When Wen Xin took over Qingxuan Temple for the first time, she would immediately rush back and close the door when she saw a group of black figures, her back shaking like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind against the door panel.
The movement of wind and grass outside the door would startle her. When drawing talismans, cinnabar always splashed on the hem of the monk's robe and turned red. She even mistook the holes in the window paper for the eyes of a green-faced ghost. She squatted on the spot and covered her eyes and shouted, "Don't eat me."
But she was born to be able to see yin and yang, and she was the last descendant of this vision.
The first time she bit the bullet, she heard the kid under the bed cry out, "It's so cold." She held her hands until her knuckles turned white, and she wanted to run away.
It was my first time to seek justice for the wronged souls in the well. Although I was panicked, I still bravely went to help. It was not until one night when I held up the death talisman in front of the ghost that I was shocked to realize that the hand holding the talisman had stopped shaking.
"Mortal people are afraid of ghosts, not because they are scary, but because they are afraid in their hearts."
The locust leaf pendant that she once regarded as a hot potato has now become a fair certificate connecting the two worlds. The talisman painted on it is no longer a decoration, but the key to knocking on the door of Yin and Yang——
Occasionally when I was cleaning the Taoist temple, I would catch a glimpse of a shaking shadow in the corner, and I would still reflexively touch half an inch in the direction of the talisman bag. At night, listening to the ghosts crying outside the window, I would still shrink three inches under the quilt.
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