86_86322As soon as the bull head and horse face left, the remnants of the house were in a mess, the mourning hall was beaten in pieces, and what was even stricter was the confused egg. His body was getting colder and colder, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

"It's not a way to go on like this, Chubby Paper, you can help me protect the Fa...... I, I'm going to go down to the underworld to save people. "After a long time, I made this decision, the soul of the confused man was taken away by the bull's head, if the soul is out of the body for more than twelve hours, it is really hopeless, and now the only way to do this is to take the risk of going back to the underworld.

......The little fat man jumped up, obedient to the meaning, as if he wanted to go down to the underworld with me.

I refused on the spot and said, "No, you have to protect the Dharma for me and guard the soul lamp, otherwise once the soul lamp is gone, I won't be able to come back, and I won't even be able to find Brother Tu back then." ”

Saying that, I didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly ran out of the house, and arrived at the temple in Fengyang Town, I remembered that there was a lotus lantern in the temple in Fengyang Town, and what I had to do was to steal this soul lamp. After stealing the soul lamp, I went back to the house without stopping.

Hold the confused egg on the bed, and temporarily check the essentials of the yin.

The Hundred Witch Boxes record the method of passing through the yin of the witch family and the folk law, and there is a folk legend of the story of passing through the yin on it.

Around the end of the Qing Dynasty, the ancestors of the Chen family traveled to the Dong people in Guizhou, where there were no Taoist priests, and all those who could communicate with ghosts and gods were called ghost masters. There was once a young man who thought about his wife and invited a local ghost master to spend the yin. The ghost master drew a talisman and recited a mantra, covered the young clansman's face with a cloth, and then recited the * mantra and passed the yin.

Perhaps it was providence, and in the process of passing through the yin, a gust of wind suddenly blew and lifted the pabu covering the young man's face. Immediately after that, something strange happened......

The young clansman shivered fiercely at first, and then his face began to turn white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a blur, the young clansman's face actually appeared like his wife's. As soon as the ghost master saw this situation, he knew that this was the upper body of the ghost, and in the conversation, he learned that the young clansman went to the underworld and saw his dead wife, but this cover was lifted, and the yin and yang were reversed, and as a result, the wife was in the flesh of the clan, but the young clansman could never come back.

This story is recorded in the Hundred Witch Boxes, and its purpose is to tell the descendants and those who are destined to see the witch boxes, remember that they must find a secluded place and close all doors and windows. And in the process of passing through the yin, you can't lift the pap on the head of the yin, once the pabu covering the yin is lifted, it will lead the yin to the yang, the yang to fall into the yin, and the yin will also die

"First cover your shoulders and forehead with a yin charm, revealing the thirteen points of the ghost gate. The red thread is tied to the pulse of the lotus life soul lamp, covered with a cloth, and then sprinkled with water on the body, and the mantra of the divine water passing through the countryside and yin can be walked away from the body. However, the soul and body are the most important things in the human body, and the method of leaving the soul is even more critical without the protection of the Dharma. Once the soul lamp is extinguished, the red thread is broken, or the par is lifted, the person who passes through the yin will fall into the underworld and die with a whimper. This method is simple and extremely dangerous, and it cannot be advocated. ”

This is the most inferior method of passing through yin, those who have the ability are all raising fire and scattering rice, and there is a master to protect the law, and go straight to yin and yang. Zhu You's ancestors may have a hobby of writing a diary, and they recorded the detailed process out of a kind reminder. But for me, who has no ability, the most inferior method of passing through the yin in this witch box is precisely the straw that saves my life.

The doors and windows have been closed, the clothes have been taken off and the thirteen points of the ghost gate have been completely exposed, and then the pulse and lotus lamp are wrapped in red thread, and a few yin charms are pasted on his shoulders to extinguish the yang fire, and he picks up the water bowl, and drinks five sips of water in a big gulp, while reciting: Scoop the water of the five dragons in the well, bring the water of the canopy and the galaxy from the sky, take the water of the five ghosts and yin gods from the river, and take the water of the Tiangang to destroy the ghosts in your hands. Gods and ghosts pass through the countryside, the underworld opens doors, the heavens have spirits, and the gods have sex ......"

These five mouthfuls of water are the water that saves life in the underworld, and the water melts away the talismans, and the water carries the power of the talismans of the yang world. Many people have seen that some people have drunk water, but they can still speak, and when they press their stomachs, the water they drink suddenly squirts out.

In fact, this is just a small trick, the water does not bloom directly, but is hidden in the abdomen, at the critical time, as long as you press the big horizontal points on both sides of the abdomen, the water drunk can be sprayed intact.

After reciting the mantra and drinking the water, I put down the gai yin handkerchief painted with talismans on the top of my head, covered my face, and then gathered my breath and waited quietly.

I don't know how long it took, just like a child who was also startled, and suddenly jumped into a pit, I was struck by a spirit, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Thousands of turns, my consciousness is drifting, my mind is confused, as if I have experienced one scene after another, walking through the ruins that do not see the light of day, and following a line of invisible shadows passing by a road full of flowers. Those red ones were bleeding, like a mandala that appeared when Yao Yao disappeared.

