The old woman drew a circle on the sand, and drew a cross in the circle, dividing the circle into four pieces, each of which had a strange symbol drawn on it;

"Smack!"

The old woman clasped her hands, patted the mud and sand off her palms, and turned her head to look at the middle-aged woman;

"Pomegranate! Bring your son here! Let him stand in the circle! ”

Pomegranate put her arms around the little boy with a dull gaze, and walked quickly to the old woman;

The old woman stretched out her thin palm, grabbed the little boy, and pushed him into the circle, while stretching out her other hand to stop the pomegranate who wanted to come forward;

"You can't go over, stay outside the circle, and do whatever I say in a while!"

The pomegranate nodded like a cicada, and stood obediently in place and didn't dare to move;

The old woman stooped down and picked up a willow branch, and stuffed it into Pomegranate's right hand, and took up a spirit flag, and stuffed it into Pomegranate's left hand;

"Take it!"

The pomegranate obediently held the willow branch and the spirit flag, and stood in place at a loss;

It is a spiriting banner made of strips of cloth, a slender nine-section bamboo pole with white strips of cloth wrapped around it, and the top is tied with a white rope to the corner of a triangular piece of cloth;

There are three hooks painted on the triangular cloth block, representing the Taoist Sanqing, and several mysterious runes, and a palm-wide, three-foot-long cloth banner is connected below, and on both sides are two two-finger-wide and three-foot-long strips of cloth, swaying with the wind in the icy and biting yin wind, flying and dancing;

The wide cloth banner is written in turn, (Zhang Lei) name, (the eighth day of the seventh month of the seventh month of Xinwei year) birth eight characters, (Luoyang Bishan) birth address, and also painted a complicated soul charm;

On the narrow strip of cloth, two lines of small characters are written in a simple font, and the left side reads: The golden armor god will lead the soul road, and the wandering soul and wild ghosts will not mess around! On the right side is written: When the soul returns, the incarnation of a boy will give gifts!

The old woman came to the little boy's side, stood cautiously outside the circle, stretched out her thin palm, and pinched it as a sword finger and lightly touched the little boy's eyebrows;

"Buzz!"

A flash of light flashed in the center of the little boy's brow;

The old woman touched the little boy's head, staggered to the fire, bent down and picked up a handful of paper money, turned in the direction of the little boy, shook her arm slightly, and raised her hand to scatter it;

"Whoa! ...”

Paper money is floating in the air, flying around under the sweep of the yin wind;

"Whew!"

The old woman picked up a bundle of incense, put it on the fire and lit it, blew out the small flame on the incense stick in one breath, looked at the gray smoke rising from the faint rise, a smile appeared on the wrinkled old face, and turned to walk towards the little boy;

The old woman inserted the incense stick one after another around the circle, while inserting the lips and teeth slightly moved to read the words, yin and yang suddenly recited the mantra mantra that attracted the soul, the obscure mantra was very awkward, but the old woman recited it very smoothly;

"The spirit of the heavens, the spirit of the earth, the clear heaven and the earth attract the soul, ask the mountain god, worship the land, the gods of the eight directions listen to the command, lead the soul back to the source, escort the soul back to itself, the believer sincerely offers incense, and thanks the traveling god of the Quartet! ...”

While the old woman finished reciting the incantation, she also filled the circle with incense sticks, took the remaining incense sticks and walked back to the fire, picked up a white porcelain bowl filled with glutinous rice, inserted the remaining incense sticks into the bowl, and turned back to place it between the pomegranate and the little boy;

The old woman stood up, reached into her arms and took out a small white porcelain bottle, pulled out the cork with her thin palm, buckled the cork in the palm of her hand with her ring finger and tail finger, pinched the remaining three fingers as sword fingers, poured out a viscous light blue liquid from the small porcelain bottle, and dripped it on the sword fingers;

"Close your eyes! Don't move! It's cow tears, I'm going to wipe it on your eyes, you'll feel a little uncomfortable, just bear with it and it's over! So you can see the ghosts, and you can see the lost soul of your son! ”

The old woman looked at the pomegranate and patiently explained, and whispered a warning;

"Hmm!"

Pomegranate nodded slightly, and closed her eyes as she spoke;

The old woman moved her body, raised her hand and wiped the cow tears on the fingers of the sword evenly on the pomegranate's eyes;

"That's it! After a while, you will see a lot of lonely ghosts, if your son comes back, you don't have to care about anything, if it is not your son, as long as he dares to come near your son's body, you will beat him with willow branches! ”

Pomegranate nodded slightly again, and slowly opened her eyes, but vaguely felt that the world she saw seemed to have undergone some strange changes, but she couldn't figure out what the specific changes were;

The old woman poured some cow tears again, dripped them on the fingers of the sword, closed her eyes and wiped them evenly on her eyes, corked the bottle, put away the small porcelain bottle, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and suddenly turned her head to look at the pomegranate;

"The hour has come! Quick, call your son's name! Don't make too loud noises, so as not to anger the ghosts, and so as not to scare your son's soul, remember, you must keep shouting, and you can't stop if you can't see your son's soul! ”

Pomegranate's eyes widened and she looked ahead, opening her mouth and calling in a trembling voice;

"Zhang Lei! Where are you? Come back soon! Mom is waiting for you here! Zhang! ...”

The old woman pinched the sword finger with one hand and put it on her chest, and pinched the orchid finger with the other hand, and placed it under the sword finger, standing beside the pomegranate with a solemn expression, her lips and teeth moved slightly, she muttered a whisper facing forward, and recited the conjuring spell with a frustration in yin and yang;

"Taishang Laojun Seat, King Kong is lined up on both sides, thousands of miles away from the soul, and quickly enter the shell! ...”

Ugly Bajie hugged the monkey, stood aside like a chilling cicada, and didn't dare to squeak, and looked ahead with curious eyes;

"Whew!"

A cold and biting wind suddenly whistled from afar, endlessly, endlessly, rolling up the paper money scattered all over the place, swirling and floating in all directions;

"Wow! That's a lot of money! This is a fortune! Truly..."

A sharp and piercing cry came, and Pomegranate suddenly saw a white ghost, swimming up from the turbulent Yellow River, wearing a wet suit on its swollen body, frantically picking up paper money scattered on the ground;

"Isn't it, this is still the money specially given to us wandering ghosts! Truly..."

An eerie and terrifying voice suddenly sounded, and a ghost with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes and bleeding from seven orifices floated from a distance on the yin wind, floating around in the void, bringing out a series of vague afterimages, frantically grabbing the paper money swept by the yin wind;

"Great! Now I can go to the ghost market and buy a new outfit to wear! Truly..."

A ghostly howling voice suddenly sounded from the ground, and a rickety figure with unkempt hair, a dirty face, tattered clothes, and a beggar dress suddenly came out of the ground, clutching a broken bowl with a gap in his hand, and frantically picking up paper money like a vicious dog pounced. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