Not only that, when each 'oil lamp' was lit, I seemed to really hear a dull loud noise, and I could also feel a slight vibration under my feet, as if there were really giant feet stepping on them. Same on the ground.
I was so shocked by the scene before me that I opened my mouth so wide that I couldn't close it for a long time.
I never imagined that a simple hemp rope and a few simple oil lamps could create such a huge formation.
I originally thought that this heavenly fire could soar into the sky in one go, but I didn't expect that after the third 'oil lamp' was lit, a strong wind suddenly blew in the yard.
Because Chen Guzi's portrait was hanging on the hemp rope, it was stretched straight and motionless, but the 'oil lamps' in those 'lanterns' were different. When blown by the strong wind, they all swayed this way and that. Most of the kerosene was spilled.
But no matter how they shook, those porcelain bowls were tightly wrapped by the 'lantern' skeleton, and the position of the porcelain bowls never shifted at all.
I know it's all the peeled garlic.
It seems that Wu Tinghan had expected this scene, so he took precautions with garlic in advance.
Although the hemp rope was not blown, when the strong wind blew into the main room, the flame on the hemp rope was stopped from reaching the sky. After the third 'oil lamp' was lit, the flame stayed at the third It is difficult to move forward on the hemp rope between the four 'oil lamps'.
I hurriedly asked Wu Tinghan, why is this happening?
She shook her head and said, this is my first time lighting a sky lantern, so I don’t know what will happen. But I know that further up, there will definitely be weirder things happening. And this is why I worry that it won’t light up once.
Mr. Wang on the side stood up and said, it's just a bad wind, and we carpenters are best at dealing with this!
After saying that, he ran into the main room, took down the door of the right room in a few clicks, and then stood the two door panels under the steps one after another, and stood firmly against the steps, facing the direction of the shrine, with the door panels Facing outward, the latch faces inward.
After the door panel was erected, Mr. Wang reached out and inserted the door latch. Then he walked to the door panel and tore off the portrait of the door god with a loud bang. If the parts were not torn clean, I would take out a piece of paper and file them clean bit by bit on the door panel.
After finishing, he took out three sticks of incense from the cage on his back, lit it with his hand, and inserted it in front of the door panel. Then he took out the ax from his waist and made a series of gestures towards the door panel. The movements looked like opening and closing, but the door panel was Not moving at all.
When I saw this, I asked Wu Tinghan if he was old and his eyes were dim. After cutting for a long time, why is there no movement at all?
Wu Tinghan crossed his arms, glanced at me sideways, and then told me that if he made a sound, he would not be qualified to be included in the "Xuanhua Chengliu".
I asked, what does this mean?
Wu Tinghan said, if I read it correctly, he is currently using the 'Hidden Knife' from the carpenter lineage.
Hidden knife? Is this the soundless sword technique?
Wu Tinghan nodded and said, "No sound is just the most basic requirement. When he finishes carving, you will know what his level is."
I asked, do you mean, is he scratching in the air like this, or is he carving something on the door panel?
She said, otherwise what do you think? Playing tricks on the air to show the ghost?
I asked again, what was he carving?
Wu Tinghan said, "Whatever you tear up, you carve into it. You can't even figure it out?"
I looked at the two portraits that Mr. Wang tore off and threw on the ground, and then asked Wu Tinghan in surprise, "Mr. Wang is carving the door god?"
Wu Tinghan nodded and said, this is the method of their carpenter lineage - the hidden knife door god!
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wang in front of the door put away the ax and pinned it on his lower back.
I hurriedly went around the yard to see what Mr. Wang had carved on the door panel.
But when I looked over, I found that the door panel was as smooth as ever, with no lines except the stripes on the board itself--so Mr. Wang had been carving a lonely mark after working on it for so long?
Mr. Wang glanced sideways at me, his expression full of disdain, and said, "This is a hidden sword. If you can see it like this, then it's really a hell!"
After he finished speaking, I saw him clasping his hands together, and then using his fingers like flying, he quickly kneaded the formula on his chest. Naturally, he was mumbling to himself, and his hand speed and speaking speed were so fast.
In addition, there was a strong wind blowing in the yard. Mr. Wang's clothes were rustling and his hair was flying in the wind. At first glance, this little old man with a slightly hunched back looked like a big man. A chivalrous demeanor.
As soon as the idea came to my mind, I saw Mr. Wang's index fingers stretching out from his palms, with their fingertips facing each other, pointing toward the gap between the two door panels. One fingertip happened to be touching one of the door panels, and he shouted One sentence: Wang Minghua, the eleventh generation descendant of the carpenter, respectfully invites his ancestors to show their holiness!
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the moment Mr. Wang finished speaking, I saw a golden light flowing from bottom to top on the bare door panel!
But when I blinked and took a closer look, the door panel was still a door panel with nothing on it. But the image of golden light just now was imprinted in my mind.
When I closed my eyes and thought carefully, the image appeared clearly in front of me, and I found that they were two ancient people wearing armor!
The man on the left is holding a single whip, and the man on the right is holding a double mace! Isn't this the door god that every household in rural areas would put on the door? One is named Yuchi Gong and the other is Qin Shubao!
Damn, the door god is really carved out, and it’s really invisible under normal circumstances!
