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Hu Xiaoyi was reprimanded for no reason, feeling quite aggrieved, so he came to find me.
After hearing this, I guessed it must be the evil spirit causing trouble again. However, it was indeed quite unbelievable that those two batons had inexplicably appeared in the hospital room. Hu Xiaoyi mentioned that he had privately discussed this matter with Qin Zhenzhen, and after last night's experience, Qin Zhenzhen had shifted from complete disbelief to being half-convinced. Therefore, Hu Xiaoyi came to ask me when that Closed Door Disciple would arrive. He was worried that if the evil spirit was too fierce, it might harm Qin Zhenzhen.
I had no choice but to call Fat Daoist. He said he had just finished his tasks and was planning to come over. I politely expressed my hope that he could hurry, so we wouldn't end up with a situation where someone arrived but was missing.
Another day passed, and Fat Daoist arrived in Heze. I went to the bus station to pick him up and noticed he wasn't wearing a Daoist Robe. Instead, he was dressed in casual white clothing, as if he were going on vacation. Seeing my strange expression, he laughed and explained that times have changed; most Daoist Priests who come down from the mountains for travel no longer wear robes, or else they would attract attention while walking around. They only wear them during rituals.
On the way, I briefly explained the situation. Fat Daoist patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me! No matter if it's a big ghost or a small ghost, or an evil spirit, as long as it dares to show itself, it won't escape!"
However, when I called Hu Xiaoyi, I learned that Qin Zhenzhen had caused another commotion last night. While her father was keeping watch at night and got up to use the bathroom, he found his daughter sitting on the bed fiddling with something on her belly. When he approached to check, he discovered that Qin Zhenzhen was drawing on her stomach with a water-based pen. The drawing was very intricate and looked like a human face. Qin Dad quickly snatched the pen away and scolded her, saying, "Don't you know your hand is injured? Why are you messing around?"
Qin Zhenzhen replied cheerfully, "Because I want a beautiful drum skin."
Qin Dad was somewhat confused about how this related to drawing on her belly. As a result, Qin Zhenzhen's answer sent chills down his spine. She said, "I want it to look nice so I can cut it off and put it on the drum. Young girls' skin is elastic; it sounds really good when struck."
Qin Dad nearly died of fright. How could his well-behaved daughter say such crazy things? Consequently, early the next morning, he took Qin Zhenzhen directly to Psychiatry. The doctors there assessed her and concluded that there was nothing wrong with her mental state. As for why she would say such absurd things... it might truly be sleepwalking; of course, there could also be a hint of psychological darkness involved. Perhaps she just wanted a better Drum Set.
This was the psychologist's opinion; however, Qin Zhenzhen felt otherwise. She completely did not remember doing anything so frightening and became increasingly scared as she thought about what Hu Xiaoyi had said until she cried right there and then sold us out. Qin Dad is a very traditional person; although he has accepted scientific ideas for many years, deep down he still believes there are things in this world that we do not understand. Therefore, he agreed to help his daughter contact us to see if there really were evil spirits at play.
Qin Dad personally drove me and Fat Daoist to their home. On the way, he asked if this matter would be difficult to handle. Fat Daoist replied, "Whether it's difficult or not will depend on what we find."
Qin Dad asked me again how the costs would be calculated. Although Qin Zhenzhen had told him that this ritual was free, he wasn't a fool and knew that nothing good comes without a price. I hesitated for a moment, then told him the price was seven thousand. Fat Daoist glanced at me and added, "Seven thousand is just the base price; if it's complicated, there will be additional charges. We'll discuss the specifics when we get there."
I felt a bit annoyed; how could the agreed price change? Fat Daoist cheerfully explained that different clothes require different materials, so the prices naturally vary. "Don't worry, I won't cheat you."
Qin Dad tried to smooth things over, saying, "Money doesn't matter as long as we can get this sorted out. Xiao Shen, don't take it too personally; we're already very grateful for your help."
Hearing this made me even more irritated with Fat Daoist. What started as a straightforward matter now seemed like I was trying to take advantage of them. With Qin Zhenzhen's personality, she would definitely think later that I had colluded with Fat Daoist to raise the price. But since Qin Dad was willing to pay, I had nothing more to say.
