The Years When I Was a Yin and a Yang

The mountain wind howled all night, causing the dead branches in the corner of the old house to rustle. When the soul-inducing bell rings, yin and yang are divided into two parts. After the drowned female soul outside the courtyard gate was shaken away by the sound of the bell, she no longer dared to approach the threshold. She only stood far away in the depths of the night, sobbing quietly and persisting in her obsession. Lu Cheng stood in the mourning hall, with the coldness of the copper bell still lingering on his fingertips. At that moment, he clearly felt that the soul-inducing bell could suppress ordinary Yin spirits, but it could not suppress the deep resentment accumulated in this woman for more than thirty years. She is no ordinary wandering spirit. He is a miserable person who suffers from death and floods, with no corpses left, no graves and no sacrifices. This kind of dead soul is the most difficult to deal with. Lu Cheng lowered his head and opened the yellowed "Notes from the Dark". The first half of the booklet is a record of my grandfather's life as a ghost. At the very top of the title page, printed with a line of ancient faded cinnabar characters, written vigorously, is the opening of Meishan's ancestral motto passed down from generation to generation: A disciple of Meishan, he regards Zhang Wulang as his ancestor. Go up the mountain to settle the mountain, enter the water to calm the water, walk through the shadows to cross the soul, and do not bully the cold. The moment he saw these lines, Lu Cheng's heart became completely clear. When he was a child, his grandfather never elaborated on the origins of his sect, but only taught him oral formulas, drawing talismans, recognizing aura, and distinguishing yin and yang. Now he fully understands—— I am not an ordinary Mr. Yin, but a descendant of the Meishan Dharma lineage.