Yin Yang Rogue

  In such a push and pull, I was also anxious in my heart. The meat cutting speeded up, and it directly cut to the hand, and a mouthful of blood opened on the fingertips.

  Mr. Lin saw it and seemed to come back to his senses after a moment's thought, then suddenly burst into tears and said:

  "My son, I'm so hungry, every day I go without food. That half-human, half-demon creature who stole my offerings told me to come back and tell you all to make more offerings, no matter how much food there is, if not... he'll eat me! Waaah, I've already walked the path of the living, but now I have to come back and burden my son..."

  Lin Bin also felt a lump in his throat as he thought of his own mother's passing. He remembered how his father had worked hard for him all his life, and yet he himself had married a wife who often quarreled with his own father. After his father passed away, he was left struggling to make ends meet and even received threats. Thinking about this, his nose began to feel a little sour.

  Enduring the pain in his hands, he cut meat for his father, and as it went into the pot, the blood from his fingertips flowed onto the meat. The meat had changed color, looking bright red, but it was unclear whether this was its original color or if it had been stained by Lin Bin's blood.

  Old Man Lin gazed at the meat coming out of the pot, his eyes brimming with tears. He didn't care if it was hot or not and swallowed a mouthful in one gulp. "It's almost dawn," he said to his son, "the rooster will crow soon, I have to go." After seeing Old Man Lin off, Lin Bin woke up. The time he woke up happened to be just past four o'clock, and the rooster had just started crowing.

  Lin Bin couldn't sleep, tossing and turning. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the image of his old father from his dream earlier. He kept flipping over, waking up his wife beside him, who asked what was wrong with him that he wasn't sleeping in the middle of the night.

  Lin Bin sighed, and upon hearing his daughter-in-law say this, he instead didn't sleep and got dressed, sat up, and lit a cigarette. His daughter-in-law asked him if he was suffering from some kind of mental illness.

  Lin Bin let out a sigh, and only then told her that he had dreamed of his father. His father couldn't eat enough food and was being threatened by someone, living a very bitter life. Lin's wife thought Lin Bin was just thinking nonsense, so she came over to grab the cigarette with an attitude, saying as she grabbed: "What ghosts or gods? There's no need to make such a fuss! You're just thinking nonsense when you have nothing better to do."

  In the process of snatching cigarettes, fingers touched, Lin Bin "ripped" a sound, bowed his head to take a look, and found that there was a red mark on his index finger, seemingly scratched, a red scar.

  Lin Bin's face changed at once, and he said to his wife: "No, no, this dream is absolutely true."

  His wife asked him what was wrong with him, and he handed his hand over to his wife to look at, saying: "This finger, last night Dad said he was hungry, I stir-fried meat for him, when cutting the meat, it was cut in this position. Take a look."

  The wife didn't think so, rolling her eyes and saying: "It's normal to bump into something without noticing, don't make a big deal out of it, being suspicious and paranoid."

  But Lin Bin rarely insisted in front of his daughter-in-law, and his daughter-in-law had no choice. Lin Bin put on his clothes and went to the gate to burn incense and worship his father. His daughter-in-law was unhappy with this disturbance in the middle of the night and was also angry. She leaned against the door, wearing her clothes, watching Lin Bin make a fuss.

  Lin Bin finished offering incense and bowed three times, muttering in a low voice: "Dad, if you really came back last night, give me some hint." After finishing speaking, he looked around the courtyard and happened to see the persimmon tree.

  In Beijing, there are many such persimmon trees. In the summer and autumn seasons, the whole tree is full of big yellow persimmons hanging from the branches, very transparent and beautiful. He pointed to the persimmon tree and said: "Dad, if it's true, you can make one of those persimmons fall down, see if that works?"

  Just as they were talking, a big round persimmon happened to fall off the branch and landed on the ground with a thud, rolling twice before splashing juice all over the place.

  Lin Bin's whole body trembled, and even the Lin family's daughter-in-law who was watching the excitement with her arms around her waist straightened up and changed color.

  But Lin's wife was quite fierce, directly rushing to the door and starting to scold loudly. The content was roughly "When you were alive, you always loved to pick on me, I know you didn't like me, now that you're dead, why are you still causing trouble? Where should you go, just go there, do you or don't you let your son live in peace, do you or don't you let us have a good life?"

  Lin's wife was complaining like this while talking, and it's possible that what she said was even more unpleasant. Otherwise, something wouldn't have happened that same night.

  Mrs. Lin was just grumbling when suddenly there was a sound of the door lock at the entrance. We hurriedly stood up, and Mrs. Lin said: "My husband is back, you all sit down first."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the house. The corridor was filled with low voices and sighs. Soon, Lin's wife led a man in. This man had a long face, high cheekbones, long arms and hands, and a relatively thin build. It should be Lin Bin.

  I was just about to stand up and say something, but Lin Bin saw the madman's face change in an instant, turned his head and picked up the broom to greet the madman. The madman had three black lines on his face, and Lin's wife next to him let out a loud shout, which subdued Lin Bin.

