Weed practice method

Chapter 10

When Aida rushed to the hospital, she saw Zhao Peng curled up on the stool at the door of the emergency room with his head in his arms, and quickly ran over and grabbed his collar and asked, "What's going on? Why did such a big thing happen when the artist was handed over to you! "

Zhao Peng choked up and said, "I don't know why Ye Tang was locked in the bar. He has a very good personal relationship with Ankang. I didn't care when they often drank together during filming. But...but I saw..." He looked at Aida with wide eyes in horror and whispered, "I saw a ghost."

"Ankang? The great screenwriter who has written many popular dramas?" Aida frowned and thought about it, then said to Zhao Peng: "I don't have time for you to be depressed here. This matter has nothing to do with Ankang. As for the thing you said about seeing ghosts , No one will believe it when I tell it.”

"You mean to go to him and ask for clarification?"

"I mean, I want you to go to the bar before dawn and deal with everything, and don't leave any clues." Aida raised her hand and patted Zhao Peng's head angrily: "You are also a manager and assistant after all. Don’t you understand the artist’s image and the artist’s future? If Ankang is pulled out of this matter, I don’t know what methods he will use to deal with Ye Tang, and it is very likely that Ye Tang’s future acting career will be ruined.”

"Then Ye Tang suffers from being dumb like this for nothing? I don't know whether he is dead or alive now..."

"Hurry up! I'll keep you safe here." Aida pushed him and ordered sharply, "I don't want any news about Ye Tang's accident to appear on the entertainment headlines tomorrow."

After a long two hours of waiting, the door of the emergency room was finally opened, and the chief surgeon walked out tiredly with his head down.

"How is the doctor?" Aida asked nervously, grabbing the doctor's arm.

The doctor tore off the mask, and there were fine beads of sweat on the nose: "It is out of danger, but the patient's brain has not yet woken up after being hit on the brain. Although the arm protects the head when falling down, it has a great buffer effect, but it also caused the patient's left side to fall. Broken arm."

The doctor slowed down and continued: "As for whether there are other reactions, we have to wait until he wakes up before continuing to observe."

"Then when will he wake up, the doctor will tell you!" Aida stomped her feet anxiously, tears streaming from her red eyes.

"I can't give you an accurate answer to this. You may not be able to wake up soon." The emergency doctor has long been used to seeing family members parting with each other, and left without any surprise.Ye Tang was pushed to the ward by several nurses.

"When will Ye Tang's parents come?" Aida called Zhao Peng's phone and asked in a hoarse voice.

"I called his parents as soon as the accident happened. They were very scared. His mother cried, but there is no plane at night, so they will arrive tomorrow." Zhao Peng asked nervously, holding the steering wheel: "How is the operation going?" gone?"

"Don't worry, the person has been rescued, you can handle the matter over there with peace of mind." Aida hastily hung up the phone and walked into the ward with a long sigh.

Not long after, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and Jiang Mingxu rushed into the ward panting heavily and stopped in front of the bed, looking at the person lying on the bed in disbelief.

At this time, Ye Tang's eyes were closed tightly, a circle of gauze was wrapped around his head, and a thick cast was wrapped around his left arm.

Aida stood up in surprise: "Aren't you filming in another province? Why..."

"What's going on!" Jiang Mingxu pointed at Ye Tang's gauze-wrapped head and yelled at her: "Didn't you say that he just fell down by accident!"

Aida hurriedly covered his mouth and warned, "Hush your voice." Then she got up and closed the door of the ward.

After closing the door, Aida continued to sit back in her original position and stared blankly at Ye Tang, and then said softly to Jiang Mingxu, "Ye Tang fell like this by jumping from the second floor of the bar by himself, don't need to ask more about the rest."

"He doesn't know how to jump off a building, did someone push him?" Jiang Mingxu gritted his teeth with red eyes.

At this time Aida's cell phone rang, she answered the call and said to Jiang Mingxu: "You still have to shoot tomorrow, go back early."

