Requiem Chapter 70: Opening of the Altar
At this time, it is almost noon, that is, twelve o'clock noon. This is the time of the day when the Yang energy is the strongest, and it is also the best time to start the ritual.
Fine rays of sunlight filtered in from outside the curtains, casting dots of golden light, and the temperature in the originally cold living room also rose.
Old Zhao walked to the center of the room, looked around, then raised the suitcase to his chest. He suddenly loosened his five fingers, and when the suitcase fell to his waist, he slammed his left knee upwards and pushed the suitcase back into the air. At this moment, Old Zhao's eyes, which had been slightly narrowed, suddenly opened wide, and he muttered an obscure spell. His right hand changed from a fist to a palm and slammed the suitcase heavily.
"Boom" a dull echo spread out from the box, followed by a series of clicking sounds, as if Old Zhao's knocking had just activated a metal mechanism.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
"Whoosh!" A flash of light appeared, and four red ropes flew out from the four corners of the box, firmly nailed to the four directions of the living room, east, west, south, and north, quickly and accurately, without a single error. A closer look revealed that the tops of these red ropes were tied with a sharp knife, which was firmly inserted into the wall, all the way to the handle. It was precisely because of the sharpness of the knife, coupled with the exquisite mechanism in the box, that the above actions could be completed.
"It's done!" Old Zhao withdrew his hand. Pulled by four red ropes, the suitcase swayed and stopped in mid-air, like a strangely shaped cradle.
" Yin Hun, light the fire and open the altar!" Old Zhao stroked his short beard.
"Yes, Master." Yin Hui nodded, took out a box of fine sandalwood incense and a rusty red peach wood sword from his bedroom, put the peach wood sword on the coffee table, reached out and took out three sticks of sandalwood incense of the same length, and carefully handed them to Old Zhao. Old Zhao took it, clenched his hands, bowed to the altar three times, and then inserted it into the copper furnace.
The incense burned quickly, and wisps of clear smoke swirled around, soon covering most of the room, making it impossible to tell east, west, south, and north, adding a sense of mystery.
In the smoke, only the faint breathing of the crowd and the three stars of burning sandalwood incense remained. Old Zhao sat cross-legged in front of the altar, motionless, with his hands on his thighs, and no one knew what he was doing. After about ten minutes, he slowly stood up. Yin Hun, who had been prepared, hurriedly picked up a blank yellow paper, rolled it twice in cinnabar with a small wolf hair brush, and made a sword finger in the air with his left hand, and wrote with his right hand. In just a few breaths, he completed a talisman of flying dragons and phoenixes. Old Zhao took a mouthful of Erguotou and sprayed it heavily on the yellow talisman in Yin Hun's hand, then picked it up with a peach wood sword and fought alone in the hall. These movements seemed chaotic, but in fact they were very particular. Take the steps for example, this is called "Yu Bu", which is a footwork commonly used by Maoshan disciples. It is said to be created by Xia Yu, so it is called Yu Bu. Because its steps and turns are based on the arrangement of the Big Dipper, it is like stepping on the Big Dipper, so some people call it: "Bu Gang Step Dou".
As Old Zhao moved faster and faster, the altar began to shake violently, and even the coffee table and glasses in the room began to play a symphony of percussion. The flames on the two incense sticks were sometimes short, sometimes long, and a little blue in the light yellow, as if they were ghosts from another space, swaying and dancing. The smoke made the hundreds of gods in the suitcase look illusory, real and fake, as if they were flying in the clouds. "Quick!" At the end, Old Zhao suddenly pointed the tip of his sword diagonally, through the flames, and touched the word "Tao" on the altar.
"I implore the Three Pure Ones and Three Realms, the Supreme Lord Lao, Zhang Zhao Erlang, the Old Man of Dongshan, the Little Sister of Nanshan, Fuxi Shennong, the Emperor Xuanyuan, the Great Emperor Leishen, the Saint King Pangu, the Earth Mother Yuanjun, the Jade Emperor, Hengshan Shichiro, Luoshan Jiulang, the Marshal Zhao of the Dragon and Tiger Mysterious Altar, the Three Mao Zhenjuns, the Five Stars and Twenty-Eight Mansions, and all the gods and immortals to hold talismans and spells to protect Zhao Deshui, the 65th generation descendant of Maoshan. I wish to save all living beings from suffering, subdue demons and eliminate evil, and avoid evil. I wish your power and spirit to be evident, and your calls will be answered a thousand times, and your calls will be answered ten thousand times, and your calls will be answered by themselves!"
As soon as the last word "Ling" was uttered, the entire altar burst into a ball of golden sparks, and a large word "She" was cast on the floor directly below. Then, many Tai Chi Bagua patterns emerged on all sides of it at the same time, guarding the word "She" in the middle, making it inviolable.
"Done!" Old Zhao raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his face, threw the peach wood sword back on the coffee table, and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt. It seemed that this back and forth was quite tiring and laborious.
"Grandpa, have a drink of water." Shen Feifei handed over a glass of boiled water obediently. Old Zhao smiled at her and touched her little head: "Little girl, don't be naughty next time. Grandpa still has a mustard taste in his throat. It's so uncomfortable..."
"Puchi..." Shen Feifei lowered her head embarrassedly and smiled.
Old Zhao drank the water and called Tang Yan over, "Girl, it's time for us to go too. Prepare some fast food and water and bring them in first! Remember, these Bagua patterns are your protective umbrellas. Stay under the altar obediently. With the protection of the Maoshan Patriarch, nothing will happen." After that, someone handed over a talisman, "Keep it! This is an eagle eye talisman, just like the spies in ancient times. As long as something unclean comes close, they will automatically burn up. Be careful about everything."
Tang Yan and Shen Feifei looked at each other, thanked her, and went their separate ways. Tang Yan took some necessities and a book to kill time, while Shen Feifei dragged the entire snack box that Yin Hun usually accumulated into the magic circle, which made Yin Hun's face turn pale and blue. He wondered if he had done something wrong in his previous life and offended this girl, otherwise why would she go against him and become addicted...
After walking up to her and giving her a few simple instructions, Yin Hui didn't say much. He just glared at Shen Feifei and said, "Girl, I'll settle the score with you when I get back!"
"Hmph! Just try it. If you make me angry, I'll burn your bath water to 100 degrees!" Shen Feifei put her hands on her hips and pouted.
"You are cruel!" Yin Hui finally understood that the scariest thing in the world is not wolves or tigers, but lolita. How could two women living in the same apartment have such a big difference in character?
Just like that, the two of them simply packed up a few necessities and went downstairs exhausted.
Yin Hun knew where Zhang Xiuting's grave was. It was the most remote grave mountain behind the funeral home. Most of the mountain was empty, and the number of graves with photos could be counted on ten fingers.
The two took a taxi and came to this uninhabited place. Half of the mountain was white, like a pile of skeletons.
"Mr. Zhao, you..."
Just as Old Zhao was looking around for Zhang Xiuting's place to live, a voice came from behind.
Yin Hui and Old Zhao turned around hurriedly, only to see Huang Chen, who was stunned and staring at them with a forced smile.
