As expected, he is still here, staying still for half the night. Is this going to give me an early morning surprise? I couldn't think too much at the moment, because he was less than half a meter away from me. I raised my left hand and waved to hit him.
When his palm fell, the little boy turned to look at me, his face still as expressionless as before. But the originally empty eyes seemed a little urgent at this moment. It didn't seem to want to dodge, and that kind of eyes even seemed to be eager for me to strike with my palm.
I can be considered a cheap person. He was obviously about to hit, but he hesitated at this moment. This hesitation made him stop involuntarily. I hung my hand in the air and stared at the little boy's ghost so close. It also looked at me motionless. After a few seconds, it seemed to shed tears.
Master once told me that sometimes ghosts can cry and laugh, but most of them are just for show, and there is no emotion involved. For example, if someone hears a female ghost crying, it is actually just a way to attract attention. It is not that she is actually crying. At most, it may be because her death is due to some kind of sadness that she has to cry. The same goes for laughter. But the little boy in front of me, although he seemed to be crying, but I looked carefully and found that the tears were not real tears, but just the appearance of crying.
In other words, the crying little boy I see in front of me at this moment expresses a state of crying and allows me to see it.
I think the scene at that time must have been very strange. A living person and a crying ghost looked at each other. No one was embarrassing the other, they just sat on the bed together in silence. The little boy "cryed" for a while longer, then stretched out his hand toward my bag, palm down, and bent his wrist a few times. It seemed to be calling something over, and then it looked at me again. Although I am not completely wary of him at the moment, my hostility has indeed subsided a lot because of these few dozen seconds of peace. I think he wanted me to give him the bag.
This brat, the bag is in front of you, relatively close to you, why do you need me to get it? But I still picked up the bag and handed it to it tentatively. He didn't answer it, but pointed at my bag again, so I started to take out the things in the bag one by one. I first took out the magic weapons that can hurt ghosts, so as to scare this little ghost. Every time I took out Same thing, I just watched its reaction, fearing that something would happen to it. After taking more than a dozen of them, I touched something with my hand, and instantly I seemed to understand something.
That was the silver Ruyi lock that I put in my bag the day before and took from the widow. This lock belonged to the little boy during his lifetime.
Children aged seven or eight already know very little. In addition, it has been dead for many years and has become a nameless and lonely ghost. It must have experienced some hardships to exist to this day. It stands to reason that such a dead soul should have forgotten who it is and become a pure dead soul. , but obviously, it still remembers something, at least it remembers this silver lock, and it knows that this is its thing.
Originally, I asked the widow for this silver lock, as a medium to communicate with the child, so that I could keep it as my soldier in front of the altar. Now that I have found the rightful owner, I asked it softly, do you want to get your own things back? After I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that there was a communication barrier between me and it. So I put Silver Lock in front of its crouching feet, gestured to it not to move, then grabbed my water bowl, rushed to the kitchen, and scooped out a bowl of water.
The ghost of this little boy is not aggressive yet, and I can see it clearly, which saves me the time of doing the water round light technique. Instead, I just throw the rice and ask for the rice. In this way, the bowl of water in front of me and the These grains of rice became the medium of communication between me and the little boy, and we began to have some simple questions and answers.
I asked it if it wanted its stuff back and it said yes. I asked it if your father's dead soul had to take revenge, and it said yes. I also asked it if it would be my soldier, and let me worship it to eliminate its years of hostility, practice its own blessings, and be reborn as soon as possible. It was silent for a moment, then said yes.
All these questions and answers are completed between the ups and downs of rice grains. During this period, Tian Deping came to the door of the room and called me once, but from his perspective, he could only see me squatting on the bed with my back to the door. I told him to leave it alone and go back to my wife and children. I hope he wouldn’t think so when he saw me. I'm doing something weird.
I told the little boy that after you follow me and I resolve the matter here, I will fulfill my promise and bury your belongings together with your body. If you want to let it go at this moment, go to my wooden man. After asking, I placed the small wooden figure next to the bowl.
It's time for it to make its own choice. In the past, when collecting soldiers and horses, not everyone was so gentle. Some were even forcibly captured by me. Just like the Kuomintang reactionaries used to capture strong men, no matter whether they are willing or not, now they have to follow. I leave. I have always believed that every time I collect one more soldier and horse, I eliminate a part of the hostility in the world and block the possibility of someone doing evil and causing trouble. The little boy looked at the little wooden man for a long time, then lowered his head and buried it between his knees. Then his body gradually began to appear in ripples. It looked like the picture was distorted by the heat radiating from the ground in the scorching summer. Then it slowly becomes lighter and more transparent until it disappears. Then the wooden support tree trembled slightly, and I knew that the child's ghost had followed me.