"No more shots." Jiang Mingxu found a stool and sat in front of the hospital bed: "I'll stay here and guard."

"I beg you, don't make trouble for me anymore, okay! Don't let me worry about one or two! Now drive me back quickly, if the director can't find you tomorrow morning, how can I explain?" Aida was so angry that she was about to cry Pull out your own hair.

"You just say I'm sick, very sick." Jiang Mingxu didn't look at her, and never moved his eyes from Ye Tang's face since he entered the door.

"Then you stay here and guard, big star." Aida rolled her eyes at him and slammed the door away.

Jiang Mingxu covered Ye Tang's hand with trembling fingers. He still remembered that the last time he held this hand was at a concert. It was the first time the three of them held a solo concert. When they were young, there was love Their fans cheered and supported.

Standing on the stage and looking at the light sticks shaking in the audience, Ye Tang was as happy as a child who got candy.

Playfully, he put his finger through Jiang Mingxu's, held his hand and raised it above his head and shouted proudly to the fans: "Long live Phantom!"

Lin Runzhi smiled and patted Ye Tang on the head.

Memories flooded up like a tide, and Jiang Mingxu was about to suffocate like a drowning person. Even he himself was surprised why he was so sad.

Usually, he always felt that his concern for Ye Tang was just an ordinary friend. It wasn't until something happened that he realized that Ye Tang was more than just a colleague or friend in his heart.

Jiang Mingxu held Ye Tang's hand and couldn't help sobbing. He couldn't help but think that if Ye Tang suddenly woke up and saw himself like this, he would laugh at him and gently wipe his tears with his hands.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the door of the ward was slightly opened. Jiang Mingxu let go of his clenched hands and hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face, only to see a man dressed as a Taoist walk in.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Mingxu stood up and asked vigilantly, he would naturally not forget the magic stick that hit Ye Tang until he vomited blood.

Li Xuan looked at Ye Tang on the hospital bed and sighed, "After all, it's still a step late." He reached out to touch Ye Tang, but was stopped by Jiang Mingxu.

"What on earth do you want!" Jiang Mingxu pushed Li Xuan's hand away and warned, "Don't touch him."

"Maybe I can save him." Li Xuan said to Jiang Mingxuan with a serious expression.

Jiang Mingxu was stunned, obviously he didn't want to believe this magic stick.Li Xuan didn't explain much, he lifted the quilt directly, and saw bloodstains from glass scratches on both sides of Ye Tang's arms, Jiang Mingxu seemed to be caught in his heart, turned his head and didn't look again.

Li Xuan took out an imperial guard from Ye Tang's trousers pocket, glanced at it and threw it to Jiang Mingxu: "Take it apart and have a look."

Jiang Mingxu used scissors to cut open Yushou without knowing why, and found that the inside was red cotton, mixed with a few hairs, clipped nails and a piece of yellow paper folded into small pieces.He suddenly felt sick and wanted to throw it into the trash can, but Li Xuan asked him to come back: "Don't throw it away, it will be useful later."

"What is this?" Jiang Ming continued to ask.

"In order to get rid of the entanglement of evil spirits, someone finds someone with the same birthday as him as a substitute. As long as Ye Tang dies for him, that person can rest easy and never be entangled again."

"You mean that Ye Tang was harmed by... that kind of thing?" Jiang Mingxu broke out in a cold sweat. Ever since he experienced the horror in the cemetery last time, he had already firmly believed in ghosts and gods.

Jiang Mingxu was very entangled. Now that Ye Tang was lying like this, he didn't know if he could wake up. No matter what method he had to try. "What are you going to do?" He put his hands in his trouser pockets and stopped blocking Li Xuan.

Li Xuan reached out and removed the oxygen mask from Ye Tang's face, tried his breath, and then put two knuckle fingers on his wrist.

Jiang Ming continued watching Li Xuan look and touch Ye Tang's body, feeling uncomfortable, but he also noticed Li Xuan's increasingly gloomy expression.

