Although the two most popular professions in China are monks and Taoists, it does not mean that only monks and Taoists understand the theory of yin and yang.

There are still many warlocks in the folk who are loose cultivators, Shenhan, Lingpo, including Li Wu and Gu Master like me and Zhang Mazi, all belong to the people in the art path, but due to some historical reasons, they have been suppressed, which has caused Li Wu's line to not be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Speaking of Li Wu, I have to mention another profession - Southeast Asian head lowerer.

In fact, lowering the head also belongs to the branch of witchcraft, but after it spread to Southeast Asia, it was combined by local teachers with many essences of Hinayana Buddhism, which formed an independent method, but in fact, the essence is almost the same.

I accompanied Zhang Mazi into the master bedroom, the layout in the master bedroom was even more messy, and his brows furrowed even more.

The uncle also looked embarrassed, and said with a wry smile, "Master, don't mind, my daughter-in-law is usually not like this, she just ......"

"I know, you don't need to talk too much!" Zhang Mazi's tone was very blunt.

Seeing this, I had to wave my hand to my uncle, signaling him to go out first and guard the door, so as not to be cleaned by the neighbors who watched the excitement.

Sending the uncle out of the room, Zhang Mazi asked me to tidy up the floor first and make room for him to set up the altar.

I took a broom and a mop to sweep the house, and the third aunt lying on the bed was unexpectedly quiet, she didn't seem to wake up yet, wrapped herself in the quilt, and I couldn't see what state she was in.

Zhang Mazi uncovered the cloth bag he was carrying, first found a yellow cloth to cover the ground, put out the statue of the witch god, inserted the incense burner and lit the incense candle tribute, opened another bloody bag, and suddenly a bloody smell came to his nose.

I knew what was inside, and I couldn't help but feel a little sick again.

Zhang Mazi's face was blank and expressionless, so he first put the bloody cattle and sheep entrails away, found a few plates and put them under the statue of the witch god, bowed sincerely, and said to me, "You go and help me pluck out a few hairs, it must be the kind with hair follicles." ”

I swallowed my saliva and walked to the third aunt, for fear that she would suddenly jump up and tickle me.

Fortunately, the third aunt has not woken up since I knocked me unconscious, I lifted the corner of the quilt, quickly reached out and pulled out one of the third aunt's hair, maybe I hurt her too hard, the third aunt in the coma twitched, so scared that I almost fell off the bed.

"Out of breath!" Zhang Mazi glanced at me with a disdainful expression and snatched the third aunt's hair and skin bag from my hand.

Then he took out a handful of straw, and his fingers knitted something quickly, and soon, a small figure appeared in his hand.

I humbly asked him for advice, "Uncle Mazi, why do you have to make a straw man every time you cast a spell?" ”

Zhang Mazi said impatiently, "This is your third aunt's stand-in, Li Wu's mantra is biased towards yin and evil, and the power of the witch god is urged by the spell, if it is too late to invite the witch god, he will use the spiritual power of the mountain spirit and wild ghosts, so our line will be regarded as a sideline." The living can't withstand the urging of yin qi, so first put a straw man as a stand-in, also to relieve the pain of your third aunt. ”

I understand, the Li Wu Sutra mantra belongs to a kind of black law, which is different from the glorious and righteous mind of Taoist Buddhism. If this kind of mental power is directly acted on the human body, it will definitely leave sequelae, and a "substitute" is pierced before performing the mantra to bear the mental power on behalf of the bitter master, which can minimize the impact.

Zhang Mazi tied the third aunt's hair all over the villain and asked me if I knew her birthday?

How do I know that? Hurriedly ran out to ask the uncle, and the uncle took out the third aunt's ID card and asked me to hand it over to Zhang Mazi for calculation.

Zhang Mazi directly dipped his fingers in the yin material, wrote the eight characters of birth on the back of the villain, and tied her hair follicles and hair, which is equivalent to completing the "passing yin" step, allowing the straw man to bear the mental power instead of the third aunt.

The substitute was wrapped with red warp, and Zhang Mazi threw the thread to me and asked me to tie the warp thread to the third aunt's finger.

I could only do it, and the third aunt's fingers were still covered with black and swarthy mud, and they were filthy.

Thinking of the picture that my uncle described to me, I remembered that my third aunt had played with defecation in the bedroom last night, and I suddenly had the urge to vomit.

When I was done, I covered the doors and windows for Zhang Mazi, and put my hands on the wall.

The candlelight in the room was flickering, emitting a strange light, and when Zhang Mazi was arranging the altar, I was forbidden to turn on the lights, and the gloomy atmosphere permeated me, and I felt cold in my body, and I couldn't help shaking my shoulders.

Zhang Mazi crossed his legs and began to chant the mantra, the candlelight swayed and boiled with the frequency of his mantra, the flames flickered high and low, the light and shadow moved, and the light and shadow were projected on the wall to form a strange picture.

The sound of mantras reaching my brain was transmitted to me, and I was in a trance, and I fell into a dizzy state again, blinking my eyes and forcing myself to stay awake.

Zhang Mazi's voice chanting mantras was very gentle, but my eardrums seemed to be pricked by needles, my heart ached faintly, I felt very uncomfortable, I endured it for a few minutes, and even my brain became dizzy.

I know that all this is caused by the dragon spirit Gu in my body, Zhang Mazi's mantra caused the rune sashimi on my elbow to have some kind of resonance, and the dragon spirit Gu will become restless when affected by the spell, and it also affects me.

I looked at Zhang Mazi's back from afar, and even had the urge to strangle him.

As my agitation deepened, I gradually became angry, and I wanted to pounce and kick the altar with a kick that didn't please my eyes. Zhang Mazi noticed my abnormality and stopped chanting the mantra, turned his head to look at me and said, "Why don't you go out too?" ”

I wiped my sweat, gritted my teeth, and said, "No, if I can't even pass this level, how will I learn to recite mantras by myself in the future?" ”

Zhang Mazi nodded, "There is no other good way at the moment, you can only endure it, slowly adapt to this feeling, and when you can control the ferocity of the Dragon Spirit Gu, you can also try to use its power." ”

When he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and continued to recite the mantra.

I forcibly endured the dizziness of my brain, slowly adapted, and after a while there was movement on the bed, I hurriedly moved my eyes to the head of the bed, and saw the unconscious third aunt moved.

First of all, the quilt covering her body was lifted by something, and the third aunt's eyes suddenly widened, and the bloodshot eyes were full of blood, like tree branches.

She sat up straight, glaring at Zhang Mazi with resentment on her face, and grinding her teeth in her mouth.

Zhang Mazi sensed it, opened his eyelids and glanced at the third aunt.

A smile was drawn on his lips, and he ignored it, and continued to bless the mantra, while the third aunt made a "ho-ho" sound in her throat, the corners of her eyes were about to crack, and the sound of grinding her teeth became more and more frequent.

The sutra continues to sound wave after wave, and the voice gradually rises, like a flood bell and a big lu, and every syllable deeply hits people's hearts.

The third aunt's face became more and more distorted, she seemed to be suffering something, her body writhed unnaturally, suddenly opened her white eyeballs, stared at Zhang Mazi, and let out a sharp voice like a cat's meow, "I...... Ho-ho, I'm going to kill you! ”

She jumped to her feet suddenly, her body as if she was being held by an invisible thread, and her upper body hung straight in the air, like a piece of hardwood that had been propped up.

Next, the third aunt slammed to the end of the bed, waving her long nails and grabbing Zhang Mazi.