When I came to my senses, I couldn't help but be taken aback. It was as if I had been hammered with a hammer, and it was blank before I remembered who I was. And when I looked up, the scene around me was so weird.

The bottomless black, but also a little white light, the air is floating in a cloud of white fog, and there is no way forward.

At this point, I was on a bridge that I had never seen before. I wasn't the only one on the bridge, there was a dense crowd of people in front of me and behind me.

There are men and women, old and young. They stumbled forward with their heads bowed and like walking corpses. In front of you, there is an endless sea of people, and behind you, there is also a crowd of people like ants.

I heard the sound of a whip snapping in my ears, and I woke up in a state of confusion.

As soon as he turned around, he saw two lines of people with whips rushing from behind the crowd. Both of these people had a bad word on their clothes. The two leaders at the head, one in white and the other in black. They wore high hats, and instead of whips, they held sticks, weeping sticks!

I woke up with a stirring in my heart. Finally know where I am?

I am in the underworld, and those two lines are not human beings at all, they are yin, and the first two are black and white impermanence

Behind, there were countless screams. The ghost almost kept pushing the ghost off the bridge, and under the bridge, the blood was red, and even the river was red. As soon as those ghosts were pushed off the bridge by black and white impermanence, they were constantly bitten by insects, ants, and poisonous snakes that rushed up.

At the other end of the bridge, there was a pavilion with three ancient typings written on it, although I couldn't read it. But I knew who the old woman was and what they drank.

This bridge is the Nai He Bridge, the entrance to the underworld, and the people who were evil in their lives have been pushed down the river of blood by black and white impermanence and accepted the baptism of insects, ants and poisonous snakes. People who have no evil in life must honestly go to the front to drink a bowl of Meng Po's soup and forget about this life, and once they drink Meng Po soup and cross the Nai He Bridge, they really enter the underworld and arrive in Fengdu

I succeeded in passing through the yin, but my cultivation was too weak, and my soul was not strong enough, so after I came to the underworld, I was unconscious like a dead soul, and I was locked up by the ghost as a ghost, and then I walked through the Huangquan Road and came to this Nai He Bridge. Even though I was awake for a moment at this moment, I soon fell into a state of amnesia due to the weakness of my soul.

I was confused, but I had a thought in my heart that I knew the purpose of my coming to Hades. It's just that this thought is suppressed by confusion, trapped, and unable to struggle.

However, the ghosts on the bridge were in a hurry, and there were two lines of tears in their eyes...... Among the ghosts, there are many who are conscious. The wind and rain were bitter, many cried and refused to move forward, some were full of rhetoric to please the Yin soldiers, and some went straight all the way in a daze...... But whether it is willing or not far, whether it is sober or confused, it can't break free from the chains in its hands, and it can't escape the ghost whip and crying stick.

There are all kinds of people who come, such as wooden, calm, hideous, fearful, or greedy for life and afraid of death. But if you want to go, you have to go, and you have to drink the soup, and if you don't forgive you, you will go down the river of blood first, and then count the sins in front of the mirror of evil, and divide them into six ways.

The dark sky resounded with Meng Po's singing: "There is no sun, moon and stars in the underworld, and you can't look back at the underworld." Whatever you are rich or poor, when you come, all are equal. However, at the head of the bridge, Meng Po serves the soup quietly, and collects the bowl quietly. Drink all the Meng Po soup in one sip, the dust of the past will turn into smoke and dust, and walk through the Huangquan Road quietly, don't give up on the life path.

Crowded, it's time for me, a pair of withered hands pick up a bowl of soup, waiting for me to raise my head and drink.

In the water, my own shadow is reflected.

But through the unadulterated Meng Po soup, I saw a lot of people and a lot of things. Inside, there are my friends, grandpa, and Sister Ma......

On the familiar old rattan chair, my grandfather was drinking leisurely, while the young me was looking at the golden lock and jade pass, and asked my grandfather in a childish tone: "Grandpa, grandpa, what is the left green dragon and the right white tiger, the front Vermilion Bird, and the back Xuanwu?" ”

Grandpa held the gourd, shook his head with a red face and ears: "There is a green dragon with flowing water on the left, a white tiger called the long road on the right, a pool in front of the vermilion bird, and a hill called Xuanwu in the back." ”

During the camera transition, it was Sister Ma's weak face, scolding at me with a sneer: "Little brat." ”

My memories are clearer than ever, and the experiences of a lifetime are replayed like a movie. Is it that before people die, their memories are particularly clear, and they like to recall some regrets, the past, crying and laughing, loving and hating? Or, Meng Po soup makes you replay your life in your mind, drink it, and forget about the past?

Numbly picked up the wine bowl, and at this time a confused figure was reflected in the water, dripping with a snort, and a blister blew out of his nose when he snored. As the bull-headed horse approached me, the confused figure pushed away without hesitation, bearing the soul-locking whip.

"Bang dang", this voice was like a magic spell, which stimulated my nerves fiercely, so that I suddenly woke up again in confusion, and only then did I remember that I came to the underworld to find him.

"Something happened." When the soup bowl broke, a low voice came, and when he turned around, he saw that behind him was a tall black and white impermanence, holding a dark and terrible mourning stick in his hand, and the ghost was scattered