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I have a friend named Ding, one of the few confidants I have. He used to study Taoism with me, but he eventually gave up during the early, tedious stages of learning. He realized it was better for him to enjoy his life as a wealthy second-generation heir. Thus, he began living a life filled with indulgence and frivolity.
Like most rich kids, he enjoyed casual encounters. However, as the saying goes, those who walk the night often encounter ghosts. One day, while meeting a girl at a hotel, things took a turn for the worse.
Here’s how it went down, based on his account.
That day, he had arranged to meet a girl at the Werner Hotel in Zhong Village, specifically in a room at the end of the hallway on the 12th floor.
Previously, the host had advised against staying in the first or last room of a hotel, and I had mentioned this to him as well. But that day, there were no other rooms available, and driven by impulse, he led the girl he had just met into that room. After their first encounter, she fell asleep. A while later, feeling frisky again, he woke her up for another round.
That’s when things got strange. During their second encounter, she seemed like a completely different person—sometimes giggling foolishly and other times rambling incoherently. At first, he thought she was just teasing him. After they finished, she started moving around and became uncooperative. He tried to help her get dressed, but she resisted fiercely. Finally managing to put her clothes on her, she suddenly asked, “How do I take these pants off?”
He replied, “What do you want to do?”
She said she needed to go to the bathroom—in a childlike voice.
Ding was taken aback. Before he could respond, she picked up the notepad from the bedside table and began chewing on it. Then she ran into the bathroom and came out with a comb, asking in that same childish voice, “Brother, can you comb my hair?”
Having encountered some Taoist teachings before, Ding realized he was dealing with a spirit. Just as he was about to pull out his phone to call me, he saw her start gnawing on the comb without acknowledging him.
Panicking, Ding rushed out of the room and shut the door behind him before calling me. I remember it was around 10 PM; I was preparing talismans for business the next day when I received his call. After listening to his description of events, I asked him, “Are you sure that girl was normal during your first encounter?”
He assured me she had been perfectly fine—she was normal when she fell asleep but changed afterward.
I asked, "So, did you complete it the second time?"
He initially thought that girl was doing it on purpose, and I immediately scolded him, "You’ve got some nerve! The second time was just insane!"
Scolding aside, I hurried over. When I arrived at the hotel entrance, I saw him pacing back and forth, looking like he was about to collapse.
I pushed him lightly without saying a word and headed straight into the elevator towards the room. When we reached the door, he opened it but hesitated to go inside. I shot him a disdainful glance and muttered, "Useless!" before walking in.
The girl was disheveled but still wrapped up enough that I didn’t feel uncomfortable looking at her. She was gnawing on a comb, which was already covered in bite marks and saliva. When she saw me enter, she didn’t hide; instead, she occasionally flashed me a silly grin. I knew that the Spirit God was still within her.
Instantly relieved, at least I didn’t have to search for her. I took the comb out of her mouth. She stared at me blankly; I recognized that look all too well—almost all those possessed had that same expression.
Looking at the hotel comb covered in bite marks, she seemed like an innocent child. I tried to communicate with her, but her vacant gaze held a terrifying innocence. It was terrifying because that look reminded me of the child from "The Grudge." Despite having seen many such expressions before, it still sent chills down my spine.
I asked her, "What’s your name? How old are you?"
She replied, "My name is Tong Tong," (I wasn’t sure which 'tong' she meant) "and I'm six years old."
I inhaled sharply. Why? Because typically, Spirit Gods don’t remember detailed information from their past lives. At such a young age, she remembered so much.
There was only one explanation! Her spirit hadn’t completely departed; it simply meant that her life soul had temporarily separated from her body.
In this situation, it was crucial to find her body; perhaps there was still a chance to save her life. Since the life soul had left, there was nothing the hospital could do. Although her bodily functions hadn’t fully ceased yet, they couldn’t revive her.
I continued to ask her, "Where are you from?"
She didn’t answer right away. Although there were no visible expressions on her face, I knew she was thinking. After a long pause, she finally said softly, "There are many doctors there."
I didn't expect her to remember which hospital it was, so I asked her, "How long have you been out?"
She replied, "I don't know, it’s just that it has gotten dark twice."
The master's notes indicated that if a soul leaves the body for thirty-six hours, it would be difficult to return. Moreover, consciousness would gradually fade, turning into a Wandering Soul. At the same time, bodily functions would also decline, leading to death after twelve hours, with no remedy available.
If it had gotten dark twice, that meant I had at most twelve hours left; after that, it would truly be over. Time was pressing, so I didn’t say much.
