I created Qin Tianjian in modern times

Chapter 55
Chen Xue and Zhang Lingyuan stood behind Zhao Qi, looking at him curiously. This rather strange atmosphere made them both subconsciously breathe lightly.

Zhao Qi lit three sticks of incense, then inserted the incense into the white rice and placed it in front of Li Bikang.

Li Bikang was confused and vague, his eyes looking at the bright and dim sparks in front of him.

The bell hanging from the red string tied to his finger hung in the air, although there was a breeze, it made no sound.

"Once the fire on the shoulders is extinguished, the path of ghosts and ghosts will pass through. Once the overhead lights are extinguished, all the ghosts and spirits around will return to the soul..."

call……

Just as Zhao Qi's voice fell, the trees on both sides suddenly began to rustle, and gusts of wind came, giving people a sense of sight in the dark.

"Jingle bell... Jingle bell..."

The bell hanging on the red rope began to ring desperately. The sound penetrated into the ears of Chen Xue and Zhang Lingyuan, and they could only feel the qi and blood in their bodies surging, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, Zhao Qi frowned.

"There is more than one ghost here!"

While speaking, Zhao Qi quickly grabbed one of Li Bikang's fingers, then pricked the tip of his finger, and then dripped it on the red rope.

"Blood relatives, use the bell as a guide, come quickly and ask questions!"

Zhao Qi shouted loudly, and an extremely coercive aura suddenly spread out from his body. In an instant, everything calmed down and everything became depressed.

"This...this is...what's going on?"

A group of experts and professors looked at the scene in disbelief, and this scene made everyone feel an inexplicable strangeness.

The strange weather change just now subsided instantly under Zhao Qi's scolding. This is not something that can be explained by scientific common sense.

No one knew what was going on, but some of the folklore experts had sweat dripping from their foreheads.

"I once saw an ancient book, which seemed to mention what Mr. Zhao said just now.

That article is about the method of asking rice to invite ghosts, and it is almost exactly the same as what Mr. Zhao is doing now! "

"Please ghost? How can there be ghosts in this world?"

A group of experts and professors find it difficult to accept this theory. You must know that even these folklore experts present only study folklore from an academic point of view. The main research direction is the origin and evolution of folklore, so as to deduce Developments from ancient societies.

Belief in ghosts and gods does not conflict with the study of folklore, just like the professors who study myths and legends here, what they study is the origin of myths and the correspondence with the social environment at that time, rather than the real study of these gods Where is it.

Even the folk master who has been playing with Wenwan is rarely silent at this moment.

The many exquisiteness of folklore knowledge, for most people, is more like a kind of wisdom passed down from their ancestors.

Whether it is opening a business shop or the complicated rules and regulations, it is a kind of memorial to the dead and a culture passed down from generation to generation.

But for the theory of ghosts and gods, even this folk master's attitude is very cryptic in the end.

No one has ever seen ghosts and gods with their own eyes, so they cannot categorically state with their chests beating that ghosts and gods do exist in this world.

But what this Zhao Jianshi did now clearly fully explained his attitude towards this matter.

Even if you want to invite a ghost to ask questions, isn't this a big joke in the world?
The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became heavy. Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the big screen in astonishment, wanting to know what would happen next?
Kang Lei has been sitting quietly by the side, paying attention to the emotional changes of each professor.

This class is very important to everyone here. As the saying goes, if you don't break, you can't build. If you don't let them quickly realize what they are about to face.

Then entering the Qin Tianjian in time will not play much role.

And it just so happened that Tang Lei also wanted to see the scene of conferring the gods with his own eyes. This was something he had been looking forward to for a long time, so he couldn't help but keep his eyes on it.

"Jingle bell... Jingle bell..."

The crisp bell sound was no longer as complicated as last time, as if the previous disruptors had disappeared.

Visible to the naked eye, the red rope hanging in mid-air began to bend section by section, and each bend would cause the bell tied to the red rope to make a crisp sound.

Chen Xue covered her mouth in surprise. This scene looked like someone was pulling a rope and gradually approaching Li Bikang.

