Cao Lu rubbed his fingers and looked at the female ghost's head hesitantly.
"Maybe it's coffin fungus!"
The old woman wondered: "Maybe?"
Caolu layman shook his head: "Because I'm not sure! I have practiced Taoism for decades and have subdued demons and demons more than a thousand times. This is the first time I have seen such a strange thing. I really don't dare to make a conclusion!
"
"What is coffin fungus?" asked the old woman.
When this question came out, everyone at the scene pricked up their ears, including Gao Ning.
He felt that this title was slightly familiar, but he forgot where he heard it.
"The so-called coffin bacteria is actually the last breath of a person after death. This breath cannot go up or down, and can only get stuck in the throat."
Caolu layman paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, thinking as he spoke.
"And the so-called funeral ceremony is actually to let the dead breathe out his last breath. After the breath is taken away, the corpse will not be at risk of becoming a corpse.
And if it is not sent away but buried underground and nourished by the sun and moon of Yin Qi, this breath may gradually turn into resentment, and resentment, such as bad luck and death, will turn people into zombies.
But this process is also extremely difficult. If there is a slight mistake in the process, the breath will be sucked away by the earth veins.
If there happens to be a lingzhi plant nearby that absorbs it, it will gradually change. In medical terms, this plant is called blood ganoderma!"
"It turns out to be Blood Ganoderma!" The old woman looked shocked.
She had heard the name Blood Ganoderma and knew it was a priceless medicine that was believed to be able to get rid of all kinds of diseases and prolong life.
But I never thought that the source of this thing was the breath from the zombie's mouth.
Master Caolu continued: "Luckily, it was not sucked away by the ground. If it continues to be warmed in the zombie's throat, it will gradually turn into a coffin fungus.
This thing is extremely cold and is a rare treasure for zombies.
By holding it in the mouth, the zombie can retain its sanity, move freely, and even be immune to Dao magic. Even the powerful ones are not affected by lightning magic.
But this thing usually looks like jelly, and I have never seen it turn into a ghost head. This..."
Caolu layman wanted to scratch his head and wanted to say what the hell is this?
However, considering his glorious image, he still forcibly distorted this sentence.
"This kind of situation is relatively rare!"
The old woman didn't say anything. She was just old and had some bad health. She was not a fool.
She also noticed something was wrong with the posture of Master Caolu.
However, this problem has been going on for nearly a month, and many experts from all walks of life have been invited, but nothing has been resolved.
Now the sound of ghosts crying has turned into ghost heads appearing, and the situation is getting more critical. No matter whether Cao Lu is reliable or not, we can only rely on him.
After thinking about this, the old woman stopped talking and just stared at her son's chest with a hint of worry, holding the faucet stick tightly, her eyes full of worry.
As soon as he came in, Gao Ning was scanning repeatedly with his spiritual sense.
Judging from the gold refining array, the ghost head is indeed a bit strange. It is obviously a formed object, but under the scanning of the spiritual sense, there is still nothing, not even the alien energy appears.
In addition to some yin energy, the sound of ghost cries caused the air to vibrate slightly.
The propagation path of sound is very interesting. This ghost cry does not spread outward in a large area. Instead, it is like precise guidance. After it comes out of the mouth, it will split into small sound waves and disperse to everyone in the yard.
No matter how far away they are, the intensity of the sound waves they get is the same.
This is what Qiu Yuanwai said before, as if he was crying in his ears.
interesting!
The more Gao Ning looked at it, the brighter his eyes became, and he even had the urge to take the ghost head apart and look at it.
But he also knew that the protagonist tonight was not him. It was fine to watch the excitement, but not to interfere casually.
After all, we are still friends, but they are already trying to open up a forum and act like they are ready. If you step in to cause trouble, won't you let others laugh at it?
Moreover, Gao Ning didn't care whether the ghost head could be dispersed or not. Instead, he was curious about the Taoist teachings of Cao Lu.
Ordinary cinnabar and yellow paper, with a few special symbols randomly drawn, can produce strange effects.
This is even more powerful than magic.
Did Mao Shanshu really master the world's password?
Gao Ning rolled his eyes and decided to take a closer look.
Qiu Yuanwai is indeed a wealthy family, with many workers under his command. As soon as the order was passed on, various materials were sent to him.
Xiao Hui was not idle either, holding a bunch of talismans beside him and giving instructions. Occasionally, he would paste one on the wood, or take a cinnabar pen and sketch on the surface of the wood. The people who saw it would not notice it.
More than 20 people worked together and took half an hour to build a three-foot-high platform.
At this time, the drop of blood had been gradually eroded by Guitou's constant struggle.
The edge of the blood turned black, and then turned into fly ash and scattered. The area of the blood stain became smaller and smaller, and the vibration of the glans gradually became larger.
Even faintly, the sound of ghost cries could be heard again, which frightened the onlookers to death.
The old woman's complexion is relatively good, she has matured with age, and is well-informed.
I know that what the family needs most at this time is a backbone. If she is in chaos, the family will be in chaos.
After waiting for more than half an hour, Master Caolu couldn't hold it any longer. Seeing that Guitou might break free at any time, he bowed slightly to the old woman and without even saying a word, he used his hands and feet together like a monkey.
Like a tree, it jumped up to the high platform in twos and twos.
"Xiaohui, stuff!"
"Here comes master!"
Xiao Hui responded, pulled off a deflated yellow cloth bag from his waist, and threw it into the sky.
Master Caolu grabbed it, held the sword finger in his right hand, held it between his eyebrows, muttered something in his mouth, then turned the yellow cloth bag upside down and shook it vigorously.
The yellow cloth bag quickly turned into a huge yellow cloth, covering the entire bar in an instant. As the Caolu layman opened it outwards, there was a Dharma platform on the previously empty table.
On the altar, there are incense burners, paper money, ingot candles, various ornaments, soybeans, rice, copper coins, red threads, wooden swords, kitchen knives, scarecrows, small coffins, fire pots, etc.
There were even a few roosters lying on the outside of the altar, struggling and twisting one by one, but unable to make any sound.
Gao Ning's eyes widened.
What is this? Magic?
Coach! I want to learn this trick!
The onlookers below were also surprised. The servants were whispering in low voices, but the old woman said nothing. She glanced at the monk Caolu who was holding a peach wood sword between his eyebrows, closing his eyes and mumbling something.
Then he looked at his son tied to the tree.
I hope my son is safe and sound!
The old woman sighed softly in her heart and prayed silently.
