After finishing speaking, Mr. Wang pulled out the ax from his waist with a swish, looked around the hall with a wary expression, and slowly moved towards Wu Tinghan.
Seeing his vigilant look, I couldn't help but become afraid, and cautiously moved closer to him.
Let me tell you, did you see something? Why are you so cautious?
Mr. Wang said, it would be great if I saw it. The key is that I didn't see it, so I was afraid.
Let me tell you, you didn't see anything, how do you know it was a ghost blowing the lamp?
I have read tomb-robbery novels before, and I know that if the candle is blown out, something extremely dangerous will happen.
Out of fear of danger, I instinctively refused to accept this fact. I hoped that Mr. Wang was wrong and that what just happened was not a ghost at all.
But Mr. Wang said angrily that there was no breeze at all in the main room and the wick went out twice. Wasn't it a ghost blowing out the lamp?
I'm telling you, can't it be said that the wick of the lamp is not flammable and it will go out naturally? Besides, the wick was full of tears, how could it be lit?
Mr. Wang said, fart! If Senior Wu had used this thing, it would have been impossible to extinguish it if there was no external force.
I asked, how do you know? Don’t you even know how to light sky lanterns?
He said, I don’t know how to light sky lanterns, but how can I not recognize the craftsmanship of the ‘yellow scroll green lantern’?
The so-called yellow scroll and green lantern refers to the light illuminating the books, describing the lonely life of studying hard late at night or practicing Buddhism.
But there isn’t even a book here, only a few kerosene lamps. Why didn’t I notice the yellow and green lamps?
Mr. Wang pointed to the portrait of Chen Guzi above his head and asked, "Is the wick dripping from the opening of the copper coin rolled into drops with yellow paper?" Did Senior Wu paint the four wells I dripped green with vegetable juice? Yellow scrolls and green lanterns, is there anything missing?
I was completely confused by Mr. Wang's words. I didn't expect to understand this idiom in this way. The previous "Throwing away things" has already ruined my outlook on life, and now comes this "Yellow scroll and green lantern"----Why do I feel that all my previous Chinese studies have been in vain! ?
But when I thought that their craftsmen had always been like this, I didn't dwell on the problem too much. Instead, I asked him, even if it is a yellow-rolled green lantern, but there are tears under the wick, how can it be burned?
Mr. Wang snorted coldly and said, if tears can't be ignited, why would Senior Wu bother to light up sky lanterns?
I was shocked when I heard this, and asked, "You mean, Wu Tinghan lit this sky lantern just to burn the 'well water' in the four wells?"
Mr. Wang said angrily, "You just want to understand now?"
Ever since Wu Tinghan wanted to get some sky lanterns, I had been thinking about how to delay the overflow of well water, but I never figured it out. Because in my opinion, the things in the four wells were all tears, and it was impossible for this thing to be ignited, so naturally I didn't think about it.
If these 'well water' can be ignited as Mr. Wang said, that is indeed the best way to delay the overflow of well water!
You must know that once these 'well water' fall to the ground, all people within the water damage area will die. This means that the water in the well cannot be poured out or transferred, because anyone who comes into contact with the well water Everything will form a range, so Mr. Wang is helpless about it.
But if the 'well water' is still in the well, just burn it away, then all worries will naturally disappear, and the 'well water' will not pose any threat. There is simply no more ingenious solution than this.
But the point is, tears are tears, how could they be ignited?
Mr. Wang said that the pattern of yellow-rolled green lanterns with drops has already been formed. The drops in the green lanterns are stones, and they will be burned as lamp oil, not to mention that they are liquid eyedrops like lamp oil.
After hearing Mr. Wang's words, I was once again impressed by Wu Tinghan's wit. It's not that I haven't thought about boiling tears dry, but all I thought about was boiling tears dry like boiling water.
The disadvantage of this method is that when the water is boiled, the glass of the portrait will probably crack, or the four wells will be burned by the high temperature. The final result will naturally be water spilling in all directions, and I, the water boiler, will become a sinner through the ages.
But Wu Tinghan's method was different. Although she also boiled water, she actually burned the water, and she burned the tears as lamp oil without damaging any structure of the portrait. There will be no sequelae.
And as long as there are tears, the fire can keep burning, buying her enough time to solve the following problems. Her ability to not only think of things but also to do them is really amazing.
But now, that green lamp has been blown out.
When Mr. Wang was explaining to me, he kept walking around the hall with his ax in his hand, looking at all four corners. Then he returned to Wu Tinghan's chair and walked around again, looking up and down. , and then I saw his brows frowning more and more tightly.
I asked him if he had found it?
He shook his head and said that he didn't see any ghosts.
Let me tell you, what should we do now?
He thought for a while and said, if you go and light the lamp again, I will look down and see it. I won’t believe that I can’t find it!
I knew what Mr. Wang meant. He asked me to lure that guy out by lighting a lamp. After all, as long as it comes out to blow the lamp, Mr. Wang will definitely see it!
So I climbed onto the table of the Eight Immortals again, stood on the chair, followed the previous method, squatted down on a horse, raised my hands high, held the portrait, and straightened my legs with all my strength.
