What? The intertwined bamboo bushes all changed their positions overnight, and they were lined up in two straight rows, and there was no sign that the soil had been turned over? Really? This thing is strange, is there really a ghost?

Daoist Li turned the river and the sea in his heart, but there was no surprise on his face. He tapped the thumb of his right hand between the other four fingers a few times, and said to the big cow mothers: "You go and prepare some better incense candles and paper money first, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, I will go with you to the mountain behind Zhoujiawu to have a look." ”

Then you have to go to the town to buy it, these villages are all ordinary goods, so the big cow mother hurried straight to the town.

"Why did Daoist Li go to see it at two o'clock in the afternoon?" asked one of the women as she walked.

"I don't know......," Da Niu's mother replied, she was also a little curious.

"Is it because two o'clock in the afternoon is the heaviest yang?" the other woman guessed.

"Doesn't it mean that the heaviest yang energy is at three o'clock at noon?" Da Niu's mother vaguely remembered that there was a saying in the book about killing heads, saying that it was necessary to choose the heaviest yang qi at three o'clock in the afternoon to kill the head, so as to resolve the resentment of the dead soul.

"Anyway, I always feel hotter at two o'clock in the afternoon than around twelve o'clock in the afternoon. The woman who said two points earlier and had the heaviest yang energy said again.

On the other side, Li Daoshi's house.

Daoist Li's wife asked Daoist Li: "Then I'll help you clean up your outfits now?"

"Don't worry, you cook first, I'll think about it first, just help me clean it up before two o'clock in the afternoon, and then I'll carry it along the way when I send my grandson to school." ”

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Da Niu's mother led Daoist Li to the bamboo bush in the back mountain, followed by a large group of villagers who came to see the lively villagers after hearing the news.

I've only heard of ghost stories, but no one has seen them with their own eyes. This time, I heard that Zhoujiawu was haunted, and the ghost was still visible, and the villagers in the nearby villages couldn't hold back their commotion and followed up the mountain. Taoist Li Laodao, the son of the Taoist master Li Laodao, is a bride ghost who has shown signs to ask for his life, and I don't know who is more powerful!

Zhou Xiaoliu also went up the mountain, and her small body drilled through the gap in the crowd in three or two clicks, and stood in the closest position to Daoist Li and Da Niu Ma and others.

I saw that Daoist Li took out a large porcelain bowl, filled one-third of millet in the porcelain bowl, and then, he lit three pillars of incense and inserted them in the rice bowl, burned four pieces of yellow table paper, and sat on a cushion facing east and sang a few words. The big cow mother folded her hands together, three in a row, and knelt behind Daoist Li.

Zhou Xiaoliu didn't hear what Daoist Li was singing, because there were too many people around, at least hundreds, and they were all "buzzing, humming" about it.

Zhou Xiaoliu raised his right wrist and shook it, then focused his attention on Daoist Li.

Daoist Li had finished singing, closed his eyes and mouth, and began to concentrate on meditation. But Zhou Xiaoliu still heard his heart.

"This bamboo bush is the one where my father came to do the rituals, I heard that the one who died here was a bride, although I haven't been here recently, I can't be sure if this bamboo was moved yesterday, but it is impossible for the people of the entire Zhoujiawu to unite and deliberately make such a big joke with themselves!"

Zhou Xiaoliu nodded while listening: It's really not that the people in our village are joking with you on purpose, it's just that I was negligent for a while.

"So, is there really a ghost? If there is a ghost that is true, then there is a Tao and an immortal is also true, that is, there are really immortals and Taoists in the world!" Daoist Li shouted in his heart, immortal law and Taoism, this is the greatest belief in his life, but it was subverted when he was seventeen years old.

He stood up, learned from his father's practice, took a piece of drawn talisman paper and covered it with rice in a porcelain bowl, and said: "If there are really ghosts and immortals here, please send down a decree, write a few words on the rice, and clearly indicate the intention of moving bamboo......

His father used to use his little thumb to secretly write words on the rice quickly when he was covering the rune paper, and then he opened the rune paper again, and when others saw the handwriting, they really thought it was written by a ghost.

But he didn't do anything, he hoped that there would really be a ghost to answer him.

If the ghost fairy really responds this time, then he will have to go to the immortal for the rest of his life to ask!

When Zhou Xiaoliu heard this, he asked Baihu urgently: "Is there any way you can let me write in Daoist Li's rice bowl?"

Baihu yawned, patted his forehead and pulled out a piece of talisman paper, threw it into Zhou Xiaoliu's hand, and said: "This is a one-time low-grade invisibility talisman, which has no effect on you, but you can release your stand-in, and then paste it on her, and let her write it for you." First of all, this charm only has a three-minute effect. "Mortals are so boring, and there are so many people watching such a small scene of pretending to be a ghost.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was all on Daoist Li, Zhou Xiaoliu squeezed into the outer corner and released his stand-in, and after pasting the invisibility charm on the stand-in, he took the stand-in to the front of the person.

She commanded the stand-in to walk to the middle of the dojo arranged by Taoist Li Shi, peeled off the talisman paper covering the bowl, threw away the three pillars of incense inserted in the rice, and wrote three words on the rice flattened in the porcelain bowl with her fingers - "I'm tired of seeing"!

Ever since Daoist Li finished saying that he had asked the ghosts and gods to write, he had been staring at the porcelain bowl, and he hoped for a miracle more than the hundreds of people gathered outside.

He counted to ten in his mind, and then he felt that the time was too short, and in case the ghosts and gods had not had time to manifest, he was ready to count to a hundred.

When he counted to thirty-eight, a miracle happened!

The runic paper covered on the porcelain bowl automatically left the porcelain bowl and lay down on the ground! The three pillars of incense inserted in the rice also broke free from the rice and lay flat on the ground! The millet in the porcelain bowl was as if it was alive, and it automatically concave into three figures--tired of seeing!

Daoist Li was excited, no one should stop him, he was going to seek immortals and asked!

Hundreds of villagers have been focusing on Daoist Li on the dojo and the porcelain bowl, and they naturally noticed the changes in the porcelain bowl.

I don't know who took the lead, but they all knelt down.

They folded their hands and bowed down in reverence than they did when they worshipped their ancestors, but they did not say anything in their mouths, for no one had ever taught them what to say in such a situation, and if they said the wrong thing and annoyed the spirits, it would be terrible!

As soon as everyone knelt, Zhou Xiaoliu, who was still standing, became conspicuous, so Grandma Jinzi, who was kneeling beside her, found her and pulled her violently. Zhou Xiaoliu didn't stand firmly, so he knelt down directly. Zhou Xiaoliu, who was kneeling, continued to direct the stand-in, let the stand-in smooth out the rice in the porcelain bowl, and wrote three more words - disperse.

Daoist Li stared at the three words in the bowl that had changed, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. Everyone saw that Daoist Li, who could be psychic, did not speak, so they continued to kneel with the pain on their knees, and occasionally a few brave people secretly stretched their necks to glance at the middle of the dojo.