"Oh! Tell me." Fang Xiaoyu was more interested in Xiaobixian's life experience.
The bald man nodded and said: "This school beauty was electrocuted three years ago. Later, the school was often haunted, so the principal asked someone to find Taoist Wang. Taoist Wang couldn't do it alone, so he called me. We two
We went to the north to perform a ritual ceremony together. At that time, both Taoist Wang and I couldn't suppress the resentful spirit. In desperation, we had to seal the dead girl's human soul in a cinnabar jade pen. Because cinnabar has extremely strong magical properties.
It has an exorcism effect. If you use this resentful soul to draw an evil charm, it will have a miraculous effect of fighting poison with poison."
Speaking of this, the bald man couldn't help but cursed: "This Taoist priest is extremely stingy. In order to cheat my salary, he made this cinnabar jade pen so impressive that he gave it to me when I was moved.
Give it to me and say it's for wages. That's it, this money becomes mine."
"However, I have been worried that this resentful spirit will come out, so I dare not use this cinnabar pen easily. I am afraid that I will accidentally erase the runes on it and let this dead girl come out to harm others. Unexpectedly, Mr. Fang slept
As soon as I fell asleep, I put this girl to sleep. She didn't press your bed, but fell into your dreams and served you. In the past, I didn't dare to put the pen in the room at night. Because as soon as I put it in the room, this damn girl
He will definitely chase me with a knife in my dream."
After hearing this, Shan Meizi's father glanced at the bald man and said, "Of course, how can you be compared with Mr. Fang? You know, our Meishan Patriarch can't stand his worship!"
"Yes! Life is different!" The bald man stared at Fang Xiaoyu with envy.
Fang Xiaoyu smiled and said to the father of the mountain girl: "Uncle, please take me to see your clan leader! I want to ask him to cast a snow mountain spell for me."
"Okay!" Shan Meizi's father stood up with a smile on his face and winked at Fang Xiaoyu: "Come on, I want to ask our old patriarch to take a look at your face with his heavenly eyes! Let's see what you are doing.
Where is the great god from?"
After that, he took Fang Xiaoyu and the bald man to Xuefeng Village, the home of the old patriarch. At this time, the old patriarch was taking a nap in the house.
His son was in the hall, and Shan Meizi's father took the initiative to greet the patriarch's son.
"Dazhuang, I brought an expert here today, and I want to ask the old patriarch to cast a snow mountain spell on him."
Shan Meizi's father smiled and nodded towards the patriarch's son, and immediately introduced Fang Xiaoyu to him: "Come, this is the master I call. I want the old patriarch to cast the Snow Mountain Curse on him, and then
Show him his past and present lives."
"Casting the Snow Mountain Curse?" Seeing Fang Xiaoyu come to his home with empty hands, the patriarch's son glanced at him a little unhappily and said, "It's no problem to cast the Snow Mountain Curse. But if it's a foreigner, I have to ask first.
I asked our ancestors whether they agreed or not."
To put it bluntly, when this guy saw that Fang Xiaoyu didn't bring anything, he deliberately made things difficult for him.
"Oh! How do you ask?" Fang Xiaoyu asked calmly.
The patriarch's son pointed to the side room with a proud look on his face and said: "In a moment, I will take you to my father's practice hall. You have to kneel down and worship the ancestors of our Meishan. Then, I will
Shang incense and ask them questions. If there are no problems, my father will agree to help you cast the Snow Mountain Curse."
Hearing this, Shan Meizi's father became anxious.
He said to the patriarch's son with a worried look on his face: "Dazhuang, you must not do this. Just now, because of Mr. Fang, I worshiped the statue of the ancestor of our family's altar, and even the incense burner was knocked over.
. Mr. Fang’s horoscope is so big that even our ancestor can’t bear to bow to him. You must not do this.”
"You're just kidding, Patriarch Meishan was worshiped by thousands of people, but he can't stand the worship of this kid. Damn it!" The patriarch's son glanced at Shan Meizi's father with disdain.
Hearing the sound, the bald man on the side also followed up: "Dazhuang, what Brother Zhong said just now is absolutely true. This young man's horoscope is surprisingly big. We would like to ask the clan leader to come out and help check his past and present lives.
"
After hearing this, the patriarch's son became even more proud: "If you want my father to help you see the past and present lives, then this boy must worship the statue of the ancestor. This is a rule. Otherwise, even if my father comes, there will be no
I can help him understand his past and present lives."
Hearing this, Fang Xiaoyu roughly understood what the patriarch's so-called celestial eye was. It is estimated that the superpowers of this guy are not magical powers that he has cultivated by himself, but obtained through the medium. For example, the ghost-raising technique, let the little ghost check it on his behalf, and
Go through the underworld and ask some dead souls from the past to get information about the other party.
This aroused his curiosity even more.
He felt that it was very necessary to find out what magical powers this patriarch had today.
Fang Xiaoyu smiled and persuaded Shan Meizi's father on the side: "Uncle, it's okay. Why don't you just bow to me? Since this is the rule, let's just follow it."
"Mr. Fang, I'm afraid..." Shan Meizi's father was afraid that something bad would happen to Fang Xiaoyu after he became the patriarch.
Fang Xiaoyu smiled and said disapprovingly: "It's okay. The patriarch's son doesn't mind, so what should we mind? Besides, when I was worshiping at your house just now, the statue of the ancestor fell down. Maybe it was a coincidence. It's hard to say.
"
"Okay! If Mr. Fang doesn't mind, then I don't have anything to say." Shan Meizi's father sighed helplessly, with an inexplicable expectation in his heart.
In fact, he also wanted to see if Fang Xiaoyu really had such a strong destiny that even his ancestor could not bear such a great gift.
He was just guessing about this.
In fact, it was not only Shan Meizi's father who had this idea, but also the bald man and Fang Xiaoyu himself wanted to verify it again.
"Let's go! Boy, come with me!" The patriarch's son sneered and glanced at Fang Xiaoyu aside, thinking: If this kid doesn't bring any benefits, who the hell is going to cast the Snow Mountain Curse on you!
After he decided to burn incense later, he deliberately made things difficult for Fang Xiaoyu on the grounds that his ancestor did not agree. In this way, he would not only offend Shan Meizi's father, but also make this kid's trip in vain.
After a while, everyone came to the side room, which was the Dharma hall where the patriarch recited mantras and practiced.
It is filled with portraits of the Meishan Patriarch, as well as the ancestors and famous teachers of Xuefeng Village.
The patriarch's son stepped forward and took three sticks of incense, lit them and put them in, and then paid homage. Shan Meizi's father and the bald man beside him also knelt down and paid homage.
Only Fang Xiaoyu stood there motionless.
He quietly looked at the portraits hanging on the wall, trying to see clearly who these people painted.
"Boy, you should come here and pay homage! Aren't you asking my father to cast the Snow Mountain Curse? Foreigners ask our Master Meishan to cast the spell. The first step is to obtain the consent of the ancestor." The son of the clan leader said angrily.
He rolled his eyes at Fang Xiaoyu.
"Okay!" Fang Xiaoyu nodded, and immediately clasped his hands together, ready to bow to the statue of the Patriarch in front of him.
I didn't want to, but at this moment I heard a soft drink coming from behind me.
"etc!"
Everyone turned around and saw a man in his seventies but with a very strong body slowly entering the house. (To be continued)