Mr. Wang still reached out and grabbed my leg, but this time he changed his direction and stood on my right side, looking up.
When I jumped off the Eight Immortals Table in sweat, I saw Mr. Wang staring at the green lantern flames without blinking.
I also hurriedly raised my head, staring at the flames, for fear of missing any suspicious moment.
However, even though Mr. Wang and I stared at each other, the flame still went out under our noses, and neither he nor I saw anything approaching the flame. The flame even swayed before suddenly extinguishing. .
Mr. Wang said, please order again!
So I repeated my previous actions, then jumped down and stared at the flames.
Without exception, the flame went out before our eyes again, still without warning.
Mr. Wang gritted his teeth and said, order more!
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I don’t know how many times I climbed up and down. I just remember that my legs were starting to feel weak. If I continued like this, I might not be able to stand up, let alone climb up the Eight Immortals Table.
Mr. Wang said, go get some more! This time you stand on top and hold the light with your hands.
Hearing this method, I suddenly became energetic, so I repeated the action of raising the lamp to light the fire, then stretched out my hand to hold the wick, and isolated the surroundings as much as possible.
It's just that the portrait was hung higher than me, and I couldn't see the wick at all after I held it in vain. As a result, I was burned by the light several times when my hands were shaking.
This is not the most uncomfortable thing. The most uncomfortable thing is the burning pain in the palm of the hand, but the outside of the palm, that is, the side of the little finger, is freezing.
I told Mr. Wang about this abnormality, and Mr. Wang said that the sky lanterns were almost reaching the sky, and it was normal for it to be cold. That sentence has been said repeatedly, but it is always cold at high places, and this is what I say.
Although I don't agree with Mr. Wang's statement, because this is still in the main room after all. How can it be so cold at high places? But since Mr. Wang said so, I didn't think too much about it. Instead, I held the wick carefully and felt the likely wind direction with the back of my hand.
But as time went by, I felt something was not normal. If it is extremely cold at a high place, then the entire palm of the hand will freeze like a dog. Why is it that the outside of the palm is freezing to death, but the thumb side is fine and even a little warm?
I hurriedly told Mr. Wang this discovery. After hearing this, Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead and said, you bitch, come down quickly, I know where that guy is hiding.
After hearing this, I jumped down quickly and asked Mr. Wang where that guy was.
Mr. Wang climbed onto the chair without saying a word. A copper coin appeared in the palm of his hand at the same time, spinning continuously between his five fingers. His mouth opened and closed as if he was reciting something, but I didn't hear a word clearly.
After Mr. Wang climbed up, I saw him gently move Chen Guzi's memorial tablet, put the copper coin on the portrait, then put the memorial tablet up and pressed it down, and then clapped his hands and jumped off the Eight Immortals Table.
I asked Mr. Wang the same question again, and he started laughing and said, "Where is Haneng hiding in the portrait? No wonder I couldn't find it after searching for a long time!" You bitch, you really know how to hide!
So, that guy just now has been hiding in the portrait of Chen Guzi, blowing the wick from bottom to top?
If that's the case, then Mr. Wang and I standing below may not be able to find the culprit even if we stare our eyes out.
No wonder the little finger side of my hand was freezing to death, but the thumb side above it was intact and even a little hot.
However, Mr. Wang could just put a copper coin in front of the sinister person that even Wu Tinghan couldn't get rid of?
Mr. Wang said, I can't drive it away, but I can seal its mouth so that it can't blow the lamp.
Let me ask you, do you want to find something to crush it to prevent it from blowing out the light again? After all, even Chen Guzi's dripping spirit bit couldn't stop it from blowing the lamp. I was really worried about a copper coin.
Mr. Wang shook his head and said, if you knew what this copper coin was called, you wouldn't worry.
Let me tell you, what is that copper coin called?
He said that it was called "hush money"! It even asked me to seal its mouth. How can it blow the lamp? Nostrils? Unless its nostrils can point upward, don't even think about it!
So the two of us just looked up and stared at the flame for a while. After making sure that the flame was burning well, we breathed a sigh of relief.
I said, the lamp is solved, but what about Wu Tinghan?
Mr. Wang frowned and thought for a while, and said, that shouldn't be the case. That guy hid in the portrait and escaped unjust imprisonment, but now he is sealed up by me and can't blow out the lamp. He was indirectly driven away by me. Logically speaking. Generally speaking, the backlash will lessen and she should wake up.
Mr. Wang and I called Wu Tinghan for a while, but still didn't wake her up. I was so anxious that I was like ants on a hot pot.
Mr. Wang thought for a while and said, forget it, let's carry her back first and then talk. Besides, I'm more worried about you now than I am worried about her.
I asked, what do you mean?
He said that if the sky lanterns were not lit, the water in the well would definitely overflow tonight according to the rising rate of water droplets in the well. But now as long as the sky lanterns are burning, the villagers will be safe for a while. Are you talking about those people who want to steal your luck, will they jump over the wall without waiting for a hundred miles of corpse monument?
