a?????? It’s a little late when we return to the community? Yu Xiaoxue is still watching TV and waiting for us to come back.
I turned on the yard light, moved a bunch of pottery tools to the open space, put on gloves, and started diluting and sifting the clay.
Yu Xiaoxue and Zhao Qian gathered around. And became a curious baby? Look what I did there.
"I'll make a teapot." This was the answer I gave them. You want to make an urn? They probably ran away.
The soul urn that raises ghosts does not need to be too big. It is a flat round thing about the size of a palm. It can be made into a warm kettle. But the key point is that the pattern drawn must be accurate. It must also have rune gall bladders.
No Fu Gu. The soul jar has no effect? It cannot attract ghosts and gods.
It has been an hour since I picked and selected the clay. Yu Xiaoxue felt bored just looking at it. Only Zhao Qian knew that I risked my life to get these things. It would definitely not be as simple as just making a teapot.
I turned on the pottery wheel, put on plastic gloves, and started making prototypes. But I didn't know the speed of the turbine. As soon as I applied force with my hands, the prototype collapsed into a block.
"Is this mud smelly? Is it the mud from the fish pond?" Yu Xiaoxue asked me, pinching her nose.
"Hey." I didn't say anything. If you continue to play with the pottery making method on TV, I will tell her that it contains corpse blood, or meat pieces, which will probably scare her to faint.
Zhao Qian knows the origin of my yin soil? The smell of salted fish comes from the place where I got the soil. You didn’t know it when you went there? That’s understandable. If you don’t understand it now, you’d be a fool. There must be dead bodies buried there.
I continued to make round pots, but the result was regrettable. I failed to shape them three or four times in a row. I even started to lower my requirements. As long as I could make a shape, it was okay.
The strange result is that they can't even control their shape.
My hands are already so cold that they are shaking. Does the Yin Earth contain resentment? It trembles as if it has self-awareness? This is the reason for my failure.
"Brother Tian..."..."Why don't you let me do it. My hands are more skillful." Yu Xiaoxue said and came closer to me, staring at the scarlet red and smelly soil.
Then while I was still tinkering, I reached into my bucket of clay!
"Don't touch!" I shouted immediately. I wanted to hold her, but it was too late. Yu Xiaoxue had already reached into the soil, and her skin immediately turned white.
"It's so fun!" Yu Xiaoxue started squeezing it happily, which made me panic.
She took the clay, pushed me aside, and took my engine position to play with it.
"You guys have to be obedient? Turn me into a teapot!" Yu Xiaoxue said while using her soft onion fingers to make various poses. In just a few moments, the jar that I couldn't squeeze out just now was in her hand. It was formed automatically as if there was life!
I slapped my forehead? It seems that I definitely don’t have the talent for pottery!
"Snow? Don't you feel cold?" I saw nothing wrong with Yu Xiaoxue touching the clay. She even enjoyed it a little bit. I was curious. After all, I was wearing gloves and it felt very inappropriate.
"No? It's just cool. It's fun." Yu Xiaoxue said, taking clay and wood chaff and applying them while making. This is to prevent the finished product from cracking during baking. It can be seen that the method is very skillful.
"Have you ever played with this thing?" I asked. It seems that I can't touch these things because I have too much yin energy. Yu Xiaoxue and Zhao Qian had no problem.
"Have you ever played? The teacher taught you some before? Just played with others? Then when the adults built the house and baked the bricks, we put them in? But it's not as convenient as this." Yu Xiaoxue said.
"Oh? That's it." I understood? It seems that people do have areas where they are good and bad.
Grandma's Yin Qi is actually quite strong. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to inherit the tradition of raising ghosts. So she wants to make clay pots. She probably has to ask someone to do it for her.
"Okay? Just make a few more for me like you just did. Remember to make the lids too." Do I want to do everything myself? Is that really stupid? Since Yu Xiaoxue is smart, then let her do it. .
"I still have to bake and dry them, and then carve something on them." After plugging in the electric stove, I put the two finished clay pots in and turned on the low temperature to dry them.
Taking advantage of the baking time, I picked up the prepared white plaster doll sold on the street and tried to carve some more advanced runes on it.
As a result, several complex runes were carved. Are they all crooked? Does the brush often slip or break through directly? Even if you are lucky enough to finish one? Pick it up and take a look? Why is it like a dog bite? Can this be possible?
My heart suddenly dropped like cold water? Is it different from drawing a talisman? How clumsy my hands are!
I was so crazy that I almost smashed all these rags. In the end, Zhao Qian took one of the plaster statues in her hand. The carving knife made several beautiful sword flowers on her hand. A few gorgeous scribbles? She copied it directly. A charm I drew with sweat all over my head!
Suddenly, I burst into tears: Do you think my hands are so stupid?
How many strokes did it take? Zhao Qian finished another rune? She put the plaster figure in front of me and asked, "Qian, is it okay to draw like this?"
