Fang Yunhe looked at me like a monster: "Haven't you heard of the substitution method?"
I slapped my forehead, I used the substitute method when I was a child, how could I forget this!
The substitute method is a very common spell. Some people who have provoked a life-seeking ghost or were born a child will use paper figures to return the substitute.
But to be honest, I don't know whether this trick is useful for Zhongshengji.
"Of course the ordinary substitute method is useless. If you want to do it, you have to 'do it for real'!" Fang Yunhe said inscrutably.
It opened my eyes to the fact that there are ordinary and advanced methods of substitution.
"Strictly speaking, this is no longer a substitute method, it is more like suspended animation." Fang Yunhe said that the top substitute method is a real "living burial"!
"Let Pan Yuchen fake his death, lie down in the coffin, find a blessed place to be buried, and when the time passes, he can be reborn. Of course, it sounds simple to you, but this matter is quite complicated and requires the use of some secret techniques... "
Fang Yunhe was talking loudly, but my thoughts flew back to eighteen years ago.
The living person lies in the coffin and is buried in a blessed place. I think back then, I did the same thing...
In order to avoid being chased by the Yin people, my soul and Jiang Lanyue stayed in the paper coffin for sixteen years...
It turns out that this is an advanced substitute method.
"Daozhang Fang, I seem to have heard of the method you mentioned. There was a person in our village who was killed by Yin people as soon as she was born. In order to survive, her family found a powerful master who let her lie in a paper coffin and lured her away. Come to Kowloon to behead and be buried in the bloody ground..."
I didn’t trust Fang Yunhe and Ahua enough, so I could only lie and say it was the experience of the villagers.
Fang Yunhe did not doubt that he was there, but Ahua, with a pair of dark eyes, looked at me playfully, as if he had already seen through me.
"What you are talking about is a bit like the routine of Baiyun Temple." Fang Yunhe said, this kind of substitute method, each family has its own procedures and rules. Baiyun Temple likes to let living people lie in paper coffins, because paper coffins are cheap. Also easy to handle.
He was different. Fang Yunhe had requirements. Everything had to be done with real swords and guns, and the coffin had to be made of solid wood, which was more expensive than Baiyun Guan's.
"The paper coffin is nothing. What I'm curious about is, how did the mage lure the Nine Dragons?" He said with bright eyes. Those who can lure the Nine Dragons are all top mages, and there are only two Taoist priests in Baiyunguan. If you can do it, one is the head of the family and the other is Taoist Bai.
"Next time you return to the village, go and inquire. If the master is still alive, you must tell me!" Fang Yunhe likes to make friends with Taoists, especially such awesome and coaxing mage.
I wanted to tell him that this man was my blind grandfather, but I swallowed the words as soon as they reached my lips.
The blind grandpa has been hiding from the world for many years, and I am worried that doing this will bring him trouble.
"Okay, I'll ask next time." I said perfunctorily.
Since we are talking about fake death as a substitute, we have found a way. I seem to see the 500,000 Grandpa Mao flying towards us.
But there’s one thing I don’t quite understand: “Why can you only guarantee him five years?”
Fang Yunhe raised his head and faced the sky: "These people all have a destiny. I think Pan Mingjie's lifeline is very short. With such a destiny, you can't force it too much. A few more years of life is already considered the limit."
No matter how powerful his spells are, they are not gods and cannot change the limit of what a person can endure. Otherwise, things will turn against each other and the mage himself will be hurt.
"Okay, then contact Mr. Pan!" I said.
Just as Fang Yunhe was about to dial, Pan Mingjie's phone came over.
"Hey, Director Fang, you haven't gone far yet! My daughter vomited blood again, this time a little too much. My servant said that the bleeding couldn't be stopped. Can you go to the hospital with me?"
"The bleeding doesn't stop? Take us to have a look quickly!" Fang Yunhe hung up the phone in a panic and briefly explained the situation.
A few minutes later a Bentley pulled up in front of us.
Pan Mingjie was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and asked us to get in the car and go to a private hospital.
When we arrived, the entire ward was filled with an unpleasant smell of blood.
A pale-faced girl lay weakly on the hospital bed.
She looked very similar to Pan Mingjie. She was probably in her twenties. She would make vomiting movements after taking a few breaths, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.
Standing next to her was an aunt in an apron, who must be a servant of the Pan family. She was holding a basin of blood tremblingly: "Master, the lady has been vomiting for more than half an hour, what should I do..."
Pan Mingjie was trembling with anxiety: "Doctor, please invite your dean and experts."
He gave the order, and soon the ward was filled with doctors and nurses.
They suspected that Pan Yuchen had bleeding in his lungs or stomach, and they had to rush him out for examination.
Pan Mingjie looked at us hesitantly, as if asking for our opinions.
I said, "Let her check first. If the hospital can't find the cause, we'll give her a look."
I have always advised people to believe in science. If science cannot explain it, then believe in metaphysics.
If even metaphysics cannot solve it, then we can only resign ourselves to fate.
This lasted for nearly two hours. After various examinations, Pan Yuchen had no other physical problems except anemia.
The previously suspected pulmonary hemorrhage and gastric hemorrhage were also ruled out, and the doctors were at a loss to find out the reason for her vomiting blood.
Until the doctor called Pan Wenjie out and told him to prepare for the funeral, Pan Wenjie's legs softened and he almost fell to the ground.
This all-powerful man was knocked down in an instant, as if he had suddenly aged more than ten years, sitting dejectedly on a cold iron stool.
"How could this happen..." Pan Wenjie covered his head with his hands, and when he saw us with a pair of bloody eyes, it was like he was grasping a life-saving straw.
"Taoist Fang, two young masters, please help my daughter take a look!" Pan Wenjie begged us.
Seeing that the doctors had given up on her and wanted to treat a dead horse as a living horse, I walked into the ward with Fang Yunhe and Ahua and gathered around the bed.
As soon as I got close, I smelled a strong earthy smell.
This kind of smell is completely different from blood, a bit like the fishy smell of big snakes and smelly fish.
I quickly asked them if they had smelled this kind of smell. Ahua nodded and said yes. She had smelled it when she invited the soul to come, but she didn't pay much attention to it.
I almost choked to death on a mouthful of old blood. Fortunately, we came to the hospital to see Pan Yuchen, otherwise we would have missed this important clue.
I got closer to Pan Yuchen and smelled the unpleasant earthy smell, and a very eye-catching picture suddenly flashed in my mind.
A small black snake as thick as a finger suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
The black snake was cut off at the waist, and its lower body was crushed to pieces, but it still raised its head desperately, hissing and spitting out words, as if it was saying something to the person in front of it.
I immediately asked Pan Yuchen: "Have you ever killed a snake?"
Pan Yuchen's already pale face turned even whiter now: "It seems like..."
"Did it happen half a year ago?" I asked again.
She nodded weakly, looked at me with admiration, and admitted honestly: "Yes..."
I calmed down and let her explain what happened to the snake.
