At the junction of the two beams, there is a red furoshiki, wrapped in a very strange shape, like swaddling clothes. It was dusty and dusty. I was afraid that it would be all ash when I shook it, so I covered my nose with one hand and gently picked it up with the other.

I got off his shoulder, and the two of us squatted on the kang and put this thing in the middle. The King of Rags didn't dare to take it directly with his hands, so he pulled it with a flashlight, and I waved my hand to signal that it was okay, and I untied the baggage. At this opening, I saw that the furoshiki was empty inside, and there were many words similar to charms tattooed on the surface with gold threads.

This thing has been around for many years, and it's dirty like a child's urine ring. The Tattered King didn't dare to touch it, and asked cautiously, "What is this?" ”

There were two great gods standing in the air behind me, and the silver fox monk said: "This must be used to pretend to be a dried corpse, and the scriptures on it are a bit like Taoist exorcism talismans." ”

I told the Tattered King the words of the Silver Fox Layman, and the Tattered King nodded, "I understand, the dried corpse is wrapped in this furoshiki, and then let Lao Zhao pick it up, he put the furoshiki on the beam, and took out the dried corpse to worship." Because there was no blockade of the furoshiki, the dry corpse bewitched his wife and killed their entire family. ”

I nodded: "It's worthy of being the boss, and I guess eight or nine and ten." It seems that this furoshiki is the only magic weapon to restrain the dried corpse. There is also a strange thing, when the old man went out in a car accident, could it be that the dried corpse was also taken out and not wrapped in a wrapper? ”

"Yes. It must be so. The tattered king said: "At that time, the foreigner must have taken the dried corpse out of it to play with it and study it, as long as he got out of this baggage skin, the dried corpse would immediately curse the owner." ”

I nodded, I don't know which master this furoshiki came from, and its way is so high, which is rare in my life. Although I haven't dealt with that dry corpse, but after seeing all kinds of things, I also know that this thing is the ancestor of the yellow skin, and the yin to the evil is extraordinary, this master can rely on his own strength to write runes to suppress the demon, which shows the high skill of this person. And this scripture is still useful, Huang Xiaotian and the Silver Fox Monk are both masters of the Tao, and they have to retreat when they see it, this master is really fascinating.

In my mind, I said to Huang Xiaotian and the Silver Fox Layman: "This thing is good, catch that dry corpse evil spirit, just rely on it." ”

Huang Xiaotian laughed: "Wow, the Huang family's supreme-level problem let me solve it, they never thought that there would be such a layer of scripture baggage that could deal with dry corpses." ”

The Silver Fox monk sighed: "The so-called poisonous snake must have an immortal medicine within a hundred steps, and it is true." Everything in the world is like this, brine points tofu, one thing drops one thing. ”

Huang Xiaotian snorted: "The Huang family wants to embarrass me, hum, as long as I wrap the dried corpse in the wrapping skin and send it to the family, I will be able to become famous immediately." ”

I said, "Sect Leader Huang, you can't touch this baggage, how can you take it out." ”

"This is easy to do, just find a jade box and put it on when the time comes, the jade box can seal the divine power of the scriptures of enlightenment." Huang Xiaotian is confident.

We had spoken a few words, and I reached out to put away this furoshiki, and as soon as my hand touched it, suddenly the palm of my left hand burned, and I looked down and was surprised!

I have a rune printed on my left hand, which was left in the Eight Immortals Cave to drive away evil yin. The moment my hand touched the furoshiki, the scriptures in my palm suddenly lit up, as if rubbed with a layer of powder.

The tattered king squatted next to him and couldn't take his eyes off it, and he couldn't close his mouth. Not only is my palm bright, but the scriptures on the furoshiki are also brightly extinguished, as if they are electrified.

I trembled and put my hand together with the scriptures on the furoshiki, and found that the scriptures and charms of the two had so many similarities that they seemed to be matched.

The Silver Fox Lay Priest was taken aback: "Little Golden Boy, what's going on with your palm, how can the spell on it come from the same source as the one on the furoshiki?" You ......"

Huang Xiaotian said: "Brother Silver Fox, this question is complicated, and I will talk to you slowly when I have the opportunity in the future." ”

My mind is all messed up, what does the same source mean, the scriptures in my palm are related to the legendary He Xiangu, could it be that the scriptures on this wrapping skin are also written by He Xiangu?

At that time, in the Eight Immortals Cave, I, Cheng Hai, and Huang Xiaotian experienced that adventure together, and saw a lot of coffins and female corpses, and we deduced that those corpses were the incarnation of He Xiangu.

In other words, the scriptures on the furoshiki are likely to have been written by the incarnation of He Xiangu back then. Sure enough, it's a fairy method!

