However, the blind man surprisingly had no objection this time, so he asked casually: "It's good fortune that comes with us. The right time and place, don't miss it. It's really not easy for Master Sanye to discover this dragon vein. Oh, by the way,

When the master is about to be buried, our funeral team can also make preparations."

The Master Sanye waved the fan in his hand in a pretentious manner, closed his eyes and concentrated, tapped the thumb of his right hand on a few fingers, looking sanctimonious, and then said casually: "I have already calculated it.

, when tonight is ugly, good luck will flourish, so let’s choose it at ugly time.”

As soon as these words came out, the people in the funeral procession immediately started talking.

It’s okay to bury them in advance. If you choose to be buried tonight, it’s equivalent to a direct funeral. However, no one dares to stand up and object. These people who eat Yin and Yang’s food cannot enter the hall or the room, so they have no decision-making power at all.

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Hearing this, I became anxious.

The blind man said in the morning that grandpa's soul did not come back last night, so it would definitely not come back during the day.

The first seven days means that the seven days are the period for the soul to return after death. If the body is buried directly before the soul comes back, grandpa will become a lonely ghost in the future.

Of course I don't want my grandfather to become a lonely ghost in the future, and I will never allow such a thing to happen.

Based on Grandpa’s will and Sanye’s derivation, it seems that Grandpa’s burial is inevitable.

Speaking of which, dragon veins are also a rare source of luck. My parents, second uncle, and fourth uncle naturally knew the importance of luck. If they missed this village, they would not have this shop.

Don't tell me about this dragon vein, I am quite willing for grandpa to be buried in it.

So, before that, I had to seize the time, and I couldn't help but curiously asked: "Blind man, it seems that my grandfather will be buried, so what else can we do? When he was alive, my grandfather was very kind and helpful.

I don’t want him to become a lonely ghost after his death, he shouldn’t end up like this.”

Speaking of which, my grandfather has a good character and is kind-hearted. Whenever he meets poor people, he often helps them do feng shui for free. He also often helps homeless people.

This is also a big reason why grandpa is so popular.

The blind man shook his head and said seriously: "You are kind-hearted like your grandfather! Good people don't live long, and bad people live for thousands of years. Alas, there is indeed a way at present, unless we find your old man's soul before he is buried.

Come back. Otherwise, Jesus cannot save us even while he is on earth.”

The hunchback on the side echoed with a solemn expression: "Well, the blind man is right, this is the only way at the moment."

If the soul is not in the body, it means that the soul and body are separated, and there is no way to enter the reincarnation. We can only let the brilliance of time and the beating of society gradually drift away and dissipate.

Fortunately, there is now a way.

I hurriedly asked: "By calling the soul?"

The blind man nodded silently and said: "You are very smart. The old man was killed by a branch under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village. So, his soul should be very close to home. According to common sense, he should have returned to his soul last night.

, but he did not come back last night. According to visual inspection, it is very likely that he cannot cross the river or enter the village."

There is indeed a river in front of our village called Huanhua River.

The flow of this river is not fast, but it is very wide. The water is so clear that I often swam in it when I was a child.

The blind man then said: "The land guards the banks, and the river gods guard the rivers."

The land guards the bank, and the river god guards the river?

I seem to have seen this sentence in the blind man's diary.

I also roughly understand the meaning and some rules here.

Of course there are bridges on the Huanhua River, but they are bridges in the world of the world. Grandpa is the soul.

Soul, if you want to cross the bridge of the world, you will definitely lose your way.

Yang has Yang rules, and Yin has Yin moments.

The blind man hurriedly urged: "Tonight is the last glimmer of hope, to call out the soul of your grandfather and guide him. Moreover, time cannot be delayed. We must rush before the funeral, otherwise it will be too late."

Once the blind man's body leaves the house and his soul has not returned, he will never be able to return to his soul. Failure to return his soul means that he will not be able to be reincarnated in the future, and he will always be a lonely ghost.

Then we didn't waste any time and went straight back home to prepare the necessities for soul calling.