What I needed to do was take the little girl’s soul and immediately find her body. I rummaged through my belongings but found that I hadn’t brought any tools to bind the soul (I usually use a small incense burner or a peach wood box). But since I hadn’t brought anything and going back to get them would take too long, it wasn’t that I was afraid of the soul escaping; I could easily trap her—she had nowhere to run. However, if a soul stayed in a living person for more than three hours, it would cause significant harm to the host. At best, they would become weak and hard to recover; at worst, it could affect their mind and lead to dementia.
I looked around but found nothing suitable to contain the soul. I couldn’t just drag her along with an Ink Fight Line! At that moment, I was genuinely anxious when I suddenly noticed a bag on the stool. I called Ding in and asked him to check if there was a mirror or something similar inside the girl’s bag.
He opened the bag and rummaged through it, finding a black Foundation Case with a mirror inside. However, the mirror was too small for me to draw a Spirit Binding Symbol on it with my brush.
I told him to find a bigger mirror—one large enough for drawing symbols—hurry!
He had learned a bit about this and naturally knew how big it needed to be. Hearing my low tone, he searched around the room before picking up a stool and preparing to smash the television. I quickly stopped him—wasn't the mirror in the bathroom worth less than the TV?
He suddenly realized and dashed into the bathroom. A moment later, there was a crisp sound. He came out and handed me a mirror that I wrapped in a blanket to dull its sharp edges; it was just the right size.
I cast a Hand Spell and tapped the girl’s Fontanel. She began screaming and flailing her arms. I told Ding to hold her down; this beast suddenly pounced on top of her in an ambiguous position.
I cursed him as a beast and used an Ink Fight Line to bind her big toes together to prevent her from escaping! Then I held one hand with the mirror facing her face while casting a Soul Binding Spell with my other hand, quickly reciting incantations. In less than thirty seconds, she rolled her eyes back and fainted!
I hurriedly drew a Spirit Binding Symbol on the mirror and prepared to leave. Ding grabbed me and said, "What about her? She's unconscious!"
I replied, "Do you really need me to teach you? Just draw an Exorcism Charm and turn it into water for her to drink; she'll wake up in a few hours." I tossed him a blank White Talisman paper and prepared to leave when he pulled me back again, saying he forgot how to draw it.
I hurriedly took out my pen, drawing while muttering under my breath. When will you ever get your act together? Next time something like this happens, solve it yourself and stop bothering me.
I was genuinely angry; to be honest, I particularly despised his behavior. Although people today are more open-minded, casually dating like that is something I simply cannot accept.
In his view, the mutual needs of men and women are perfectly normal. But I wonder, doesn’t he feel any pangs of conscience? Not to mention the risk of getting sick—if this continues and becomes a habit, will he ever find true love again? Does he even deserve love? As the saying goes, a leopard can’t change its spots. Once your casualness becomes your nature, I can only imagine how unfortunate his future partners will be.
Some friends might say that after enough playtime, he’ll settle down and start a serious relationship. That’s utter nonsense! It’s a one-way street; to put it bluntly, someone who flits from one person to another will never change their nature. How long can they really change? Six months? A year?
After finishing the drawing, I tossed it at Ding and strode out, slamming the door behind me. After walking a few steps outside, I remembered something and turned back. I couldn’t be bothered to knock; instead, I called through the door to ask him where the nearest hospital was. He replied, “Zhongcun Hospital.”
As I walked away, I pulled out my phone and opened the navigation app. It was close by. I went downstairs to get my car and headed straight for Zhongcun Hospital. It was a relatively small hospital, but thankfully it was late at night and there weren’t many people around. I approached the front desk and asked if there was a little girl named Tong Tong here, six years old. Which room was she in? The nurse looked at me with suspicion, so I quickly apologized and said, “I’m her uncle; I promised to visit her. Her father’s phone seems to be dead.”
She let out an “oh” and began searching for information. After a while, she provided me with a room number. I thanked her hurriedly and made my way to the room she mentioned.
Through the glass on the door, I saw a hospital bed with a young woman sitting beside it—she looked very young but quite haggard. The child on the bed had her head wrapped in bandages and was connected to an oxygen tube, lying quietly with faint traces of blood on her face and an ashen complexion.
Once I confirmed that this child was indeed Tong Tong, I knocked on the door and walked in. The child’s mother looked up in confusion at the sight of me—a spirited young man instead of a nurse—and said nothing.
I spoke first: “Are you Tong Tong’s mother?”
