Chapter 204: Opening the altar and practicing, interesting stories of walking in the underworld
Li Daoxuan was attracted by the four words "Maoshan Zou Yin".
Walking in the Yin, also known as passing through the Yin, is a Taoist technique that involves entering the Yin world from the Yang world, bringing in the souls of the dead in the Yin world, and letting them temporarily possess one's body.
Generally, the relatives of the deceased are worried and want to see the deceased again, so they will look for the ghost.
There is also a popular art of walking on ghosts among the people, but it has many rules, and if any one of them is not done well, it could lead to tragedy.
For example, the master had told him that there was once a sorcerer who knew some tricks of going after someone else and made money from it. He had a rule that anyone who came to him for going after someone else must be a relative of the person he was going after, otherwise he would not accept them.
However, one time, a constable gave him the victim's birth date and horoscope in order to solve a case, and lied that it was his sister. As a result, after being possessed by the sorcerer, because there was no relative to comfort him, he became extremely vicious and not only killed the constable, but also mutilated the sorcerer's body.
However, Maoshan is a top Taoist sect on par with Longhushan, and their secret techniques are obviously far superior to those of ordinary sorcerers.
Li Daoxuan looked at the man and found that he was a very young fat boy.
He was wearing a loose Taoist robe, but it still couldn't cover his round belly. His face was also chubby, and he looked a bit naive when he smiled.
There was a strange look in Li Daoxuan's eyes. He didn't know whether the other party was from Maoshan or not, but in his Dharma eyes, the fat boy was full of energy, with clear eyes, and had the authentic magical power fluctuations of the Xuanmen.
It was probably the initial stage of Bigu fasting.
It is absolutely incomparable to those quacks.
Out of curiosity, Li Daoxuan moved closer.
There were a lot of people watching. Many of them were both afraid and curious about the Yin-walking. Others thought the fat boy was very young, with a fat head and big ears, and did not look like a Taoist master, so they started to talk about it.
"He looks too young, he must be a liar!"
"Nine times out of ten, in broad daylight, you're still doing something shady?"
"I guess the so-called Yin-walking technique must be an act!"
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The little fat man heard the discussion and got a little angry. He said loudly, "If you don't believe me, go ahead and try it. I'll pay you ten times the price if it's fake!"
Under the slogan of "ten times the compensation for fake products", some people finally couldn't hold back.
A middle-aged woman came over and handed over ten copper coins.
"Little Taoist priest, let me give it a try."
The little fat man quickly put away the copper coins with his chubby hands, and laughed so hard that his eyes were almost invisible. He asked, "Who do you want to see?"
The middle-aged woman sighed and said, "I want to see my little son. He was naughty by nature and accidentally drowned last summer."
The little fat boy handed over yellow paper and a brush.
"Please write down the date of birth of your youngest son."
The middle-aged woman wrote it doubtfully and asked, "Is this all right?"
"It's okay. Just don't be afraid when you see your little son later."
After that the fat boy started to perform rituals, put up the incense burner, inserted three incense sticks, then rang the Sanqing bell, stepped on the Gangbu Dou, and sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice.
"I think he's playing tricks on me!"
"Why does it look a little funny?"
"Haha, let's wait and see how he performs. I'm going to expose him!"
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Li Daoxuan frowned slightly because he had sensed something was wrong.
Although it was a busy city, the gloomy energy around was gradually getting heavier, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking the sunlight.
Faced with the questioning voices of the crowd, the fat man turned a deaf ear to them. He calmly picked up the yellow paper written by the middle-aged woman and began to mutter to himself.
"The Dharma is used to connect the spirits to the netherworld. Disciple is dedicated to calling on the true spirits. It can reach the heavenly palace and the earthly palace, and quickly connect with the thousands of spirits in the netherworld!"
The next moment, a strange scene appeared.
The piece of yellow paper with his birth date written on it suddenly burned automatically and turned into ashes.
The three incense sticks in the incense burner burned quickly, turning into two short and one long.
