I wonder if you have heard such a story. Some people will lose some of their souls after being frightened. Maybe they are scared when they are young and cry non-stop at night. Maybe they feel confused when they grow up and can’t concentrate without any concentration. That may be that your soul is lost after being frightened.

This is the case with my father. After my father saw something that he shouldn’t have seen, his soul also lost part of it, causing many things that shouldn’t have appeared to enter his body. Grandma also encountered such things when she was a child, so she suddenly saw her father’s problem.

There is a small temple not far from the town. It is said that there is a woman who can solve such a problem. Many people have told her that she is very wise. You can know everything with a pair of chopsticks.

My grandmother got up early without even having breakfast, so she went to find the legendary witch without even having breakfast.

The bridge was repaired, and grandma found the small face as she walked shortly.

When I was a child, the woman was still a little girl. My grandmother heard her mother say that the little girl had red eyes when she gave birth to her. It was said that she had yin and yang eyes. She could see things that ordinary people could not see. I also heard what my grandmother said.

But, in fact, I have seen the real Yin and Yang eyes.

Grandma parked her bicycle on the wall of the temple, sorted out her hair, and walked into the small temple. Although the temple was not big, the incense was not small. The incense burner in front of the Bodhisattva was filled with burnt incense, and spider webs were everywhere in every corner. It seemed as dirty as no one in the temple was cleaning. However, there were continuous sounds of chanting scriptures and Buddhas in my ears. This sound was not the sound of a young monk, nor the sound of an old woman. It was a woman who seemed to be chanting something. Grandma found the place where the sound was as loud as the sound.

She opened the curtains and walked into the room, which was filled with all kinds of small Buddhas and little Bodhisattvas. Some things looked even a little ferocious. Grandma walked into this dark little room with fear.

She saw a woman sitting on a Grand Master chair with her eyes closed, holding a pair of chopsticks in her hand and pinching her fingernails bit by bit, and she was still muttering something in her mouth. She didn't know what she was saying. There was a man in front of her who was anxiously waiting for something.

Grandma found a chair and sat down, quietly watching the woman frowned as if she was counting some secrets that could not be revealed.

Grandma was watching the witch's expression change with all her concentration, and she suddenly said:

"Your surnamed Chen, you did a lot of things that were wrong in your previous life. Your business failure this time was what God meant. Don't think about it anymore. If I didn't mean it would be wrong, your next few business failures would be failure."

The man was anxious after hearing the witch's words:

"Daxian, can you help me? I just want to make more money to live a good life for my family. At worst, I can donate more incense money to help me eliminate disasters?"

The witch still didn't open her eyes, but put down the chopsticks in her hand:

"This is not something you can spend money to solve. I have no choice but to decide to punish you. I really can't help you. If you pay the incense money, just leave. I don't want to worry about your business anymore."

The man knew that the great immortal had strong magic power, so he sighed and put down two hundred dollars and walked out of the room.

The witch closed her eyes and looked at her grandmother who was sitting on the chair:

"Xu Zhang, I wonder what you have to ask for?"

Before he could report his own family, the witch knew what she was called, and it seemed that she was a bit powerful.

Grandma was originally immersed in her fantasy of the story of the man's previous life, and was immediately pulled back to reality by a witch's words:

"Oh, Daxian, that's it. My son, I encountered something a while ago, and then he seemed to be getting on with some dirty things recently. I think he was scared away from his soul, so I came here to ask the Great Immortal what to do."

After listening to grandma's explanation, the witch closed her eyes and picked up the chopsticks placed on the table, pinching them little by little, as if she was counting on her father's affairs.

After a while, the "big immortal" spoke:

"Xu Zhang, I asked the people above about your son."

Grandma sat forward:

"That immortal, what happened in a while?"

"Your son met someone he shouldn't have met before, someone who had already left, but he was scared very much. One of the souls was scared out and became what he is now. If you want the things he lost to return to his body, you can only summon souls."

When grandma heard about the summoning of souls, she immediately moved the stool to sit next to the "big immortal":

"That great immortal, how should I do this soul-summoning? I really don't feel at all about my son's current situation. How can I attract soul-summoning?"

As soon as grandma said this question, the witch immediately opened her eyes and showed her blood-red pupils. This action scared grandma very much:

"This method of soul-torming is a big taboo. Generally, there are only things that people like us can do, but I know your son will definitely not want me to do. After so many years, the only thing I want to do in this world is to help the people. Since that's the case, I will tell you this method."

The witch approached grandma's ear and told grandma about the method of summoning souls. After she finished speaking, grandma nodded as if she understood what to do.

After saying that, the witch closed her scary eyes and waved her hand to signal her grandma to leave.

Grandma also nodded, walked out of the small house, found her bicycle leaning against the wall, and rode back to the courtyard.

It was already noon when I got home. My father was lying on the bed, and my mother sat on the side to serve my father with difficulty in legs and feet. The degree of yellow wine was not high. My father was not drunk all morning. The two of them were chatting and laughing all morning, sharing some funny things from childhood with each other. Many fathers may be like this, and their friendship promotes the relationship between husband and wife.

After grandma arrived home, she took a bottle of white wine and three incense sticks and walked upstairs.

After walking upstairs, she glanced at her mother. She seemed to have learned something, smiled at her father and went downstairs.

The father knew his mother very well, and his mother also told him about what had happened during this period. He understood what his mother was going to do to him, so he sipped his wine and lay down on the bed.

"Minfeng, lie on the bed and don't move. It'll be fine in a while. Close your eyes."

As grandma said, my father lay on the bed and rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

Grandma lit incense when she was in the kitchen, but before she walked upstairs, she didn't fall off any incense ash. She put the incense ash into a bowl of white wine and stirred it:

"Minfeng, come and drink this in."

My father took the bowl from my grandmother's hand and drank it all in one go. My father's consciousness recovered. Even if these were fake, I hoped that my mother would be able to feel at ease.

Grandma watched her son drink the wine with incense ash and sat down on the edge of the bed, patting her father's back while muttering something:

"Minfeng, come back, Minfeng, come back. Mom is looking for you, Minfeng, look for you, Minfeng..."

He patted his father on the back like this, just like he used to coax him to sleep when he was a child, helping him get back the part he lost.

Soon, under the call of grandma, my father lost consciousness and didn't know whether he was asleep or his soul really returned to his body.

Those who perform the ceremony need someone with a certain amount of magic power, and the person who performs this ceremony is grandma.

Looking at her father's sleeping body, she thought she had succeeded.

But at this moment, my sleeping father dreamed that he had won countless money at the gambling table.

...

Hai was holding a green bamboo pole, the kind that had just been cut off from the bamboo. He stood at the door of the courtyard and saw that in order not to disturb the ceremony that was considered to be very grand in the world, he did not knock on the iron plate.

"Hey, these ordinary people will listen to those useless things. There is no such simple thing to summon souls. That witch has no Yin-Yang Eyes."
Chapter completed!