After all preparations were completed, the sky was getting dark, and the blind man and I arrived at Huanhua River early.

The bridge is a big wooden bridge.

Speaking of which, although this bridge is a wooden bridge, it has never used a nail. It is all made of Luban craftsmanship.

It is inlaid and very sturdy. It has never had any accidents over the years.

We came to the bridge and followed the blind man's instructions and took out four candles.

The blind man said that he must use red candles.

I placed the candles in an orderly manner at the four corners of the bridge, but unfortunately I don't know how to draw fire.

The blind man said that if you want to use the talisman fire, you need at least ten years of Taoism. But I had no choice but to light the yellow talisman with a lighter first, and then lit the candles one after another.

The blind man said before that candles lit by talisman fire will be more effective. I remember that time when I extinguished the candle and was chased by the female ghost in red, the blind man could not light the candle with talisman fire.

Then we lit it with a lighter, but we were still caught up by the female ghost.

The candlelight shone in the dark night, trembling in the dark night like four groups of strange will-o'-wisps.

This is the true guiding light.

The white candle that grandpa used before pointed the wrong path to ghosts. But the red candle can truly guide ghosts.

The blind man warned again seriously: "It's a red candle, not a white candle. Don't take it by mistake."

Confirm again and again, it is a red candle.

I said solemnly: "Yes, they are all red candles, there is no mistake."

Immediately afterwards, I took out the small bronze tripod that my grandfather had used to burn incense to worship, and carefully placed it in the center of the bridge. Then I burned three pillars of incense, then bowed especially respectfully, and gently burned the incense.

It was inserted into the small copper tripod.

The blind man told me a spell.

I listened to it once and started reading it in my mouth.

After reciting it, I was a little worried that I didn't recite it correctly. If you recite this kind of mantra wrongly, the consequences will be very serious. It is very likely that grandpa will never come back.

He asked the blind man quite nervously: "Blind man, did I read it correctly just now?"

The blind man's green and black face showed a rare smile of relief, and he said with great appreciation: "Hehehe, it's really good, it's word for word."

The spell just now was very long, with more than a hundred words. I only listened to it once, and actually recited it word for word.

I remember when I was in Chinese class, I couldn’t recite a few words of ancient poetry for several days. But now I can blurt out such long spells.

It's really amazing.

The blind man said again: "I am teaching you a spell, please listen carefully."

This time, the blind man taught me a more lengthy spell.

This time, I read it out word for word, without any pause in the middle.

What a hell.

Although he is a philanderer, he does not have Einstein’s IQ. As for that, Huang

For pornographic novels, you can say that you never forget what you read! But for other things, it is much weaker.

But this spell, why does it feel like this spell is like that pornographic novel, so easy to remember?

For a moment, I was stunned!

I was stunned and said in surprise: "Damn it, when did I become so powerful?! What a man, I..."

The blind man said casually again: "It's okay, just read it again."

It is strange to say that, facing the incense burner, the incantation was blurted out directly, without any awkwardness.

I was a little confused and suspected that I was dreaming. I said in disbelief: "Really, word for word??"

The blind man nodded silently and said in approval: "Hey, hey, they are all very correct! You are indeed psychic. You are truly a genius, a genius."

My grandfather said the same thing about me back then.

No wonder I learned the art of Onmyoji very quickly.

But I don't have such good talents for other things.

Am I really psychic?

The blind man explained again: "Three hundred and sixty lines, each line requires talent! For example, singing requires a voice, athletes require a strong body, and writing supernatural novels requires a long voice.

Handsome, and in our line of work, the best material is psychic! Oh, it’s not that I despise you, with your IQ, it’s still hard to understand now! Okay, okay, let’s work first, and we’ll have a chance later.

Let me tell you more in detail."

Oops, let me go, what does it mean that it is difficult to understand with my IQ?

Didn’t you praise me for being a psychic just now? The next second, you suspected that I had Erha’s IQ?

It's not something that can hit people so hard.

If I hadn't provoked those dirty things recently, I would have wanted to talk about life with this blind man.
To be continued...