People should avoid having three long and two short things, and incense should avoid having two short and one long things.
If three are long and two are short, people will be ill; if two are short and one is long, ghosts and gods will come.
Li Daoxuan also noticed that the handful of glutinous rice he had just sprinkled quickly turned black, as if it had lost all its vitality.
This is probably not glutinous rice, but millet rice.
The so-called millet rice is the rice for ghosts and gods to eat. It usually grows in places with heavy death energy. The vitality of the grains and the death energy of the environment are intertwined to form a very special kind of rice.
Some people in Taoism use this rice to drive away ghosts and gods.
The ghost that is about to possess the body will not do anything excessive after eating this millet.
At this moment, the people around have all kept silent. They all feel that the surroundings have become inexplicably cold and the atmosphere has become very depressing.
Some people couldn't help but quietly take a few steps back.
The middle-aged woman was not afraid. Instead, she looked at the little fat man with expectant eyes.
The little fat boy's long hair was disheveled at the moment, and his face suddenly became sinister.
"Mom, I miss you so much!"
The voice was very childish, like a child's voice, and it instantly made the people around feel cold.
"Xuan'er...is it really you?"
The middle-aged woman shuddered, but still couldn't believe it.
What if the other party is just pretending?
The little fat boy laughed and said, "Mom, it was really me. Last summer, I stole your peony silver hairpin and pawned it to buy food. Then I went swimming, but I got entangled by water plants and drowned."
Many drops of water suddenly appeared on his face, his face turned pale, and he said, "Mom, I really feel so bad!"
The middle-aged woman's pupils trembled. She had never told anyone about the loss of the peony silver hairpin.
She walked forward, step by step, towards the little fat man.
The little fat boy opened his arms and said, "Mom, I'm so cold, hug me..."
Just when everyone thought that the two were going to perform a scene of loving mother and filial son, the scene suddenly changed.
The middle-aged woman suddenly pulled out a peach wood branch from the table and angrily said, "So it was you who stole my peony hairpin, you spendthrift! That was my dowry!"
Bang!
She hit the fat boy with a stick.
The little fat boy suddenly let out a scream, showing a ferocious expression and baring his teeth.
"Hey! You little bastard, you're rebelling. How dare you yell at your mother?"
Bang!
Another stick.
The little fat boy was completely confused. I have already turned into a ghost, why am I still so scary?
He trembled and said, "Mom, I was wrong, please forgive me..."
There was no way. The blood suppression engraved in his bones made it difficult for him to resist even if he became a ghost.
The middle-aged woman held the peach wood in one hand and pinched her waist with the other, saying, "Recite the Thousand Characters that the Master taught you, quickly! I won't beat you if you recite it well."
The little fat boy was trembling, looking distressed, and he counted on his fingers as he recited.
"The sky and earth are dark yellow, the universe is vast and boundless. The sun and moon wax and wane, the stars are in a line. Winter comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter stores. The leap year makes up the rhythm ..."
He hesitated and couldn't recite it for a long time.
The middle-aged woman was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. She cursed, "As expected, you little bastard. You have never memorized more than four sentences . It's been a year since I died, how come you haven't made any progress at all!"
She waved the peach wood and chased the little fat boy.
For a moment, there was chaos on the stage and the people below were laughing.
This is probably the least scary thing ever.
In the end, Li Daoxuan couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to stop the middle-aged woman from beating him.
The middle-aged woman left feeling refreshed. Before leaving, she left her address and asked Li Daoxuan to give it to the fat boy, saying that she could visit her regularly in the future. She wanted to check on her youngest son's academic performance every month.
“Hiss! It hurts!”
After the middle-aged woman left, the little fat boy slowly woke up and his walking in the underworld was over.
He felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and when he lifted his sleeves, he saw purple streaks appearing all over.
"Strange, I clearly spilled millet, how come I'm still injured?"
I'm afraid he would never have imagined in his dreams that the one who hurt him was not a ghost, but a human.