Li Xuan sighed faintly: "The three souls lost two souls, and there is only one breath left hanging, which is no different from death." He walked to the window and looked at the sky full of stars, frowning and lost in thought, as if he was doing something difficult. decision.

He turned around and walked to the hospital bed again, and stuffed the golden pill that he had worked hard for more than a month into Ye Tang's mouth.

Li Xuan smiled wryly. He had worked so hard to get Ye Tang to give him a life, but now he even paid back the money with interest. Sure enough, things that are difficult for others always have retribution.

Now that the refined golden elixir has been fed, Li Xuan wanted to help others to the end. He said to Jiang Mingxu: "You find someone to help me prepare something, I will do the spiritual ritual."

Jiang Mingxu hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Go ahead."

"A piece of green bamboo, flowers, fruits, tables, and plates." Li Xuan raised his eyes and looked out the window: "Go now before dawn, the sooner the better. Take Ye Tang to the place where the accident happened , remember to clear the field."

"You asked me to take Ye Tang out of the hospital!" Jiang Mingxu pointed to the person on the bed and said in disbelief, "He's still on an IV and his bones are broken. Take him out privately in case something happens..."

"It's fine if you don't want to, I don't have to save him." After saying that, he turned and left.

"Wait." Jiang Mingxu called him: "How sure are you?"

"Basically." Li Xuan turned around and said seriously: "His body has been rescued, but his soul is out of his body. If he doesn't recall his body in time, he may be a living dead for the rest of his life."

Jiang Mingxu closed his eyes in pain and sighed, and said quietly after a long while: "Okay, I promise you."

Li Xuan nodded: "You first prepare the venue and things I want, and take them there after the potion is finished." After saying that, he turned and left in a hurry.

It was very difficult to prepare these things in the middle of the night, so Jiang Mingxu had no choice but to call Zhao Peng for help. It took more than two hours to prepare all the things Li Xuan wanted.

Zhao Peng happened to be dealing with the bar owner about Ye Tang's falling from the building, so he asked to borrow the bar, and the owner agreed without asking any further questions.

The two carefully put Ye Tang who was "smuggled" out of the hospital on the sofa in the private room on the second floor of Wolf Bar.

Zhao Peng asked Jiang Mingxu nervously: "Will something happen if we casually take critically ill patients out of the hospital like this? Is the Taoist you said reliable?"

"I don't know, but I know that if I don't do anything, Ye Tang may just lie in a hospital bed for the rest of his life. I will try any method."

At this time, the door of the private room rang, Zhao Peng went to open the door, and saw Li Xuan in a Taoist robe standing at the door, dragging a large snakeskin bag that is common in rural areas, and the snakeskin bag was printed with "Agriculture" on it. Organic Fertilizers".

Li Xuan ignored Zhao Peng's contemptuous gaze and dragged the pocket in, then took things out one by one from the inside.

"What are these, Daoist?" Zhao Peng picked up a small yellow and white flag embroidered with lotus flowers and waved it.

"That's the soul-calling banner, don't move around."

Zhao Peng quickly put down the spirit-calling banner and stood aside in a daze.

After busying for a while, Li Xuan sorted out the altar, and put flowers, water and amulets on it.

After setting up the spiritual altar, Li Xuan asked Zhao Peng to open the door and then turn off the lights. He lit candles and lit three pillars of high incense to worship and kowtow to the statue, and then began to walk around holding the spiritual banner and chanting mantras.

Zhao Peng stood beside him with folded arms and watched Li Xuan's actions suspiciously, while Jiang Mingxu stood by the bed and watched Ye Tang.

The soul-calling ceremony lasted from four to six in the morning. For two full hours, Li Xuan kept chanting mantras, but he couldn't find Ye Tang's soul.

As the sun rose, the light shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the dark corridor outside the private room gradually brightened. Li Xuan's forehead began to sweat. He knew that if he couldn't recruit him again, even a god might not be able to save Ye Tang.

