However, burying the placenta in the drip ditch can make the child articulate, and there is no basis for feng shui.

Seeing is believing, my brother's placenta is buried under the eaves of his house, but he stutters a little and is not articulate at all. When he was a child, he scolded with children in the same village, and he could only reply one or two sentences when they scolded him for ten sentences. Every time, I rolled up my sleeves and helped my brother avenge his hatred.

Lao Zhang also remembered the child's placenta and asked, "Sir, do you want to dig out Xiaoping's placenta?" ”

"Dig!" I say.

If you don't dig it out, stay it underground and make antiques?

Lao Zhang lifted the big shovel behind the door, ran out, and said: "The child's placenta is in the old house in front, I'll dig it out!" ”

I was idle, so I followed Lao Zhang to the old house.

The old house is not far ahead, less than 100 meters away from Lao Zhang's current house.

Under the east window of the old house, Lao Zhang dug up with a sigh.

I shook my head secretly, this old Zhang is too unparticular about feng shui.

The placenta of a girl should be buried under the west window. The story of the West Chamber, the moon is full in the West Building, why should he cut the candles in the west window...... It's all about women.

The woman's boudoir is placed on the west side, which is conducive to marriage and love.

If you travel through ancient times to find a tryst with everyone, after climbing over the courtyard wall of a large family, go straight to the bedroom on the west side, be sure to be right! If you go straight to the East Wing, you will encounter either the old man or the brother-in-law, and you will be in danger of breaking your leg.

Some people will ask, so how do you explain it?

The daughter lives in the west and the son-in-law lives in the east, yes! Whether it is before or after marriage, a woman and her husband cannot sleep together in their mother's house. When a girl marries out, she is a member of someone else's family, and she would rather stop mourning than keep double.

Lao Zhang dug for several minutes, and finally dug up the crockpot.

"Be careful, don't dig it!" I say.

Lao Zhang nodded, continued to loosen the soil from all around, and after a while, he took out a black crockpot.

It is a clay pot for simmering water in the countryside, about a foot high, with a small mouth and a big belly, and a palm-sized lid on it. In the past, in the countryside, firewood was also very tight, and when cooking on a large stove, two clay pots filled with water were placed in the corner of the stove. The rice is cooked, the water is boiled, killing two birds with one stone. However, the water simmered in the clay pot is usually used to wash the face and bathe, not to make tea.

Lao Zhang put the crockpot on the ground and asked, "Sir, do you think this can still be used?" ”

I squatted down and looked at it, and the lid of the crockpot was a flat lid, and there was no sealing treatment, but the cracks were filled with dirt, and the lid was tightly glued to the jar, and the sealing effect should be good.

"Lift the lid and take a look." I say.

Lao Zhang carefully scraped off the dirt along the mouth and lifted the lid.

I covered my nose and went to check, only to see a black mass in the jar, like a black fungus.

"Alright, let's take it back." I said.

Lao Zhang closed the lid again, held the crockpot in his arms, and walked back with me.

I took a sip of tea and said, "The conjuring spirit must be summoned at night, and it cannot be summoned during the day." After nine o'clock in the evening, you and I went to the back pond and summoned spirits by the pond. In case of accidents, prepare a fishing net, a large rooster, and put it at home. ”

Lao Zhang nodded: "Sir, don't worry, fishing nets and big roosters are available at home." ”

Mrs. Zhang started to get busy, preparing my dinner.

I hurriedly said, "You don't have to drink for dinner, just a bowl of somen noodles." The practice of summoning spirits should not be drunk with meat. ”

You may have seen some Taoist monks who never taboo their mouths on TV novels, hanging wine gourds on their bodies and holding cooked dog legs in their hands, drinking wine and eating meat while doing the trick, chic and sprinkling game red dust. Actually, that's fake.

As Mr. Yin and Yang, you must avoid eating before doing it, and never dare to eat and drink nonsense. Moreover, in the middle of the year, there are some special days, even if you don't do it, you have to avoid it.

