A few days ago, when Zhang Jiugua was buried, Blind Man Chen deliberately taught me how to open the yin path and told me to listen carefully to every word he said in the future.
At that time, I also met a woman on the Yin Road.
Blind Chen gave her a head-on blow!
He didn't teach me the details of how to use the mourning stick.
I figured out that he was probably going to take me in slowly.
Whether it was opening a vagina or fighting ghosts, he never taught me directly.
The details shown by Mrs. He at this moment made me immediately think of Blind Man Chen!
Mrs. He raised her eyelids slightly and replied calmly: "I taught one, but he was born blind. He could barely see images clearly, but he couldn't learn anything more. It's better because he has a tough life, and he is somewhat bright."
"Bringing incense bowls, ghosts coming to worship, the most important thing is to have a hard life, and the second thing is to be able to write a funeral form. He knows everything he should know. He even raised a wolf mastiff that I think is fierce, but those eyes have become his biggest obstacles."
"Being able to barely see a person's shadow moving is two different things than being able to write out a funeral list. Even if he memorizes all the horoscopes by dictation, it won't help."
My heart was pounding. Sure enough, Blind Chen was actually Mrs. He's apprentice!
At the same time, I have more desires and expectations in my heart. Being able to teach a person like Blind Chen, Mrs. He must not be underestimated.
It's just her words. Those eyes became his biggest obstacle.
If Blind Chen hadn't been so blind, I'm afraid his fate would have been different.
"Don't be in a daze. If you are distracted like this, the old widower can kill you several times with just a few clicks." With a soft pop, Mrs. He's mourning stick hit my chest.
hiss!
I gasped in pain and came to my senses instantly.
Abandoning all the distracting thoughts in my mind, I took out the wail stick from my waist, lowered my head and stared at the stick body. According to what Mrs. He said, I spread my fingers out, and the distance was about three inches.
After I tightened my grip, I didn't know why, but even though the white silk was almost burned, some of it was still wrapped around my fingers.
A feeling of stability and solidity arose in my heart.
The next moment, I exerted strength in my forearm and flicked my wrist forward!
As a result, his wrist suddenly became sore, and the entire mourning stick was thrown directly!
With a bang, it just hit the door frame of the woodshed and got stuck in the gap.
Liu Wensan was just about to drag the lightning strike wood willow tree in, and stood under the door frame.
He looked up and then looked back at me. Sweat broke out on his bare head.
"Cai'er, just sleep in the room! The yard is very dangerous. Don't come out and cause trouble to Shiliu first!" He pulled his neck and shouted.
With a crash, he dragged Liumu into the woodshed.
Although only a small part of the trunk was inside, he still managed to close half of the door, clearly trying to cut off the trunk inside the house.
"This lightning strikes the wood to ward off evil spirits and suppress evil spirits. It also frightens people. If you hit Liu Wensan, I would be happy to make Cai'er a widow." After Mrs. He finished speaking, she went to the main room and closed the door.
I hurried to the door of the woodshed, pulled down the mourning stick, and started to repeat the exercises just now.
This time I was much more careful and held my fingers tighter.
But when he swung it out, it still came out.
It seemed that Blind Chen was easy to use, and Mrs. He hit it casually. Unexpectedly, it was actually so difficult...
I repeated the exercise hundreds of times, and my wrists were already so sore that I found some reasons.
When he threw it out at that moment, the light mourning stick suddenly seemed to be much heavier. This sudden change required more strength in time to hold it.
And there is a bit of tingling sensation in the palm of the hand, like static electricity.
I guess it's because of the lightning striking the wood, but it may not be the case with other mourning sticks.
But I could barely let go of the stick, but I just hit it without much force.
It was dusk in the blink of an eye, and the setting sun in the sky was like blood.
The sound of parking came from outside the yard.
When I stopped what I was doing, Feng Qu hurriedly walked in from the courtyard gate, carrying a small wooden box in his hand.
"Mr. Luo!" Feng Qu said hello to me with a somewhat happy face.
Feng Qu was gone for two days, and I thought there was some other trouble.