At this moment, Li Xuan, who closed his eyes tightly, saw a figure wandering in the darkness. A gust of wind came in from the corridor and spun around Li Xuan's feet. Flying down, Li Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and called out: "Ye Tang."

"Hey..." The person lying on the sofa replied softly with trembling eyelashes, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Although the answer was as light as a feather falling to the ground, Jiang Mingxu heard it clearly. He stood up and said joyfully, "Ye Tang has spoken, he has spoken!"

Li Xuan breathed a long sigh of relief, his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and the two-hour spirit-calling ceremony made him a little tired.

"The soul has returned to the body. If you take him back to the hospital, he should wake up soon. As for the physical injury, let him slowly recover in the hospital."

After all, Li Xuan was busy putting the various instruments he brought back into the snakeskin pocket one by one.

Zhao Peng turned on the light and stood aside gratefully thanking: "Thank you, Taoist priest, this time is thanks to you, let me clean it up for you."

"You're welcome." Li Xuan refused Zhao Peng's volunteered help, packed up his things and left the bar room by himself dragging his snakeskin pocket.

"Tsk tsk is really a master. It's different from those pretending magic sticks outside." Zhao Peng watched Li Xuan's back dragging his bag, and couldn't help admiring from the bottom of his heart: "Drag a snakeskin bag is a fairy." Completely I don't remember how much I disliked Li Xuan's "organic fertilizer" pocket at the beginning.

After the ceremony, Jiang Mingxu and Zhao Peng rushed to send Ye Tang back to the hospital. Otherwise, the nurse who made the rounds found that the critically ill patient was not in the hospital, and would definitely contact the family members to find someone everywhere.

Not long after Ye Tang was sent back to the hospital, a couple hurriedly opened the door of the ward and walked in.

"Tang Tang, how are you?" The woman went straight to the bedside and grabbed Ye Tang's hand. Seeing that he closed his eyes and didn't respond, she simply lay down on the bedside and sobbed and cried.

The man was about 50 years old, and his hair was half white. Fortunately, he was well-dressed and tidy, which barely set off his downcast face a little bit more energetic.

Ye Zhenghao stared at his son lying on the hospital bed, wiped away his tears and said to Jiang Mingxu and Zhao Peng, "I'm sorry, our Ye Tang has caused you trouble."

"Don't worry uncle, Ye Tang should wake up soon." Jiang Mingxu could only comfort the vicissitudes of life in front of him.

The nurse came in to infuse Ye Tang as usual, just as Li Xuan said, Ye Tang slowly opened his eyes not long after the drip was administered.Even the nurse was taken aback and rushed to notify the attending doctor.

Everyone let go of their suspense, gathered around the hospital bed and asked Ye Tangdi a lot of questions.

"Tang Tang, how are you? Is there any discomfort?"

"How does Ye Tang feel now?"

"How did you fall down the stairs?"

"Don't worry, it's all right." Ye Tang was too weak to explain to them at this time, so he twitched his lips in aggrieved manner.

He looked at Jiang Mingxu and said in a weak voice: "Shouldn't you be filming in the crew? It's important to work and don't waste time with me."

"It's good to see that you're fine. I'll go to the set in the afternoon." Jiang Ming continued.

Ye Tang nodded slightly. He felt dizzy as if a big stone had been pressed on his head, and soon he narrowed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep.

At the same time, in a high-end apartment in a certain community, Ankang slightly clenched his hands holding the phone. He frowned and said, "I see, you continue to watch for me in the hospital."

Ankang hung up the phone and threw the phone aside, covered his face and leaned on the sofa and muttered to himself: "Zhou Yun's kind of ghost can't kill you, Ye Tang, Ye Tang, how much is your life? hard……"

However, compared with Ye Tang's life and death, Ankang cared more about whether Zhou Yun had let him go.

After all, he and Ye Tang had never had any grievances, but because Ye Tang perfectly met all the conditions to die for him, a trick was set up for him.