Zhang Lingyuan's face was filled with disbelief, and he also noticed that the bowl of white rice placed between Zhao Qi and Li Bikang had started to turn black.

"Son, son, it's really you!"

Li Bikang, who had been in a daze, suddenly stared at him with wide eyes, shouting emotionally.

At this moment, Zhao Qi stood up, grabbed a handful of blackened white rice, and stuffed it into Li Bikang's mouth.

At the same time, Li Bikang suddenly stiffened, and then began to tremble uncontrollably.

But this process didn't last for a few seconds, and suddenly his body softened as if all his strength had been removed, and his head drooped to the side.

"What's going on? What's wrong with him?"

The professors looked at this scene in bewilderment. It seemed that Li Bikang had suddenly lost consciousness, which added a bit of weirdness to the scene everyone saw.

But Zhao Qi didn't seem surprised. He unhurriedly crossed his legs again, sat opposite Li Bikang, and then asked in a deep voice:

"Who is coming, sign up to come."

"I...my name is Li Da, where am I..."

Li Bikang slowly opened his eyes, but Chen Xue and Zhang Lingyuan noticed that Li Bikang's eyes, which had always been cloudy, became clear at this moment. Although his face didn't change much, it felt like a different person .

Moreover, the voice from Li Bikang's mouth was no longer the slightly old tone before.

Judging from the voice, it was clearly that of a young man, and his tone was extremely panicked.

boom!
Suddenly, the entire conference room was in an uproar. Several professors suddenly stood up, and the sound of tables and chairs being knocked over was heard one after another. They looked at the scene in front of them in horror.

This is obviously a different person, but how is it possible?
Could it be that he really invited a ghost to take over him?

Are there really ghosts in this world?
Whether there are ghosts in this world has always been something that many scientists want to figure out.

Some foreign scientists even brought dying people to the laboratory for observation, and finally came to the conclusion that when a person dies, his weight will be 21 to 25 grams lighter.

And in the process, some instruments also detected an unknown energy emanating from the human body.

Therefore, the conclusion of the experiment is that these 21 to 25 grams may be the weight of the soul, and the unknown substance emitted may be the ghost commonly known among the people.

However, this kind of scientific conclusion has not been fully popularized in the scientific community. Science needs to be verified, but there has been no effective method of verifying this matter for hundreds of years.

After all, only the dead can know whether there are ghosts or not...

Therefore, the vast majority of people still maintain a negative attitude towards the theory of ghosts and gods.

It is this point of view that makes the scene before him even more strange.

Chen Xue took a step back subconsciously, and a young man's voice came out from the mouth of a middle-aged man, which was a frightening thing in the first place.

Moreover, the voice sounds ethereal, as if the person making the voice is in a very empty environment, and there may even be faint echoes between the words. "Li Da, the son of Li Bikang..."

Zhao Qi looked at Li Bikang in front of him without changing his expression and said:

"You are so courageous. Your parents raised you so big, but you made your mother unconscious during the first seven reincarnations, and turned your father into such a crazy person. How is it unreasonable?"

Zhao Qi looked at Li Bikang questioning him sternly, but upon hearing this, Li Bikang waved his hands in a panic, causing the bells attached to his fingers to ring loudly.

"No, no, that's not me, that's not me!"

The young voice became more and more flustered, even a little helpless.

Zhao Qi frowned slightly, then he emphasized his tone:
"Then you'd better explain clearly, otherwise I will make your soul fly to pieces."

While talking, Zhao Qijian picked up two grains of white rice.

Li Da suddenly became even more panicked, and even his voice began to tremble.

"Master, my death was wronged, I was killed by the water ghost in the river, and I was trapped in the river.

The water ghost swapped its corpse with my corpse's clothes, and after soaking for a long time, it was difficult to distinguish its appearance.

When someone came to salvage the body, they mistook the water ghost's body for my body.

If the monument is erected and buried, the water ghost must be freed, but I was trapped in the river, and I can only escape after finding a substitute..."

Li Da's voice began to become bleak, and at the end it even became a little sharp because of anger.

water ghost...

