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When the great grandfather heard the words "Wang Sangen" at this time, he immediately respected the black and thin old man in front of him, and without hesitation at all, he knelt down directly to Wang Shoudao, and bowed three times and bowed to the teacher.

After the great grandfather kowtowed, Wang Shoudao laughed with his white goatee, he liked it very much, Dong Youcai shook his hands, and congratulated Wang Shoudao on accepting a good apprentice.

Then, Wang San took out a few bottles of old wine and food, and the three of them drank happily.

Nothing was said all night. At dawn the next day, Wang San gave my great-grandfather a few taels of silver, and asked him to go home and talk to his parents, and in the future, my great-grandfather would not only have to follow him to learn art, but also eat and live with him, and he would regularly ask my great-grandfather to bring some silver taels to the family every month, so as not to make my great-grandfather's family hungry.

My great-grandfather came home with the silver taels, and when he told his parents, they were naturally happy for him. My great-grandfather's parents have also heard of Wang Sangen's name, and it is a decent thing for their son to worship Wang Banxian as a teacher.

After the great-grandfather put down the silver and said goodbye to his parents and returned to Sanwangzhuang, Wang San had already begun to prepare for the soul of Dong Youcai's son.

Spiritualism can be roughly divided into three situations, one is to summon a living soul, one is to summon a dead soul, and the last is to summon a lonely soul.

Wang Shoudao wants to recruit the last kind of lonely soul, as the name suggests, it is to recruit those ghosts who have died in a foreign land, and after summoning them, they will be attached to a certain medium, so that their families can return to their hometowns.

The method of recruiting lonely souls is not simple, and it is generally adapted to local conditions.

Lonely souls are usually recruited into umbrellas or black pots, but Dong Youcai's family is rich, so he has to be decent, and he has to use a good coffin to carry his son's soul back into a burial.

Wang Shoudao didn't agree with him at first, thinking that he was wasting money, but he couldn't stand Dong Youcai's snot and old tears. Old man Dong said that he was such a son, and he couldn't be too aggrieved. In this way, it is a little more troublesome.

After my great-grandfather returned to Sanwangzhuang, Wang Shoudao was tying paper figures in the small courtyard. Dong Youcai was sent home by Wang Shoudao to get the clothes and pants that his son worn.

Kaifeng is not far from Sanwangzhuang, if you hire a carriage, you can go back and forth in one day and one night. If you leave it on hold now, you can drive back and forth in a morning.

I won't say much more. Until the afternoon of the next day, Dong Youcai returned to Sanwangzhuang and brought the clothes and pants that his son wore before his death, and Wang Shoudao asked my great-grandfather to put the clothes and pants on the paper man. In the end, Wang Shoudao said that he couldn't summon spirits during the day, he had to wait until night, and he had to get a boat to go down to the river to summon spirits, because the body of Dong Youcai's son was in the river, and the soul also fell into the river with the corpse.

When my great-grandfather heard that he was going to row down the river at night, thinking about what happened the night before, he couldn't help but feel palpitations, and Dong Youcai was also a little worried when he heard it at this time, and his face changed.

Seeing the two of them like this, Wang Shoudao smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you two met that night, it's not a dragon lord, the big guy who lifted Shoufang up is a big fish, we all call it 'Iron Head Dragon King' here." ”

My great-grandfather also heard the old people say that it is a kind of Yellow River carp that has been around for many years. The size of the fish is directly proportional to its age, and the longer it lives, the larger its size, and the iron-headed dragon king is actually an old fish.

My great-grandfather asked, "Why does the iron-headed dragon king carry the coffin?" ”

Wang Shoudao stroked his beard and explained that because the corpse in the coffin was corpsed, a liquid called "corpse oil" flowed out of the corpse, and flowed into the river along the coffin crack, and the corpse oil was poisonous, and the fish would go crazy when they smelled the fishy smell of corpse oil, just like smoking a big cigarette and were addicted, so they would gather together and keep gnawing on the place where there was corpse oil, and as a result, the boat was gnawed and leaked, and finally the corpse oil attracted a big guy like the iron-headed dragon king, and the iron-headed dragon king used his head to carry the coffin, also for the corpse oil inside.

Insert a sentence here, friends who like fishing may not be strangers, the kind of bait used to make a nest, the faint fishy smell on it, is similar to the fishy smell of corpse oil, as long as the fish smell this smell will be fascinated and flock to it. Of course, the bait is not made of corpse oil, and friends who like fishing should not have any psychological shadow on the bait.

Straight to the point. In the evening, Wang Shoudao borrowed a canopy boat from the village and was rowed by my great-grandfather. Wang Shoudao stood at the bow of the boat with a red lantern, Dong Youcai held a gong in his left hand, and a paper stick rolled into burning paper in his right hand, standing at the stern of the boat, and in the middle of the boat was a paper man wearing clothes and pants, and a red head rope was tied to the paper man's right wrist, and the other end of the red head rope was lowered by the boat gang and soaked in the river.

After my great-grandfather rowed the boat to the middle of the river, Wang Shoudao waved his hand to stop, and then motioned to Dong Youcai to hit the gong with a burning paper stick, and while knocking, he dragged a long voice and shouted out the words that Wang Shoudao had taught him in advance.

