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It is often said that lust is the root of all evil.
Typically, this phrase is used to describe people; some individuals indulge excessively, especially in today's society. Regardless of gender, there will always be a small portion of people who think with their bodies.
However, what I want to discuss today is not human lust, but rather Ghostly Lust.
Many might find this strange and think I am joking. How could there possibly be a concept like Lustful Ghosts? I assure you, I am not joking. I have indeed dealt with such matters, and not just once. Although the forms may vary greatly, the nature remains the same: lust.
This may seem unbelievable to you, and perhaps some may resonate with it. I am not speaking nonsense; whether you believe it or not is up to you. Let me share an incident regarding a Lustful Ghost that I encountered for the first time. If you have had similar experiences, don’t rush; if you haven’t, just consider it a story and don’t feel any fear. Fear only adds psychological burdens without serving any other purpose.
As I was about to graduate from my senior year in college, watching couples around me part ways, I felt a myriad of emotions. Having seen so many relationships crumble, I gradually became accustomed to the joys and sorrows of love. It was a time worth reminiscing about, marking a new chapter in life. Just as I was preparing to leave that city that never truly belonged to me, three days before my train ticket date, I received a phone call from an unfamiliar number. On the other end was a girl. When I asked how she got my number, she simply said someone had given it to her. This made me somewhat uneasy. When did my number become so widely known? However, I didn’t dare ask further because her tone was urgent yet hesitant.
Once I confirmed she wasn’t trying to arrange a meeting with me, I asked what the matter was. She said it was about Ghostly Affairs and that she knew what I did for a living.
I replied affirmatively and asked her to explain her situation so I could assess whether I could help. After a brief silence, she suggested sending me a message instead because she found it hard to say out loud. I agreed and hung up.
About half an hour later, just as I was about to forget about the call, my phone buzzed with multiple messages—over ten at once. Back then, text messages had character limits; however many characters it was, it amounted to quite a lengthy message.
After reading through all the texts, I was taken aback. No wonder she spoke so awkwardly and hesitantly; the nature of her issue was quite serious. Here’s what happened:
Her surname was Duan; she was from Hunan and worked in Wuhan at a respectable job. She was single and rented an apartment by herself in a complex. She had moved several times already due to being haunted by a Spirit God that followed her wherever she went.
Moreover, she candidly shared many details with me. She described this entity as a Lustful Ghost that would often press down on her while she slept—so real that it didn’t feel like a dream at all. Sometimes she would hit it with her pillow in an attempt to resist; she could even feel its sensitive areas when they touched her—very tangible sensations. Occasionally while sitting on the sofa, she would also feel some teasing touches on sensitive parts of her body. She had visited hospitals and even consulted psychologists who assured her that everything was normal. Yet when she returned home, the occurrences continued as usual. Although they weren’t frequent, they significantly impacted her life and fortune. She had sought help from many people and purchased various protective items and charms online but found them all ineffective. Sometimes things would improve slightly but never completely resolve the issue. This had been going on for three years now; initially overwhelming for her, she gradually grew accustomed to it over time—aside from occasional annoyance and slight impacts on her fortune—she no longer felt much fear. She even believed some online so-called masters who claimed this was penance; after some time when the debt was paid off, it would leave.
Reading this left me speechless; how could this be related to penance? What kind of penance involves such behavior? Clearly, this was a Lustful Ghost—a being that lived indulgently in life and committed numerous wrongdoings but couldn’t reincarnate due to specific reasons after death. The lingering soul retained some remnants of its lustful consciousness that hadn’t been entirely erased or dissipated. Thus it continued engaging in shameful acts driven by its obsession—the only purpose for its existence in this world wasn’t for any grand goal but merely mechanical repetition like a donkey turning a millstone without awareness of its actions.
The final message read: "Liu Master, if you can help resolve this issue, can we meet to discuss further?"