This is something Zhao Qi never thought of. Although there are ghosts in this world, the world has its own place. If there is no special opportunity, ghosts will not hurt people.

Is it because of the resurgence of Yin Qi?
But after investigating this village for so long, I didn't feel anything causing fluctuations. What's going on?

Just as Zhao Qi was thinking, Li Da's voice came again:

"I was wandering aimlessly by the river, no one could see me and I couldn't ask for help.

Fortunately, I met an old man in the forest. The old man must also be an expert, and he was able to see me.

He told me that there was a way to help me, and that was to help me regain my soul during the first seven years and seek help from my parents.

I didn't expect it to become like this. I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it! "

Li Da emphasized his unintentional actions over and over again. At this moment, Zhao Qi also roughly understood the ins and outs of the matter.

However, the old man Li Da mentioned seemed rather strange.

"Although you didn't do it on purpose, you must also know that humans and ghosts have different paths. The yin energy in your body is a great shock to the living, not to mention your parents are old and lack yang energy, so they are affected by the yin energy. After the intrusion, the impact will naturally be greater than other people.

If the old man you are talking about is really an expert, how can you not know this. "

Zhao Qi said thoughtfully, but he also knew that Li Da obviously could not have any answer to this question.

Although there are still many doubts about this whole matter, Li Da is also a hard-working person after all.

So after Zhao Qi sighed lightly, he made a decision:
"Missing you is also unintentional, and it is only by chance that I can come here, and it is impossible to ignore this matter.

I will salvage your body and bury it again, so that you can be freed early.

I will take care of the rest as well.

But as the saying goes, humans and ghosts follow different paths, so don’t stay too long in this world..."

Li Da's mood suddenly became very excited. Obviously, the state he was in at the moment made him very painful.

"Thank you, master!"

Zhao Qi cut off the three burning incense sticks.

"puff!"

Li Bikang shivered again, and then vomited out all the rice stuffed in his mouth.

Originally, the white rice was only slightly dark, but now it has become pure black.

There is even a sticky black liquid between the white rice.

"What's wrong with me?"

What surprised Chen Xue and Zhang Lingyuan was that Li Bikang, who woke up again, was no longer as crazy as before.

Although his eyes were cloudy, they were brighter and his speech had returned to normal.

Zhao Qi untied the red rope tied to Li Bikang's hand, and then patted his shoulder:

"It's all right, the reason so many things happened is because you didn't bury your son's body.

His body is still in this river, I will salvage the body as soon as possible, bury it again, and everything will pass.

As for your wife, don't worry, since I have intervened in this matter, there must be a good beginning and a good end. "

Li Bikang looked at Zhao Qi in surprise, and didn't understand what he was talking about at all. Until now, he still thought that his son had been buried in the ground, but he never thought that there was a big misunderstanding in it.

This time, the art of asking for rice and attracting ghosts caused a great shock to all the experts and professors.

Although the whole process only lasted 10 minutes, it confirmed a few things to these experts and professors.

For everyone, the biggest shock is that there are ghosts in this world, and it is not difficult to see from Zhao Qi's words that there seems to be a place where ghosts live in this world, which is probably the Yincao in folklore Hell.

This is enough to change the core views of academic programs that many experts have investigated.

Needle drop could be heard in the entire meeting room, and the experts couldn't recover for a long time, and their expressions seemed a little stiff.

Only at this moment did they really understand what Zhao Qi meant when he said that they would see it with their own eyes.

They are not participating in an academic discussion, but following Zhao Qi to accept the real and unknown side of the world.

A folklore professor excitedly opened the computer he carried with him, and a paper of tens of thousands of words was displayed on his computer screen. Once published in the future, it will receive countless hits and praises.

But the professor deleted the paper without hesitation after just looking at it a few times.

Because he suddenly discovered that this seemingly rigorous folklore paper was just a child's ramblings, one-sided and childish...

When all the text was deleted, the professor slowly typed six more words:

"The Truth about Folk Customs in Qintianjian"

(End of this chapter)