Zhang Heming had a pen and a notebook for each person, "Sleep is not for nothing, you have to copy the inscription for me." ”

It's scary to hear Zhang Heming also ask them to copy the text of the tombstone, although these are young men with strong blood, and it is the first time in their lives to spend the night in the cemetery to copy the inscription.

Although he was scared, he didn't say it, so Zhang Heming got into the car with them, and the group went to the local cemetery in the car.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and a car was driving on the way to the cemetery, and the group sat in the car straight and straight, but from time to time they always swallowed their saliva, and apparently one was afraid.

Soon the car stopped at the gate of the cemetery, and the group came to the cemetery, and Zhang Heming took out a handful of paper money and threw it.

"You have a lot of trouble, these are for you to pass money, please bear with me."

Zhang Heming gathered the five people in place, "You guys will spend the night here, by the way, you can't sleep together and sleep separately." ”

The group couldn't help but swallow again, and a tall and thin man said with a round inch.

"Report, the purpose of sleeping in the cemetery is us?" Zhang Zedao.

Zhang Heming said: "Practice your courage, is there still a problem?" Problems can be spoken. ”

"The report is gone."

"Well, then you can find a place to sleep!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Heming ordered the next group to hold their sleeping bags, and walked towards the grave next to them with a cower.

Zhang Heming looked at these people and shrugged his shoulders, so the group made them according to their sleeping bags and placed them in front of the grave.

When the group is ready, "find a place to spend the night and come and gather." ”

The group stood in an orderly manner, "Hello, your pen and paper began to copy the inscription." ”

At the sound of the order, the group took out the pen and paper and ran towards each grave, biting the lamp in their mouths, and began to copy the inscriptions with a pen and paper in one hand.

Looking at the cold tombstone, the group felt straight hairs in their hearts, and looking at the stiff smile on the posthumous photo on the tombstone, everyone was straight hairs in their hearts.

It was as if the posthumous photo on the tombstone was smiling at himself, although he was afraid that the group could only copy the inscription.

There are even hands shaking while copying the inscriptions, and there are thousands of people standing upright on the entire tombstone in the cemetery.

From time to time, the cry of owls sounded around, and the whole group shuddered.

Zhang Heming stood in place and watched the group copying the inscription, Zhang Heming looked towards Yi Xiao, as soon as his pupil eyes opened, Yi Xiao copied the inscription again, and the owner of the tomb was standing behind him, watching him copy the inscription.

There was no malice in looking at the owner of the tomb, but he just came out to see what they were doing.

At this time, I saw that many tomb owners who lived here came out of many tombstones, and they all came out to watch these five people copying their own inscriptions.

They all came out to see the excitement, and when Yi Xiao copied the inscription, he always felt a cool air behind him, a chill on his back, and goosebumps.

I looked at the other comrades-in-arms, who were still copying the inscription carefully, swallowing their saliva and continuing to copy the inscription.

Soon the inscription was almost copied, Zhang Heming looked at the time, and the time of an hour was up.

The group was called back, and the five of them returned to the team after copying the inscription, looking at them all shuddering, it was obvious that these bloody boys were a little frightened by the atmosphere of the cemetery.

Zhang Heming checked the notebook in their hands, and was very satisfied.

"Hmm~ Everyone has worked hard, you can rest."

After finishing speaking, the group disbanded, and returned to their original sleeping position.

Zhang Ze looked at the grave next to him and said respectfully: "Everyone, it's so disturbing to sleep here for one night, I'm sorry!" ”

The five of them got into their sleeping bags in fear, and they fell asleep with their pillows on one day of military training.

But I couldn't sleep at all tonight, because this time I slept in the aisle of the cemetery, and I always felt that the posthumous photo on the tombstone was staring at me.

made his heart hairy, and slept very uncomfortable, Zhang Heming walked to everyone's side and told them to sleep facing the tombstone and not be afraid.

There is no way, who calls Zhang Heming is a special teaching invited by Xiao Kui, and it is the duty of a soldier to obey orders.

Zhang Heming asked them to do whatever they wanted, and according to him, the group slept facing the tombstone.

Seeing that the group was asleep, Zhang Heming also got into the sleeping bag to rest.

The five of them didn't fall asleep much all night, who wasn't afraid to sleep in front of the tombstone, and they fell asleep when they were really sleepy in the back.

The five of them couldn't sleep over and over, only Zhang Heming was alone until dawn, and when he woke up, it was already the next morning.

The group returned to the training ground, and after breakfast, Zhang Heming asked the five of them to recite the spell, and Zhang Heming taught them to pinch the trick by reciting it word for word.

There are more than 100 kinds of Taoist techniques, and the techniques are very complex, and they also pay attention to the dexterity of the hands, obviously they are training their bodies in the army, and they don't move their fingers very well.

Zhang Heming taught the five people hand in hand, and the five of them also learned the trick very seriously, reciting spells during the day, and continuing to sleep in the cemetery at night.

These people's learning ability is still very good for a week, these large and small spells will be memorized, and the tricks will be pinched out.

Assessing their efforts these days, Zhang Heming asked them to write a mantra silently, and the group was like reading a language, and Zhang Heming recited the name of a mantra and they wrote it silently.

Obviously, these people did not disappoint Zhang Heming, the mantra was written very well, and the spell and trick were all known.

Then start to learn to draw symbols, which is like taking a calligraphy class, one by one holding a cinnabar pen and preparing to draw symbols.

Zhang Heming taught them how to draw, "After the recitation of this talisman, first draw the talisman head, then draw the talisman gall, and finally draw the talisman corner, and finally enter the evil spirit. ”

Zhang Heming draws the talisman as he wants, but it is very difficult to draw the talisman, and the talisman must be drawn in one go and without distractions.

Obviously, they were very irritable and couldn't draw well, so Zhang Heming taught them to memorize the "Jing Jing Sutra" to calm them down.

Zhang Heming's teaching of the efficiency of drawing talismans for five people has improved, although he drew a bunch of waste paper in one morning, and succeeded in one, it is obvious that Zhang Heming is also very pleased.

Zhang Heming, who drew the talisman on the spot, almost didn't blow up his brain, but he still urged himself very strictly.

After a while, the group's technique of drawing talismans should be fine, and after they finish drawing, they will put the talisman in their palms, and feel that there will be a warm atmosphere.

Some paintings are successful, and after watching the five people finish painting, Zhang Heming asked each of them to draw a pathfinder.

"Now that you've all finished drawing the opening charms, there's a test for the evening."

Lei Ming asked, "Teaching Zhang, what test?" ”

"What is the effect of the talisman you are talking about?"

Lei Ming said: "Open the underworld path and see the hell." ”

"Yes, I'll let you see your good brothers in the evening."

“……”

【To be continued ......】