Mr. Wang retracted his hands, glanced at the three pillars of fragrance in front of the door, and then told Wu Tinghan that before the incense went out, there should be no more wind in the hall.
Hearing this, I hurriedly walked up the steps and took a look into the main room. I found that although the strong wind in the yard was blowing loudly, it was very quiet inside the main room. Those lanterns and oil lamps were shaking violently. They all also calmed down honestly.
The flame that had previously stayed on the third or fourth 'oil lamp' also jumped forward again, quickly lighting the four to five six 'oil lamps' along the way through the duck feathers.
I don't know if it's my imagination, because logically speaking, the six 'oil lamps' in front are all lit, so the main room should become brighter, but I always feel that the main room is getting darker and darker. .
And every time an 'oil lamp' is lit, the main room becomes darker.
When I told Wu Tinghan about this feeling, she rarely ignored me, but nodded and said, I also discovered it. And you look inside the main room.
I had been staring at the hemp rope and the oil lamp hanging on it, without paying attention to the inside of the main room. Now when she said it, I lowered my head and looked inside the main room. I was shocked at once - it was so short. From such a short distance, I couldn't even see the shrine and the Eight Immortals Table in the main room!
With my previous experience, I immediately looked at Mr. Wang and asked him, what is the situation now?
Mr. Wang raised his leg and kicked it. I'm not a god. Is it possible that everyone knows this? If you grow your own head, you are worthy of being like Di Mai, but you don’t know how to use your own head to think about it?
If you didn't see it, you didn't see it. Why are you taking it out on me?
Wu Tinghan, who was bowing his head and thinking deeply, stretched out his hand to stop the bickering between the two of us. He said, "When a sinister person enters the house, he betrays his ancestors and forgets his ancestors."
Before I could figure out what these eight words meant, Mr. Wang started to say, "That shouldn't be the case. I, the God of Hidden Sword, have already been sacrificed. Which sinister person would dare to enter the house?"
Wu Tinghan said, it was your Hidden Sword God who made them become the climate.
Mr. Wang asked, is this possible? I, the Hidden Sword God, specializes in defeating Yin people!
Wu Tinghan said that it was only for the Yin people who had not yet entered the door, but what about the Yin people who had been blown into the hall by the evil wind before?
Mr. Wang was taken aback for a moment, then slapped his forehead and said, "It's like a dog's day, it seems like it's a real thing." Once I close these two doors, it is equivalent to turning these "wild ghosts" into "lonely souls". You bitch, I am careless!
Mr. Wang sighed and frowned, saying that the two doors could not be withdrawn, and the wind would blow out all the lights. It's not okay to turn things upside down, otherwise we would light ground lanterns instead of sky lanterns. What about reversing yin and yang? Hmm, even if the shrine is reversed, it doesn’t seem to work...
Mr. Wang frowned and murmured in a low voice for a while, his face getting more and more ugly. Finally, he had no choice but to look at Wu Tinghan and said, what should I do now? I have no choice. It's impossible for me to give a dojo to a lot of yin people.
Wu Tinghan shook his head and said, I'll do it.
After saying that, Wu Tinghan walked into the main room, and soon her figure disappeared into the darkness. No matter how hard I opened my eyes, I couldn't see her back.
I asked Mr. Wang, would it be dangerous for her to walk in like this?
Mr. Wang snorted angrily and said, usually if a person dies in a room, it may become a haunted house. Now there are a lot of sinister people in the main room. Do you think it will be dangerous?
I was shocked when I heard this, and thought to myself, the reason why the hall became so dark was because it was filled with sinister people?
Although I was scared, I still took a step forward and was about to rush in, trying to pull Wu Tinghan out. But before I could cross the threshold, Mr. Wang pulled me back. He said, you can’t do this in a place like this. If you dare to enter, will you risk your life?
Let me tell you, you can't watch her put herself in danger!
Mr. Wang said that she has something in her mind, so don’t get in there and cause trouble.
As soon as he finished speaking, I saw a golden light suddenly flash in the hall, which was like a circle, and then I heard Wu Tinghan's voice, two very simple words: beast.
After the crisp sound sounded, I could clearly feel that the hall was a little brighter than before.
After Wu Tinghan's voice, another circle of golden light flashed, and accompanied by Wu Tinghan's voice, it sounded: Hell.
After this sound, the main room was obviously a little brighter than before. And I'm pretty sure that this is not my imagination, but something that actually happened.
As the third golden light flashed, and Wu Tinghan said "human world", the hall became brighter at a speed visible to the naked eye. I could even see Wu Tinghan holding a paintbrush in his left hand, standing in front of the Eight Immortals' table in the shrine, with his hands behind his back. Draw the outline of the circle.
Then three more golden lights flashed in the hall, and Wu Tinghan read out the words Hungry Ghost, Shura, and finally God.
When the word 'god' was finally spoken, the Eight Immortals Table in the shrine in the hall and Wu Tinghan's figure were clearly visible.
Not only that, the flames on the hemp rope instantly jumped up to the beams, and then went down along the hemp rope, igniting the yellow paper in the four wells on the portrait of Chen Guzi!
Seeing this scene, I was about to be happy when I saw Wu Tinghan spit out a mouthful of bright red, and the judge pen in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, and then she fell down without any warning.
At the same time, the yellow paper roll that had just been lit in the well on the beam suddenly went out...