She replied that she was, asking who I was.
Her voice was hoarse and tinged with sorrow; her eyes were red-rimmed, clearly from lack of sleep. But I didn’t know how to respond; I couldn’t just say that I was a Taoist who had stumbled upon her daughter’s soul and had come to see if I could save her.
After thinking for a moment, I changed the subject directly: “How is Tong Tong doing? What did the doctor say?”
The mother sniffled as tears streamed down her face like pearls from a broken string. Choking back sobs, she said, “The doctor said they did their best. The injuries are too severe; we need to prepare for what comes next.”
I asked if she could let me take a look, as I understood a bit about metaphysics. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Can we wait until my husband arrives?" I nodded in understanding and replied that it was fine, but it needed to be quick. She expressed her gratitude with a soft "thank you." Her husband had gone out to buy something and would be back soon. She then took out her phone, presumably to call him.
A few minutes later, her husband hurried back, accompanied by an elderly man, likely a grandfather figure from the family.
I explained the situation briefly and, after obtaining their consent, I began preparing to send the soul back into the little girl’s body. I told them that the doctor said the injuries were too severe for me to treat physically, but at least I could allow them to see Tong Tong one more time. "Do you understand what I mean? If possible, please step outside for a moment. I'll call you back in when I'm ready."
They clearly had doubts about my words. I encouraged them to discuss it among themselves, assuring them that I would do it without taking any payment.
They exchanged glances and reluctantly left the room. I added that if any doctors came by for rounds, they should block the entrance for a short while. The mother replied that no doctors would come since they had just finished their rounds and then turned to leave the room.
I quickly found a corner where the glass door couldn’t be seen and took out the temporary mirror I was using for Spirit Binding. I wiped away the Soul Binding Spell, lit three incense sticks, and began the Call of Souls (details omitted).
However, when I guided the soul into the body, I unexpectedly encountered resistance preventing it from entering. It seemed that the body's functions were already fading, leaving no place for the soul to reside. A wave of sadness washed over me; it appeared that there was truly no hope for recovery. What a lovely little girl!
At an age when she should be spoiled by her parents, she had to bear so much that she shouldn’t have to endure. Seeing her spirit standing beside her body, I asked her, "Do you want to see your mom and dad?"
She nodded vigorously and exclaimed, "Yes! I want to!"
I wanted to pat her head but couldn’t see her physical form; I only knew she was standing beside my right hand at the bed.
I called them back in and told them that while I couldn’t work miracles, I could allow them to see Tong Tong and even speak with her.
They nodded eagerly in agreement.
I cautioned them not to be surprised or alarmed by whatever they might see. It might be something they had never encountered before. With my hand wrapped in nerve cloth, I grabbed a handful of Grave Soil and sprinkled it towards where the soul stood on my right side. Slowly, the little girl’s spirit began to materialize.
Their mouths fell open in awe; there was no horror or fear as I had imagined—only love, pity, and sorrow reflected in their eyes.
I told them to talk, as time was limited. If there was anything to say, they should say it; they must not touch or come too close, or it would all fall apart quickly. I had anchored the soul in place; it could not move on its own.
After saying that, I stood up and walked out. I couldn't bear to witness such a scene. It was truly painful. I stepped outside the ward, closed the door behind me, and leaned against the wall. I lit a cigarette and closed my eyes, my mind filled with the innocent and lively smile of the little girl. My heart remained unsettled for a long time.
After smoking two cigarettes, I figured it was about time. I knocked on the door and went back in. They looked at me with choked voices, as if pleading for me to think of another way. I shook my head with a bitter smile.
Watching the slowly fading soul of the little girl, I dismantled the formation and swept away the Grave Soil. I recited a passage from the Taoist Ritual for Releasing Souls.
I knew that in a few hours, the little girl's soul would be taken away to where it belonged. I only hoped that in her next life, she would live well, safely, and happily.
As I was leaving, her father left me his phone number. I asked him to send me the little girl's birth date and name.
Exhausted in body and spirit, I returned home. With the girl's Birth Chart in hand, I performed a Ritual to remove her karmic obstacles, praying for her to have health, safety, and happiness in her next life.
That father has now become one of my few drinking buddies; his surname is Zhou, from Jiangxi Nanchang. The little girl had an accident due to a car crash. The incident occurred near Werner Hotel. This is an experience I prefer not to mention.
I hope all friends will obey traffic regulations while driving; even if you don't think of yourself, think of your family and friends around you.
The safety of any individual is a shared happiness for many people around them. May all friends keep this in mind!
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