Collection of strange powers and chaotic gods

Chapter 135 The rooster crows and the ghost shrinks

During the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, there was a scholar whose surname was Sima and his given name was Xiang. This man was Mr. Yuan Mei's favorite student.

For a period of time, Sima Xiang taught in a private school owned by a family named Lin in Lishui, Jiangnan (now Lishui District, Nanjing City, Jiangsu Province).

The place where the Lin family lives is called Hengshan Township, which is a very remote place.

At that time, it was summer and the weather was extremely hot. Sima Xiang found that the west hall of the master's house, which was very tall and spacious, was empty and unoccupied.

So, Sima Xiang and the students cleaned the west hall cleanly and prepared it as a place to enjoy the cool air at night.

Then, Sima Xiang moved in with his luggage and books and his bed, preparing to live in the west hall from now on.

At night, Sima Xiang was ready to sleep. But because of the hot weather, he couldn't sleep for a while, so he lit a candle and read in bed.

At midnight, he suddenly heard a "chirping" sound outside the door, like a ghost.

Sima Xiang suddenly felt nervous. He believed that there were ghosts and gods in this world.

He heard ghostly screams outside the door, approaching from far away, and stopped at the door of the west hall.

He couldn't help but stare at the door.

There was no one at the door, but the door bolt began to slide by itself, and then was pulled out.

The candlelight in the room suddenly became smaller and smaller, and a dark wind blew in.

Following the gloomy wind, a short ghost walked in first.

The ghost's face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and it seemed to be crying but not crying. After coming in, he looked around and started running around the room without saying anything.

Immediately afterwards, another ghost walked in.

This ghost is much bigger than the one who came in first, and his figure is like that of a normal person. He wears a gauze hat on his head and a red robe. He has a kind face and a long white beard on his chin.

The red-robed ghost walked into the room, pacing unsteadily.

He walked slowly for a few steps and sat down on the chair in front of the desk.

On the desk, there are newly written poems by Sima Xiang, but he hasn't had time to put them away yet.

The red-robed ghost picked it up and looked at it.

During the process, he nodded frequently, as if he had some understanding, and admired Sima Xiang's poems very much.

After a while, the red-robed ghost stood up and waved to the short ghost.

The short ghost immediately walked up to the red-robed ghost.

The red-robed ghost reached out and took the dwarf ghost by the hand, and walked to the bed together, staring at Sima Xiang intently.

Sima Xiang showed no fear and immediately sat up, staring at him with wide eyes.

One person and two ghosts just looked at each other blankly, neither of them spoke.

At this time, Sima Xiang heard the chicken outside suddenly crow.

A strange thing happened: Sima Xiang saw the two ghosts. Following the crow of the rooster, his body shrank by a foot, and the candle light in the room became brighter. The rooster crowed again, and the two ghosts shrank again. After one foot, the candlelight became a little brighter.

Just like that, the rooster crows three or four times, and the two ghosts shrink three or four times, and they get shorter and shorter.

Gradually, the two wings of the red-robed ghost's gauze hat hit the ground as his body continued to shrink, and then the two ghosts disappeared.

The next day, Sima Xiang got up and went to ask the local indigenous residents.

A local told him: "This house is where Lin Yushi's father and son were buried together in the Ming Dynasty."

Sima Xiang heard that the owner's family name was also Lin. Could it be that the ancestors of his family were buried?

He hurriedly ran and told the master's family about the incident.

When the host heard this, he did not dare to neglect and ordered people to dig up the ground of the west hall.

Sure enough, we found two red coffins.

The owner immediately wrote a sacrificial text, invited monks and Taoists to perform rituals, and then selected a geomantic treasure place, moved the coffin there, and buried it.