After finishing all the messages, I felt quite anxious; after all, this was my first encounter with such matters. Even though I had read about Spirit Gods in books before, my understanding remained superficial—it was merely introductory knowledge. As for how to handle such situations? I had never heard of anyone dealing with them before. The explicit nature of her messages made me hesitate about meeting her; after all, this was quite sensitive—a stark contrast to consulting an obstetrician who has formal credentials recognized by the state—there’s no embarrassment there. But here I was—a Little Taoist—not even officially recognized by the state—venturing into uncharted territory for me.
I had no idea what methods might be required during such encounters since these Spirit Gods were different from others—they sometimes attached themselves to specific objects or parts of their victims’ bodies. There were claims that if they weren’t exposed properly during an encounter, one might lose track of their soul entirely; at least that’s what books suggested—I wasn’t sure if such scenarios were real.
This situation was hard for me to imagine; although at that time I had just entered this field and lacked deep knowledge about Spirit Gods based on my understanding—they shouldn’t require exposure for their souls to be found at all! The thought crossed my mind: what if I couldn’t handle it and ended up being haunted myself? But then again, I dismissed that possibility quickly—I didn’t consider myself attractive enough for any Spirit God to change its preferences!
After pondering for a long time, I received another message from her asking if I had gotten it.
I replied that I had received it and could take a look for her, but I couldn't guarantee a complete solution. If it was convenient for her, she should try to handle it as soon as possible since I would be leaving Wuhan in a couple of days.
She quickly responded: "How about this afternoon? I'm in Hankou. Should I come to you or will you come to me?"
I told her to pick a place, and I would head over now.
Since I had long regarded my profession as a service industry, I had already developed the mindset of providing on-site assistance.
It took over an hour on the bus from Wuchang to Hankou. When I arrived at the designated location, I met the victim, Miss Duan.
The meeting spot was a relatively secluded café with hardly anyone inside. I was sure she hadn't booked the place because later, when I tried their coffee, it was exceptionally bad. We settled into a corner and began our conversation.
She wasn't as nervous as I had imagined, nor was I as open as she might have expected. Some questions were only touched upon, leaving plenty of room for imagination. Miss Duan had delicate features and wore a white dress; she didn't exhibit the typical pallor of a victim but instead had a slightly rosy complexion, perhaps due to makeup. The content of our discussion mirrored what was in the messages, but there were two additional points not mentioned in the texts.
First: She could sense when the Spirit God appeared.
Second: It could show up at any time, day or night, regardless of whether anyone was around.
I asked her if she felt it near her now. She said no; it wasn't constant but happened about once a week on average.
I inquired if there was any pattern to its appearances. She replied that there was: it always happened when she was dozing off. Sometimes it occurred while she was showering, which made her hesitant to close her eyes during those moments.
Hearing this made me admire Miss Duan a bit.
A girl encountering such things had actually started to get used to it. Even though she said she used to be very scared, I thought that if it were an ordinary girl, she might have already experienced some mental breakdown by now.
I gave her a thumbs-up and complimented her: "You are really brave."
She smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing. People really are pushed to their limits. Sometimes you have to face certain difficulties and challenges. I have no choice but to take it on."
I admired her calm approach to handling things, and my fondness for her grew. I felt an increasing desire to help.
Nodding, I said, "After all these years, the problem you haven't solved has brought you to me just before I leave Wuhan. Perhaps this is fate, and maybe I can truly help you with this matter. Do you believe in fate?"
She nodded firmly and replied, "I do."
Surprisingly, I didn't discuss a price beforehand. This matter would be left to fate, so the price should also be determined by it. Besides, I believed she wasn't the type to take advantage of others.
I said, "Alright then, let's go." She didn't ask where we were headed and confidently called the waiter to settle the bill. This decisive way of doing things suggested she was a strong woman in her professional life. At that moment, I felt a bit grateful for her trust in me.
Once we stepped outside, she finally asked where we were going. I replied, "Let's take a look at your home."
"Sure," she said, leading me through a series of turns into a neighborhood. I forgot the name of it. It wasn't a new development; it seemed to be from the nineties. All the buildings inside were low-rise without elevators. Her family lived on the third floor of the unit facing the main entrance of the complex.
After climbing the stairs and entering the apartment, I instinctively began to observe the layout of the rooms and the surrounding environment because sometimes issues related to feng shui could lead to problems.
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