I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, so I had no intention of learning any magic from him: "Go, go, let's play, you don't see me worrying!"
I thought, if it doesn't work, I'll knock Pan Yuchen out!
Fang Yunhe saw that I was getting angry and forcefully dragged me aside: "Practitioners must learn to be calm. Worrying can't solve this matter..."
I understand the truth, but seeing the time approaching, I still can't help but feel anxious.
"Okay, don't be anxious. I'll teach you a body-fixing technique. When you cast the spell, thinking about my appearance is equivalent to borrowing the technique." Fang Yunhe said with a smile.
I have heard before that the Maoshan sect has numerous spells that are very powerful. Among them is a body-immobilizing technique, also known as the "Thousand-jin Gate." Mountain.
This is their secret technique and a magic weapon for self-defense. I never expected that Fang Yunhe would teach it to me so generously.
I was overjoyed and rushed towards him: "Master Fang, please teach me..."
Fang Yunhe brought two water bowls, one for him and one for me, and we followed him step by step.
I saw that his fingers were pinched into an orchid shape, and he held the bottom of the bowl firmly with just three fingers: thumb, index finger, and little finger, like a three-legged tripod.
I imitated him, holding the bowl with him and reciting the formula in a low voice.
While I was reciting, I held the sword formula with my other hand, and the void drew a spell on the water.
When I finished the last stroke and recited the incantation in my mouth, I held the bowl in both hands and took a sip of water. Thinking of Fang Yunhe's face in my mind, I quickly sprayed it on Pan Yuchen's face.
Then he stretched out his right palm and hit Pan Yuchen three times quickly.
Strange to say, Pan Yuchen, who was still screaming, was frozen in such a twisted posture. It was really magical!
"It's done!" I was so excited that I almost jumped up.
Fang Yunhe also looked at me with admiration: "Master is indeed a master, he succeeded in one try!"
He said that he had taught his stupid apprentice before, and he had to teach him several times before he succeeded.
I asked him to stop teasing me: "He is a stupid apprentice, and if you still accept him, then don't you become a stupid master?"
I told him that this practice and cultivation are based on wisdom. It is normal for some people to accept it quickly and others to accept it slowly.
"You're right, but someone like you who can succeed in one try is really talented." Fang Yunhe couldn't help but praise, looking at me with a different color.
I felt uncomfortable with this look, so I interrupted: "Come on, stop exchanging business favors here, let's get down to business first."
Fang Yunhe quickly put away the emotions in his eyes, honestly asked people to blow and beat him, and started the funeral process.
After Pan Yuchen was immobilized, things became much easier to handle.
But Pan Mingjie was more worried: "Master Wen, is my daughter okay?"
I reassured him that it was a body-holding technique and it would be resolved automatically after a while.
Pan Mingjie was greatly amazed. It was also the first time for him to see such an awesome body-holding technique, and he became more and more convinced of us: "Then... I'll leave everything to you two!"
Tile tiles are thrown down, coffins are lifted up, the dead are buried, the living are shunned...
The funeral procession was very long and the cries were loud. Who would have thought that they were all invited extras? It looks quite stylish.
According to the original plan, we walked towards the tomb hill we were looking for. As soon as we got up the hill, I noticed something was wrong.
Our suona was playing in front of us. For some reason, I always felt that there was a faint sound of suona from behind, as if it was coming from a very far away place and was following us all the way.
"Fang Yunhe, did you hear that?" I asked him in a low voice.
"What did you hear?" He turned to look at me in confusion.
I glanced vaguely at the dark behind me, always feeling that there was something terrible hidden in the darkness.
"I...I heard a suona sound, following us."
Fang Yunhe's face turned pale, and he raised his ears and listened behind him. After listening for a long time, he said with a pale face: "What's the suona sound? Are you hallucinating it?"
Can I not know if it is an auditory hallucination?
To prove that what I said was true, I called Pan Mingjie softly: "Mr. Pan, did you hear any other sounds behind me?"
Pan Mingjie was already scared and needed the driver's support to move forward. After hearing what I said, his face turned pale with fear and his legs seemed to be nailed to the spot: "What's that noise? Little Master, don't scare me, old man."
I saw that they were scared to death, but no one heard the sound of the suona behind them. In addition to fear, they were more confused.
No one else can hear it, only me. Is it really my problem?
I fell into deep self-doubt. At this time, it suddenly became cold around me, and a voice darker and deeper than the night gently brushed my earlobe.
"You heard right, there is indeed something following you."
Jiang Lanyue appeared directly in front of me. The knife in his hand was not in the scabbard, but was held warily in his hand.
I subconsciously moved closer to him. Only by his side can I find the so-called sense of security.
"Jiang Daxian, what's going on?" I asked quietly.
"What's going on? I believe you will know soon..."
The night wind lifted the hem of Jiang Lanyue's clothes and rubbed the shiny black scimitar. The faint smell of blood filled the air, which made me shudder...
Soon, we arrived at the burial site.
Light incense and candles, throw a few pieces of burning paper money and yellow charms into the pit dug in advance, and finally put the coffin into the burial.
Holding a stick of incense in my hand, I gathered around the edge of the pit clockwise and sang the lyrics: "Today there is a good girl Pan Yuchen, who repays her parents for their kindness in giving birth and raising children. She sacrifices her life to die in the earth to relieve all evils. Her filial piety is so pure that she touches heaven and earth..."
I compiled this lyrics. The incantations and chanting of our folk teachings have their own system, which is different from Taoist rituals and not as rigorous as Taoist incantations.
Maybe it’s because the people who were engaged in folk legal teaching in the past didn’t have a high level of education!
In particular, the goddesses who look at rice, look at incense, burn eggs, and cast poison are all women in the mountains and villages. Let alone reading and writing, if they can explain these things clearly and compile them into lyrics, they are already several times ahead of ordinary people. Street.
Even some of the lyrics are just like talking words, but as long as you can explain things clearly so that ghosts and gods can understand them, it's OK.
When it comes to my generation, it has been somewhat organized, the lyrics match the music, and it is somewhat catchy. All in all, it can be considered an improvement.
After finishing reading, a gust of evil wind blew up, and the candles on the ground swayed crazily. Fang Yunhe asked Pan Mingjie to step forward quickly and wipe his blood on the coffin.
After shouting twice, Pan Mingjie didn't respond. I was relatively close to him, so I walked over and pushed him, only to find that his body was motionless, as if a wooden stake was nailed to the ground.
"Mr. Pan..." I raised my head and met a sinister face.
Pan Mingjie's eyelids trembled frequently, with almost only the whites remaining on his eyes. His mouth was bent upward in an impossible position, as if there were two invisible wires pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"I'll go..." I was so frightened that my stomach tightened and I threw a handful of rice on it.
