The door was not closed at all, Kaohsiung walked into the old house, which was also dilapidated enough, and there was half a bowl of gruel on the kitchen stove, it was evening, but there was still no fire. In the back room, there was a wooden bed, and a table was placed in front of it, and a young man in a sleeveless white vest sat on the edge of the bed, holding the table with his hands on his hands, and was reading a book while munching on a flatbread. The book looked more dilapidated than the excavated artifacts, and there were several other pieces of paper on the table, which were also very broken, and there were many strange patterns and words painted on them.

Seeing Kaohsiung walk into the house, the young man was stunned for a few seconds and said, "Are you here to find water to drink? There is a well opposite." ”

"Are you Pan Zai?" Kaohsiung replied.

"It's me, you, how do you know me?" asked the young man, putting down half of the bread in his hand. Kaohsiung explained his intentions, Pan Tsai was even more surprised, and he didn't say anything for a while.

Kaohsiung thought that he couldn't understand his Cantonese Mandarin, so he repeated: "I suspect that I have fallen on the head, and I heard that you are practicing spells, so I want you to help me see if I can solve it!"

Pan Zai opened his mouth wide: "You, are you here to exorcise evil spirits from me?"

Kaohsiung was a little impatient, and grabbed his vest and shook it vigorously: "Can you understand Chinese? Yes, I came to you to exorcise evil spirits and untie your head, do you know what it means to lower your head?

Pan Zai's expression changed from surprise to joy, and even excitement, and hurriedly asked who told you. Kaohsiung told him that he was two old women from a neighboring village, and Pan Tsai suddenly lost his excitement and was a little deflated. Kaohsiung looked at the broken book on the table, and the few pieces of paper, and asked what it was, Pan Zai replied: "It was given to me by a friend, he is from Miaoli, my grandfather used to be a Maoshan magician, and after his death, he passed this rune to his father, and when it reached his generation, he had no interest in learning Maoshan art, so he threw it at home." A few years ago, he went to South Australia to visit relatives, but I didn't expect that the relatives had moved, so I let him stay at home for a few nights, and I was alone anyway. I had a good chat with him, and when I was leaving, he gave me this rune book and asked me if I was interested in learning, and I was coming. ”

"And then start learning Maoshan technique?" asked Kaohsiung.

Pan Zai nodded: "Yes, yes, my parents died early, they didn't have the strength to farm, and they didn't know what to do well." I heard that the Maoshan technique can drive away evil spirits after learning it, so I wanted to try it. Kaohsiung asked him how many years he had been studying, and Pan Zai thought about it and said that it had been more than three years.

Kaohsiung hurriedly asked, "Is there any effect?" Pan Zai seemed embarrassed, saying that no one had asked him to do something to exorcise evil spirits for the time being, so he didn't know. Kaohsiung asked him to show himself, Pan Zai rubbed his hands nervously, asked Kaohsiung to sit down, stretched out his hand to open his eyelids and observed carefully: "There are no vertical lines in the eyeballs." Then he went around his back, put his hand into Kaohsiung's shirt, and touched his back: "There is no coolness." He took out another needle, came to Kaohsiung and grabbed his left hand, pierced it in the middle finger and squeezed out the blood. Kaohsiung saw that the blood was actually a little black.

"Ink Blood ......" Pan Tsai muttered to himself, rummaging in the house for a long time, and finally found a few paper bags from the two bamboo baskets hanging on the roof beams, filled a large bowl with water, and opened the paper bags, which contained light gray powder. Pan Tsai carefully picked out two kinds of powder and threw them in the water, stirred them well with chopsticks, and then squeezed the blood from Kaohsiung's finger belly again, and dripped a few drops into the bowl. The large bowl was placed on the table, and Kaohsiung clearly saw that the few drops of blood did not spread out in the water as usual, but slowly sank to the bottom of the bowl in a circle, and gently trembled from side to side, like a few small water balloons.

Without waiting for Kaohsiung to ask, Pan Tsai asked him to lie down immediately, moved a wooden stool and sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to press Kaohsiung's forehead, and said, "I'm going to recite a mantra now, if you have a more abnormal feeling, just say it!" Kaohsiung nodded again and again. Pan Tsai began to chant in a low voice, at first Kaohsiung was nothing, and after a few minutes, he gradually felt that his face was hot, and his palms were numb, and it became more and more obvious. In the end, the face is like a tandoor fire, and the palm of the hand is numb like a release after being pressed for a long time.

Pan Zai stopped chanting, took an old cloth and handed it to Kaohsiung. Kaohsiung didn't understand what it meant, Pan Tsai pointed to his face, Kaohsiung wiped it with his hand, it was hot and greasy, and then it was full of blood. He hurriedly wiped it with an old cloth, only to realize that the blood from his nose had flowed into his neck, and the palms of his hands were swollen and uncomfortable.

"You did get a headshot," Pan said happily. Kaohsiung was so angry that he said how happy are you when I lower my head. Pan Tsai apologized repeatedly, saying that no one usually came to him to cast spells, but now he is finally useful, and finally proved that the mantras and magic books he has learned in the past few years have been effective, instead of being idle as the people in the village say.

Kaohsiung said: "It seems that I am your test subject! Then let me ask you, what kind of head drop in me now?

Pan Tsai shook his head: "I can't see it now, let me think about it." He pushed the torn books on the table aside, took the patterned pieces of torn paper, picked out two, and muttered quietly as he pointed at them.

Kaohsiung asked, "Can I get out of the way?" Pan Zai ignored him, and just looked at it seriously. Kaohsiung was so anxious that he went to the house, going back and forth in the house, and finally Pan Zai threw all the broken papers aside, seemingly a little irritable. Kaohsiung was just about to ask, but Pan Zai suddenly ran out of the house. Kaohsiung shouted: "Hey, will it be solved? Even if it doesn't work, you don't have to run away, right?"

Out of the house, Kaohsiung walked to the door on the other side, which seemed to be inhabited, full of debris and dust. Pan Tsai was struggling to remove the old wardrobe placed against the wall, and there was a small crockpot behind it, which was sealed. Pan Zai dragged the crockpot out, opened the sealed paper, took out a few rolls of paper from it, blew the ashes, and then left the house and returned to the previous bedroom. Kaohsiung followed behind his buttocks, Pan Zai sat on the edge of the bed, spread the paper roll on the table, looked at it carefully, pointed to a certain piece of paper and said, "I think I need to use this law book." ”

"What do you mean by Faben?" Kaohsiung couldn't help but ask. Pan Tsai ignored him, as if he was talking to himself, he asked Kaohsiung to lie on the bed and rest for a few hours, he had to recite the mantras in the Dharma book first, and also combined with some mantras in the Maoshan technique, which could not be completed immediately.

There was no way for Kaohsiung to sleep first, the toss just now also made him a little tired, groggy and sleepy for a few hours, and then woke up it was dark, Kaohsiung smelled the fragrance of rice porridge wafting from the kitchen, and his stomach was a little hungry. When I got up and went out, I saw Pan Tsai cooking porridge in the kitchen and putting out two large bowls. Kaohsiung was not polite, sat on the small bench next to the stove, ate the pickles in the small plate, and soon drank a large bowl of porridge. Kaohsiung is accustomed to eating big fish and meat, and now he feels very fragrant when he eats simple porridge dishes in the countryside. Look at the pot again, there is nothing.