"Heaven's Dharma Gate, Earth's Dharma Gate, open the gates of ghosts in all directions, the sky has eyes, the earth has eyes, the evildoers have the earth to take care of them, follow Fang Jie's next life, the smoke soul listens, if there is suffering, you speak of suffering, if there is injustice, you speak of injustice, Today I’m going to give you a chance to see the light of day. If you pass this village, there won’t be this shop. If you’re late, no one will care about it anymore!”
Nowadays, when I recite this soul-calling mantra, I no longer recite it exactly according to the rules. As long as my thoughts are right, the method can be flexible and changeable, and there is no need to be rigid.
Because we are borrowing the power of the immortal family, which is different from Taoism. People like Uncle Ma must also follow the rules if they want to communicate with ghosts and gods.
Don't look at Uncle Ma's carelessness. When he recited the spell, he couldn't make a mistake in a word, and he couldn't miss a single step in the procedure, but he didn't need to do it with Ma Xian.
As soon as I read it once, I could clearly feel the presence of the immortal family. Looking at Fang Jie again, the hand holding the incense began to tremble unconsciously.
My face and ears also felt hot, and there was a chilly wind on my back.
So I got up, took a few large ingots, and burned them in a basin.
This big ingot is also called nugget gold. It is different from ordinary paper ingots. In ordinary people's perception, the biggest difference is... big.
In the underworld, gold ingots are hard currency, which is the same as gold is hard currency in the world, and nugget gold is a good thing, and all the dead people like it.
Think about it, who wouldn’t be curious about a large gold ingot weighing a pound?
While burning the ingots, I muttered a few more words to the air.
"Come out if you want to. Don't hide it. No matter what grudges you have, you have to come out one day. Even if you trick him to death, you still won't be able to come out. You might as well be more open-minded. You keep the big ingot first, and when the matter is out of the way, I will ask him to burn more for you later."
In fact, no one taught me this method. I came up with it all by myself. I talked about it for a while, and I almost reached the tenth big ingot...
Seeing Fang Jie sitting there, he suddenly shivered violently, and then the hand holding the incense trembled violently.
At the same time, he let out a sneer from his mouth, threw away the incense in his hand, and swayed wildly on his chair, as if he was about to dance to a disco.
Looking at the basin in front of me, the paper dust of the big ingot was swirling and flying!
Good guy, does this eldest sister have some skills?
I quickly asked those people to hold down the chair. I wasn't afraid of it shaking or falling. The key was that we only had a sturdy chair in our house.
I've seen it with my own eyes at Madam Hu's before. A person from the Immortal Family was shaking his upper body. His brains were probably scattered and turned yellow, and a chair was literally falling apart.
But the two of them couldn't hold Fang Jie down. He kept leaning back and yelling, his voice was as shrill as killing a pig, and he desperately grabbed his face and hair with both hands.
It’s hard to believe for those who have never seen this scene. Just now, this person was normal, but as soon as the ghost took over, he transformed into a hysterical and severely mentally ill person.
If anyone is timid here, they will wet their pants.
When I saw the formation, I picked up the ghost-beating stick without saying a word, pointed at Fang Jie's nose and said, "You know something in your mind. I asked you to come here to give you a chance, not to give you face. If you If you want me to solve it for you, just be honest and don't show off, my ghost-beating stick will be merciless!"
This female ghost wasn't stupid at all. Seeing that I really didn't like her, she slowly stopped, but she wasn't completely honest either and started to cry.
I ignored him, went to the side, lit a cigarette for myself, took two puffs, and said, "If you want to cry, just cry. Anyway, I'll give you one cigarette. If you don't open your mouth after I finish smoking, then This opportunity is gone, and you are responsible for the consequences."
As I said that, my thoughts moved slightly, and the five guardian gods appeared directly behind me, lined up in a row, looking at him eagerly.
As soon as I finished speaking, the other person's crying weakened, and when I was halfway through, it stopped completely.
I felt funny in my heart, secretly thinking that you want to give me a blow, I'm really spoiling you, who are you with?
So I put out the cigarette, stood up, walked over, and stood in front of him holding the ghost stick.
"I've done it, I've cried. If you have something to say, just say it. If you have an grievance, just complain. I'm here to be reasonable. If someone in his family has harmed you, I can make the decision for you. As long as I explain it to you, Yin Si The underworld has to give our family some face. But if you intentionally harm others and go too far, I can also deal with you."
The few people next to me were dumbfounded when they heard what I said. Their eyes were filled with shock and fear.
In fact, this is the effect of buying a ghost-killing stick. This is all for people to see. The superficial skills must be in place. Being able to clean up the ghosts is not considered a skill. It is only when you can subdue people.
After I finished speaking, Fang Jie rolled his eyes, groaned, shook his head slightly, and suddenly snorted disdainfully.
"Oh, I believe what you say, but there are too many people who can deal with me. I have never been afraid. Their family owes me, and I am the creditor. What should I be afraid of?"
It was easier for the female ghost to open her mouth. I then asked: "What does his family owe you? Tell me, is it a debt of love, a debt of money, or a debt of life?"
The female ghost snorted again: "A life? Haha, you said it easily, it's more than just a life..."
As she spoke, the female ghost became excited again, broke down and cried, and she cried so hard that she cried with grief and anger.
This time I didn't force her or scare her, but watched her cry quietly. After a while, I asked: "What's going on? Tell me. If you have a grudge, don't be afraid of revenge. I'll give it to you." Call the shots.”
The female ghost cried and howled, slapping her thighs continuously, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "I died so miserably. I was cut into eight pieces, cut into eight pieces. I couldn't even find a whole body, and there was still something in my stomach." There is a child, and I want revenge! I want revenge!"
I was slightly shocked. Who did the bad things in Fang Jie's family? This was too cruel. He actually tore them into pieces?
And when this female ghost died, she still had a child in her belly!
Seeing that she was very emotional, I said to her: "This is why you are crying now. Why don't you tell me what happened first? How did you die? Who killed you? We have the blame and the debtor. Even if That person has already gone to hell, and I have a way to make you take this breath."
The female ghost slowly stopped crying and said through gritted teeth: "It's impossible to vent my anger. I can only seek revenge from his descendants. Only by harming at least three generations of his family can I relieve my hatred."
I thought about it and asked: "How many generations are you in Fang Jie now?"
The female ghost said with resentment: "He happens to be the third generation, so he must die!"
Next, with my persuasion and guidance, this female ghost finally told about an inhumane tragedy decades ago.
