Later, Long Yumei died, and Long Songlin sensed that her yin spirit wanted to seek revenge on Huang Chengcheng, so he gave him Gu powder. In the end, after learning the truth, Long Songlin changed his mind and let Huang Chengcheng go. A few years later, Huang Chengcheng came to him again, saying that he had already lived in Thailand, where there were many Dharma cultivators called "Azan", and persuaded Long Song Lin to also practice in the past and make money. Long Songlin didn't have any requirements for money, but he hoped that his spell could be improved, so that there would be no tragedy for the village chief, so he was moved and finally decided to follow Huang Chengcheng to Thailand. But he didn't start to undertake business immediately, but was first introduced by a white-clothed Azan, and went to the mountains in northern Thailand to follow the white-clothed Azan master to practice Southeast Asian spells, and it took four or five years to learn it, and then he came out, and Kaohsiung and I also met him.

After listening to Azan Song Lin's story, Kaohsiung and Azan Nanya and I got to know him better.

"How long has it been since you went back to the village?" I asked.

"I haven't been back since I came to Thailand, and it's been six or seven years. It's a pity that I'm not feeling well now, otherwise I would have gone back in person. ”

Wu Di asked, "I wonder if those villagers will still be hostile to you?" It seems that the answer to this will be known when we get to the village.

In order not to let the villagers misunderstand, and we don't need to steal it, I used my mobile phone to record a video clip for Azan Song Lin, and asked him to dictate it, telling the villagers that these three are his friends, because of his own health, he entrusted others to go back to the old house to get some things out, it is an ancestral witch curse book, I hope the villagers will not embarrass them.

In the blink of an eye, before departure, in order to prevent emergencies, Kaohsiung asked Azambudan to bring some head oil in the most concealed way, otherwise it would be difficult to pass the security check at the airport. Finally, Azambudan sprinkled the head-lowering powder into the sandwich of the leather bag I carried, the color of the powder was the same as the lining of the leather bag, and it was difficult to spot without looking closely.

After passing through the security check, Kaohsiung, Kaohsiung and Azanbudan took a plane from Bangkok to Guangzhou, then transferred to Nanning and then to Beihai. From the urban area to the northeast, from the county seat to the countryside, the terrain is becoming more and more complex, and they all go over the mountains and mountains. A van was hired in the township, and the driver had previously worked as a chicken and duck collector in dozens of nearby villages, and was familiar with the villages hundreds of kilometers away. After receiving 200 yuan from us, Kaohsiung showed the driver the address written by Azan Songlin, and the driver said that he could find it, and he had been to his village before, and happily agreed. But it's almost evening, and I'm going to leave tomorrow.

"Let's go now," Kaohsiung smoked a cigarette, "we have urgent matters in a hurry, anyway, you know the road, it's a big deal that we'll give you more money." The driver thought about it, asked for an extra 200 yuan, and agreed. Long story short, bumpy two or three hours in the van to this village. When I arrived, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, and I couldn't see the terrain and layout of the village clearly, I could only see that it was relatively desolate, and the houses were very old in the moonlight, with gray walls and black tiles, scattered between the hillsides.

Before, Azan Song Lin drew a detailed topographic map of the village, just because he was afraid that we would not find anyone to inquire about the road, and we could find it ourselves. He drew in great detail that there were two entrances to and from the village, one south and one north, but the north side was usually on foot, and all of them were narrow paths leading to the mountains and fields to the north, and the road to the south was slightly wider and barely accessible by car. We entered the village from the south, and the moonlight was very bright tonight, shining brightly in the village, so in order to not alarm the local villagers as much as possible, Kaohsiung asked the driver to turn off the headlights and drive slowly.

Following the guidance of Azan Songlin's map, we were able to find his home without any problems, and a thick horizontal line was drawn in red letters on the wooden door of the courtyard wall, indicating that there were shamans living here. Park the van outside the courtyard wall, which is so low that I don't have to tiptoe to see inside. Kaohsiung stretched out his hand to push the courtyard door, and opened it in response, and the door shaft made an exaggerated rattling sound, which seemed harsh in the night.

"I said, you don't knock on the door, it's ......," the driver standing next to him questioned. Kaohsiung glared at him, and the driver stopped talking. The four of them entered the courtyard, which was lifeless, and although the items were still relatively neatly placed, it felt like they hadn't lived in a few years. There was a well on the left side of the yard and two benches on the right, which I walked over to take a closer look at, and it was covered with thick dust. The Long family is divided into the front and back yards, each with three rooms, according to the instructions of Azan Song Lin, the book is placed in the front yard left wing door door from the middle of the fourth brick on the left. When the bricks were lifted out, they could be found empty underneath, with a small wooden box containing several thick sheets of oiled paper, wrapped in the book.

Kaohsiung and I went back and forth to check the six rooms in the courtyard, but there was no one. At this time, I heard what the driver in the yard was talking about, and I didn't seem very happy. When we came out, the driver was saying to Azanbudan, "If there is no one in the house, you can't rummage around, isn't this stealing?" Kaohsiung said what he didn't steal, this is my uncle's house, can't he come? The driver was suspicious, but he couldn't talk again.

In order to watch the driver stop doing any more, Kaohsiung asked me to get the book of prophecy, and he guarded the driver in the yard with Azanbudan. I thought to myself, this should be easy to find, not to mention easy to catch. I searched in the backyard first, and found a kitchen knife that was rusty and put it on the cabbage mound in the corner, which should be chopped chicken for eating. I took the old kitchen knife, turned on the flash light on my phone, and pushed the door into the front yard room, the door was not locked at all like the gate, and it was full of musty smell. I looked around, and the furnishings in the house were old, and there was hardly anything of value and decency. Look at the bottom of the threshold, there is a floor paved with adobe bricks, and I counted four pieces from the center to the left, and I stepped on it with my foot, not moving at all, and it seems that it is well hidden.

Take a kitchen knife and stick it into the gap between the two bricks, pry it out, and the adobe brick is pushed out, and after repeating it several times, the brick is pried out. With a flash light, there was indeed a small gray wooden box inside, and when I took it out and opened the lid, it was yellow-gray oiled paper. Pinch it with your hand, as if there really is a book. I thought to myself, this trip to Miao Village in Beihai was too easy, and at first I was worried about how to explain to the villagers and what to do if they treated us in a hostile manner. But now it seems that it was all redundant. In the middle of the night, no one in the village noticed us at all, not even the dogs. As soon as we got the book, we drove back the way we came, how easy.