"Hey! What do you want to do?" I asked.
Zhang Jiawen said with a puzzled look on his face: "What can we do? Of course we can take it back and roast it to eat? It's so fat, don't waste it!"
Cruel person! They are all ruthless people! !
Seeing the incredible expression on my face, Zhang Jiawen laughed again.
"I'm teasing you. Of course I don't eat it myself. I take it to honor my master."
"Isn't your master your father?" the little fat man asked beside him.
Then I added: "Isn't your father dead?"
Zhang Jiawen kicked me, then kicked the little fat man, and yelled: "What are you talking about? Who said my father is dead? Who said my master is my father? I learned my skills well from my father , but the master is someone else!"
Seeing that we didn't understand, Zhang Jiawen continued to explain: "The great master who took me in is nearby, in name only."
"That's your master too! Use this to honor your master, you are really a filial son!"
"What's wrong with this?"
"My great master has been impotent for many years. He can't find such a yang-rich tonic with a flashlight? I don't blame you because you don't know medical skills!"
"Then don't eat it secretly!" I added.
"Fuck you!"
The three of them laughed, and I asked Zhang Jiawen and Xiaopang to help me look after Shi Taro while paying attention to the surrounding movements. It's best not to let that Feng Shui master named Zhou cause trouble.
It was different when I had a helper. I put up the soul-calling flags without any distractions, placed the altar table next to the bridge, and started to open the altar. This was also my first time to open the altar seriously, so I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
I first placed the spiritual tablet with the words "The Wing King of the Taiping Army and His Men" on the north side of the altar table, bit the blood off my fingertips, drew a formation of the Big Dipper, and then pointed the soul-calling flag to the south of the Big Dipper.
This is the "Water and Fire Refinement" method taught to me by the Third Master, which is specially used to save those undead souls with heavy obsessions.
"Use the heart as fire and the kidneys as water. Use fire to burn away the karma of the dead soul, and use water to cleanse the sinful dirt of the dead soul. Gather the Qi of the Big Dipper and the Southern Dipper, mix them, and transform into Taiyi to save the suffering Tianzun..."
I drew a Tai Chi diagram in front of the altar, and dug two holes by myself according to the yin and yang boundaries of the Tai Chi diagram. A pit introduces river water, using the water as a shade. Then let Shitaro sit in another pit and use his pure Yang energy as Yang.
Yin and Yang alternate, water and fire merge.
After doing all this, I asked Xiaopang to bring the soul-catching bell. I shook the soul-catching bell with one hand and recited the Treasure Talisman Sutra.
"Explain the ancestral examination, the clan members of billions of calamities!"
"The disease will eradicate the book of sins and eradicate the evil roots!"
"No detention, forced to join the ghost group!"
"The Yuanshi Talisman is destined to become an immortal at all times!"
"Beidu Hanchi, the bodyguard's soul!"
"Demon Control Recommended, Dupin Nangong!"
"The dead soul is saved and transformed into a human being!"
"Suffering life after life, calamity will always exist!"
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As soon as I finished chanting, a dark wind suddenly blew from all around.
I grabbed a handful of paper money, lit it with a lighter, threw it into one of the gray circles, and read:
"Tonight King Yi will lead tens of thousands of fallen soldiers to cross the river here and ask the land master for permission."
"This is the road money for the land master, please accept it!"
Seeing that I was very busy, Zha Zhawen was not idle either. He grabbed a handful of Ming coins and walked over to me.
"Boatmen and trackers, this is the wages given to you. King Yi is crossing the river, please help!"
Xiaopang was so excited that he immediately came to help. He imitated Zhang Jiawen and I, found a gray circle and started burning paper.
"Two Taoists, who are these gray circles sprinkled for?" the little fat man asked.
Zhang Jiawen took a look and said: "It should be given to lonely ghosts!"
"Oh! Got it! Dear brother who is a lonely soul, sister who is a ghost, uncle who died of violence, aunt who died of hunger, uncle who died of poverty, dad who died of thirst, I don't care how you died or how miserable you were during your lifetime. Today Don't come out to make trouble at night, let King Yi and others cross the river first, you can take the money and divide it among them first, if there is not enough, I will burn it!"
"Also, my name is Ye Dazhi, and my father is a coal boss. He lacks everything except money!"
"Everyone who meets me in the future, please take good care of me. I will serve you with incense and coins during festivals and so on. I will do what I say!" After that, he threw a lot of RMB into the gray circle.
At this time, strong winds were blowing, and the dark wind carried the ashes on the ground, forming a small tornado at the scene and flying away into the sky. This scene made Xiaopang very happy, and holding the TV set made of paper, the golden boy started to burn.
I continued to ring the bell and said:
"Seniors, I know you have grievances in your hearts, but they have all passed. Today, I have prepared military salary ingots and more than a thousand ferries for you. Seniors, I respectfully invite you to board the ship and get on your way!"
"Dazhi, Taro, uncle driver, you all come to help and burn these paper boats!"
"okay!"
A few people squatted down and burned thousands of boats in one breath.
At this time, I took off the Xuantian Jade from my neck, held it in my hand, and communicated with Aunt Long with my mind.
"Aunt Long, the ferry is ready, let's start!"
"Okay! Step aside first!"
I hurriedly pulled Shitaro and the others back. As soon as I ran out of the ravine, I suddenly saw lightning and thunder in the sky. Then there was a rumbling sound, and there were waves of vibrations under the earth. Suddenly, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and heavy rain poured down.
Zhang Jiawen on the side was frightened by the formation in front of him. He hugged a big tree tightly and his words were blown away by the wind.
"Fengchen...fellow Taoist! What the hell...what are your origins?"
"Isn't it just a Dharma altar...just an Dharma altar!"
"How the hell do you think it's the end of the world?"
Zhang Jiawen hadn't even finished speaking when he was already blown away by a tornado.
"Zhazhawen!"
The little fat man shouted and grabbed me. I grabbed Shitaro with my backhand, and Shitaro hugged the driver.
"Ah!! Ah!!!!"
Several people shouted and were blown away in clusters by the tornado like kites.
When we descended from the sky, we found that there were shouts of killing all around us, and the nearby valley was brightly lit.
"Rush!!!"
"Kill me!!!"
The little fat man was so frightened that he cried and held me tightly.
"Little Dao Master, where are we... where are we?"
I looked around and it should be on the top of a big mountain.
If you look carefully, you can see a big river looming under the mountain, like a big river, winding into the distance...
"kill!!!"
Suddenly, dozens of people with black gauze scarves on their heads, armed with swords and spears, came out of the rain and fog and surrounded me and the little fat man. At this time, the sound of weapons clashing was heard nearby, and someone in the dense forest shouted loudly: "Fellow Taoist Fengchen!"
"Zha Zawen! We are here!"
The sound of weapons was getting closer and closer, and dozens of men in black were chattering something, but I couldn't understand a word of it.
"Toast! These are toast!" I shouted excitedly.
The little fat man asked me: "Little... little Daoist, what is sushi?"
"It's not sushi! It's toast! Tusi is the former ethnic minority group, mostly Yi."
"Holy crap! Then we... traveled through time?"
I was both scared and excited because I just read a novel called "Looking for Qin" not long ago. It tells the story of a man named Xiang Shaolong who traveled to the Qin Dynasty.
