Seeing that it was going well, I was overjoyed and continued to recite the mantra diligently: "Qianluo Tana, Donggang Taixuan, according to the five mountains, the eight seas know and hear, the ferocity dissipates, and the Dao Qi always exists......"

Under my gaze, I saw that the red vortex formed by the black dog's blood in the white porcelain bowl suddenly swelled, and two whirlwind waves surged out of the whirlpool, soaring into the air.

Splashed unmistakably on the north and south sides of the black clay pot's seal, leaving behind a pair of identical and strange symbols, symmetrically echoed, like a longbow drawn like a full moon.

Then, the red vortex in the bowl vibrated violently, and countless blood spots seemed to be slapped up by a huge force, and the blood beads were as small as mosquitoes and flies, and there seemed to be extremely fine blood threads connected to each other.

After lingering in the air for a moment, it swooped like a bullet out of the chamber and swooped into the black clay pot on the table, wrapping around it and covering it in an instant......

As the red mist steamed, it gradually left a dense and more strange and weird character on the can.

The characters bite tightly together, like red chains, tying the clay pot from top to bottom.

As I continued to chant the mantra, I took out the thin red rope that had been soaked in the blood of the black dog for seven days, carefully wound it around the black clay pot, two vertically and three horizontally, and after two consecutive times, tied a dead knot at the mouth of the jar.

Strange to say, the black clay pot had been vibrating slightly, as if it were trembling, but when I tied the death knot, it suddenly calmed down, and the last sentence of the mantra in my mouth was recited at this time.

When the last word was finished, the red smoke dissipated in an instant, the little stinky fart yawned, the cyan light on his palm disappeared, and the nine-spirit peach stake that was hanging and swinging in the air also fell back into the fat man's hand.

The red chains that had just been wrapped around the body of the jar were gone, as if they had merged into the black jar, leaving only two blood-red symbols in the north and south of the seal, resembling a full moon longbow, and a red line dead knot due west.

Looking at the black clay pot again, I couldn't detect any weirdness at the moment, as if it was just an exotic ornament.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I suddenly had a new understanding of this "half-soul seal" in my heart. This technique of sealing the half-soul turned out to be not the half-soul that sealed the monster as introduced in the book.

Instead, through the inherent energy of the black dog's blood and the peach wood stake, Kuman Tong was first suppressed, and the runes or marks were branded in the south, west, and north directions of his body container, which was equivalent to blocking the way out, leaving only the exit due east.

The east is the green dragon position, the purple gas comes from the east, and its yang is the most prosperous, just like the direction of the rising red sun, which is always in the east.

Using the strongest Yang Qi due east position to suppress this Gu Man Tong's actions, although it is not affected when it is in the jar, as long as it appears out of the jar, it will be corroded by the extreme yang, and its power will be greatly weakened.

Since the bewitching power she exerted on Liu Meiling did not need to show up, it was not affected. This is the core of the "half-soul sealing" method.

When it was done, I told Liu Meiling that this Kuman Tong had been sealed, and although it was not impossible to show up, it would never be as frequent as before, so her nightmare could basically be regarded as over.

And what she cares about the most, the power of bewitchment in herself, I will tell you the truth, and it will not disappear.

I will inevitably have to tell her, although Kuman Tong has been sealed, but let her be dedicated to goodness in the future, accumulate more yin virtue, and never do evil, with the owner's body to gradually guide, to eliminate Kuman Tong's ferocity is the best way.

Hearing me say this, the stone in Liu Meiling's heart finally fell to the ground, and she quickly transferred the balance, and even took out two red envelopes, which were counted as the carriage and horse expenses for me and the fat man.

I'm not welcome, just take it all. After all, in order to help her seal Kuman Tong, she used up nearly a whole bag of my black dog blood, which is all the cost!

On the way back to the fat man's house, I received a call from my mother, urging me to go home early for the Chinese New Year.

I haven't heard my mother's voice for more than three years, and my heart is sour, and tears are in my eyes at that time.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and my longing for my homeland has been aggravated by the call of my relatives, so I began to prepare to return to my hometown for the Chinese New Year.

This year's Chinese New Year's Eve is on the ninth day of the second month of the solar calendar, but according to the customs of my hometown, I must return to my hometown before the child, otherwise it will be unlucky.

After helping Liu Meiling seal Gu Man Tong, the time has now come to around January 10th, and the peak of the Spring Festival is about to begin.

Fortunately, this is Zhengzhou, Henan, which is not far from my hometown of Shandong Province, so that I don't have to go with the Internet army to grab train tickets every day, and I can get home by long-distance bus.

Again, I didn't choose to take the bus because of Lao Bi.

It is true that both high-speed rail and airplanes can handle pet check-in, but the real-name system is required to buy tickets, and I am always afraid that this will expose my whereabouts and let the stinky Taoists of Qingfeng Guan chase and kill again.

In comparison, it is safer to have a large number of buses.

I said goodbye to my fat parents and thanked them for taking care of them during this time.

Knowing that I was leaving, the fat man's parents repeatedly kept him, but for Chinese, going home for the New Year is a natural thing, so they did not force me to stay, and asked me to bring it to my parents.

The fat father even stuffed me with a thick red envelope, saying that it was the New Year's money given to me in advance.

I resolutely refuse to accept it, I must have a conscience to be a man, I have been eating and living in the fat man's house for more than three months and making extra money, if I receive red envelopes again, then what kind of person will I become!

As a successful businessman, the fat father's eloquence and routines are definitely a few levels higher than mine, and he smiled when he saw that I refused to accept it.

"Xiaobai, if you don't accept this red envelope, your aunt and I will treat you as if you look down on us and don't want to come again?"

One sentence directly choked me to death, so I had to accept it and thank me repeatedly.

The fat man knew that I was leaving, but he didn't react much, and I was wondering, who would have thought that this cargo would have packed his luggage quietly and put it with my backpack, and excitedly told me that I could leave at any time.

I can't laugh or cry, although the revolutionary friendship between the fat man and me, although it has only been half a year since it was transferred from the Internet to reality, but in the past six months, we have been born and died several times, and it is not bad to say that we are brothers who have passed our lives.

He wants to go to my house, of course I welcome it, but the problem is that during the Chinese New Year, it seems that there is something wrong with him not to accompany his parents at home but to be a guest.

The fat man's parents are people who have been in the business for many years, and they know a lot about the rules and etiquette, so naturally they don't agree with the fat man to go with me, saying that he can go if he wants, and it's not too late to visit after the year.

The fat man played the little character of the rich second generation, and his head shook like a rattle, hugging his mother's shoulders, like a wronged little public act, and tears were about to flow.

shouted in his mouth that he resolutely couldn't be separated from me, a good brother for a lifetime, not to be born on the same day and month of the same year, but to die on the same day and month of the same year......

The fat man, who had to live and die, soon wore his parents out of whack, and they all threw their eyes at me for help.