I was stunned there, I didn't speak for a long time, and I felt a sense of fate in my heart, Huang Xiaotian was able to receive this task, and then he could find the burden in front of him, and it seemed that everything had been decided.

I was stunned, Huang Xiaotian said behind me, "What do you want?" ”

I quickly came back to my senses, spread out the furoshi, and tried to fold it.

"Now the question is, where are the dried corpses?" The King of Rags said.

The silver fox monk said: "Little golden boy, since the furoshiki and the dried corpse have the principle of mutual restraint, then you should be able to find the whereabouts of the dried corpse through the furoshiki. ”

"How?" I asked.

The Silver Fox Monk and Huang Xiaotian squatted next to me, they didn't dare to approach, they leaned over to carefully observe the scriptures on it.

The silver fox monk said: "You can try the Fu Ping method." ”

"I agree." Huang Xiaotian said.

"How do you try?" I asked.

The Silver Fox lay man pointed at the ignorant and ignorant King of Rags and said, "This is a ready-made boy. You listen to my arrangement and tear off a red thread from the edge of the furoshiki......"

The Silver Fox Monk told me the specific method, and I looked at the Tattered King: "Brother, I beg you for one thing." ”

The Tattered King was alert: "What? ”

The Silver Fox Layman's right hand was speared, and his index finger went straight to the center of the Rag King's eyebrows. The Tattered King couldn't see the Yin God, he only felt that the coldness invaded his bones, he shivered from the cold, and stumbled and said, "Brother, don't scare me, what are you doing?" ”

I said, "I'll ask you to help." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Tattered King lost consciousness and fell backwards. Huang Xiaotian had already prepared and helped him. If there is an outsider now, he will definitely be able to see a very strange scene, the tattered king is floating in the air, but he will not fall.

I carefully pulled a red thread from the edge of the furoshiki, wrapped it around the first knuckle of the right index finger of the Tattered King, and slammed it, so that the tips of the fingertips bulged and turned red.

The Silver Fox Monk struck like lightning, and with a stroke of his little finger, he cut through the fingertips of the Tattered King, squeezing out a drop of blood on the furoshiki.

The scriptures on the furoshiki glowed as if they were urged, and the drop of blood did not melt into the material of the furoshiki, but slid on the surface like mercury, and finally stopped at a word.

This character is very complicated, it is not a Chinese character, it looks like a "door" character on the outside and a "jing" character on the inside.

I muttered, "There's a scene in the door, what does that mean, it's so puzzling." ”

At this time, the drop of blood slipped all the way to the edge of the furoshiki, surging towards the west.

The Silver Fox Monk flew down from the kang and headed towards the west wall, where there was an old-fashioned wardrobe with a broken door. When he opened it, there was a strong musty smell coming from inside.

The Silver Fox Monk was also dirty, so he took a look at it and said, "Little Golden Boy, look for here, there should be a clue." ”

Huang Xiaotian flicked the drop of blood on the furoshiki with his hand, bounced it off, and then put the tattered king against the wall. I removed the red thread from the tattered king's fingers, and it took him a while to wake up with a hiccups, and I happened to be right next to him, so smoked that he almost didn't vomit, and his burp was like eating poop in his mouth, and he was smoking a person to death.

Huang Xiaotian smiled: "It's normal, the exhaust after the help." ”

The Tattered King finally woke up, turned over and sat up: "What's the matter, what's the matter, why did I lose consciousness just now." ”

"It's okay, do me a favor." I say.

The Tattered King was really scared, and begged bitterly: "I said brother, when I meet you, I have poured mold for eight lifetimes, don't pester me, I'm really afraid, you let me go, I will never wade into this troubled water again." ”

I smiled and said, "Hurry up, do me one last favor and I'll let you go, or you won't be able to get out of it even if you go back." ”

The tattered king slapped his mouth: "I'm a fucking life to pick up rags, dreaming of getting rich all day long, as long as it's safe." Isn't this pit yourself? ”

"Don't grind, help me." I folded the furoshiki, stuffed it in my padded jacket pocket, and jumped off the kang.

"What are you going to do?" The Rag King asked.

"Look for here, you don't have to do it, you use a flashlight to light it up for me." I say.

The tattered king had no choice but to get down from the kang and shine a flashlight on the big wardrobe for me. I took the rotten chair, pinned it on my lap, broke one of the chair legs with a bang, and then leaned into the closet with the legs and pulled them.

In the dark, only the yellow light spots of the flashlight fell inside, and you could see that the wardrobe was full of clothes for the elderly, both adults and children wore them, and after a long time, these clothes were all piled together, and when they were picked up with the legs of the chair, they were still sticky, disgusting and disgusting.

I picked these clothes around, and the tattered king patiently lit them with a flashlight.

To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for, and I don't think the weasel's dried corpse is in the closet. Just then, I picked up a man's garment and something fell out of it.