"Hmm? Not bad? Quite well-behaved? Although it lacks my agility? But that? Since Xiaoxue has taken over the pottery making job? I can't treat you favorably, can I? I'll leave the drawing of the charms to you? That's right. "I have to teach you a few talisman incantations. Have you memorized them well? Burn incense and paper and recite them while carving them." I nodded and praised the little girl pretending to be mature.
"Oh." Zhao Qian lowered her head and chuckled, looking at me with a very nice expression.
My face didn't turn red and my heart didn't beat. I took out my grandma's book and pointed out a few of the spells in it. Then I showed her where to draw it and taught her the spell of the talisman.
Zhao Qian recorded it carefully and started to practice with plaster figures. What makes me feel chilling is that it only took her more than ten minutes to draw quite well. Doubujiadi.
If it were just one or two spells, it would be okay. But if a bunch of spells are tied together, you know how involved and difficult they are. Although I have practiced before, it is definitely not as easy as her painting. It seems that I am definitely good at sculpting. Not as good as hers.
I don’t know how good her talisman making skills are. I’ll give her some high-level talismans to try later. Maybe she can make them like this too?
The so-called wealthy couple? Partners are a very important link. If they are interested? I would like to train both of them to become masters. As a result, I gave up the idea of making it myself and became the co-ordinator and supporter behind the scenes. And in terms of their hands-on ability, they were able to torture me to death.
The complete soul urn soon appeared in their hands. The quality was better than the one made by grandma. With the runes I picked out, it was used to support Xijun. Then there must be no problem.
Although according to the records in grandma's book, this kind of runes and production methods are considered to be at the bottom level. They are all slightly powerful ghosts. But I am very satisfied with this quality. If the conditions are sufficient in the future, maybe ghost king level souls Can they all make an urn? Of course? It’s impossible now.
When the sixth soul urn was made, the clay had been completely used up. The six prototypes were all exactly the same. I held them into the electric furnace like treasures.
Turned on the switch? Set the temperature and power-off time? I breathed a sigh of relief? If I'm lucky? One or two will be successful by tomorrow morning? After all, the success rate of the soul urn with the charm will not be too high? It involves There are so many things that arrived.
I looked at my phone. It's half past twelve? I'm going to take Zhao Qian to drive to Zhaojiazhuangzi.
"It's almost time? Are you ready? Use all the belongings that can be used? Let's go to Zhuangzi now? Tonight is the last night of the wake? I will send the old man up the mountain tomorrow." I felt my eyebrows raised involuntarily. Next? There must be some problems on the last night. Otherwise, Zhao Qian’s second uncle won’t give up because he hasn’t gotten what he wants yet.
"Huh? I understand." Zhao Qian's face was a little sad. She looked at me and didn't know what to do.
"Zhao Qian? Don't worry? If those two old men behave tonight, your brother Tian will let them dance for two more days. If they dare to do something tonight, I will kill them immediately!" Thinking of Zhao Qian yesterday Almost died in the hospital? I gritted my teeth.
"Wow? Brother Tian, you are so fierce!" Yu Xiaoxue grabbed my hand and looked at me with shining eyes.
"Humph? That goes without saying." I raised my hands and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
"Brother Tian...;...;Thank you." Zhao Qian's face turned red immediately. She looked at me with a very touched expression. She felt that this is what men should be like. So the sadness just now disappeared.
I think I'm done pretending, so I quickly climb into the car. Tell Yu Xiaoxue to sleep well at home. Don't sleep on the sofa tonight under any circumstances. If you're scared, call Han Shanshan and ask her to come over and sleep with her.
The feng shui of Zhao Qian's house is quite good. There is a fixed star compass in the safe? Ordinary evil spirits don't dare to approach it.
After all, I also have my own considerations. When it comes to measuring the terrain, it has advantages in frightening the ghosts. But if we want to fight with real swords and guns, we still need someone like Xijun. This thing is not used to drive away ghosts.
This time Zhao Qian brought her money sword, mahogany sword, and bells. A whole suitcase of things. Although she was not the one to do it, this time she would definitely not sit still and wait for death like last night.
After the car started, Zhao Qian got into the passenger seat.
I see that Beauty Zhao’s mood has stabilized and her mood has improved a lot. She feels that even if she encounters any problems tonight, she will be able to solve them step by step.
But as soon as the car drove out of the gate, Zhao Qian's phone rang. She frowned slightly: "It's dad's."
"Take a look? I should ask you when you will arrive at Zhuangzi." I saw that she was worried, so I comforted her.
"Dad? It's me." Zhao Qian nodded.
But then, Zhao Qian was silent for a while. She gradually turned pale.
Something is coming? I knew it just by looking at Zhao Qian’s expression. And Zhao Xi wouldn’t call his daughter if nothing happened. But once he did, it would undoubtedly be a big deal. Maybe ordinary people couldn’t accept it.
