At 4:01, I carried my bag and arrived at Bao Yuqin’s yard.
The big crested rooster was placed on the ground with its feet tied and millet, and nine strong men from the village stood aside.
He Qiangbing was still squatting in the corner, but he washed himself clean and changed his clothes.
When the people in the village heard that I was going to set up an altar to treat He Qiang's soldiers, they all wanted to watch the fun, but Tao Danian scolded them and turned them away. However, Tao Danian himself did not leave, and was watching with his coat on.
I said to Bao Yuqin and He Fangbing who was following her: "Yesterday the Public Security Bureau caught Mr. Wang, and the rats he raised with human flesh died cleanly. Those who were pestering He Qiangbing lost their confidence." , having been stared at by the cat for so long, it has become weak and easy to drive away. You two can watch from the side for a while, but no matter what you see, be sure not to make a sound."
Bao Yuqin hurriedly agreed and gave He Fangbing a hand.
He Fangbing said nothing.
I didn't care about this with her, and turned to the nine people who were helping me and said: "Today I am going to use your masculinity and popularity to suppress the thing that has pestered He Qiangbing. This thing is quite dangerous, and we cannot let it escape. , please stand three at each door and window for a while, with your backs to the room, no matter what you hear or feel, you must not look back."
After all the arrangements were made, I asked Bao Yuqin to move a table and place it against the south wall. I took out a hand-painted portrait of Taiyi, the Lord of Suffering, from the bag and hung it on the wall. Then I took the incense burner and red candle and put it on the table to put incense. Light candles and place the Eight Immortals tributes and four-color wine prepared by Bao Yuqin.
Once all the preparations have been made, including writing oaths, reciting the mantra to purify the heart and mouth, reciting the mantra to purify the heaven and earth, drink half of each cup of four-color wine and leave the other half, the altar is considered finished.
After setting up the altar, I grabbed the big rooster and wiped its neck, poured the chicken blood on the millet, then took out a piece of paper charm to shake and burn it to ashes, sprinkled it in together, stirred evenly, then held the bowl in one hand and cooked it, and the other hand He grabbed millet and threw it at He Qiangbing.
He Qiangbing was hit so hard that he curled up in a ball and kept squeaking and screaming. After a few screams, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a puddle of water, and then he fell limply to the ground.
I immediately shouted, "Where can the evil beast escape?", grabbed the half-glass of wine left on the table, and threw it into the air.
When I sprinkled it, I deliberately sprinkled more on the hanging cat painting.
After a while, a mouse appeared on the painting, with its legs in the air and being trampled by the black cat. There was blood flowing from the corner of its mouth. It was obvious that it would not survive.
Seeing this scene, Bao Yuqin was so frightened that she covered her mouth, and He Fangbing also looked uncertain.
The effect is achieved!
In fact, there is no need to be so fancy and troublesome to solve the collision for He Qiangbing.
These are for outsiders to see.
Only when the magical treatment is magical can people take the initiative to spread the word.
The most important point in treating external diseases is to use both techniques, treat the disease with techniques, and show the power of techniques.
Only by never forgetting to show off your skills can you be respected and trusted.
Even if He Qiangbing failed to find the footing for the pillar, he still had to take the opportunity to show off his magical powers.
Once the mouse appears in the painting, the practice is complete.
I deliberately stopped for a while to let the nine villagers who were helping the town see the scene in the painting.
This naturally caused a low exclamation.
The eyes he looked at me became more and more awe-inspiring.
I then took off the cat painting and handed it to Bao Yuqin, "Put the painting in the pit and burn it."
Bao Yuqin was a little afraid and didn't dare to answer, and asked: "If the painting is burned, isn't the cat immortal gone?"
"It's just a painting to ward off evil spirits. It's not a fairy. If you don't burn it, let this mouse escape. Don't regret it in the future."
After hearing what I said, Bao Yuqin hurriedly took the painting to burn.
As soon as the painting over there was burned, He Qiangbing, who was squatting on the ground and didn't move, jumped up with an ouch, hugged his arms and shouted: "I'm freezing to death. Hey, what are you doing around me!"
"Okay, great!"
"Mr. Xiao Zhou is amazing!"
"so amazing."
"Xiao Bingzi, you are really lucky. If it weren't for Mr. Xiao Zhou, you would have died."
Everyone pointed happily at the shirtless He Qiangbing.
It was He Fangbing, his biological sister, who went up to put clothes on him.
After the things were done, I didn't stay too long, packed up my things, and returned to my small courtyard.
When it was dark and dinner was coming, the person who came to deliver the meal was not Bao Yuqin but He Fangbing. His eyes were red and he looked like he had just cried a lot.
I didn’t ask too many questions and just focused on eating.
Braised pork with pickled vegetables, braised fish with green onions, stir-fried bacon with vegetable moss and a portion of pork ribs and lotus root soup.
I had a great appetite and ate up all the vegetables, rice and soup.
He Fangbing sat and watched honestly. After I finished eating, he put away the dishes but did not leave immediately. He poured me a cup of tea and said, "My mother just told me about my father, thank you Mr. Zhou. I was wrong during the day, I’m sorry.”
I held the teacup, reminiscing about the food, and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. In our line of work, being misunderstood is common. After all, there are more liars than real people in the world. However, don't be so reckless in the future. I don't care about this. No." It means that others don't care. If you meet someone who is petty and secretly mischief, they may deceive you for the rest of your life and you won't even know what happened."
He Fangbing nodded silently, hesitated, and asked, "Mr. Zhou, are there really ghosts in this world?"
I smiled and said, "There are no ghosts. There is no basis for treating diseases in my profession. But I have never seen a real ghost in reality."
He Fangbing responded quickly, "What about the dream? My mother said she dreamed that my father came back to find her. Can you let me see him in the dream?"
I waved my hand and said: "I'm just Mr. Yinmai who treats living people. I don't understand the affairs of dead people and I don't have the ability. But after death, we are not on the same side as living people. Yin and Yang are divided into two sides. Some things are as you imagine. It's not the same. It's better to miss each other than to see each other. Not seeing each other is good for you and your father."
He Fangbing didn't mention the matter again, picked up his things and left silently.
I didn't take it to heart, so I finished my evening lessons step by step. Then I went back to the bedroom. When I saw that the incense in the incense burner had burned out, I took out the two tightly wrapped little puppets.
Those with short hair stuck on them were soaked in a small fire, sealed in cans, and buried in the ground at the foot of the bed.
Those with long hair stuck on them had to be brushed with clean water a few times, then tied with hemp rope and hung in the closet.
This is also a spirit-pressing technique, much the same as the disposal of ashes.
Those two hairs were all prepared by me a long time ago. The short one belongs to Xiaowu at the station, and the long one belongs to Yan Xiaomei, the head girl.
After finishing everything, I lay down on the bed with my clothes on, closed my eyes and fell asleep.
At midnight, I heard two soft rustling sounds outside the door. I immediately opened my eyes and turned over to sit up.
"Now that you're here, come in and talk."
A hoarse old voice sounded outside the door.
"If you don't know the Immortal family, you won't enter the Lingtai gate. We worship the Bodhisattva Send-off Bodhisattva and won't step foot on your Ge family door. We are all old colleagues. Let's invite Five-Finger Heaven. They all have such arrogant eyes. Why bother to block our wind riser?" ?”
