Lin Xuelin and I were in despair, and our faces were extremely ugly.
If Coffin Yang didn't know, wouldn't we both become meat on the chopping board?
Let others slaughter you!
Coffin Yang looked at our desperate faces and laughed out loud.
"You two guys are really cowards. It's not difficult to crack the Soul Pressing Technique. In other words, it's not difficult to crack the Lu Ban Technique. If you know one, you can know them all."
I suddenly smiled and asked: "Master, please teach me! How can I learn how to break all Lu Ban's magic?"
Coffin Yang took a sip of his wine and said, "You can't teach it. You have to understand it yourself. Luban has thousands of tricks. I can only teach you one or two ways to crack them. In other words, to crack the spells, you have to learn to draw inferences from one example and take your time." , you still have a long way to go..."
When I heard it, I suddenly felt weak.
What Coffin Yang said is indeed reasonable. There are thousands of Taoisms, and Luban Shu has been developed for thousands of years. There are not only 10,000 but also 8,000 techniques evolved.
It is almost impossible to memorize the methods of cracking these spells.
When evil masters cast spells, they will not follow the spells in the book exactly, but there will be some changes. If you change them a little, it will be difficult to crack them.
After the big meal, Coffin Yang took us to a hotel, went upstairs and entered the room.
Coffin Yang took out a few small bags from the cabinet, not big, only the size of a purse.
What's inside is whole grains.
Coffin Yang grabbed some grains separately and mixed them together. Then he took out the medicine-pounding tool and gave it to me, asking me to pound all the grains into powder.
This is also relatively simple. In less than ten minutes, I turned the millet inside into dust.
Coffin Yang poured the grain flour onto a piece of yellow paper, then muttered a spell.
It seemed that what he was speaking was not Mandarin, but ancient Chinese, a language from the pre-Qin period.
The language has not always remained unchanged, and dialects can still be understood in the north. Although there are frequent wars in the north, there are fewer mountains.
Due to the large number of mountains in the southern region, it is said that the pronunciation is different for every ten miles, which is understandable.
In the past five thousand years, there have been several large-scale immigrations, such as the Five Husties Rebellion, the Jingkang Incident, etc.
War in the north caused people to seek refuge in the south. Since they did not arrive at the same time, the dialect would change.
I barely understand the dialects of the pre-Qin period, but as a Taoist practitioner, I can still understand some of them.
Coffin Yang chanted for a long time, about ten minutes before he stopped.
Then I pointed to the cabinet, and I opened the bedside table knowingly. In the cabinet, there was a red Panlong candle.
After I took it out, Coffin Yang put the yellow paper containing grain flour on the table and lit the red candle with a lighter.
The red firelight was beating, and the candle burned slowly, with a little wax.
Coffin Yang dropped wax oil on the grain flour, and at this moment, a magical scene happened.
The grain powder actually emitted bursts of smoke, just like burning incense.
Coffin Yang saw smoke coming from the dust. He put down the candle in his hand and asked us to stretch out our fingers and drop the blood from our middle fingers on the dust.
Naturally, Lin Xueling and I couldn't have any hesitation. We bit our fingertips and blood dripped from them.
With the addition of blood, the dust slowly turned bright red.
Seeing this, Coffin Yang carefully picked up the dust and put it into a small bottle.
"Master, has the spell on us been broken?"
I asked worriedly.
Coffin Yang shook his head: "No, there is still one last step to go. You go to the front desk to get a room. You want a room with a double bathtub. Do you understand?"
"Ah! Bathtub?"
I immediately realized that this was going to... let's take a mandarin duck bath together!
At the same time, as Coffin Yang's personal apprentice, I also know a few of his intentions. Don't you just think that I am too cowardly and take this opportunity to let me take down Lin Xueling completely?
well! It was my master who wanted to get rid of my dandruff because I wanted to be single and not be a bachelor.
I followed Lin Xueling's instructions and opened two more rooms. After settling in Hu Nianwei, Lin Xueling and I took the bottle of medicinal powder and walked into the room.
This is a couple's room. The room is not small and the decoration is very emotional.
A large round bathtub is placed in the room.
Lin Xueling pursed her red lips, looking very shy. Seeing me looking at her, she glared at me.
"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Why don't you take off your clothes quickly?"
"Didn't I test the water temperature? It's a bit hot."
Lin Xueling adjusted the temperature, but when I tested it with my hands... what's the difference between this and boiling water?
I only put it in for a second or two, and my skin was already burning red. If I went in, it would be like killing a pig during the Chinese New Year, and my hair would be burned off?
I adjusted the water temperature to about 30 degrees before it felt hot.
He and Lin Xueling entered the bathtub together, then opened the bottle containing the medicinal powder, opened the cap, and poured the red dust inside into the water.
The red powder floated on the water, making small bubbles. After a few seconds, the powder melted into the water...
After three hours, my feet became weak and I walked out of the bathtub tremblingly.
Coffin Yang is worthy of being my own master. He was afraid that I would be cowardly, so he even... added some ingredients, but that ingredient only had an effect on Lin Xueling, not me at all...
In order to feed Lin Xueling, my old waist was almost exhausted for two sessions.
"Honey, you are in great health. Do you want to come here again?"
Lin Xueling hugged me tightly, her voice was cooing, and her eyes were ambiguous.
"I, I refuse..."
I really wanted to cry without tears, and finally realized the sadness of a middle-aged man.
A woman is as fierce as a tiger when she is thirty, Lin Xueling is as fierce as a tiger when she is just twenty, and when I am thirty...
What a terrifying future, I can’t imagine it…
I endured the pain in my back and got dressed. Then I didn't dare to stay in the same room with Lin Xueling, so I left the room one step ahead.
But as soon as I entered the corridor, I saw Coffin Yang leaning against the wall of the corridor, as if waiting for me to come out.
When Coffin Yang saw me coming out, he approached me and asked me quietly.
"Apprentice, how about the ingredients that master added to you? Are they strong enough? Have you taken them out?"
"Um..."
I looked at him very speechlessly.
"Straighten your waist, why is your child so hunched over?"
Coffin Yang slapped me on the waist, which almost caused me to cry out because of the pain.
I thought to myself, is it my fault for stepping on a horse?
It's not the material you gave me, it's too strong.
Three hours, do you know how I spent these three hours?
Seeing that I was silent, Coffin Yang touched his beard and asked in his eyes: "Apprentice, are you a fool?"
I was stunned for a moment, and then immediately refuted his nonsense.
"Ah? Who's weak? I'm strong."
"Oh, I wanted to give you some of the elixir secretly prepared by Master, but it seems that Master has thought too much about it."
"Don't mention it! As a disciple of Master, you must try the elixir for Master. This is your duty as a disciple!"
Finally... I got some big tonic pill secretly made by Coffin Yang.
I heard that the medicine is very effective. Even people who can't get hard at ordinary times can do it again after taking it.
That night, I let Lin Xueling scream happily for half the night.
Xiaoye has regained his glory again!
