Volume 1 Chapter 30 Soul Mirror
The old man might have felt his foot stepped on, so he quickly raised his foot and saw that the green beads below had been stepped on and turned into green persimmons!
Oh my god! The Soul-Piercing Bead is a special Taoist item and is rarely used. An example of returning a wrong soul like ours might be seen only once in hundreds of years. Tan Qing hasn't sold this bead in eighteen years. Besides, he said there is only one and it's very expensive. Even if he had it, we wouldn't be able to afford it.
The old man had a dark complexion, yellow eyes, and a seemingly frail body, but his hands were large and his ten knuckles were prominent. He looked like a typical country laborer. When he saw me staring at the crushed beads, he knew he was in trouble, and scratched his head woodenly, not knowing what to say.
Shen Bing ran out of the restaurant, covered her mouth, stared at the old man's hand and asked me: "Isn't that fruit salad a soul-piercing bead?"
But, who knew that you would start craving for fruit salad?
I sighed and nodded dejectedly. She glared at me and whispered to me, "You should ask him to pay for it. The beads are so expensive. I spent a thousand dollars to buy them." I wondered if he could afford it. Looking at his greasy and cheap clothes, he probably didn't have more than a few dozen dollars in his pocket.
Shen Bing spoke loudly, and the old man was shocked when he heard that the thing was worth a thousand yuan, and begged for mercy. He was a farmer from a nearby village. He came out to work during the slack season. He was responsible for guarding the morgue in the crematorium, and usually worked as a porter to earn some pocket money. Today, the restaurant received a batch of goods, so he came to work. The two jobs combined don't make much a year, and asking him to pay a thousand yuan is like digging out his heart and lungs.
When I heard that he was the one who was in charge of the morgue at the crematorium, I thought that I couldn't offend him. I had an appointment with Tan Qing tonight to perform a ritual at the crematorium, so I didn't want to anger the old man and make things difficult for us. I picked up the "persimmon cake" from the ground, frowned and thought about it. There was nothing missing. If I followed the method of refining the soul-piercing bead and boiled it in the furnace for two hours (four hours), it should be fine.
I asked the old man if he had a clay pot and charcoal. He nodded and said yes. He had chronic cold legs and often boiled herbal medicine for himself.
I said to the old man, "Then don't work today. I'll treat you to a meal, and then I'll come to your place and use the casserole." Refining the Soul-Piercing Pearl is the same as boiling medicine. No chemical reaction can occur. A casserole can avoid this chemical reaction.
The old man quickly declined, saying that it would be embarrassing to treat him to a meal after he stepped on our things. I said, "Stop wasting time, we are in a hurry," and pulled him into the restaurant.
Shen Bing followed me and whispered to me, "You got kicked in the head by a donkey!"
I nodded and pointed to the head and said, "This head was indeed kicked by a donkey, and it might have been caught by a door."
We ate in a hurry, and the old man took us to the crematorium. His name was Zhao Chengshi, and he looked honest enough.
When passing by the square outside the funeral home, I saw luxury cars parked all over the square and a constant stream of people going to the mourning hall to pay their respects. It was just a director, but the scene was as grand as Kim Jong Il's memorial service.
Entering Zhao Chengshi's duty room, this is not only a duty work place, but also a place to eat and sleep. The old man may not pay much attention to hygiene, the room is dirty and smelly. I covered my nose, and Shen Bing couldn't stand it anymore. She coughed a few times and quickly ran out.
But you know what, after staying in the room for a while and adapting to this environment, I no longer smell the bad smell. I asked Zhao Chengshi to set up the stove and dissolve the "persimmon cake" with clean water. This special material will never blend with water, and it is still very viscous after dissolving. Then pour out the water, apply ginger juice on the bottom of the casserole, and then put the soul-piercing bead solution in to start refining. Applying ginger juice is to prevent the solution from sticking to the bottom of the pot.
I went outside and mixed a handful of soil with water to make a mud, and made a bead mold with a small opening on it. The mold was air-dried outside for four hours, and it was basically solidified. At this time, around nine o'clock in the evening, I poured the solution that had been boiled into a thin soup into the mold, and then found a refrigerator to refrigerate for an hour, and it would solidify into beads, and it was done.
