"Ahh Everyone present was dumbfounded.

The child's mother even lay on the side of the bed and hugged her son and cried. They should have put their trust in me by now.

"Is he dead, then?" the child's father asked, looking at me, as if he had already prepared for this.

But my mind was racing, thinking about what Master Mao usually taught me and what I saw on his bookshelf. "Little brother......", Brother Ran called me, interrupting my train of thought. The child's mother cried and asked me, "Master, is my son still saved?" ”

My face was a little red, the first time someone called me Master, I was only eighteen years old. I myself was also flustered and didn't know what to say, so I forced out a sentence for a long time, "If you continue like this, you may not be able to help." ”

The child's father was shocked and took two steps back.

I was so sad that I wanted to comfort them, saying, "I'll see if I can save him."

I didn't think about it and gave them hope again, and the child's mother was still holding her son and crying, crying and begging me, "Master, you must save my son......

"Little brother, what's wrong with my son", the child's father asked me carefully.

"Lost Soul"

"This is the real soul loss, the child's soul is no longer in the body" I was silent for a moment, "but he is very strange"

Laixi, Zhang San, Zhao Dong, all the people looked at me, I didn't sell it, I made up my mind, just say everything I wanted.

"The soul of the average person leaves, and the person's soul dies, and now the soul leaves, but the soul is not dead, and it has been in this state, so I feel strange, I don't know what it is, what power is saving his physical life, maybe it is the blessing of the Bodhisattva."

"Then how can we save him" The father of the child came over and grabbed me with both hands, looked at me, and he pinned all his hopes on me.

"Get his soul back."

The child's parents were about to kneel down for me, I quickly grabbed them, I deeply felt the loving hearts of this pair of parents, and also said to myself in my heart, I must help them, I must try my best to save their children.

When I returned to Master Ran's house, I opened the wooden box and took out a hand-copied book of thread binding, which Master Mao stuffed to me before I left. I kept flipping through it all night, and I couldn't find a way to do it seven or eight times.

I suddenly remembered an incident before leaving, before leaving, Master Shang made a strange expression on me, at that time I only did not understand his convulsions or sudden nervous beats, but now I think about it as if he was giving me a look. Then Master Shang opened a box full of ancient manuscripts for me to see, but Master Mao covered the box. Could it be that the book in that box says how? Why didn't Master Mao let me read those books?

I couldn't figure it out, and I didn't come up with any other way, so I had to try the spirit.

The next day, let the child's father take a motorcycle to Dachang Ancient Town to purchase the spirit flag, paper money, gold and silver ingots, and some yellow paper shrouds.

I asked Zhao Dong and Zhang San to accompany the child's mother to choose rice, to choose rice grains that are very sharp at both ends, only to use this kind of rice grains, I wanted Lai Xi to supervise them, but Lai Xi is my brother, I can't command him, the most important thing is Lai Xi's cold-blooded character, this matter is none of his business.

I kept looking through the hand-copied book, which was full of notes made by Master Mao in small letters, which finally connected some knowledge and was a bit of a gain.

By the afternoon, I had bought everything I wanted.

The yellow paper was laid, the carbon ink was opened, and the simple pen that could write calligraphy and was like a fountain pen was filled with ink, and the sacrificial texts on the manuscript began to be copied on the yellow paper.

After getting ready, I continued to look at my manuscript and learn as much as I could, after all, it was my first time.

It was slowly getting dark, and Zhang San and the others finished selecting all the rice from their relatives and selected a large bag of rice grains with two sharp ends. We went to his cousin's house with Brother Ran. Along the way, I still carried the wooden box by myself, and Master Mao told me to carry it myself, so I didn't dare to be lazy.

In that house, according to my request, a large coffin has been placed in the hall to look like a mourning hall.

When it got dark, I said to the boy's father, "I don't know how to do orthodox spiritualism, I'm trying my best to bring back your son's spirit, but I can't catch him, you must catch him." ”

First I heard that I didn't know how to do orthodox spiritualism, his face changed, and then he returned to normal, and it was estimated that the dead horse was used as a live horse doctor, and he looked at me and asked "how to catch it".

"Of course you can't catch your soul alive, after a while, we will lure the ghosts of the underworld to hook your soul, and when they catch you, they find that they have caught the wrong person and then release you, then I will put a talisman on your head to prevent your soul from returning to your body."

