When I think of the word "witchcraft", I naturally think of those charlatans in black robes, with chicken butt hair on their heads, and "Ho~Yo~Hu~Yo" in their mouths;

But as far as I know, not all witchcraft is dancing gods, and even as far as I know, there are really a number of ancestral crafts of "dancing gods" among the people, remember what was mentioned before? When I was a child, I had nightmares and talked nonsense, and my old lady, who was still like a flower at the time, once invited an old lady who knocked on the door beam with a pot and spoon, and she said that I was scared by seeing something dirty because I was too young and my eyes were too clean, and this old lady should be one of them;

Strange to say, she just knocked on the door beams and window frames a few times with the pot and spoon that she usually used to serve me, and muttered a few more incantations in her mouth, and the next day before dawn I got better......

Since then, I have also talked to a Chinese medicine doctor who has a lot of prestige in the capital about this craft, and I don't know if this master is drunk, or he has indeed seen it with his own eyes, according to him, this jumping god is also a witchcraft, since the ancient Yanhuang has been formed, to the Shang and Zhou Dynasty has become a system, Jiang Shang and Zhou Wen Wang is called this "earth trick", and their Qiankun sixty-four hexagrams to form heaven and earth;

I really want to ask if that old thing has ever seen Jiang Ziya? How do you say that you have a nose and eyes?

He told me that the turmoil of the past ten years ruined a lot of good things passed down by the ancestors, such as the craft of dancing gods, which has been passed down for thousands of years, and has been passed down from women to men.

But after listening carefully, I found that what this master said was indeed very methodical, and even in order to make me believe Ya's nonsense, he even moved out the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" for proof;

Witchcraft is generally divided into black witches and white witches, and the craft of black witches still exists in civilized societies, such as "Gu", which is a typical black witch, as well as those who find living people to marry the dead, and protect the media, commonly known as the spirit medium, these are all black witches, harmful deeds;

There are more types of white witches, but in the final analysis, they are all good, such as unraveling spells, blessings, summoning spirits, exorcising ghosts and warding off evil spirits, etc., the main purpose is to save people, not harm people;

I was not yet twenty years old that year, it was the age when I was very curious about everything and was not scared, the life of the military school was already boring, and I met such a "half-immortal" body by chance, of course, I had to clean up the little goods in the girl's stomach;

But who knows whether this old immortal has a limited amount of wine, or not much dry goods in his stomach, and when I ask again, the old man's body and bones have already held the wine bottle and piled it up on the table, and the family visit holiday is over in a blink of an eye, and I have never remembered the stubble of this old thing again;

Now the Sichuan girl suddenly told me that their tribal witchcraft is really good, and I know that she is a very trustworthy person, and she is not the kind of bald man who runs the train with his mouth, so she picked up the story of the dancing god again;

"Do you think the bald man has lost his soul now?";

It was awkward for me to say these words from the mouth of an atheist like me, but the experiences and experiences of the past six months have forced me to re-examine some things that I have denied or doubted.

"He looks a lot like the people in our tribe who were summoned by sorcerers in the past," Chuan Meizi said, touching the bald man's head with her hand;

I watched the bald man's eyes of the dead fish be closed by the Sichuan girl, and then opened suddenly, and I thought in my heart, "Do we have anyone here who knows this witchcraft?" Call her to try? ”；

"Shanna, are you willing to take this risk?" , Chuan Meizi asked when she heard this, obviously telling me that if she couldn't be saved, the bald man would burp the next day;

"Discuss with your witch god, although this grandson used to steal chickens and dogs and watch his eldest daughter take a bath, but now he can be regarded as reformed, right? When she asks the gods to do the Fa, let her talk to the gods, don't kill this grandson, just keep a breath", I muttered;

"Shanna, you may not understand... I mean, are you willing to take that risk yourself? Chuan seemed to feel a little clumsy, and asked me again;

"Me? What does it have to do with me, we are here to save him! Save the bald! I was asked by her to be a little bit of a monk, and said;

"It's to save him, but this has to be done by the sorcerer himself, if the sorcerer doesn't control it well, it's also dangerous...", Chuan said a little anxiously;

"Danger is danger, it's a big deal, Lao Tzu will give her a few more cans of grain every month in the future, you just say it, who in our tribe will dance the gods!" , I'm also a little anxious, thinking that it's my business to be in danger or not!

"But Shanna, he is from our tribe, and there are no sorcerers in our tribe, only you are the messenger of the sun god and the wood god......", Chuan's tone seemed to cry;

"What?" , I was stunned when I heard this, and in an instant I understood what Sister Chuan wanted to say, and hurriedly said:

"Don't, you still have a breath, if I finish this errand of dancing gods, I will kick my legs and die cold!";

As soon as my words landed, I saw that the Sichuan girl seemed to be contemplative with her eyebrows, and I suddenly understood where she was entangled, and hurriedly said:

"Will the old fox of the Qi clan do this craft?";

Chuan thought about it, but said: "He is not from the Qi tribe, and Qi Wu can't save him";

"But isn't that old fox already our deputy leader?" , I continued;

Chuan didn't think about it this time, and said directly: "But she is not a sorcerer of our tribe";

"That's not easy, Lao Tzu will bring the old fox now and let her be a witch!";

"Shanna, you have to think about it, you do this... From now on, even you will have to listen to her command... A sorcerer is the soul of a clan! ", Chuan hurriedly fumbled and took my hand and said anxiously;

I was stunned when I heard this, looked at Sister Chuan, and then looked at the bald man who was still lying on the straw mat, staring at him and still unconscious, and then turned his heart sideways and said:

"How did the former shamans of your tribe summon spirits? Teach me! ”；

When the Sichuan girl heard this, she was overjoyed and said: "A brazier, to recite a mantra, the scepter is stretched into the brazier for a while, and then points to him here......";

The look of joy on her face flashed, and even I didn't know why she had such an expression, but before I could figure it out, I saw that the girl suddenly turned around and touched the bald man's lower body with half-blind eyes......

I was anxious, thinking to myself my good daughter-in-law, you natives are really mixed with men and women, you have a master, how can you touch others casually, and instantly pulled the Sichuan girl into her arms and said:

"Finger position on me! Also, in the future, except for Lao Tzu, other men's bodies are not allowed to be touched, understand? ”；

My tone was very stern, Chuanbei was startled, before the words fell, his small mouth grinned, and his head was already rubbed on my chest, making a gesture to cry!

"Good daughter-in-law, this is the rule of the two of us, you also have to tell Qi Nu, Yuncai and Yuecai about this, understand?";

Chuan kept groping my back, and after a moment stopped sobbing and nodded slightly;

"Tell me, where did you sorcerers point their scepters at each other's bodies before?" , I said in my heart: It can never be the root of life, that... Even if they are saved, they will be wasted;

"It's just... Right below his thing...", Chuan's voice was so soft that he seemed to anger me again;

I picked up a wooden stick, endured the nausea and picked up the bald man's life, and then stuffed the Sichuan girl's hand into my pants and groped for the position and asked, "Here?" ”

"Yes, this is it!" , Chuan's tone was affirmative;

Damn, it will**! Where eggs and chrysanthemums connect!

I suddenly understood why Sister Chuan said that people can either be saved at that time, or they will die the next day!

Take a big fire stick and stab it**, it's strange if you don't die!

But when I was holding the straw stick and pulling the bald man's pile of debris, suddenly, the bald man on the straw mat turned over, smacked his mouth, and stretched out his uninjured left hand to scratch the crotch and ass of the wooden stick in my hand, and said vaguely: "Huya, you hurry... Spread your legs apart, I'll give you a few clicks... A few clicks will be good ......".