I breathed a long sigh of relief. I couldn't help but sigh too much at the moment. I just felt that half of a big problem had been solved at this moment. So I packed up the things on the bed and put the tools I had just vacated back into my bag, but I kept the silver lock in my pants.
I walked to the others with my bag on my shoulder. Tian Deping asked me why I stayed in the room for so long. I didn't answer him. I just smiled slightly and tried to comfort everyone with my smile, but found that my smile was a bit fake. I started to set up the formation in the room where everyone was staying. I put spells on the doors, windows and every wall. I lit a few sticks of incense so that everyone could hold one in their hands, and then called out my rampant soldiers. , guarding the house. There were incense offered as a bargaining chip for the rampant soldiers in exchange for protection. I walked to the door of the main room, mixed incense ashes with rice, and set up a formation on the ground.
This formation had been used at Old Man Wang's funeral before, but at that time it was drawn with Void's fingers, but now it was made of rice cloth. However, when I was writing the last stroke of the curse word "鸸" in the book, I stopped and left the last stroke blank without finishing it.
Go back to the house and draw a five-thunder talisman. This can summon thunder and fire from the sky. It is the last resort that you have to use when facing evil spirits and you have nothing to do. I held the talisman between the index and middle fingers of my left hand, took the Five Thunder Order in my right hand, and told everyone not to open the door themselves no matter what noise they heard. Then I closed the door and walked to the middle of the main room.
I arranged the rice array at the entrance of the gate, which means that as long as something steps in, it will be trapped in my rice array. And I deliberately left the last stroke unpainted because if it were painted, the ghost would not be able to step in. I had to leave an entrance for it. This is called "please enter the urn".
Then I walked to the door, took a deep breath, and calmed myself down. The sound of banging on the door was still heard outside. I knew that the ghost of the landlord was outside the door at this moment, so I moved toward the door. Wan spit on the talisman he had drawn, and then quickly wiped it with his sleeve to spend it. Then I kicked open the door bolt. The moment the door bolt fell, the door was hit by a violent collision. Open, a strong wind blew in front of me, and even my ears buzzed. I knew it was coming in!
Since I was standing within the meter array myself, from the moment the door was opened, I experienced a large area of tingling sensation on my face, neck, and hands, which was exposed to the sun. This feeling was very much like being exposed to the sun. The feeling of suddenly having salt water on your skin after being in the sun for a long time. I withstood the pain because I knew it was unreal. I was not hurt, but the ghost gave me the feeling that I was hurt. I stretched out my right hand and wrote the word "鸸" with the Five Thunder Order as a pen. The final touch of the array is completed.
After a strange roar came from my ears, I pushed my feet hard and jumped out sideways. The right side of my body fell heavily to the ground. However, because I was prepared, I was not injured, but the force of the landing was relatively strong. It just makes me feel a little nauseous. I immediately got up and pressed the talisman in my left hand to the ground with the Five Thunder Order. When I leaned over, I saw the rice grains in the rice array vibrating slightly due to the ghost's struggle to be restrained.
As the saying goes, kill to kill. It means that when you decide to do something, the goal and the result already exist. What is being executed is just a process, but you cannot hesitate at all, because this will cause unexpected changes, and no one can tell whether the result will be good or bad. So I didn't dare to hesitate this time. After all, I suffered a lot from this ghost. I stood up, held the Mine Technique with both hands, because the Mine Technique was relatively simple, and read loudly:
"Summon the thunder generals, summon the thunder soldiers, raise the thunder drums, and defeat the thunder spirits! Lead the heaven generals, lead the heaven soldiers, send out the heaven drums, and raise the stars! The flying gold spirits hold the fire wheels, spread the sundae, and kill the goblins! I groaned and took five pictures Thunder moves quickly! Hurry like a law!"
Because I was too nervous and it was my first time to use the Five Thunder Mantra in actual combat, I made several ecstasy sounds during the recitation process. But as the spell ended, the ghost of the landlord who had not yet appeared in the rice array let out a painful scream, and then blue and white tiny electric sparks appeared on the ground within the range of the meter array.
Then everything suddenly became quiet, and I could only hear my own breathing and my rapid heartbeat.