"East, West, come back, look at the south, look at the north, come back, come back......"

The sound is very bleak, especially on the lifeless river at night, it sounds indescribably weird, very terrifying. If Wang San hadn't stood at the bow of the boat like a reassuring pill, my great-grandfather would have been chilled at this time.

Every time Dong Youcai recited the rhetoric, he struck the gong with a paper stick, and Wang Shoudao then bent down and shook the red lantern towards the river once, and afterwards heard Wang Shoudao say that shaking the lantern on the river was the soul of Dong Youcai's son to guide the way.

The red light of the lantern swept over the sparkling river, and the reflection in the water looked very strange, as if a ghost eye was born under the water and coveted the boat. The whole process of conjuring is mysterious and eerie.

My great-grandfather didn't dare to look at it much, first, because he was afraid, and second, he had an important task at this time, that is, to guard the paper man's right wrist with a red head rope. When he came, Wang Shoudao explained, and when he saw that the paper man's right wrist was wet, he hurriedly rowed the boat back.

Grandfather could barely see the paper man's right wrist by the faint red light of the lantern on the bow of the ship. The paper man is the skeleton tied by Wang Shoudao with a reed pole, and there is a layer of gray-white window paper pasted outside, although the material is not very good, but it is vividly pierced, and there is a nose and eyes, plus I am wearing clothes at this time, how can I look like a real person.

It didn't take long for my great-grandfather to make a very strange discovery, every time Dong Youcai recited the words, the red head rope tied to the paper man's wrist would be wet from the river to the boat.

After shouting about ten times, the red head rope was completely soaked by water, and when Dong Youcai continued to shout, the paper man's wrist was strangely wet.

After shouting several times, the paper man's wrist was completely soaked, and at this time, my great-grandfather not only felt strange, but also admired Wang Sangen, the master.

Wang Sangen had explained before that the paper man's wrists were all soaked, indicating that Dong Youcai's son's soul had been attached to the paper man, so he had to row the boat back quickly. My great-grandfather did not dare to slack off at this time, and after scooping up the red-headed rope from the river, he rowed the oars and sailed quickly to the shore.

At this time, Wang Sangen and Dong Youcai saw my great-grandfather rowing, and immediately understood what was going on, and the two of them stopped moving together.

When I got to the shore, according to what I had said in advance, Dong Youcai carried the paper man on his back and ran quickly towards Wang Shoudao's house, during which he couldn't turn back or speak, and my great-grandfather and Wang Shoudao ran left and right on both sides of the road in front of them, mainly because they were afraid of hitting people or animals such as cats and dogs on the road, and if they bumped into it, it would scare the soul of Dong Youcai's son away, and it would not be easy to recruit him back at that time.

After arriving at Wang Shoudao's house, Wang Shoudao immediately wrapped the red cloth that had been prepared long ago around the paper man, and wrapped it tightly from head to toe.

According to Wang Shoudao, after the paper man is wrapped in red cloth, the soul can't run away, and he is not afraid of being frightened, which means that the soul is like sealing the soul on the paper man.

At this point, the conjuring matter is completed.

The next day, Dong Youcai bought a ready-made good longevity prescription in a coffin shop in a neighboring village, and put the paper figure into the longevity prescription, which was to say goodbye to Wang Shoudao and my great-grandfather.

Wang Shoudao finally told him that he could only walk at night when he went home, and he must not walk during the day, and the coffin head could not see the light, and when he got home, he immediately took off the red cloth, and the paper figure did not move, and it was enough to bury it with the coffin.

When Dong Youcai left, he thanked Wang Shoudao for his kindness, and he had to leave some silver taels, Wang Shoudao did not accept them, and finally Dong Youcai secretly stuffed the silver taels to my great-grandfather, saying that he should take the silver to buy some delicious food for his master, my great-grandfather was so honest, and when he saw that his master Wang Shoudao did not accept it, he did not accept it. Dong Youcai had no choice in the end, so he went to the town to sell more than a dozen catties of good wine, cut a few catties of cooked beef, and quietly put it in Wang Shoudao's house, and then found someone to carry the coffin and left at night.

After that, Dong Youcai came to Sanwangzhuang a few times, each time with good wine and meat, all said that there is no business and no treachery, this Dong Youcai is not a profiteer, he treats people quite seriously, and after his son died a few months later, the business is getting bigger and bigger, a year later, he accepted a concubine, and the concubine gave birth to a big fat son, my great-grandfather and his master Wang Shoudao were also invited to drink full moon wine.

Later, Wang Shoudao told my great-grandfather that Dong Youcai's eldest son, that is, the son who was beheaded, is essentially the reincarnation of a debt collector, Dong Youcai owed him money in his previous life, and he was reincarnated to collect debts in this life. This also has a lot to do with Dong Youcai's usual accumulation of virtue and good deeds in his life, and those who accumulate virtue and do good deeds have their own gods to protect them.

Wang Shoudao said that some people have a certain number of good fortune and evil fortunes, and if they want to seek more blessings for themselves, they must take good deeds as the root and accumulate virtue as the foundation