"This is for you." Huang Bengui took out a cloth bag from his arms: "Here are my ID card and household registration book."
"You can use it when you get me a death certificate."
The words sounded light and indifferent in his mouth, as if he was talking about something completely unrelated.
Thinking about it, this is also a strange deal. I begged him to turn me into a mourning door god, and he begged me to prepare for his death.
But things in the world are so magical. It sounds weird, but it happens to be very reasonable.
"Go find a big basin and soak this in it."
Huang Bengui threw a plastic bag towards me, which immediately contained mugwort leaves and mint.
I smiled bitterly and said, "I am clear about this matter. Please take a break. When you are ready, I will come out and call you."
Before all spells begin, one must take a bath, change clothes, and burn incense to purify the body.
These two kinds of grass are used for bathing.
Soon, I washed myself clean, put on a set of clean clothes, and slowly knelt down towards the moonlight.
Huang Bengui held a brush in one hand and wrote dense words on the yellow paper neatly.
At first, I was a little skeptical of him, but now I am completely convinced.
The thing he wrote is called a form of writing.
The content is not complicated, but the words are difficult to write.
This word is quite particular. Each word must contain a talisman, and each talisman must have a talisman bold, and it can only be written in one stroke.
There are 108 characters in total, corresponding to 108 stars. When the writing is finished, the 108 characters must be connected to form a complete character.
For an ordinary Taoist priest, if he could draw a talisman with one stroke, he was already considered to be pretty good.
Huang Bengui's writing is coherent and never breaks, and his solid skills can be seen in his smooth movements.
This is the reason why it is said that the Qi Master is a profession that requires talent. This set of skills cannot be acquired through hard work.
Soon, a complete form was completed amidst his coughing.
He looked back at me and said, "You can still regret it now."
"After a while, there is really no turning back for you."
In this regard, I can only smile a few times, as if I can still look back.
Seeing me nodding in silence, Huang Bengui stopped asking questions, lit up the fragrance, and muttered something.
The yellow paper on the table spontaneously ignited without any wind. Three sticks of fragrance seemed to be placed under the exhaust fan, burning to the bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Huang Bengui began to cough violently, and every sound was bloodshot.
After a while, he regained his breath and said, "Xingjun is willing to accept a disciple, but it depends on whether you are tough or not."
I understand the rules and I know what to do.
In fact, being in the immortal class does not mean everything will be fine. Righteous gods also need to accumulate merit.
Every year during the off-year period, it is the time for the seventy-two meritorious officials to take turns.
At the spring equinox, summer solstice, autumnal equinox, and winter solstice, the stars begin to rotate.
It is precisely because of this that most Taoist gatherings are held at this time.
Righteous gods need merit because they have to ascend to the thirty-third heaven, so upright gods will never lose their temper over issues of worship.
Those so-called sacrifices to the river god are mostly mountain spirits who cheat people into eating and drinking.
Having said that, being able to be a disciple of a righteous god must be a great merit.
However, this is a test of horoscopes, and the second is a test of ability. Most people really can't handle it.
"Okay, let's get started."
I picked up the scissors from the table, cut off a piece of hair on my forehead, and mixed it with the blood from my fingertips.
"Lang Lang and Lu Yue, the sun is shining brightly, the light of the sky is opening, and the underworld is appearing..."
Huang Bengui recited it one after another, and I began to kowtow to my hair.
Before he finished reciting, I suddenly felt a chill on my forehead. When I looked up again, my hair, which was mixed with blood, stood up straight as if standing at attention.
At this point, I couldn't tell whether I was sad or happy.
This means that Lord Shangmen Xing has recognized me, and from now on, half of my body belongs to him.
Of course, I will also get some benefits.
The whole ceremony was not complicated. I looked up at the time and saw that it had only been 40 minutes.
"Okay."
Huang Bengui's sallow face showed a trace of satisfaction: "I've finished your matter. I hope you won't break your promise."
"Don't worry, I'll keep my word."
