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Chapter 135: Sacrifices are sent to the underworld

"This? I put it down here when I was a child. My father said it was useful, but it was still there when he died. I don't need it for making paper, and the customers don't buy it because they think it's old. I just keep it as a souvenir.

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After the store owner finished speaking, Chujiu quickly expressed his embarrassment, not knowing that it belonged to the old store owner.

Chujiu muttered something in his mouth, his old man's old man seemed to like this kind of old yellow paper.

"Hey, keep it. When I see it, I will think of my father. Since your family likes it, I will give it to you."

On the ninth day of the lunar month, I just stuffed 50 yuan into the store owner, saying that I would just buy a paper to thank the store owner's father.

I know very well about the nature of urine on the ninth day of the lunar month. I am usually very stingy and would never spend fifty yuan on a piece of torn yellow paper, so I didn’t ask anything.

On the way to the farmer's market, Chujiu said that the yellow paper was a talisman paper. If he sold it to knowledgeable people for a thousand yuan, he would probably get it. He got a big deal this time.

"Aren't you afraid of being blamed?" I casually hit this little Taoist priest who was taking advantage of others.

"What kind of karma do I bear? I bought it with money, okay? This is a transaction, we owe nothing to each other!"

Chujiu curled his lips and said that it would be a waste for ordinary people to buy it and burn it.

Even his old man's old man drawing talisman may not be 100% successful.

"Guo Guo, Boss Deng!"

Following the direction Chu Jiu pointed, I saw Deng Deyou wandering in front of a shop with his hands behind his back, followed by two middle-aged men.

Deng Deyou also saw us, with surprise on his face and walked towards us.

"Little brother, why are you here? Ding Hao also said that you went back to your hometown to celebrate the New Year. I was still sad for a long time."

I told Boss Deng to buy some sacrificial supplies, take care of some matters, and prepare to go back to celebrate the New Year, which would only last a day or two.

When Deng Deyou heard that we were buying these things, he was not surprised that there was anything wrong. After all, he knew our details.

On the ninth day of the lunar month, I said goodbye to Boss Deng and said I was going to rent a van to haul my things.

Deng Deyou quickly asked a man behind him to drive the truck over, saying that it happened that they were also here to purchase things, so he could just help us deliver them.

When we were loading the goods and preparing to leave, Deng Deyou forced Chujiu and me into two red envelopes.

After Chujiu opened it in the car and took a look at the amount, he said it was contaminated with karma again.

Deng Deyou gave each of us a red envelope worth 500 yuan.

The truck followed Chujiu's request and drove to the gate of Qinglong Temple. The man helped unload the goods and drove away.

"Why are you here?"

I'm confused, where can't I burn the paper? Isn't it better to burn it in a place with less people?

Chu Jiu rolled his eyes at me again and said that it was really as crazy as I said, and hundreds of dollars would have been wasted. It was really just a waste of money.

The sacrifice finally turned into a pile of paper ashes, and Jing'er received nothing.

This type of sacrificial offering is different from paper money. Paper money, ingots, incense candles can be burned directly to the designated person.

These items need to be enchanted before they can be sent to the underworld.

The door of Qinglong Temple was ajar, and there was no one inside.

There was a layer of ashes on the altar table in the temple, indicating that Master Vidyadhara had not been in the temple for a few days.

On the ninth day of the lunar month, I took three sticks of incense on the altar, lit them, and bowed to the Buddha statue.

"Guo Guo, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, you should also pay your respects."

In the northwest corner of the courtyard of Qinglong Temple, Chujiu picked up a bamboo stick and drew some runes on the ground.

After drawing for half an hour, Chujiu collapsed on the ground exhausted. He asked me to help put the purchased sacrificial supplies into the runes he drew.

After resting for a long time, Chujiu got up and ran to the water tank in the yard, picked up the water gourd, scooped out a full gourd of cold water, and drank it all in one gulp.

"This matter is really energy-consuming. I finally have a clearer mind."

On the ninth day of the lunar month, he returned to the southwest corner and threw me a box of matches. He told me that when he started to recite the incantation, he could light the sacrifices. Before the sacrifices were burned, his steps should not be disordered.

After I answered, Chujiu took out a piece of talisman paper from the small cloth bag in his belt and clamped it between his fingers.

What was different from the past was that this time the talisman paper was not lit. Chujiu picked up the bamboo stick on which the talisman was drawn before with his right hand and held it in his hand.

This time Chujiu cast a spell, it was the first time I heard Chujiu recite such a long spell.

Chujiu winked at me, looked at the sky, determined the direction, stepped out, and said at the same time:

"Incense smoke penetrates the universe and turns into thousands of billions of auspicious clouds. The sacred auspicious clouds appear. They step on the colorful clouds and descend to the Dharma altar to protect the disciples' enlightenment. The Dharma power never retreats with them. The Dharma body appears at all times. The power of the spell shakes the nine heavens and all heavens.

The divine power is boundless and urgent as a law."

I then lit the villa in the sacrificial offering. After the fire started, a small tornado floated towards the Zhizha villa, seeming to extinguish the flames.

Chujiu took another step, pointed the bamboo stick in his hand at the fire, and continued to chant:

"Nine Gong Bagua, Yuan Henry Zhen, the ancestor of the Five Elements, Liu Jia Liu Ding, Qian Zun Yao Ling, Kun Shun Nei Ying, Er Yi Jiao Tai, Yong Ning Qing Qing, Er Bao Tongzi, Liu Jia on the left shoulder, Liu Ding on the right shoulder, the accurate report is clear,

Sanqi Liuyi, Jiuyao Xingjun, Ziqin, Zicheng, Ziqiao, Ziqing, Zigong, Zixiang, Zizhong, Ziwei, Ziwei, Yongshu disciples, infinite magic power, great display of magical powers, I serve Jiutian

Xuannv, Beidou Star Lord, Haotian Lord, Zhenwu Emperor, Taishang Laojun, are as urgent as the law."

The tiny tornado floated past Zhizha Villa.

The tornado seemed to be annoyed because it did not extinguish the fire, and became stronger. It turned back not far ahead and floated over again.

By this time, the Zhizha Villa had been burned to ashes. The fire was burning towards the Desert Eagle pistol and M16 submachine gun.

Chujiu's face began to turn red, he gritted his teeth and took another step forward, chanting:

"The Patriarch gave me the writing pen. The Patriarch gave me the writing pen. You have not ordered it to be a mortal pen. I have turned it into a consecrating pen. It has made the sky clear, the earth and the earth are spiritual, everyone is prosperous, the gods and gods are revived, and the fierce gods and evil ghosts are walking slowly.

If you don't stop, I will order the sacrifices and be on my way, as hastily as the law."

After finishing reciting, Chujiu waved the bamboo stick in his right hand and pointed at the sacrificial objects one by one.

The tornado now became one foot thick and rolled towards the sacrifice crazily. But it stopped in front of the runes drawn on the ninth day of the lunar month and could not move forward at all.

As the wind became stronger, the surrounding soil, dust and fallen leaves began to float up.

After a burst of dirt and dust floated over, it fell on the runes drawn on the ninth day of the month, and the runes became less obvious.

Apparently the tornado was preparing to blow away the runes with dust and then rush into the sacrifices.

By this time, the last few sets of clothes had been burned to ashes, and only a small pager was left, which was just beginning to burn.

Chujiu's eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be clenching his teeth to hold on. His figure was shaky, and he was about to fall to the ground.

"Brother, no! Stop immediately!"


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