Ankang is a screenwriter who has only become popular in the past two years. In the early years, most of his scripts were serious and unpopular, and there were very few works with particularly high ratings.

Later, he was not reconciled to earning some money to dawdle, and began to give up his original thinking and try to write love stories with various novel themes that young people like to watch. Sure enough, one of the scripts with time-traveling themes was picked up by a well-known director and made into a TV series, which aroused the ratings upsurge.

Since then, the scripts he has written are all high-profile and large-scale productions, which are bound to become the most popular TV series of the season.

After becoming famous, Ankang was busy with the film crew to participate in filming matters every day. The female stars knew that the scripts written by Ankang would be popular, so they rushed to get close to him.

Ankang is busy with all kinds of entertainment with directors and artists every day. After getting used to the world of flowers, Ankang will naturally feel that his wife at home is ugly and ugly.

At that time, Ankang, who was on the rise in his career, gradually noticed Xu Qingyi, the new girl who played the leading role. The beautiful and fashionable actress exuded the light of a goddess all over her body, which was fatal to Ankang, so the two gradually became friends. The relationship develops into an affair.

As the saying goes, paper cannot contain fire, and Zhou Yun discovered Ankang and Xu Qingyi's dry firewood not long after.

Zhou Yun confronted Ankang with the chat records on his mobile phone, but Ankang ignored him and instead blamed Zhou Yun for not respecting his privacy.

In a fit of anger, Zhou Yun ran to the production crew in a car and yelled for Xu Qingyi to come and see her.

Xu Qingyi had just finished her makeup, and she walked up to her in a fairy light pink ancient dress and looked at Zhou Yun with disdainful eyes: "Hey, Mrs. An, what are you doing on our set when you're not at home doing laundry and cooking?"

Zhou Yun pointed at Xu Qingyi and yelled, "Good job, you vixen! Seduce my husband and destroy my family!"

She pulled Xu Qingyi's hair frantically and shouted: "Everyone, come and see! This bitch stole my man!"

Xu Qingyi, who has thin arms and thin legs, can't live like a crazy woman who does housework every day. She just covers her face with one hand and desperately protects her hair with the other, crying pear blossoms with rain.

Xu Qingyi's assistant and manager rushed over to protect her artist, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

Soon Ankang rushed over. He pushed aside the onlookers and saw that his wife and lover were wrestling together. He suddenly felt that he had lost all face, and angrily raised his hand and slapped Zhou Yun hard.

This slap stunned Zhou Yun, her left ear was bangling, and the flesh on her face was throbbing hotly.

Suddenly she laughed, and then gritted her teeth and said: "I was blind to marry you regardless of opposition, no wonder my dad looks down on you, you are a scum! Even if I am a ghost, I will not let you go!" "After speaking, he stumbled away with a crazy smile.

The director stood aside, his face turned red and green, pulled Ankang over and said, "Go back and talk to your wife, no matter what, you can't come to the set to embarrass the actress, and you will pay for the whole set to watch the fun and delay the shooting." schedule."

Ankang flushed with embarrassment, gritted his teeth and apologized to all the crew members, and Xu Qingyi spent a lot of effort coaxing him not to make trouble with him anymore.

Ankang seldom went home since then. Zhou Yun sat on the sofa in an empty room and stared blankly at the B-ultrasound sheet in her hand. She didn’t know if the chips in her stomach could be exchanged for a little love from Ankang. It’s sad. What's more, this man still doesn't even know that his wife is pregnant.

Outside the business is booming, but the relationship between husband and wife at home is like an ice cave. Zhou Yun's mental state is up and down at first, especially when he sees Ankang going home to pick up things, he will suddenly laugh maniacally.

Ankang, who couldn't bear it anymore, proposed a divorce to her. At this time, Zhou Yun suddenly stopped smiling, and she said, "Okay."

On the second day after the two received their divorce certificate, Zhou Yun went to the hospital alone to have an abortion. She lay on the cold operating table without shedding a single tear.

