Volume 2 Chapter 2: Sophora japonica to obtain Yin
Although my mother had not known what business my father and I were in for many years, she had some idea of what was going on because she had seen things that could ward off evil spirits in our home. Without saying anything, she took me to Fu's house.
Fu Xueman's father is Fu Xiwen, an honest farmer who squatted on the ground smoking and ignored us when he saw us coming. Fu Xueman's mother, Aunt Ping, is a tough person. She was crying like a tearful person. When she saw me coming, she started to scold me. My mother kept pulling me in the dark, afraid that I would cause trouble again. I nodded. After all, what I did last night was wrong. I shouldn't have taken out the urn to scare people. I didn't dare to say anything.
Mr. Luo was still burning incense. He was in his forties, with a sly look. When he heard Xue Man's mother's scolding, he knew who I was, but he didn't even look at me. He knelt in front of the incense and candles and muttered, "Chopstick God, Chopstick Fairy, you always sit in the middle of the boat..."
This is to invite the "Chopstick God". Besides burning incense, folk sorcerers and witches use this "unique skill" to deceive people. They stand two chopsticks upright in a bowl of water, saying that the Chopstick God has come down. Anyone who sees it will think it is magical and will definitely believe it. However, this is not how you really invite the Chopstick God, because water has an adsorption effect and the two chopsticks support each other, so anyone can stand it upright in the bowl (if you don't believe it, you can try it yourself). It is purely a trick to deceive people.
The real method is to use a chopstick, recite the spell, and it will stand up by itself. That means the chopstick god has arrived.
I didn't expose it, it 's professional ethics. I went to Fu Xiwen to apologize first, he was gloomy and didn't say anything. Aunt Ping was still scolding, I thought it was the cry of a crow, and looked at Fu Xueman lying on the bed.
She opened her eyes, looked listless, and stared at the roof without blinking. She was still mumbling something under her breath, but Aunt Ping's scolding was too loud, so I couldn't hear what she was saying. But judging from the dark shadow between her eyebrows, she was indeed possessed by evil spirits. If we look deeper, it's possible that she was possessed by a ghost.
I frowned and thought to myself that when she left our house last night, it was just past eight o'clock. There are very few ghosts hanging around at this time of the day. How could she have been possessed?
I had to see if she was possessed by a ghost. It was the same as the traditional Chinese medicine of "looking, smelling, asking and feeling". If she was just possessed by an evil spirit, drinking some magic water would be fine. If she was possessed by a ghost, it would be a bit troublesome. It would be difficult to prevent her from approaching their daughter.
My mother stepped forward and held Aunt Ping's hand, admitting her fault with tears in her eyes, saying that she had brought her bastard son here, and that he had learned some Maoshan techniques when he was in the army, and she wanted to show it to Xue Man. Oh, when did my mother learn to lie? But it was appropriate to say so.
Mr. Luo seemed to have heard it, he snorted, and squinted at me with a very dissatisfied look. The meaning was very clear, the Fu family hired him, and I came to interfere, firstly to steal his business, and secondly to look down on him, because after all this time, I still couldn't cure Fu Xueman.
When Aunt Ping saw Mr. Luo's reaction, she immediately started to scold me again, saying that I had learned Maoshan magic. Everyone in the town knew that I was not doing my job properly. I opened a black shop in the middle of the night. I didn't know what illegal business I was doing. Their daughter fell in love with me because of the good deeds of the Xi family's eighteen generations of ancestors. I didn't know what was good for me and harmed her daughter. The more she scolded me, the more I went off the topic. I was furious when I heard it.
Damn it, it seems that people have been speculating about me behind my back. They all know that I am not a good person, so why did you let your daughter go on a blind date with me? I saw that my mother had no choice, but since I had come here, knowing that Fu Xueman was possessed by evil spirits, it would not be appropriate to leave like this. After all, I was still worried about Mr. Luo's deceptive tricks.
"1, 2, 3 , 4, 5..." Fu Xueman suddenly sat up from the bed and counted loudly, which scared my mother. Aunt Ping may have seen this kind of thing many times, so she was not surprised. She pressed her on the bed and cried and coaxed her.
I touched my nose. What did she mean by counting? I turned around and saw a big locust tree in the yard. I couldn't help but wonder. Locust trees are as yin as willow trees. Locust trees are especially known as "ghost trees" in the folk since ancient times. They are named after ghosts hidden in the trees. Planting a locust tree at home, isn't that asking for trouble? Thinking of this, an idea came to me. Locust trees are connected to ghosts and are very close to the house. I can use a method from the tree to find out whether Fu Xueman is possessed by a ghost. If he is really possessed by a ghost, I can make him show up.
"Mom, I'll wait for you outside." I pretended that I couldn't stand Aunt Ping's insults and turned around to go out.
I knew my mother would not come out soon and would have to apologize inside for a while. I walked directly to the locust tree and looked back. Everyone in the room was staring at the "Chopstick God" on the altar. No one was paying attention to me. I took out a bamboo stick, pierced my fingertip, let the stick get a little blood, and stuck it into the bark. I took out a piece of yellow paper and folded it into a paper man. I wrote Fu Xueman's name on it with a pen, and tied a red rope around the waist of the paper man and hung it on the bamboo stick.
This practice is called "locust tree to take yin", using the yin energy of the locust tree as a guide to check what kind of evil spirit has possessed the people in the house. I quietly recited a few yin-taking spells, and the bamboo stick slowly turned black under my gaze. The paper man hanging in the air began to sway gently, and there was movement! A picture of black air quietly spread from the head of the paper man to all directions, and finally covered the whole body. It was particularly creepy to look at it in broad daylight!
Sure enough, he is possessed by a ghost!
At this moment, I turned around and saw my mother coming out. I quickly used the blood on my finger to draw a golden spell on the paper man. The paper man took energy from the locust wood, and the locust wood was connected to the ghost's energy in the house. What I did was to transfer the spell to the ghost through the locust wood as a bridge.
"Ah" a shrill scream suddenly sounded in the house, and I got goose bumps on my back.
The room immediately became noisy with shouting, the sound of things being thrown, and the sound of noisy footsteps. My mother turned around at the door, her face suddenly changed, and she held onto the door frame, not daring to move.
I ran over in a hurry, took out a yellow talisman and handed it to her, and went into the house without saying anything. When I entered the house, I saw that it was really messy. The incense burner on the altar was overturned, and the ashes and sand were scattered all over the floor. The two chopsticks in the bowl were missing and were stuck in Mr. Luo's collar. He had a black eye and was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing like crazy, looking extremely embarrassed.
Fu Xiwen and Aunt Ping carried Fu Xueman and ran around the house, causing Aunt Ping to stumble and fall. Fu Xueman screamed as she ran, her face full of black air, her eyes staring in a hideous and terrifying manner, she didn't look like a human at all!
"Well, nephew, you have learned Maoshan magic, right? Help us..."
When Fu Xiwen saw me coming back, he panted and asked me for help. But before he could finish his words, Aunt Ping scolded him, "He knows nothing, you have a pig brain, and you still want him to harm our daughter."
Mr. Luo raised his head from the ground and said, "Yes, yes, it's because of his coming that we offended the chopstick god and turned into this situation." Then he glared at me, pulled out the chopsticks from his collar and started fiddling with the bowl again.