But the old man was reluctant to buy a refrigerator. I suddenly had an idea. Aren't the body cabinets in the morgue a ready-made refrigerator? Zhao Chengshi took us into the morgue. Damn, when we entered, there was no light on. It was pitch black and cold. The air was filled with the breath of death. I don't know how many pairs of gloomy eyes were staring at us in the dark. I got goose bumps all over my back!
Shen Bing pulled my arm and said in a trembling voice, "I, I'd better go out."
I nodded and said, "Go out. It's not good for women to stay in the morgue for a long time."
As soon as she turned around, Zhao Chengshi turned on the light, and the view in front of her suddenly became brighter. However, the old man was too stingy and only turned on one light, so the whole big house was still a little dim. Especially standing between the two rows of corpse cabinets on the left and right, the corridor in the middle looked like a ghost street in the underworld!
When Shen Bing saw the light was on, she became braver and didn't go out.
Zhao Chengshi tilted his head and counted on the row of cabinets on the left, then opened a large drawer. It was empty, so I walked up to it and put the bead mold in it.
I can't wait here for an hour, because it's almost midnight, and I have to rush to the funeral home to set up a counterattack. Otherwise, it will be too late and I'm afraid I won't find anything. Once the body is cremated tomorrow, it will be difficult to find evidence.
Zhao Chengshi said that the door we entered led to the cremation room of the crematorium, and there was another door in the room, which led to the back door of the funeral home. I pulled Shen Bing through the morgue. Damn, do they usually have to store so many bodies? The cabinets are so long, and we were so scared that we were afraid that one would jump out of the big drawer.
At the end, I saw a door. Just as I was about to push it open, I suddenly saw two rectangular mirrors standing on one side of the door, just like the dressing mirrors. I thought these two mirrors might be used to ward off evil spirits, so I didn't pay much attention to them. But girls love to be beautiful, and basically can't see the mirror. If you see a mirror and don't look at yourself, you will definitely feel uncomfortable.
Shen Bing pulled me and looked at herself in the mirror. I thought to myself, what you see in the mirror is not yourself, what are you looking at? I pulled her and was about to leave, but she seemed to be possessed, stroking her hair with both hands, and tilting her head back and forth, as if there was really herself in the mirror.
I curiously stretched my head to look at the mirror in front of her, and my hair stood up. Damn, it was indeed Shen Bing's little face, pink and tender, very watery, no wonder she was so proud of it. When I saw my face appear in the mirror, I took a breath of cold air in my heart, something was wrong, I quickly touched my chest, the softness was still there, and then turned to look at Shen Bing outside the mirror, isn't that my body?
Zhao Chengshi saw us looking in the mirror from a distance, and anxiously waved his hands and shouted, "You can't look in this mirror!"
When he shouted like that, I was shocked. This is a "soul mirror"! The best use of this mirror is to check who the ghost is who has possessed the body, or whether there are any souls left in the body. The crematorium puts the mirror in the morgue. Its function is to check whether there is a soul in the body that is going to the cremation room. In other words, whether the person is dead or not can be seen clearly under the soul mirror.
If the person is not dead and the soul is intact, the mirror will absorb the soul. Then ask the Taoist priest to return the three souls and seven spirits to the body with a spell, and the person will be resurrected. If the person is dead and the mirror is empty, it can be sent directly to the crematorium.
However, the one who can hold the corpse in such a mirror must be a Taoist master. Otherwise, if the person does not know how to use talismans to control his or her soul, the soul will enter the mirror as soon as the corpse is looked in.
Damn, why isn't there a piece of cloth covering the mirror? And the old man yelled too late. I didn't wake up early. Just as I realized the truth, Shen Bing fell to the ground, but she was still in the mirror. My eyes went dark, and I found myself in a mysterious and dark space. I reached out and touched it. Hey, what is so soft and smooth? It feels really good!
"Ah, you rascal!"