I saw that his face was not very good, a little like he didn't believe me, and he was a little unhappy, but he continued, "If you see your son, then grab his soul and force him to return to yang, we see that your son is awake, I will uncover the talisman and let you return yang." Note that even if you don't bring your son back or you don't catch him, you have to return the yang within a stick of incense, otherwise you will really die. ”

The couple looked at each other, and explained to Brother Ran what happened to him, this is an extreme distrust of me, alas, I don't trust myself myself, I can only ask Master Mao for blessing.

I just asked Master Ran what his cousin's name was, but I didn't hear it clearly, and seeing that he was almost ready, I said to him, "Put on the shroud"

He didn't want to wear it, he was a little hesitant, and the child was crying next to her, so that her husband was obedient, and she had to try it no matter what.

He reluctantly put it on and looked at me with a sigh.

"Drill under the woman's underwear or crotch, keep drilling, this is to weaken your yang energy, and you can deceive the ghost after a while, I know black and white impermanence, but the relationship is not very familiar, if you are a wicked person, they will ask for you, and then you will call you to know Li Xiaoshuai,"

When he saw me and said that he knew black and white impermanence, he became more and more disdainful of me. I also forcibly continued, "Seeing that you are like this, it is also an ordinary ghost to trap you, continue to drill back and forth, and you will drill until you reach Yintang Wuqing."

He was helpless, his wife was crying again, he turned his head to look in the direction of his son's sleep, and walked to the yard to drill his daughter-in-law's underwear.

We waited until he drilled back and forth seventy or eighty times, and was a little out of breath, and told him to come back and see, Yintang was black, and his mouth was black, and it was okay.

Her wife made a basin of face washing water, I burned three rune paper in the basin, two of which were drawn by Master Mao, but there was still one, in the afternoon I used the simple pen to copy one according to Master Mao's strokes, to deal with the ghost, the charm was written on the white paper with a black pen.

I said to the child's father, who was still panting, "You use this water to wipe all over your body, this is to hide what little yang energy you have left, you must be all."

Wipe all over your body. He also said to the child's mother, you can decorate the mourning hall well, the more real the better, at least you have to deceive those ghosts.

Outside with a cigarette, the child's father has already taken a shower and put on a shroud, this time I said to him directly, "Ready to start, you sleep in the coffin, try to fall asleep as soon as possible, as soon as you fall asleep, your soul will be out of your body"

The child's father shook his head and stepped directly into the coffin and fell asleep, I suddenly remembered that Master Mao told me that money can make ghosts push and grind, that time Master Mao sent me down to the underworld to see my grandmother, put a red rope on my left big toe, and pulled the round wooden stick that I used to help push when I went back to the yang world, I should also put a red rope on him to be safe, so I took out the red rope in the big wooden box, tied a knot and put it on the left big toe of the child's father, left a gap for the coffin and closed the coffin lid.

The mourning hall on one side was also re-installed, and from the outside of the door, it looked like someone was really dead.

When I walked to the door, I hung the spirit flag on the clothes pole of his house and handed it to the child's mother, "After a while, when I make good incense, you will call your son's name loudly and tell him to come home." Keep calling until you come back. ”

The child nodded and agreed, and I handed over the paper money ingots to Brother Ran, "Brother Ran, you will burn paper money outside in a while, and we will bring your nephew back."

Brother Ran took the paper money and went outside the door, I turned my head to see Laixi Zhao Dong and Zhang San smoking and chatting next to the house, after thinking about it, there was still a lack of people, and walked over and called, "You will come to help me Sami Ha in a while."

"I'm not going," Zhao said.

"Zhang San", I looked at Zhang San.

"Okay, okay, I'll come" Zhang San agreed, hehe.

I pulled Zhang San into the gate and stood next to the mother of the child holding the spirit flag, and said to Zhang San, "When it starts, you will scatter rice outside the door, don't move your position, don't scatter rice into the house, you can't drop a single grain, so as not to attract lonely ghosts."

"Forget it, you can come by yourself", Zhang San said and handed me the basin with rice.

I was a little angry, I really wanted to have a seizure, and the mother of the child next to me said to Zhang San with a crying voice, "Little brother, please help, I will thank you when my son is well"

"Okay, okay, I'm Sammy", I know that Zhang San is not for those thanks, he usually looks like a ruffian like a ruffian, but in fact, his heart is still very good.

It was so dark outside the door that I couldn't see anything, and it was pitch black, a bit like the time when Master Mao sent me down to the underworld, and it was dark when I arrived at the underworld.

It's nervously dark, it's oozing.

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