"Listen carefully, the first type is the ghost surrender. This kind of surrender is not as simple as the kid raised by the ordinary descendant master. The descendant master will find an aborted fetus, soak it in oil, and cook it every day Worship him for seven or forty-nine days. Even if it succeeds, after the ghost is refined, he will be very obedient and will do whatever you ask him to do. The most important thing is that this little ghost also has a certain amount of magic power. Taoist practitioners, ordinary Taoists and monks can't deal with it at all. There is nothing wrong with raising ghosts, but strictly speaking it is wrong, because this method of raising ghosts will make the ghosts more domineering."
My heart skipped a beat as soon as I listened to Taoist General Shangshan’s instructions on the surrender of the ghosts. According to what he said, the ghosts cultivated through this method are indeed deeper in Taoism. It’s just a pity that the babies who died of miscarriage have not yet come to the world. If someone is declared dead and is refined and surrendered by a head-reducing master, his soul will most likely turn into an evil infant.
"What about the second type?" Xu Chengcheng was fascinated by what he heard, and anxiously asked Shangshan Taoist Priest to explain the second type of high-level head bowing.
"There is also the flying landing, which is very popular in the Nanyang area, but the flying landing I am talking about also has a name, flying head landing!"
As soon as I heard the word 'flying head', I perked up. Why did I interrupt and ask, "Is it a flying head man?"
Taoist priest Shangshan shook his head and said: "No, listen to me. Feitoujiu means cutting off the enemy's head alive and using it to refine the headjiao. It is smelted with five poisons, maggots and the fetal blood of women with dystocia. The poison is made into poison and fed to the human head. During this period, the head-beautiful master will insert seven curse needles into the head and recite the spell a hundred times. Even if it is refined, at night, the head will fly everywhere and emit sounds. A miserable sound. If you encounter it on the street, it will be troublesome to go back at night. It will not kill you, but will give you nightmares every night until you have a nervous breakdown."
"Then let's do a ritual and kill this flying head. Wouldn't it be over?" I said bluntly again.
"This kind of falling head is not easy to break. The best you can do is drive it away. At least in my memory, no one has been able to break this kind of flying head falling." Taoist priest Shangshan sighed, with a look of embarrassment on his face. Since Taoist Shangshan, a well-informed old Taoist priest, finds it difficult, it should not be easy.
"Let me tell you, these two kinds of surrender are not the most cruel and terrifying, there is another one that is more difficult to deal with!"
"What are you talking about?" Xu Chengcheng became more and more excited and asked quickly.
"It's the centipede. The cruelty of this kind of head-dropping is to put a living person in the coffin, use him to feed the centipede, and then use the human bones to make the head-dropping. Think about it, use a big living person to feed it." Centipede, how cruel it must be! But the more cruel the effect of the head drop, the more overbearing it is. The centipede drop has many functions. It can not only control the soul of the dead to do shameful deeds, but also use the centipede that has eaten people to harm people. The Jiangtou masters in Nanyang will do anything for the sake of refining Jiangtou!"
After listening to him finish talking about these three kinds of terrifying head-dropping techniques, I blinked, thoughtfully, and couldn't help but murmur to myself, "For the sake of the false reputation of the head-dropping masters, the tricks of the head-dropping masters are It’s true that each one is more cruel than the other, and we Taoists can’t care less.”
Taoist priest Shangshan stood up with a smile after listening to what I said, and praised me: "Young Taoist, you care about all the people in the world, and you risked your life alone to go to Thailand to eliminate traitors. This is worthy of admiration. If you come to my place in the future, please remember to contact me."
After saying that, he sent a business card to me and Xu Chengcheng, "Taoist Shangshan, phone number: 1xxxxxxxxxx."
"I didn't expect that the master keeps up with the times. He even uses mobile phones and business cards. Does he also have business?" I teased him.
"Haha, Taoist priests also need to eat. Don't worry, if you encounter any difficult problems in Nanyang, just call me and I will definitely help you in any way I can!"
Xu Chengcheng and I thanked him, turned around and left. Before getting into the car, I joked with Xu Chengcheng, "Second Senior Brother, this trip to Thailand is extremely dangerous!"
He was looking forward to it and didn't care at all. Instead, he teased me: "You kid, are you scared? You have a girlfriend, so you should know how to cherish your life!"
We both laughed, got in the car, woke up our driver, and drove to a nearby hotel to catch up on some sleep.
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Although Shangshan and his party were not able to travel around the mountains and rivers, they learned a lot of knowledge about bowing down from the Shangshan Taoist priests. At the beginning of the establishment of the Han Dynasty, there were four masters in Shangshan, and they were the famous Shangshan Si Hao, their appearance stabilized the status of the crown prince Liu Ying, and forced Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, to change his idea of abolishing the elders and establishing younger ones. They also allowed Liu Bang to leave an eternal masterpiece, "Song of the Hongshun", "The swans fly high, and the birds fly high." Held in. The wings are already in place, spanning the world. Across the world, there is nothing you can do! Although there is a lot of money, I still give it to you. 'm.
This Shangshan Taoist priest claimed to be the descendant of Shangshan Sihao. I don’t know whether it is true or not. If it is true, he is definitely an expert. We stayed for two days in total and did not stay any longer. We returned to Shihou City.
Xu Chengcheng and I discussed it and decided to take a day off and start again on July 1st. So, we found someone to book a direct flight to Bangkok, Thailand, for both of us on July 1st.
Before leaving, I asked Zhang Xiaosi to make an exception and help me interrogate Zha Zu with a few questions about lowering his head, so that it would be more beneficial for us to deal with the lowering master.
When everything was ready, Xu Chengcheng and I boarded the plane and set off. Deng Wanwan and Ren Lingling came to see us off and said they would keep talking and report that they were safe every day.
It is said that when a son travels thousands of miles away, the mother is worried. When I went abroad, I was missed by these two women. It seems that when a man travels far away, the woman is also worried about him.
After saying goodbye to them, we each carried a prop bag and found our seats according to the instructions on the boarding pass.
I guarded the window and looked out. I glanced at the plane on the runway next to me. It was an international flight to South Korea. The fuselage of the passenger plane had Korean characters printed on it. Although I couldn’t understand it, I became interested and used He touched Xu Chengcheng with his elbow and said, "Hey, let's go to South Korea next time we fly. It is said that the girls in that country are all beautiful and beautiful."
Xu Chengcheng smiled and teased me, "Don't be a nymphomaniac. Isn't it enough for you to have Deng Wanwan? It's really not possible. The young lady next to her is not bad. I think she is also interested in you."
"Fuck you, you're a nymphomaniac!" I teased him with a smile, then turned my face to the window to observe the flight to South Korea.
It had left the boarding platform, closed the hatch, turned its fuselage little by little, and accelerated northward little by little. Only when it reached a certain speed and left the ground did I discover the problem.
That international flight suddenly changed color. The originally bright white fuselage suddenly turned rusty. There was a crack on the left wing, and one of the four paint spray ports was extinguished.
This was not a normal passenger plane. It was clearly an accident plane. I hurriedly shouted to get off the plane, thinking about asking the airport communication station to quickly contact the flight to South Korea that had just taken off.
But I was still a step too late. My flight was already taxiing on the runway...
Some people died, but not completely...
