Everyone should know about Maoshan and Longhu Mountain, but not many people know about Lushan.
This is a very powerful Taoist sect that has always been active in the coastal area. It is "watching Luoyin", "beating villains", "inviting Zhong Kui", etc. If we look closely at the source, they are all branches of the Lushan Dharma lineage.
During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Lushan Taoist priests worshiped Master Xu Xun as their ancestor. Their magic spells were very overbearing, and almost all of them were offensive. When exorcising ghosts, suppressing evil spirits, and calming souls, they paid attention to using the dead hand. Those who could directly attack would not beep with ghosts.
Beep, I have to beat him to death.
At the same time, unlike the Central Plains Taoist Sect, Lushan also accepts female disciples. Most of the female Taoist priests in the sect belong to the "San Nai Sect". They pay homage to the statue of Lady Linshui and the Taoist statues in Guizai Temple in Dao County. If they follow the
Look at what Grandma Xiao Tang said.
That is the Lushan faction, a Jurchen from the late Qing Dynasty who was a disciple of Mrs. Linshui and practiced the Black Head Dharma lineage, "Chen Meiqing".
Candles were lit in the cellar, and the wrinkles on Xiao Tang's face were all piled up. She said in a hoarse voice: "What? Young man? You don't dare anymore? Are you scared?"
"What am I afraid of?"
"I just don't want to try it. I've never heard of it. Why should I try it?"
Brother Yu came closer and whispered, "I've heard of this kind of viewing of falling shadows. It seems that it can help living people see their dead relatives and friends. It's very evil. I believe in my Buddha, so I don't believe it."
"Then why don't you give it a try, Brother Yu? I'll show you." I said.
"Young man, don't talk so much."
Grandma Xiao Tang shook off the red cloth covered with small words. She covered the red cloth in front of her eyes and slowly lowered it, revealing an old face full of wrinkles.
It's a bit like a bride taking off her red hijab when she gets married.
"Don't you want to see the deceased?"
I shook my head: "I don't want to, not at all."
Brother Yu thought for a while and suddenly said: "Okay, let me try to see if your thing works." "Brother Yu! You"
"It doesn't bother Yunfeng. I know it in my heart, although I don't believe it. Haha, if he is really that amazing, I do have a few people I want to meet."
"Who are you meeting? Your master?"
Brother Yu shook his head: "I want to see Xiaoqian first and then see the master again."
Grandma Xiao Tang asked Brother Yu to sit on the spring bed with his feet together, folded the red cloth twice, with the scriptures facing out, and Brother Yu was blindfolded.
I saw Brother Yu bending his fingers and exerting force, and I knew that he was still on guard. If anything happened, he would immediately fight back.
Brother Yu said he wanted to see the female bartender again. People always have an instinctive fear of unknown things. Seeing his eyes covered with red cloth, I felt a little scared.
In documentaries on TV, there are clips of Guan Luoyin being filmed, but those steps are different from what Grandma Xiao Tang did. Let me tell you, if you want to learn, you can learn it, and it is probably authentic.
Brother Yu sat upright with his feet together. Grandma Xiao Tang slowly stretched out her hand to press Brother Yu’s temple. Brother Yu is a martial arts student, so of course he knows that the temple is a person’s vitality. He immediately reacted and grabbed Grandma Xiao Tang’s wrist.
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"Relax."
"I want you to try it. Trust me, I won't hurt you."
Brother Yu slowly let go.
Press Brother Yu's temples with your thumbs for a minute or two, then use your index finger to gently tap the area a little higher on the back of Brother Yu's head. There is a depression here on the human skull, which seems to be some kind of acupuncture point.
I watched from the sidelines and asked Brother Yu in a low voice how he felt.
Brother Yu said: "The sound was very loud, like someone beating a drum in my head, bang bang."
"Stop talking, calm down and listen carefully to the drums in your head."
"Lie down slowly."
Brother Yu was lying on the spring bed, and Grandma Xiao Tang put her hand on the red cloth in front of his eyes, almost lying next to Brother Yu's ear, and started to speak in such a low voice that I couldn't hear what was being said at all.
Brother Yu just listened quietly.
After talking about it for five or six minutes, Grandma Xiao Tang took the incense burner and placed it on the side of the spring bed.
Cigarettes curled up.
Grandma Xiao Tang whispered: "Tell me what you saw."
Brother Yu didn't move at first, as if he had fallen asleep smelling the incense. I was about to touch him when Grandma Xiao Tang stopped me and said, "The blind donkey waiting for Yuan Chen Palace has arrived and is here to pick him up. Don't make a sound."
"Blind donkey? Donkey? Where is the donkey?"
I quickly turned around to look.
The cellar is so big, except for the three of us, a table and a bed, there is nothing else.
Grandma Xiao Tang said: "Block your ears and hit the back of your head to create a drum sound in your mind. The soul of heaven is hidden in your brain and will come out briefly after hearing the drum sound."
"The Guan Yin cloth left by Master Chen will guide the blind donkey to come and send him back within half a stick of incense."
"Brother Yu?"
"Brother Yu, have you left? Have you seen the female bartender?" I saw him lying peacefully.
I just finished speaking.
Brother Yu suddenly sat up from the spring bed. He took off the old red cloth that blindfolded his eyes, looked at Grandma Xiao Tang and said, "Old lady, are you playing?"
"I didn't see anything. Where is my Xiaoqian?"
"How. How could it be."
Grandma Xiao Tang's expression didn't look like she was pretending. She said with a surprised look on her face: "It's impossible, it's impossible. I've done it for several people, and it's been effective, and they all said they saw it."
Brother Yu rubbed his face and said loudly: "It's useless. Maybe my soul is with the Buddha. This is useless to me."
"It's all in vain. For a moment just now, I thought I could really see Xiaoqian again."
"Impossible. Could it be that those who said it was effective in the past were all lying to me?"
"I said there is no such thing, have you ever tried it on yourself?" Brother Yu asked.
Grandma Xiao Tang shook her head: "Guan Luoyin can't be used on myself. I still don't believe it. There must be something wrong somewhere! Yes! There must be something wrong somewhere!"
"Come on! Come and try, young man!" The old lady said as she came to pull me.
I took a step back: "I told you, I won't try!"
"You believe me for once, I'm telling you a secret about Zaizai Temple."
"Oh? Tell me first, what's the secret?"
Grandma Xiao Tang hesitated for a moment and said:
"Cave, there may be a hole. There may be a hole under the foundation of Zaizai Temple."
"Maybe there is a hole? How deep is it?" Brother Yu and I looked at each other and asked with a frown.
"I don't know, it's just a possibility. I've never seen it. The previous Yama in the village found it and told me that it rained heavily that day and she accidentally stepped on it."
After thinking about it, I gritted my teeth and said I would give it a try. Anyway, Brother Yu was watching from the side. With him protecting me, what should I be afraid of?
Watching Luoyin, the process is the same as before. The difference is that this time I do it by myself, so some things can be more empathetic to my own experience.
For example, she tapped the back of my head with her fingers. Although the sound was very small, I could hear the banging of drums in my mind.
Also, I could hear the whispers that I had not heard clearly just now. They were some words of advice.