The situation is urgent, and I can no longer think about the imitation compass. I can't place too much hope on temporary measures.
However, his joy made me have two expectations.
Feng Qu walked straight to the wooden table in the courtyard and placed the small wooden box on the table.
"It took two days, I hope nothing happened." Feng Qu opened the wooden box.
Under the setting sun, the wooden box was covered with a layer of red cloth, and lying on it was a copper compass that was almost the same size as the fixed compass.
Its workmanship is far less rounded than that of the fixed compass, but the first layer of the innate Bagua disk, the second layer of the Earth Mother's nine-dimensional hexagram disk, and the third layer of the twenty-four-day astrolabe are all accurately engraved on it.
The golden needle in the middle of the sky disk also points steadily to the south!
I asked Feng Qu to find someone. I wanted to try my luck. I also wanted to find someone. At worst, I could try to carve seals myself.
Unexpectedly, Feng Qu actually brought back a carved imitation compass!
I held back my heartbeat and took out the imitation compass. It felt a bit cold in my hand, and the pointer swayed.
However, it moves very stiffly and is far less accurate than a fixed compass. The more important reason is that there are only three layers of Feng Shui on it.
"How is it, Mr. Luo, is it useful?" Feng Qu also became nervous and asked me.
I smiled: "You won't know until you use it whether it's useful or not. Feng Qu, you have helped me a lot."
A smile appeared on Feng Qu's face: "Mr. Luo, if there is anything else you can use me for, just ask." The cold stimulation eased the pain in my wrist a little.
After hesitating for a moment, I said: "Go to the village to find a chicken that is more than six years old and come back as soon as possible." Feng Qu hurriedly left the yard.
At this moment the door of the main room opened.
Mrs. He walked out and said calmly: "It will take you an entire afternoon to barely be able to hold the wail stick tightly. You still have to practice hard."
I felt a little embarrassed, nodded and said, "I will make up for my shortcomings with diligence."
Mrs. He looked at my hand and suddenly said: "There are still chickens in the compass that are more than six years old? It seems that you don't know Mr. Yin Shu's methods at all. I saw him use chicken tail feathers to break the green corpses of mother and child. , and the blood evil mother and child corpses, can this technique also deal with other corpse evils?"
I felt a chill in my heart. I had heard the word green corpse more than once.
A corpse that can only be transformed by a blood evil spirit can be imagined to be terrifying. I didn't expect grandpa to be able to break it, and he used a killing technique!
After hesitating for a while, I answered: "I don't know if it's useful, but my grandma taught me to be flexible and adaptable. There are also instructions in the book. You have to know how to adapt. Killing techniques can kill both mother and child, so they may not be incapable of killing them." For other evil spirits, I have few means, so I can only give it a try."
Mrs. He didn't say much else as she walked down the steps. She just warned me that she had heard of this technique, which can shorten your life span. Unless absolutely necessary, it's best not to use it.
I paused for a moment, then smiled and said, if it is really useful, I will definitely kill the fool of the Wang family at all costs.
My mother has been with me for more than 20 years, and she is already very pitiful.
The fool from the Wang family still plotted against her every day, and he even killed my father and innocent people in the village. Even if I lose a few years of my life, I am willing to send him to pieces!
Putting the imitation compass in my pocket, I continued to practice hitting the head.
Mrs. He walked to the door of the courtyard, the bell on her body jingled.
Suddenly she said: "If the pig has no head, the old widower will definitely come to give it to him, and he will kill someone when he gives it to him. This is his usual style."
"It's best not to let your mother come out. They used dog blood and mixed it with talisman. If you hadn't pushed her away, she would have been hit. It's not easy for a mother to have so many maternal qualities. It's too easy to break. What a pity.”
My body was shaken. Sure enough, the dog blood and cloth were quite harmful. After a moment of hesitation, I promised Mrs. He that I would try not to let my mother come out.
But I couldn't communicate with her in advance, so I had to try my luck.
Mrs. He looked back at me and said, "Since you agree, this matter is not difficult. Write a dead letter and use my old woman's methods, and she will know."
I was so happy that I immediately asked Mrs. He what I should do!