When we got home, I found Hu Xiaoyi had been waiting there for a while. Earlier, Fat Daoist had told me that for the ritual, we needed to buy candles, yellow paper, Cinnabar, glutinous rice, and other items. He had been busy running around for several hours to gather everything.
We entered the house and went to Qin Zhenzhen's bedroom, where we saw the Drum Set. One of the drumheads was already torn, revealing a large gap that looked like a person's mouth. Qin Dad pointed at the drum and said, "That's it; take a look. If you need me to do anything, just let me know."
A wave of energy surged from the Drum Set, causing me to shiver involuntarily. Suddenly, I thought about whether it would be possible to use the Spirit Child to exorcise the ghost. Although Azan Kunsha and Second Uncle repeatedly emphasized not using the Spirit Child for tasks, I felt there was nothing wrong with it. Last time, it was thanks to the Spirit Child that I wasn't suffocated under a blanket. Moreover, if Second Uncle truly believed the Spirit Child was bad, why would he take me along to dispel disasters?
After experiencing the incident with Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying, I subconsciously had no aversion to raising little ghosts. However, since we had Fat Daoist helping us now, there was no need to involve the Spirit Child, so this thought only flashed through my mind.
Fat Daoist approached the Drum Set, peered through the gap, then turned around and said decisively, "There's a ghost in here!"
Qin Dad instinctively took a few steps back and stammered, "What kind of ghost? Where is it?"
Fat Daoist replied, "A ghost is an invisible spirit; you can think of it as an intelligent energy. Of course, you can't see it. However, this ghost is quite fierce and will be troublesome to deal with..."
He dragged out his last words. Upon hearing this, Qin Dad understood what he meant and quickly said, "As long as you can get rid of it and help my daughter recover, we can negotiate on the price!"
Fat Daoist smiled and extended five fingers, saying, "Add five thousand."
I was taken aback, while Qin Dad hesitated for a moment before readily agreeing. I shot a glance at Fat Daoist, feeling a bit irritated; adding one or two thousand was one thing, but adding that much was excessive!
Afterward, Fat Daoist instructed Hu Xiaoyi to bring over the items that had been purchased. He took out the Daoist Robe I had seen last time from his backpack and put it on. Then he pulled out a wooden sword. After performing some flourishes with the sword, he told us that this sword had an extraordinary origin; it was made from a thousand-year-old peach wood from the back mountain of the previous generation's Longhu Mountain master and had undergone trials of thunder and fire. Ordinary demons and monsters would flee in terror from ten miles away!
I had no idea how to distinguish whether the peach wood was truly a thousand years old; I just accepted whatever he said.
After a lengthy explanation from Fat Daoist, he finally took out a piece of yellow cloth at my urging. The cloth was adorned with a bagua pattern and many incomprehensible symbols. Fat Daoist set up candles, then asked Qin Dad to bring a bowl filled with glutinous rice, inserted three incense sticks, and began drawing talismans.
His method of drawing talismans was quite interesting; he mixed Cinnabar with what he claimed was dog blood. I wasn't sure if it was real dog blood, but it remained liquid in the bottle for an unusually long time. Most people know that blood coagulates quickly in the air, and when I questioned this, Fat Daoist smiled and said, "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed; this is a unique secret recipe that cannot be shared."
He then dipped the wooden sword into the mixture of dog blood and Cinnabar, splattering it onto the yellow paper. The bizarre patterns were dazzling to behold. After finishing each talisman, Fat Daoist would tap it with the sword and instruct Hu Xiaoyi to take them and stick them around the room, claiming this was to set up the Heavenly Net Formation to trap any malevolent spirits inside so they couldn't escape before we could catch them.
He worked diligently for most of the day, and soon the room was covered with Paper Talismans. At first glance, it looked quite impressive. Whether it was psychological or not, I felt that the Yin Qi had significantly decreased compared to before.
Afterward, Fat Daoist asked us all to leave the room, stating that he would officially begin capturing spirits. Naturally, Qin Dad complied without question, eager to distance himself from the house as much as possible, and Hu Xiaoyi felt the same way. As for me, I wanted to witness just how powerful the Maoshan Exorcism Technique really was, so I insisted on staying behind.
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