Chapter 9: The Female Ghost's Psychological Counseling

  Li Huan had seen all sorts of patients with different personalities during his years of practice, and he also knew many friends with strong personalities, but Zhuangzi Meng's proposal still left him stunned for a long time.

  Zhuangzi suggested that he provide psychological counseling for those female ghosts and ask them some questions.

  Li Huan flatly refused, citing that the primary condition for psychological counseling is that the patient must first trust the doctor. If they come in with hostility towards the doctor from the start, then it can only be treated with extreme measures, which may not even be effective. Moreover, psychological counseling is about treating illness, not "interrogation", what's there to ask?

  What's more, this time the "patient" is a ghost.

  They can become ghosts, and Zhuangzi's dream says they have great resentment. They must have suffered a huge stimulus in their lifetime, which made them unable to resolve this knot even after death. If they were still alive, they would probably be severely depressed or even mentally split or abnormal.

  With just Li Huan's words, Li Huan felt helpless. After all, a female ghost couldn't take tranquilizers or rely on medicine to calm her emotions.

  Zhuangzi's eyes showed some disappointment, but he couldn't help asking again: "Just try it out, it doesn't matter, after all we're not expecting you to use psychological counseling to enlighten her, just ask them a few questions."

  Looking at Zhuangzi's dream, it was clear that her eyes were shining with unusual light due to curiosity and excitement. Li Huan didn't feel that she was a fierce ghost at all, but rather thought she was just an ordinary little girl.

  Wei Xiangtu was also looking at him with a face full of expectation.

  So, apart from treating dead people as if they were alive, there is no other way out.

  But Li Huan made a request, that is, Zhuangzi Meng and Wei Xiangtu must be present.

  Zhuangzi dreamed and nodded in agreement.

  After finishing dinner, he dawdled and washed his bath, did various preparatory work, asked the key and the two guys who were more familiar with the ghost, and it was almost 10:30. Wei Xiangtu and Zhuang Zimou carefully helped him throw his clothes into the washing machine, and then took him downstairs on either side.

  Inside the treatment room with two layers of curtains drawn, only a dim desk lamp was lit. Li Huan insisted that Wei Xiangtu sit next to him. Zhuang Zimeng walked over to their side and took out a bamboo tube.

  "Zi Meng, keep a distance, I'm afraid if you let her out, she'll come over and pinch me."

  Zhuangzi retreated several steps after speaking and opened the bamboo tube.

  The female ghost was about to pounce over as soon as she appeared, fortunately, she was pulled back by Zhuangzi Meng. It's unknown what kind of magic Zhuangzi Meng used, but the female ghost was fixed in mid-air, unable to even turn her head. She stared at Li Huan and Wei Xiangtu with a pair of blood-red eyes. After getting Li Huan's signal, Wei Xiangtu said as gently as possible: "Don't worry, we're here to save you. Calm down, look."

  Wei Xiangtu took out a stack of handwritten scriptures and a small copper basin from under the table. He placed the scriptures on the table, picked up one page, and gently shook it, causing that page to catch fire. He put the burning paper into the copper basin, and on the female ghost's eerie face, an unprecedented yearning appeared.

  "Do you want to save me?"

  At last, the female ghost spoke.

  "Yes, whether you tell us the truth today or not, we will deliver you. Li Huan also picked up a scripture and put it in the copper basin. However, we need your help, I hope you can agree to our request. But if you don't want to say anything, then forget it. There are many scriptures here, burning them page by page takes a lot of time, you can also talk about what you'd like to talk about, such as what food you liked to eat when you were alive."

  The female ghost stared at the copper basin, and the ghost smiled: "Any rice is better than dead man's rice... No, just rice is good."

  Then she felt the "thing" that was pulling on her shoulder let go and handed her a bowl of rice. She turned around, looked back in surprise and exclaimed "huh".

  "How old were you when you died, kid?"

  While speaking, he couldn't help but try to grab the scriptures himself and burn them personally. However, before even touching the scriptures, he let out a miserable cry. Zhuangzi suddenly said with annoyance: "You think you can attain enlightenment by yourself? It's useless! I can grab Buddhist scriptures, but I also have no way of attaining enlightenment myself. Moreover, I'm more pitiful than you - they want to enlighten me, but it's impossible."

  "How did you die?" The female ghost was shocked.

  "......" Zhuangzi hesitated for a moment before saying with extraordinary deep feeling: "For the one I love."

  Li Huan's chin almost dislocated: "Zi Meng, what did you say?"

  "I'd rather die and let him remember me forever than live without him." Zhuangzi Meng's eyes gleamed with a malevolent spirit. The female ghost shrieked and tried to pounce on Wei Xiangtu's back, but was caught by Zhuangzi Meng. "We're all ghosts," he said in a sinister tone, "those two aren't afraid of you, what are you afraid of?"

  Zhuangzi spoke lightly of his dream, but as a fellow ghost, the female ghost felt the terrifying pressure of being a Qingyi Ghost Immortal.

  "What's your name?" Zhuangzi asked in return, without answering for himself.

  "I forgot."

  "Don't be intimidated by her, she's just a kid." Li Huan couldn't help but say.

  "You don't understand anything."

  Unexpectedly, the two ghosts refuted him in unison.

  Li Huan's occupational disease suddenly relapsed, and he put down the scripture in his hand, smiling and saying to Zhuangzi Meng: "Zi Meng, don't think too much. As you said, although you are dead, you will always live in the hearts of those who care about you."

  "Pffft!" Unexpectedly, Zhuangzi was not having it and instead forcefully knocked on his head, "Am I supposed to be your psychological counselor? You should go chat with that beautiful woman next to you."

  Wei Xiangtu chuckled and said: "Zi Meng, come over here."

  Li Huan felt extremely embarrassed, picked up the scriptures and continued to burn them with his head down. The female ghost looked at him and Wei Xiang as they burned page after page of the scriptures, suddenly asking: "This scripture of yours, won't it be the one you copied in the past two days?"

  "No. It's already been copied." Li Huan replied, "However, what Xiang Tu said is also useful."

  At this moment, Li Huan had completely given up on getting anything out of the female ghost's mouth. He simply ignored Wei Xiangtu's worried gaze and burned several talismans one after another. The female ghost looked at him and suddenly said a sentence: "Tian Li."

  "Huh?"

  "You're just wondering about our origins, right? I'll tell you, go check out the Tianli Art Training from four years ago and you'll know. The female ghost's smile was quite desolate. Li Huan hastily spoke in a soft voice: "This is already something from four years ago, and you'll be freed soon, welcoming a brand new life. Relax, don't think too much."

  "Haha, are you crazy? What a great opportunity, if you don't ask more questions now, you'll miss your chance."

  At this time, Wei Xiangtu and Li Huan's scriptures in their hands had been burned out, and the female ghost slowly stood up.

  "No more stalling, let's get down to business. I know you've been to the fourth floor."