Although the doctor repeatedly told her not to drink after the operation, she still went to the wolf bar to get drunk and got drunk wearing the red cheongsam Ankang bought her when she got married.

But she knew that Ankang would never praise her for being feminine in a cheongsam as before.

The wolf bar has memories of her and Ankang. Zhou Yun shook his glass and stared at the singer in the middle of the stage. He couldn't help but think of Ankang kneeling on the stage with a rose in his arms and proposing to her.

Everyone in the bar clapped their hands in a circle and booed: "Marry him! Marry him! Marry him!" At that time, Zhou Yun felt that she was the happiest woman in the world.

That night, Zhou Yun hid in the toilet and waited for the bar to clear and close, and slowly came out from the darkness.

She struggled to move the bar chairs to the center of the stage, then climbed onto the chairs with the cut wires.

The feeling of suffocation is not pleasant, and she will not die immediately. She struggled while hanging for a while, her legs shook violently and kicked over the chair, and ended her miserable half life hastily with resentment.

After Zhou Yun's death, Ankang directly took Xu Qingyi home to live with him. Since then, various strange things began to happen around Ankang.

The stool at home would inexplicably move in the middle of the night, and the taps that had been turned off would suddenly come out of water. Xu Qingyi had more and more nightmares and was crushed by ghosts on the bed. Every time, Ankang needed to slap her face to wake her up.

Unbearable, the two simply sold their house and changed to a more upscale complex, but the result is still lingering.

Even when Ankang was washing his face by the sink at home, his head was pushed into the sink full of water by a force. Ankang struggled desperately, but he couldn't lift his head. I'm afraid I'll drown in the washbasin.

The moment he raised his head from the water, he saw his water-stained face reflected in the mirror above the sink, and a woman in red stood quietly behind her...

From then on, Ankang was really scared. He found out from the artists in the circle that the old Taoist nun known as "Huang Xiangu" was quite capable of dealing with ghosts and gods, so he caught the earliest flight and took the bumpy bus for a long time to find Huang Xiangu. .

Huang Xiangu lived in the countryside of a remote small city. She still lived in a dilapidated tile-roofed house. There were a few chickens and an old dog at the door. When the dog saw Ankang, the dog kept barking at the door.Ankang kicked it, and it left whimpering.

Originally, Ankang was dubious about this Huang Xiangu's ability, but he was convinced immediately after seeing her, just because Huang Xiangu looked up at him when he entered the door and asked, "Who is the woman in red behind you?"

Ankang broke out in a cold sweat, and he looked back to see that there was no one behind him.

Huang Xiangu is just like an ordinary square dancing aunt, with gray hair curled up in small curls, wearing a dark floral shirt, and a pair of black cloth shoes stained with mud.

To say that the only thing that makes her look special is probably the pipe she holds in her hand, which is very similar to the kind that can be smoked by plugging tobacco in the old days.

"Come and sit down." Sitting in front of the Eight Immortals table in the living room, Huang Xiangu half-closed her eyes and took a puff of cigarette.Ankang walked over nervously and sat down opposite her.

"I'm asking you something, who is this woman?" Huang Xiangu said impatiently pointing her pipe at the air behind him.

Ankang replied tremblingly: "Maybe... it's my ex-wife..."

Huang Xiangu suddenly grinned and showed her two yellow front teeth: "She said you, no, die, no, yes." The last four words popped out one by one.

Hearing that Ankang broke out in a cold sweat, in order to save his life, he "respected" Huang Xiangu a lot.

The nagging old woman said that the ghost was full of resentment, and that she couldn't control the female ghost due to her limited ability, so she just drew a talisman and asked him to carry it with her every day, which would keep him safe for a year, and as for the future, it depends on whether he has the ability Please be an expert.

Huang Xiangu showed him a clear path, which was Longhu Mountain. She said: "Crouching tiger hides dragon on Longhu Mountain. If you can invite someone to come out of the mountain, it will keep you safe, but it depends on whether you can invite someone." Your creation."