Mrs. Zhang was very hesitant and wiped her hands on her apron: "This is really neglecting Mr...... Then wait for this matter to pass, and then entertain the gentleman. ”

Dinner respected my opinion, a bowl of somen noodles.

After the meal, I asked for Zhang Xiaoping's birthday, washed my hands and face, straightened my clothes, lit incense, recited the mouth purification mantra, and then recited the water mantra, the inkstone mantra, the pen mantra, the ink mantra, the paper mantra, and then began to draw talismans - spiritualist talismans.

It's not easy to be Mr. Yin and Yang, a talisman is more tiring than slaughtering a cow!

After the spell was drawn and after a short rest, it was already nine o'clock.

I said to Lao Zhang and his wife: "Zhang Xiaoping's placenta has passed for more than 20 years, and it is best to use the blood of her parents to cooperate." It's to prick your fingers and drip a few drops of blood in the crockpot. ”

Lao Zhang and his wife each nodded and stretched out their hands.

I used the small scissors I carried with me to pierce the hands of Lao Zhang and his wife, and let them each drip a dozen drops of blood in the crockpot.

Then, Lao Zhang and his wife hugged the crockpot, went out with me, and walked to the pond behind the house in the dark.

Of course, Zhang's family had a flashlight, but I didn't let me bring it. Conjuring spirits is a secret thing, and it must come quietly, without much fanfare.

It was winter, and there was no wind or waves in the pond, and it was quiet.

I looked back at the location of the Zhang family's house, in the southwest corner of the pond, and began to summon spirits.

I put the drawn charm on the clay pot and placed it by the pond. The lid of the crockpot has been lifted and the mouth is open.

I stood behind the crockpot and gently rattled the bell and chanted:

"The yang god returns to your soul, and the yin spirit returns to your remnant. The soul is summoned by me, and it is urgent to attach to the spirit. Yuan Henry Zhen, the soul returns to the form. The five organs are full of gods, and they are not frightened by death. Return to the corpse and keep Huang Ning forever. Haste as a law. ”

The bell is the guy I carry with me to eat, and it's called the yin-yang bell. Mr. Yin and Yang and Taoist priests are inseparable from this thing.

The spell is a spiritualist spell.

After reciting the mantra three times, I stopped, took two steps back and waited silently.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang were standing behind me.

On the surface of the water, where there was no wind or waves, a trace of white mist suddenly appeared, and gradually, it drifted towards the direction of the clay pot.

I was happy in my heart, it seems that the conjuring went relatively smoothly. Those mist should be Zhang Xiaoping's soul.

Mrs. Zhang was a little scared and leaned behind me.

The mist coalesced into a clump the size of a calf, circling around the surface of the water, circling close to the shore where we were.

The mist then leaves the water and floats towards the crockpot, enveloping the entire crockpot.

I opened my eyes wide and looked closely, but I only saw a cloud of mist, and I didn't see any terrifying ghosts.

But Mr. and Mrs. Zhang were already frightened, shivering behind me, and their clothes were rattling.

When the fog envelops the crockpot, it comes to a standstill, neither expanding nor shrinking.

It seems that Zhang Xiaoping's soul is thinking about whether to get into the crockpot!

Most of the souls are confused, and their thinking is not as clear as that of a living person, and Zhang Xiaoping is hesitant, which is also normal. If one day I do a ghost, it's the same.

I continued to wait patiently.

Suddenly, a little green light floated out of the fog in front of me, and it swooped towards my face!

I was taken aback and subconsciously shortened!

The green light flew over my head and hit Mrs. Zhang's face.

Thump!

There was a sound behind her, and Mrs. Zhang fell to the ground.

"the kid!" Lao Zhang was startled and hurriedly reached out to help.

When I looked back, Mrs. Zhang's eyes were closed and her face was pale, she was no longer conscious, only her hands and feet were twitching incessantly.

The ghost harms the family, and sure enough, Zhang Xiaoping possessed her mother.