Wu Zhanzhan did not smile, he looked solemn in the morning sun, and sat behind the table.

On the table, there are objects such as rune paper, brushes, copper coins, incense and candles.

"Wan Shugao, start boiling water and burn it over a high fire!"

Wu Zhanzhan served as the commander-in-chief of the scene, lit incense and candles, worshiped the ancestors of the Sanqing Dynasty and the ancestors of Maoshan from afar, and then gave orders, saying:

"Li Weinian, you are responsible for guarding the backyard and not letting the idlers in the village approach. Everyone else should be quiet, don't talk to each other, don't be surprised. ”

Li Weinian agreed, flashed out of the small door in the backyard, and was in charge of the guard.

And Ji Xiaoxiao and Gu Qinglan also nodded their heads, not daring to make a noise.

Wan Shu was so high that he immediately lit a fire, lit hay and stuffed it into the stove, and then added firewood.

"Ding Ermiao took off his shirt and came forward, I will draw a talisman for you." Wu Zhanzhan nodded with satisfaction and beckoned Ding Ermiao to step forward.

Ding Ermiao had already prepared everything, then took off his shirt, walked forward bare-chested, and walked forward slowly.

Wu Zhanzhan lifted the brush, dipped it in cinnabar water, drew a simple gossip on Ding Ermiao's chest and back, and then put down the pen, picked up two packets of things from the table, and said:

"This is the swallow mud stirred by the crane's saliva and hung from the front of the neck to protect the chest; It was stirred with poison and hung on the back of the neck to protect the back. ”

Ding Ermiao took it and looked at it, the two bags of things were about the same as silt, the size of a palm, soft and collapsed, all sewn into fine silk cloth, and there were suspenders on them.

With the help of Ji Xiaoxiao, Ding Ermiao hung up the two small bags, and adjusted the length of the sling rope, so that the two cloth bags could cover the gossip diagram drawn by Wu Zhanzhan on his chest and back.

In order to prevent the two bags of silt from shaking in the water, Wu Zhanzhan handed Ji Xiaoxiao another piece of red silk and asked her to tie Ding Ermiao's chest and back around to fix the two bags of silt.

"And this bag of things, it's ......, it's between your legs, take it." Wu Zhanzhan took out another bag of silt and handed it to Ding Ermiao.

The bag of silt was a long strip, about half a foot wide and a foot long, not like the round shape of the previous one.

"...... between the legs" Ding Ermiao immediately understood when he saw this thing that looked like an aunt's sticker and a diaper.

This is a crotch guard that prevents damage to some parts and functions of yourself.

Wu Zhanzhan's face was slightly embarrassed, he waved his hand, turned around, and said, "You can take off your clothes and go into the water, stay in a meditative state inside, and then listen to my command." ”

"Oh oh......" Ding Ermiao walked to the stove with the bag of silt, ready to undress and go into the water.

Ji Xiaoxiao and Gu Qinglan also turned around at the same time.

"Second Brother Miao, Uncle Ancestor, please enter the urn......" Wan Shugao said with a wicked smile on his face.

Ding Ermiao glared at Wan Shugao, turned to the back of the stove, stripped himself naked in three or two strokes, and then wrapped the corpse whip around his waist, pressed his hand on the stove, and jumped into the big wooden barrel with a thud.

The man sat down in the barrel, just revealing a head. And the water in the barrel also rose to the position of the barrel mouth because of Ding Ermiao's entry.

"Alright, I'm already sitting in the bucket." Ding Ermiao shouted at Wu Zhanzhan's side.

Wu Zhanzhan and the others looked back together.

"Remove the cork from the wall of the barrel and let the water inside and outside the barrel communicate." Wu Zhanzhan commanded.

Ding Ermiao did so and pulled out twenty-eight wooden stoppers.

The water level in the barrel was slightly higher, and after the cork was removed, the water flowed outward, and the water level dropped a little, which was at the same level as Ding Ermiao's shoulders.

Gradually, the water level inside and outside the barrel reached a uniformity.

Because it is consistent, the cinnabar poison water in the pot and the water in the bucket communicate very slowly.

So now Ding Ermiao is sitting in the barrel and does not feel the erosion of the poisonous water on him.

"Undo your necro whip and leave it in the water and leave it alone." Wu Zhanzhan was still sitting on the altar more than a foot away, and said: "Then I will guard the entrance, and forget about things." ”

Ding Ermiao nodded, took off the whip and put it in the water, and sat with his eyes open.

"Wan Shugao, continue to add fire, don't stop." Wu Zhanzhan gave an order, but stopped talking, meditating on the altar, his eyes slightly closed.

Gu Qinglan and Ji Xiaoxiao didn't dare to ask, so they walked to the stove lightly and looked at Ding Ermiao's face.

As the temperature of the water rises, the cinnabar water in the iron pot gradually rises to a red steam.

The difference in temperature between the inside and outside causes the water in the barrel and the iron pot to mix. In the wooden barrel where Ding Ermiao meditated, the original clear water had turned reddish.

"Ermiao, how do you feel?" Ji Xiaoxiao stepped forward and asked softly.

"Don't bother him, come back." Wu Zhanzhan on the altar opened his eyes, glanced at Ji Xiaoxiao, and then closed his eyes and was speechless.

Ding Ermiao in the barrel opened his eyes and squeezed out an indifferent smile at Ji Xiaoxiao, indicating that it was okay.

Ji Xiaoxiao was relieved at this time, and she also pursed her lips and smiled, and retreated to Wu Zhanzhan's altar.

Wan Shugao acted as a fire boy under the stove, and the dry wood was constantly stuffed into the stove, and the fire was blazing in the stove.

In just ten minutes, the cinnabar water in the iron pot was almost boiling, and the red mist rose from the iron pot.

Ding Ermiao, who was wrapped in smoke, began to have a heavy expression, clenched his teeth, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch slightly.

"Ding Ermiao, do you feel okay now?" Wu Zhanzhan seized the time and asked.

"Okay." Ding Ermiao endured the stinging pain in his skin and said lightly.

Wu Zhanzhan nodded and said, "Very good." Wan Shugao paused the fire and let the flames in the stove extinguish themselves. ”

Wan Shugao sighed, glanced at the stove, and shouted: "But Uncle Shi, I have stuffed a lot of firewood in this stove, and it is estimated that it will take half an hour to burn......

Ji Xiaoxiao was taken aback, ignoring Wu Zhanzhan's prior instructions, rushed over, glanced at the stove door, and shouted at Wanshu:

"Do you want to cook the seedlings and eat them? Put so much firewood? Hurry up and get me the firewood! ”

"Don't make a fuss!"

Wu Zhanzhan had a calm face, jumped down from the altar, glanced at Ding Ermiao's face, looked at the flame at the bottom of the pot, and waved his hand: "It's okay, don't move the firewood at the bottom of the pot." ”

"But the water in the pot is already boiling!" Ji Xiaoxiao pointed to the iron pot and said.

The cinnabar water in the pot was indeed boiling, and the outside of the barrel was bubbling with an amazing sound.

"Isn't the barrel still open?" Wu Zhan said with a raised face.

"If the water in the bucket boils, the second seedling will be gone!" Ji Xiaoxiao was so anxious that she stomped her feet and almost cried.

Wu Zhanzhan also stomped his feet and said:

"Ji Xiaoxiao, if you kill Ding Ermiao, just shout! If you want him to be safe, you'd better stay calm! I really shouldn't have let you stay here and make a mess for me! ”

(Yangzhou Book Group)