Microfiction

Spiritual pet strange talk (3): a thousand years in the earth, but not beat a good chicken: the magical power of the rooster to drive away evil
Now let's talk about the second type of spirit pet: the male chicken. Male chickens are related to the vermilion bird, and they have the innate ability to restrain all Yin and evil spirits. People often say, "A thousand years in the earth is no match for a good chicken." Sometimes I find it somewhat amusing to hear others tell some ghost stories. Some methods like setting up formations, hiding under the bed, reciting incantations, etc. If you are sure that it is haunted by Yin spirits, just put in a big red rooster that is alive and kicking, even thousands of years old ghosts will not dare to come up and make trouble! Rooster has the strongest yang energy, but also the bravest! Especially the old rooster that has been raised for more than five or six years, if you have the opportunity to get one, you can observe where it stays, not only ghosts and monsters, that is, a little bit of heavier Yin insects will also go around. This is not a matter of Taoism or spirituality, but the natural relationship with each other! Just like ice will melt when the temperature rises! Some people say that people's yang energy is better than chicken, which is true, but you have to be clear. People see ghosts and monsters will feel frightened, a fright Yang Qi scattered. But the rooster is different, the rooster pure yang lack of yin, they naturally like to eat Yin heavy things, such as hiding underground centipedes, earthworms and crustaceans, etc.. Plus, the rooster can not understand the ghosts and monsters spit their tongues and roll their eyes, it only knows that the things in front of the yin is very heavy, and usually eat the same bugs, are very tonic, must peck on a taste of the delicious flavor.
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