Xiao Cui'er probably understood, but she didn't dare to talk again, so she quickly found another reason and staggered the conversation.

"Brother Ji, I heard my mother tell me about your white witch shaman, and I heard that the white witch shaman came from country M, right?"

"Well, that's true, the white witch shaman takes it as his mission to cure diseases and save people, unlike those gods who go to the rivers and lakes and dance the gods."

"That'...... So what about the black witch shaman, you say? Is the white witch or the black witch powerful? She suddenly turned around and stopped Ji Xinzheng and asked.

"Huh...... I don't know about this, after all, the descendants of the black witch haven't appeared in the rivers and lakes for decades. However, I believe that evil is invincible in the world, and if the black witches use their evil magic to harm people, then they are certainly not the opponents of our white witch shamans. ”

"Oh...... Is it? Xiao Cui'er looked at him, this little lady raised her eyes, even if Ji Xinzheng was like stopping water, she couldn't help but stir up a ripple at this moment.

Few people know that authentic shamans are divided into black and white witches. Of course, shamanism has declined to this day, not to mention black and white witches, and even a person who can actually sing divine tunes is rare.

Black witches and white witches claim to be the true legend of the gods, but most of the black witches are used to harm people and are despised by the world, while the white witches are evil to save people, and it is precisely because of this that the white witch has always been considered the most authentic gods.

The older generation of the Ji family had dealt with black witches and knew a little bit about black witchcraft. According to the legend passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors, the witchcraft that this little Cui'er used last night was the black witch!

There are very few people in the world who are descending from the Eight Classics, and it is not easy for this little Cui'er to reach such a height at a young age. Ji Xin cherishes talents, if she can restrain herself from the precipice, she is willing to make friends with her, the two can learn from each other's strengths, study the skills of each other's sects, and make progress together.

Back in the cabin, Dong Sanli hadn't woken up yet, and the anxious Ma Lao Er went straight around.

He hurriedly dragged Ji Xinzheng and asked, "Xinzheng, you are back, it's all afternoon, why hasn't the eldest brother woken up yet?" Can't it happen, right? Why don't I ask someone to come back and take a look? ”

"Don't worry, I'll see." Ji Xinzheng sat on the edge of the bed and opened Dong Sanli's eyelids to take a look. Then he turned around and looked at Xiao Cui'er, who was busy preparing dinner for them as if she was nothing. "Cui'er, get me a bowl, do you have white rice at home?"

He is going to use the technique of "asking rice".

Asking rice is an old craft of the warlocks, and now it is on the verge of being lost. What we watch in film and television dramas is pure nonsense, not like that at all. You can't master this craft without any skills. What is shown on TV is to grab a handful of white rice, then insert incense, and recite a mantra to the gods.

Whether it is a white witch shaman or a black witch shaman, they will use the art of exorcism, and glutinous rice is also the most common in shamanic homes.

Ask the rice must use raw white glutinous rice, a bowl of water, the water is not the edge of the bowl, pour the raw glutinous rice into the bowl, form a small hilltop, and finally insert three incense sticks on the top. Inviting a god requires a shaman to recite a mantra, and as for whether it is a god or a noble, it is as mentioned in the above book, randomly......

Ji Xinzheng held the three sticks of incense and said something in his mouth, bowed and inserted it into the water bowl.

The raw glutinous rice in this bowl was piled up in the shape of an ingot, which was different from other shamans asking rice, and even Xiao Cui'er on the side was dumbfounded.

Asking rice cannot cure diseases and save people, but it can tell what incurable diseases the patient has. Dong Sanli has strong bones, and he is a person who practices martial arts, he has never had a few colds in his life, and they were fine when they were on the road yesterday, why did they suddenly get so sick? Although Ji Xinzheng has already recognized Xiao Cui'er's identity, at her young age, how deep can she go? Besides, why did she want to harm Dong Sanli? What about motivation?

She is a girl in the mountains, even if Dong Sanli dies, not only will she not get a dime, but she will be killed by these two old men, so why bother?

Ji Xinzheng also thought of this, so he didn't embarrass her.

"Xinzheng, what did Mi Po say? Isn't it...... Is it because of her? At this point, Second Master Ma didn't have to hide anything, and pointed at Xiao Cui'er viciously with his finger and asked.

"Second master, don't talk nonsense if you don't have evidence. I believe that Xiao Cui'er is a good girl who knows how to repay her kindness, right? Cui'er? Ji Xinzheng looked back at her.

Xiao Cui'er pretended to be timid and cowardly, and nodded slightly.

"Stinky! You remember for me, if my eldest brother makes any mistakes, Lao Tzu will collapse you immediately! Ma Lao Er slammed the pistol on the table with a heavy thud.

Ji Xinzheng hurriedly persuaded him: "The second master is fine, why are you scaring a little girl?" Be quiet, don't bother me to ask rice! ”

Ji Xinzheng stood in front of the table, there was that small porcelain bowl on the table, his body was dancing with strange movements, he was inviting the gods with this special ritual!

Asking rice is a kind of shaman's magic technique, which has little damage to the body, and the gods and ghosts who invite them will be placed in the bowl of rice, and the information you want to ask will be prompted by the three sticks of incense inserted on it.

In the process of asking rice, the door of the house was always open, and at this time, a cold wind blew in from outside the house, and the incense of the three incense sticks was blown brightly, and Ji Xinzheng's body trembled unconsciously. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the three sticks of incense in the bowl.

If there is no external force, the three incense sticks inserted into the bowl together will definitely burn at the same speed, but at this time, the incense stick on the far left has obviously accelerated its burning speed, and the cigarette that comes out has also turned inky black.

Ji Xinzheng nodded, this time the point is correct, judging from the current signs, it is the small god of the bottle that has been invited, and it is the land lord of this land within a radius of dozens of miles.

Ji Xinzheng whispered in his mouth, asking "Mi Po" what kind of hysteria the eldest brother had and why.

Thorn ...... Thorn la la...... The incense stick in the middle burned quickly, and flames appeared at the waist, and in a moment, the whole incense was burned out.

Ask Mi, if you invite the gods to go down to the earth, it is the best to control, because the god position will not hurt the person who invites the gods, as long as you are sincere enough, you will usually answer three questions. If you still have offerings, ask up to five questions. The incense stick in the middle of the bowl symbolizes the divine position, and once it is extinguished, the person who asked the god cannot continue to ask, because the god and ghost have already left.

But that's just a problem? And his mana is profound, and he didn't ask Mi for evil things, why did he leave like this? It's not easy to invite the land lord!

(End of chapter)