The Ghost Story 4: Rituals for the Deceased
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The mysterious runes under his feet glowed faintly, and strands of energy coiled around his feet like snakes. The surrounding stone walls seemed to tremble slightly, as if the entire stone chamber was responding to this mysterious power. A strange power spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body, sometimes like the whistling north wind in the cold winter, sometimes like the scorching sun in the dog days of summer, causing him to sweat all over. The sweat slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the cold ground, and instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke. Seeing this, Lu Yao gently comforted him: "Don't panic, my friend, this is a normal phenomenon." Her voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, clear and gentle, and instantly calmed Lu Haotian's restlessness. The tone seemed to have magic, making people want to believe it involuntarily. Lu Haotian took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He closed his eyes slightly, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling under his feet. **Inner monologue:** "I can't waver at this moment. I'm here now. There's no way back." "From childhood to adulthood, what I fear is not the unknown, but the loss of courage to face it." "If I can't even overcome this, how can I face myself calmly?" Lu Yao began to chant the spell. Her voice was low and powerful, as if it echoed from ancient times: "Yuan Shi An Zhen, universal notice to all spirits. In the year of Jia Zi, heaven and earth are in harmony. I respectfully ask the gods of heaven to bear witness for me. Now there is Lu Haotian, who wants to resolve his karma and be reborn." As the spell was chanted, the atmosphere in the stone chamber suddenly changed. The candlelight flickered, and the shadows twisted and deformed on the wall, like countless ghosts whispering. Those shadows were sometimes like snakes, sometimes like birds spreading their wings, unpredictable and creepy. Lu Haotian felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and rushing straight to the top of his head. His back was soaked with cold sweat, and his clothes were sticking to his skin, sticky and uncomfortable. The air in the stone chamber seemed to become heavier, and every breath became difficult. Suddenly, ripples appeared in the pool, and the familiar ghost reappeared. It looked even more miserable than before, unrecognizable, with scars clearly visible on its body, as if it had just crawled out from under a wheel. The ghost's eye sockets were sunken, with a faint green light flashing inside, like two balls of ghost fire burning. Its mouth was wide open, as if it was roaring silently, revealing a row of eerie white bones. It looked as if it wanted to eat the person in front of it alive. Seeing this scene, Lu Haotian couldn't help but gasp. His heart beat violently, as if it wanted to jump out of his chest. The ghost's empty eyes swept across his face, making him feel cold all over and almost unable to stand. His legs trembled uncontrollably, as if he would kneel down at any time. "No, don't come over!" Lu Haotian's voice was full of fear, and the shout echoed in the stone chamber, sounding particularly harsh. Lu Yao frowned slightly, she turned to look at Lu Haotian, her tone stern: "The master must remember, you must not be afraid at this moment. Fear is the source of karma, if you can't overcome it, how can you be free?" **Inner monologue:** "Fear? No, I'm not scared, I'm just... I'm not ready to face it yet." "Face what? Face this unknown fate?" "I know that this ritual is not only to save the ghost, but also to purify my heart." Lu Haotian tried to calm down, staring at the ghost, he gritted his teeth and said: "I, I understand." Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to look directly at the horrible ghost, even though his heart was still beating wildly. 0
 
 
Seeing that his expression had eased, Lu Yao nodded with satisfaction. She turned to the ghost, her voice gentle but dignified: "Dead soul, do you know why you are here?" The ghost's eyes flashed with confusion when he heard this. It opened its mouth and made a hoarse voice: "I... I don't know. I just remember... someone hit me... it hurts... it hurts..." Its voice was like the sobbing of an old bellows, full of pain and confusion. Lu Yao looked directly at the ghost, her eyes like a torch: "What you remember is not the truth. Someone has planted false memories in you. Now, I want to clear these false memories for you." After that, she swung the peach wood sword in her hand like flying, drawing mysterious runes in the air. Those runes flashed with golden light and flew towards the ghost like a meteor. The runes drew a beautiful arc in the air, chasing the ghost as if they had life. The ghost seemed to sense the danger, screamed shrilly, and tried to escape. However, those runes followed like a shadow and surrounded it in an instant. As the golden light flashed, the ghost's body began to twist and deform, as if something was being peeled out of its body. "Ah——" The ghost wailed in pain, its voice full of despair and fear. The sound was like a sharp blade, piercing Lu Haotian's eardrums. Lu Haotian was frightened and took a step back involuntarily, but soon realized that he had lost his composure. He forced himself to stand firm and watch this thrilling scene. He clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel the pain at all. Lu Yao's face was solemn, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. She moved faster and faster, and the spell in her mouth became more and more urgent: "Taishangtaixing, responding to changes without stopping. Exorcising evil spirits and binding demons, protecting lives and protecting the body. Wisdom is clear, and the mind is at peace. The three souls are permanent, and the spirit is not lost." As the last word fell, the ghost suddenly let out a mournful cry, and its body suddenly expanded, and then burst like a bubble. Countless black air flew out of its body, hovering in the air for a moment, and finally dissipated without a trace. The black gas was as thick as ink, emitting a disgusting stench. The stone chamber returned to silence, leaving only the flickering candlelight. Lu Yao let out a long sigh, with a tired but relieved smile on her face: "The first step has been completed." There was a sense of relief in her voice. Lu Haotian was still in shock, and asked in a trembling voice: "Master, what...what's going on?" His face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he looked exhausted. Lu Yao put away the peach wood sword, walked slowly to Lu Haotian, and explained softly: "I have cleared the wrong memories for the dead soul just now. Those black gas are the false memories that have been stripped away." Her voice was soft, soothing like water. "So...the ghost is now..." Lu Haotian's voice was full of confusion and worry. "It has restored its original memory." Lu Yao said, "But that's not enough. We still need to hold a ritual to resolve the grudge for it and help it let go of the resentment in its heart." A trace of pity flashed in her eyes, as if she could see the pain that the poor soul had experienced. Hearing this, Lu Haotian frowned, "But now that it knows the truth, will it still resent me?" There was a glimmer of hope in his voice, hoping that everything would end here. Lu Yao shook her head, with a bit of pity in her tone, "My dear, do you know how deep the poison of resentment is? Even if you know the truth, the resentment in your heart is not so easy to eliminate. What's more, the pain it experienced is real, it's just that the perpetrator has changed. Since we know his resentment, why don't we help him eliminate his resentment towards the real perpetrator, so that he can leave with peace of mind?" These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Lu Haotian's heart hard. He lowered his head, his voice full of guilt, "I didn't think it through..." His shoulders shrugged slightly, as if bearing an invisible burden. 0
 
