Huang Chengcheng said: "Of course there are feelings, how can you get married without feelings? But since people have been washed away, they can't do anything about being widowed for the rest of their lives." Teacher Hu shook his head again and again, and asked me what to do if my wife died, and I quickly said that I don't have a wife, I don't even have a girlfriend, and it's a bit early to think about this now.

Mr. Hu told the two of us seriously: "People are also animals, which is true, but people are advanced animals with feelings. Many animals are no longer looking for them after they are widowed, such as swans and mandarin ducks, are people not as good as animals? If they have no feelings for their wives, then don't get married in the first place, and if they die, they will look for them again, how can they be worthy of their deceased wives? If I find a wife in the future, I have to follow this standard.

"As long as my wife can continue to accompany me," Mr. Hu looked out the window attentively, "no matter how hard I work, it will be worth it." ”

We talked until ten o'clock, and all three of us lay down on the quilt and fell asleep. At midnight, I was woken up by Huang Chengcheng, and it was only half past eleven o'clock when I looked at my watch, and Mr. Hu also rubbed his eyes and sat up, and Azan Song Lin was already sitting cross-legged in front of the altar, and there was the urn on the floor in front of him. I rolled up the two quilts and put them in the corner.

Azan Songlin asked Mr. Hu to sit cross-legged across from him, and Azan Songlin opened the urn, picked out a piece of skull about the size of a tennis ball from the transparent plastic bag inside, took a copper mortar and a small copper pestle, handed it to Huang Chengcheng, and told him to pound it into bone meal in Thai. Huang Chengcheng's face was difficult to show, and Azan Song Lin looked at him strangely.

I knew that Huang Chengcheng was timid and afraid of ghosts, so I stretched out my hand and said let me come, Huang Chengcheng is afraid of ghosts. Azan Song Lin handed me the things and glanced at Huang Chengcheng again, as if he was speechless. Actually, I don't want to do this job, I've only heard of pounding garlic, who is idle and willing to pound ashes to play? But since Huang Chengcheng is afraid of ghosts, this job has to be swallowed slowly, and it will be troublesome if he accidentally turns it over again, so he can take over. The skull fragment had been burned by the fire, crispy and crispy, and it didn't take long for it to be pounded into fine bone meal with a small heavy copper pestle. I asked Azan Songlin to check, and he nodded and said yes.

After taking the copper mortar, Azan Songlin poured all the bone meal inside on a copper tray with a mouth, took a thin candle, folded it into several pieces and threw it into the tray, and then took the alcohol stove and lit a fire under the tray to heat it. After a short time, these few small pieces of candles gradually melted, and Azan Songlin held them with a small spoon while chanting mantras in a low voice. Strangely, this mantra sounded to me different from what the previous Azan and Luang Phra had recited, and it didn't seem to be in Pali.

After the wax oil and bone meal were completely mixed, Azan Songlin took another copper pipe, and there was a thin cotton rope in it, he wrapped the tray in a thick cloth, and carefully poured the wax oil into the copper pipe, and finally the wax oil came out of the mouth of the pipe, and Azan Songlin pinched the thin cotton rope with his right hand and straightened it, so that the cotton rope was in the center of the copper pipe, and then it didn't move. Like a wood carving, his right hand was completely motionless, and after a few minutes, the wax oil gradually turned white from transparent, and Azan Songlin let go of his right hand and threw the copper pipe into the bucket placed in the corner of the wall. After another ten minutes, he took out the brass pipe, opened the buckles at both ends of the tube, and the brass pipe opened into two pieces, and the candle inside was taken out completely.

I am very familiar with this process, and the last time Azanda Linkang made spiritual wax, it was also this routine, it seems that they all have the same effect, but it is the spirit of Teacher Hu's wife, not multiple great spirits. "Master Azan Songlin, don't move when you cast the spell, let alone speak, just close your eyes, and now stretch out your hands. Huang Chengcheng instructed, Teacher Hu nodded again and again, stretched out his hands, Azan Song Lin first put the urn flat in the palms of his two hands, and then lit the candle with a match, dripped some wax oil on the urn, and sat on the candle. Finally, put this evil card of yin law oil on Mr. Hu. Azan Songlin asked me to turn off the lights in the house, and suddenly the room was dark, only the moonlight outside the window came in. He began to cast spells, reciting mantras in a low voice.

Ten minutes later, something strange happened. Although it is the middle of the night, the outside temperature must be 278 degrees, and there is no wind at all. But I saw the flame of the candle swaying back and forth, not unconsciously, but regularly stretched from side to side, as if someone was slowly blowing towards the flame from the left and right sides. By the moonlight, I saw Mr. Hu slowly lowering his head, as if he was sleepy.

"Ahh Huang Chengcheng was trembling all over, obviously afraid. Teacher Hu raised his head and looked at Huang Chengcheng. I hurriedly pressed Huang Chengcheng the floor and made a shushing motion.

Azan Songlin continued to cast the spell, and after a few more minutes, the flames of the candle began to crackle, as if there were impurities in them. Then I heard Mr. Hu open his mouth and say, "It's good to see you...... Of course...... No problem...... I promise you...... Rest assured...... Then even if he is unlucky......"

In his self-talk, the candle burned shorter and shorter, and Azan Songlin suddenly raised his voice, and at the same time changed to a mantra with a very strange tone, which I had never heard before, like chanting and chanting witch mantras, and it seemed even more strange in this dark night. Because Mr. Hu hung his head, his body also leaned forward a little, and I saw that the amulet on his chest was shaking a little, at first I thought it was because Mr. Hu's body was moving, but later I found out that it was not. The amplitude of the Buddha card is getting bigger and bigger, and it is more forward and less backward. In other words, this amulet is becoming more and more attracted in the direction of the candle.

Finally, the amulet collapsed almost diagonally, facing the direction of the candle flame, which grew longer and longer, and even made a whirring sound. When the candle burned out of the last wax oil, the flame slowly became smaller and extinguished, and the amulet returned to the vertical downward position, shook slightly, and finally stopped moving.

Azan Song Lin said to Huang Chengcheng: "Turn on the lights." Huang Chengcheng hurriedly ran over and felt the switch to turn it on, and the room was bright again. Teacher Hu slowly leaned to the side, and I reached out to hold it. Azan Song Lin said to the two of us that the yin spirit of this man has been successfully blessed into this yin oil Buddha card, and the urn can be buried at will, and there is not much residual yin qi in it. He also told Huang Chengcheng that the next time he cast a spell, he couldn't make such a fuss so casually, it was easy to disturb the Yin Spirit.

"I, I'm scared too......" Huang Chengxin said humbly. I glared at him and said that next time, if you do something bad, you will bear all the costs. Huang Chengcheng swallowed his saliva and didn't speak.

The next morning, Mr. Hu woke up and turned around, touched his head with his hand, and looked at me. I felt as if he had something to say, so I asked what it was like. Teacher Hu thought for a while: "It's so strange...... Last night I had a strange dream, I actually dreamed that I was sitting in the house, holding my wife in my arms, and she asked me if I would like to come back and continue to be with me. I said of course, she said I would say to her as I did when I was alive, and I couldn't betray her, and I said no problem. She said that if I had an outside heart and got along with someone else's woman, she would kill that woman, and don't blame her when the time comes. I said it would only be her bad luck and that I wouldn't do it, and I woke up. ”