  Lin's wife's eyes were wide with anger as she glared at Lin Bin, "What are you doing? They came to help and you're still holding a broom?"

  Lin Bin's face turned red with anger as he pointed at the madman and said, "It was him, he did a Feng Shui arrangement for our family, and not two days later, my father... passed away."

  I hastily stood up and said, "Lin Ge, calm down first. My friend here is not the King of Hell, Feng Shui is meant to help with fortune and ward off disasters, my friend has great skills, he's also an expert in Feng Shui, how could he possibly take a life just for the sake of taking one? Are you treating him like a god or the King of Hell?"

  Lin Bin seemed to calm down a bit after hearing me say that, muttering in a low voice: "That's also unpredictable, the old man was fine and then suddenly left?"

  I had a strange look on my face when I saw the madman before. Before that, the madman indeed had a nickname, called "Black Unpredictable"!

  I continued: "Feng shui, simply put, is the use of certain objects and directions to change the magnetic field in your home, making it more stable and suitable for the owner's mood. A harmonious layout is a typical example, where the arrangement of furniture and decorations creates a magnetic field that makes people feel calm and peaceful, and naturally, everything looks good, and there is no thought of quarreling."

  "So, Feng Shui is used to enhance a person's luck and the fortune of their home. Unless it's done with malicious intent, but even then, it won't affect just one person, it will affect everyone. You're also a reasonable person, don't you think that's how it works?"

  Lin Bin also felt disheartened, wiping his face and sighing: "Actually, I knew too, but my dad just passed away like that... now he's gone... it's not peaceful, my heart doesn't feel comfortable."

  We chatted for a while before turning our conversation back to the matter at hand. Lin Bin told me about what happened that night.

  At that time, Lin Bin's daughter-in-law was scolding the air like a street vendor during the day, and something happened that night.

  That night, just after the hour of Zi (around 11:30), Lin's wife got up, rubbing her belly. Since last night's incident, Lin Bin had been a bit afraid to sleep and couldn't sleep soundly. So when his wife got up in the middle of the night, he was aware of it. At that time, Lin Bin was half asleep and half awake, and after a long while, his wife still hadn't returned. In his daze, he heard some movement.

  Lin Bin hurried over to see if it was the old man who had returned, and the sound came from the kitchen. When he arrived at the kitchen, he couldn't help but be shocked - his wife was leaning on the refrigerator in the kitchen, licking the frost off its surface. Her belly was as big as a six-month pregnancy.

  Lin Bin was so frightened that a meaningless sound rolled out of his throat, and his wife immediately turned her head, staring at Lin Bin with a pair of bloodshot eyes that glowed green, exactly like the old man's last night.

  Lin Bin came over and wanted to take his daughter-in-law to the hospital for a stomach wash, but unexpectedly, his daughter-in-law opened her mouth and scolded him loudly, calling him an unfilial son, saying that he had married an unfilial daughter-in-law, and now even after his own death, he was still being scolded by his daughter-in-law. He had spent his whole life raising his son, only to end up with this result... If he had known it would be like this, he wouldn't have given birth to him in the first place...

  Lin Bin's wife's body, but the voice coming out was Old Master's voice. To know that this time wasn't a dream, it was real possession! Lin Bin's face turned bright red with shame after being scolded. In fact, he also knew in his heart that his wife was indeed a bit too much, but the things at home weren't all her fault either. However, Old Master had often quarreled with his wife before he passed away. His wife not showing respect to her father-in-law, no matter what, wasn't right.

  What's more, it was his deceased father who scolded him, so he had to listen respectfully.

  But he never thought that the old man, after scolding him enough, would finally say coldly: "I'm going to take your wife away tonight, so she won't harm you."

  Lin Bin was stunned, what's going on? Still have to save people, so he ignored his father's struggles and went over directly. The two of them started fighting, Lin Bin is still a big guy after all, it took him a lot of effort to tie up his wife. After calling 120, they were taken away for gastric lavage.

  The doctor washed his stomach and said that everything he vomited was black, I don't know what it is, it looks very disgusting. That night, my wife was hospitalized, Lin Bin was lying on the bed, and started having strange dreams again.

  In my dream, it was still the old man who came to eat. One moment he had a bitter face and looked very pitiful. The next moment he was extremely fierce and scolded loudly. Anyway, his purpose was only one thing: to let his son offer him a big tribute, wanting to be fed.

  The daughter-in-law was scared by this matter, and secretly resented the old master. Lin Bin was caught in the middle, missing the old master but also afraid that after he ate his fill, he would take the daughter-in-law away again. Later, she had a series of dreams for several days, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

  Every day at home, there are always various foods contributed by the family, and the offerings have never been interrupted. What this old man is doing, no one knows.

  The madman on one side was muttering to himself, and suddenly looked at me with a puzzled expression, asking: "Younger brother, what is 'da gong'?"

  I forced a smile and interjected: "Different places have different names for it, if I'm not mistaken, shouldn't it be the Yin Gong Fa that Daoists talk about?"