 
Lu Yao patted his shoulder and said in a gentle tone: "It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. Now, let's start the second ritual." Her voice was full of encouragement and expectation. After that, she walked back to the altar and began to arrange a new magic circle. This time the magic circle was more complicated than before, with runes interweaving like a mysterious star map. Those runes flickered with a faint light, like the stars in the night sky. "Master, please stand in the center of the magic circle." Lu Yao instructed, "This time, you need to participate in the ritual in person." There was a hint of seriousness in her voice. Lu Haotian walked into the magic circle without hesitation. He could feel a strong energy surging under his feet, as if it could explode at any time. The energy rose and fell like a tide, making him feel both excited and scared. Lu Yao began to chant the spell, his voice solemn and dignified: "The universe is vast, and yin and yang complement each other. Now there are people in the world of the living who want to resolve the grievances with the ghosts. I respectfully ask the gods of heaven to bear witness. The three realms and six paths, all the gods and Buddhas, please descend to the altar and join us in this great event." As the spell progressed, the magic circle began to glow. A series of golden lights rose from the ground, covering Lu Haotian. He felt his whole body lighten, as if his soul had left his body and entered another world. That world was full of fog, hazy and unclear. In this strange space, he saw the ghost. It was no longer the miserable look before, but had returned to its original appearance before death - an ordinary middle-aged man with a confused and painful expression on his face. The man wore an ordinary shirt and trousers, and looked like an ordinary office worker. "Who...who are you?" the ghost asked, his voice full of vigilance. Its eyes wandered, as if looking for an opportunity to escape. Lu Haotian took a deep breath and said with courage: "I... I am Lu Haotian. Although I did not hurt you directly, my actions indirectly caused your pain. I am deeply sorry for this and hope to be forgiven by you." His voice trembled slightly, but his eyes were firm. After hearing this, the ghost's eyes flashed with a hint of complex emotions. It was silent for a long time, and finally whispered: "I... I don't know if I should forgive you. But I am tired of this pain and resentment. I just want to... be free..." Its voice was filled with deep fatigue and helplessness. Hearing this, Lu Haotian felt a strong sympathy in his heart. He suddenly realized that this ghost was both a perpetrator and a victim like him. They were both victims of this tragedy and were involved in a situation they could not control. "I understand your pain." Lu Haotian said sincerely, "Let us put aside the resentment of the past and get a new life together. I promise you that I will do my best to help you transcend and let you be free." His voice was full of sincerity and determination. A glimmer of hope flashed in the ghost's eyes. It hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded slowly: "Okay... I am willing to let go of my resentment..." Its voice was soft but firm. At this moment, a golden light suddenly descended from the sky and enveloped the two. Lu Haotian felt a warm current flowing through his body, and all negative emotions were swept away. The warm current was like the spring sunshine, warm but not hot, making people feel extremely comfortable. When the light faded, he found that he had returned to the stone chamber. Lu Yao stood aside with a relieved smile on her face. "Master, the second step is also completed." She said softly, "Next, we need to help it find the real way to liberation." Lu Haotian nodded, his heart full of gratitude: "Thank you, Taoist priest, this time, I really learned a lot." Lu Yao smiled and patted his shoulder: "As long as you have justice and compassion in your heart, you can overcome all difficulties." Her words were like a spring breeze, warm and inspiring. 0
 
 
 
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