There are stories about the ten taboos at home, such as origins, legends or some short stories.

In Xinjiekou, there is a new "Fanjishi Mingguan" recently, where people can read Feng Shui and pray to the gods. Call it superstition, as they adhere to the Eight Diagrams and the Book of Changes. Call it science, but the couplet "Ten Taboos about Seeing Ghosts" hanging on the entrance door of the hall makes people feel inexplicably weird. What's more, the calligraphy is so vigorous and powerful that it seems to penetrate the back of the paper. Even people who don't know how to write can see the skill contained in it, which adds to the mystery of this calligraphy.

At this time, a chubby master was sitting upright in the hall, looking like a fairy. Not far away, a man was sitting comfortably on the sofa, reading a newspaper, covering his face. Opposite the master, an aunt in her forties was shrinking and complaining nervously: "Master, since my husband died, I have never lived in peace!" I always see little people dancing in the corner. Sometimes, while I am brushing my teeth, I feel a chill on the back of my neck. When I look up, my reflection in the mirror always feels a bit blurry. Also, when I go to bed at night, I always hear someone gasping under the bed. Sometimes there seems to be a face floating on the wall, but when you turn on the light, there is nothing there. What's even more terrifying is that I suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, and the door that is obviously closed is opened. The sheets on the half of the bed where no one is sleeping next to me are often wrinkled as if someone has slept on them. Master, save me! "

The fat master took a sip of tea slowly and said: "Three taboos, six taboos, nine taboos"

"Huh? The aunt was stunned. The fat master pointed at the words and said, "You have violated a taboo." "

The aunt repeated the words, and her face became paler as she read it. When she spoke again, her voice trembled a little: "Master, what does this mean? "

The fat master took out a pen from the pen holder and handed it to the aunt and said: "Give me a picture of your home to draw." ”

The aunt quickly drew a schematic diagram of a two-bedroom apartment on paper, and marked the layout of the home according to the requirements of the fat master. Although there was no concept of proportion at all, it still gave people a rough idea.

After reading the picture, the Fat Master shook his head and sighed: "Did you see it? The third taboo is to leave the corner empty and easily occupied by ghosts. If you place a pot of water bamboo here, it will aggravate the yin energy. The sixth taboo is not to look in the mirror, leaving the mirror for ghosts to see. The ninth taboo is to reserve a bed for sleeping. Inviting ghosts to the bed will bring bad luck... It is best not to put pillows on the half of your bed where no one is sleeping. Even if you put them, they should be deliberately crooked, or put some cushions or folded pillows on them. Quilt to show that this is not a reserved bed. "

The aunt had been frightened to the point of dizziness. After hearing this, she quickly said: "Then, what should I do? Is this... is this my husband..."

"How did your husband die? "

"He died in the car accident"

After the aunt finished speaking, her expression seemed to be hiding something. The fat master said unhappily: "I am saving you. If there is anything to hide, there is nothing I can do about it.

The aunt said quickly: "No, no, alas, the one in my family went back to his hometown for burial. There is nothing to hide. He is just afraid of being questioned and fined." ”

“During the burial, did you invite anyone to sing or perform rituals? "

"How dare you? The family just washed and put on new clothes and buried her in the middle of the night. "

The Fat Master said "oh" and asked if there was anything weird during the burial. He took out a few talismans from the drawer and circled a few places on the picture drawn by the aunt with a pen: "Return Post some symbols at home. If it doesn't work, come see me again. ”

“This...will this hurt my husband’s soul?” "

"This is just a charm to send ghosts to reincarnation." The fat master said with a solemn face: "Whether your husband is your husband or not, it is not suitable for living people to stay in the same room with dead people. ”

“Yes, yes, thank you, Master!” "The aunt thanked her repeatedly, as if she was remembering something again, and asked: "Master, when my husband was buried, a nest of magpies suddenly flew away on the tree, which shocked everyone at the time. Isn't this weird? "

The Fat Master smiled: "When the dead are buried, it is inevitable to disturb some living creatures. In the world, I'm afraid crows are the only ones who like dead people. "

The aunt nodded with relief and was about to leave when she heard the man who had been reading the newspaper say: "It's not a good thing to be frightened.

You woman, why don’t you be cremated? "

The aunt was startled. She turned around and saw that the man was in his thirties or forties, with a mature temperament and a gentle smile on his face, hiding the depth in his eyes. The aunt You will immediately know what a real immortal is...

In surprise, the aunt looked at Master Fatty inquiringly, and Master Fatty smiled and said: "This is the real master of the small hall." The boss, Master Fantu. The master travels around all year round, and he just happened to come back here today. It is fate that you met him. "

The aunt's face was full of surprise and excitement. She clasped her hands together and made a nondescript salute with a pious face. Then she said: "It's my husband who doesn't allow cremation in their home. They say it's cremation. The soul is gone and cannot be reincarnated.

Fantu shook his head with a smile and said: "According to what you said, if you want to kill someone, it's best to use fire." To prevent evil spirits from coming back for revenge. "

"Well, the master is always funny." The fat master chuckled and took the talisman in the aunt's hand and said: "Since the master asked me, it is your good fortune. Why don't you ask the master for some advice? My talisman is much more powerful! "

After hearing this, the aunt hurriedly wanted to speak with a smile on her face, but Fantu stretched out her hand and made a silencing gesture and said: "There is nothing to say, you don't understand the rules, you are shocked, although It's a family member, but it needs to be dealt with as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary complications. I'll write you a talisman later. You go back on a day when the sun is at its strongest, dig out the coffin, and don't open the coffin, just burn it. Remember from now on, not everyone can do this job of burying corpses..." After saying that, he walked to the table, took a piece of yellow paper, filled up his pen and ink, and drew a musical note in one stroke.

Fantu put down his pen and smiled casually. In the past hundred years, he could only feel relaxed in these small restaurants.

These small restaurants are his. It's a hobby, a pretending game. He is pretending to be the person he was a thousand years ago, the person who was willing to help the world, had the world in mind, and was upright and selfless.

He must play this kind of game from time to time. Otherwise, he is afraid that he will really go crazy and mess up the whole plan, his final plan!