’t.

It’s like getting on a crowded bus. That’s what buses are like, right? People are packed in, and you can see a sea of heads, plus a sea of expressionless faces.

Ghosts have a sensitive sense of touch. When you see it, it will notice you. This is good. I finally got to live out my idol fantasy in the toilet. It was a million eyes!

Seeing a ghost and communicating with it are two completely different things. It can hear you, or rather, it can sense your emotions and consciousness, but if it is not specifically targeting you and trying to convey something to you, you won’t be able to hear what it is saying.

At such times, people can only communicate with them in a semi-conscious state. This is difficult to grasp and even more difficult to achieve.

If a ghost wants to ask you for help, you can usually see and hear it only when you are half asleep and half awake, in a hazy state. However, you can’t see or hear clearly, and it’s even difficult to remember what it said afterwards.

There is a reason for this, because you are passively communicating, and even somewhat resisting! But it is also enough to show how deep the boundary between Yin and Yang is.

But how could it be so difficult to get to me? I am the disciple of my master. The next moment, I simply sat at the door of the toilet…

Then I took out the red string and began to tie a knot on my pulse point. This knot is an upgraded version of the lock yang knot, called the closed yang knot. It means that yang energy is closed in the whole body, not locked so that it no longer flows, and no longer connects with yang energy from the outside.

That is closing the door and sealing it shut. This is only letting in and not letting out.

But this knot also has the same effect as the lock-yang knot, which is to make the vitality and yang of the person seem to gradually weaken to the outside world. It is a way to guard the body and the soul half-out of the body.

In fact, I don’t know if this is a way of leaving the body, but I do know that once I tie this knot and combine it with meditation, I will be in a state of semi-consciousness and semi-obscurity.

The lock-yang knot is used to dilute one’s yang energy, making it easier for ghosts to possess the body, or to avoid colliding with the vulnerable soul.

This kind of closed yang knot is for communicating with ghosts.

I don’t understand why the whole person seems to have lost vitality and yang energy in the outside world, and it is easier to achieve this state of out-of-body experience. But I understand that this is the most effective method.