Little Fly and Fat Dahai went to see the old stall, and I went to the front of the picture of the Daojun's night banquet. I noticed that the surface of the painting was still covered with a layer of moisture.

I reached out to touch it, and just as my hand was about to touch the layer of moisture, the vapor suddenly fell to the ground and dispersed.

I was very curious, looking at the painting again.

In the painting, it is still the scene of the night banquet of the Daojun Emperor, the guests present raise their glasses, sing and dance, and it is a peaceful scene.

Back then, Emperor Zhao Ji of Daojun used this painting to invite immortals to descend to earth, and the Taoist priest used this painting to invite ghosts to pretend to be immortals. The third uncle said that this painting can hide the soul, and it is the first time I have used it to make this, and I don't know if the old stall has succeeded?

From that screen, there was nothing out of the ordinary. When I touched the painting with my hand, I felt as if it had been covered with a layer of ice, not only cold to my hands, but also wet.

"Master...... Master......"

At this time, the anxious cry of the little fly was heard. I hurriedly turned around to look at the old stall.

The old stall man was lying on the horizontal bed like a dead man, his chest did not rise and fall at all, and his face was white and miserable.

The little fly turned around and asked me, "Is my master's state a failure?" ”

I went over and probed the old stall's snort, but there was not a trace of breath in it.

I shook my head, feeling a bad feeling in my heart. I touched the pulse of the old stall leader's wrist again, in fact, I didn't know anything about the pulse, I just wanted to see if the old stall head still had a pulse.

However, my two moments seemed unfathomable, and the little fly completely pinned his hopes on me, and he looked at me with a blank eye, wanting to get a definite answer from my mouth.

It's a pity that the veins of the old stall can't be felt at all.

And I felt the temperature of his skin was also cold. This will definitely not be the body temperature of a living person.

My face was gloomy, and the little fly saw that my face was not good, and his nose was sore, and he knelt down in front of the bed of the old stall.

I sighed softly, ripped off the clothes from the old stall's chest, and tried his heart again.

There was no heartbeat, but I felt a little warmth.

In other words, his heart is still hot.

I'm very happy, if there is still warmth in the heart, it means that the old stall has not completely lost his breath, and it is too early to draw conclusions.

I was afraid that my feeling was wrong, so I hurriedly asked Fat Dahai to try it too.

The fat man reached out and touched the old stall's chest, and nodded affirmatively: "The old man's heart is still hot." ”

I pulled up the little fly and said, "Don't cry yet." Let's make one last effort, you hurry up and light a few sticks of incense in this empty mourning hall. In addition, I will draw a few more soul release charms and burn them in the brazier. ”

In this situation, I suspect that the soul of the old stall has entered the painting, but now it is no longer able to come out of the painting. When I came, the third uncle once asked me to practice the soul invitation technique and soul release technique, and with the soul invitation charm and soul release charm, you can invite the soul into the painting, and release the soul from the painting.

The old stall is a picture of the night banquet that he entered, if it was really because he couldn't get out, I could do him a favor and use the soul release charm to help him get out of the painting.

Now we have no other choice but to use dead horses as live horse doctors.

When the little fly heard that the master was still saved, he hurriedly lit three Buddha incense sticks in the empty mourning hall according to what I said.

I drew a few talismans, recited a few resonant spells, and burned the talismans in a brazier.

That's all that can be done at the moment. Whether the old stall can survive this catastrophe or not, I can't control it.

The three of us simply sat on the ground, guarding the old stall.

I'm afraid that the temperature in the heart of the old stall will be gone, and then it will really be hopeless. Thankfully, the old stall has always maintained that temperature. It's just that the heartbeat hasn't returned.

About an hour later, Little Fly reminded me, "It's over." ”

I nodded.

"Boss, look at the incense ......"

Suddenly, the fat sea also reminded me and shouted.

I noticed that the smoke rising from the three Buddha incense sticks that were lit was originally rising vertically. Now it's going to the nostrils of the old stall.

Watch the smoke turn around halfway and burrow into the nose of the old stall. The little fly was overjoyed, stood up and was about to go over to look, and asked, "Is my master saved?" ”

I hurriedly grabbed him and whispered, "Now is a good sign, the soul is re-entering the body, let's not go over." ”

I motioned to the two of them and gently withdrew from the empty mourning room.

It should be my method that really saved the old stall, but not long after we came out, suddenly an extremely slight cough came from the old stall inside.

It's soft, but it's enough to get us excited.

Immediately after, the sound of the old stall's breathing came out of his throat. But it was as if my throat was blocked by something, and my breathing was not very smooth, and I was purring.

We hurried into the empty mourning ground again.

First of all, I saw the old stall man's chest rise and fall, and the stone hanging in my heart fell to the ground.

It seems that my dead horse as a live horse doctor has succeeded.

When we entered, the old stall was struggling to breathe. The throat is like a ball of cotton, like a broken bellows, and the breathing is not very smooth.

And I noticed that the breath exhaled by the old stall was not very pure, and it was a little black.

At the same time, most of the Buddha incense that was lit had been burned. When the old stall inhaled, he inhaled all three aromas. And when it comes out, it's that faint black gas.

Seeing this, I'm basically sure that the old stall is fine.

This should be a natural instinct of the human body to spit out the old and accept the new. I use Buddha incense to speed up the renewal of the turbidity in the body of the old stall head.

I told Little Fly that if nothing else, the old stall should wake up before dawn. Let him go and prepare a little grain porridge first. When the time comes, feed it to the old stall head to drink.

I learned this from my third uncle, and I tried it many times.

Although the little fly has not been following the old stall for a long time, he should have understood these things when he followed the old Taoist priest before. After listening to me, I immediately went to prepare.

We guarded the old stall and found that the breath he exhaled was getting purer and purer.

Finally word came out in the village

After a rooster crow, the old stall let out a long breath. His eyelids jumped, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Master Tan, you slept well this night, but you finished tossing us......"

I smiled and said to the old stall leader.

The old stall turned his head to look at us, and squeezed out a wry smile on his face: "You have bothered, and you have finally picked up an old life." ”

(End of chapter)

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