I said that Lao Xie would definitely not let go of this opportunity, and it is estimated that he did not find his next home, so I couldn't sleep. Fang Gang told me not to always drill the horns of the bull, sometimes you can think about the problem from a different angle, maybe there is a way. I hurriedly asked him if there was any good way, and Fang Gang snorted: "I'm teaching you the method, what is the best way!" ”

Hanging up, I was so discouraged that I forgot to eat dinner and went straight back to the hotel. Sit in the lobby. I carefully recalled what Fang Gang said to me just now, and I wanted to sell the goods to customers, how to change this angle? There's no breakthrough either. After thinking about it for a long time, I hated this guy Dengkang more and more, and I wondered if he hadn't forced the spirit mountain spirit to me, who would change this gear! It's not appropriate to put a good Ayi Azan, you have to use the mountain to refine some black method, isn't this full of food.

Thinking of the words "Azan in Black" and "Cultivating the Black Method", I suddenly remembered that the spirit body mountain spirit was to be sold to a customer, and this customer had to be an ordinary person. Why can't it be Azan?

I immediately sent a group text message to Lao Xie and Fang Gang. Let them send the information of the spirit mountain spirits to all the black-clothed Azan and the head descender they knew.

Lao Xie called: "Brother Tian, is this your idea to pat your head again?" I can actually come up with the idea of selling my feminine things to Master Azan, admire and admire! "I told him to talk less nonsense and asked if it was feasible. Lao Xie affirmed that of course it was feasible, and this method was quite promising, so he would do it immediately.

Fang Gang also texted back: "Good idea, you can try it." ”

After two or three days, Fang Gang called me and asked if the Spirit Mountain Spirit was still in Master Chen's old mansion, and I said of course. He said, "Do you still know Azampong?" ”

When I heard the name, I immediately remembered that when I first went to Thailand, I had been to the house of a master Azan who lived in the southeast of Bangkok, and for the first time I had seen the corpse of a baby roasted by fire, that was Azampong. How about this black-clothed master's soul control skills. Because it's been so long, I can't remember it for a long time.

So I asked, "What is Master Azanphon?" ”

Fang Gang said: "I sent information pictures and introductions to all the black-clothed Azan I knew on my mobile phone, and Azampong's assistant called me back, saying that Azampong was very interested and asked if I could ship things back to Thailand." I think you also know that the Azan are all in Southeast Asian countries, so what's the use of you storing it in Hong Kong? It's also inconvenient to see the goods. ”

I thought to myself, in order to get rid of it as soon as possible, I guess there is only this way, but I have to take the freight myself.

It took me a lot of time to transport the spirit mountain essence back to Thailand, because of its particularity, I can't let the people at the customs open it, so it will not be good that there will be an accident or Master Chen used his relationship to find an acquaintance at the customs and send it to the port of Bangkok in the name of handicraft exports.

A few days later, I was waiting for the goods in Bangkok in advance, and I picked up things from the port of Bangkok, and Fang Gang drove the half-used Toyota pickup truck to pick me up, fortunately, it was a pickup truck, and the back bucket could put a large Buddha statue. If the RV is really not good, although the size of the mountain spirit is not large, but the cloth Zhou Shimian can't be installed.

I asked the staff of the freight company to help carry Bu Zhou into the car, and I sat in the passenger seat, with the spirit mountain spirit lying horizontally on my lap. Fang just drove to BanBueng, southeast of Bangkok, where Master Azangphong lived. It's just over half an hour drive from Bangkok. When I got to this place called BanBueng, there were rows of six or seven storey buildings on the roadside, like factories and schools, looking half-new and not old.

The car stopped in front of a gray-white seven-story building surrounded by an iron fence, and I followed Fang Gang out of the car. Fang Gang took out his mobile phone and was flipping through the phone book, when he saw a short man in a white half-sleeved T-shirt coming out of the building, opening the iron fence gate, and Fang Gang saluted each other, and then let us in.

The building is very dim, the lights are not on, I don't know if it is to save electricity. The short man led us both around and into a room. There are many Buddha statues and Buddha plaques here, there are hundreds of them, large and small, a middle-aged man is sitting cross-legged on the ground, naked, barefoot wearing herringbone slip-flops, his chest and arms are full of tattoos, this is Azampong, the last time I saw him. It's been more than two years ago, and time is so fast.

After a few words of conversation, I realized that the reason why the man in the white T-shirt came out to greet us just now was because Master Azangphong was sitting in the room and sensed a very strong resentment. Guessed that it was supposed to be us, so I asked the assistant to go out and pick it up.

Seeing what I was holding, Azampong stood up and told us to follow him. After coming out of the room, I turned a few more corners, and I came out of the building and into the backyard. There is a clearing in the center of the building, and there is a temple in the clearing, which is about less than twenty meters square, and it is completely invisible from the outside of the building.

Entering the temple, there is a huge altar, I remember more than two years ago it was not so big, it should be the largest altar I have ever seen. In addition to a few huge statues of Buzhou, there are dozens of large and small Kuman Tong, and there are several wooden boxes without lids on the ground, which are full of ghost boys. The exterior is painted with gold dust, and some are tied with red ropes. There were many lit candles on the altar table, as well as two rows of Binling Buddha plaques, a gray-black skull in the center, no jaw± and many bones in the iron trays on both sides of the lower side. There are thigh bones, skulls, and arm bones, among others.

The assistant took the spirit spirit from my hand and placed it on the ground, and Azampong sat cross-legged in front of the wooden box, twisting two strings of light yellow human bone beads in his hand, and chanting mantras in a low voice. After a few minutes, he reached out and slowly opened the lid of the box, revealing the mountain spirit wrapped in the shroud.

The blood dripping could still be seen on the linen, which was already dark red. Azampong unfurled the shroud layer by layer, revealing the mountain spirit inside, black and swarthy, and I saw that the mountain spirit's fingernails had grown long. It's still curly, like hooks, and when I saw it dozens of days ago, my nails were only two or three inches long, and I couldn't believe it in less than two months.

Azampong took the skull from the altar table and placed it on the ground, pressing the top of the skull with his left hand and placing the five fingers of his right hand on the chest of the spirit spirit. He recited mantras more frequently. But the volume did not rise, and the candles on the altar of earth flickered, left and right.

Suddenly, Azampong paused, then resumed his recitation. It didn't take long for him to pause again, and his body trembled a little. The assistant next to him hurriedly went over, bent down and asked, Azampong shook his head, and the assistant also sat down cross-legged, put the tips of the four fingers of his right hand except for the thumb on the mountain spirit, and began to recite the mantra.

I felt a little suffocated in the air in the room, and I didn't know how to think about it, so I wanted to go out and get some air, but I didn't want to miss it. I wonder how Azampong is going to bless this spirit spirit. After more than ten minutes, the voice of Azampong's assistant chanting mantras became quieter and quieter, and finally he leaned to the right and was about to fall.

Fang Gang happened to be next to him, and hurriedly took a few steps and bent down to support him. I looked over and was startled, the corner of the assistant's mouth began to bleed, his face was pale, and his eyes were wide open. Azampong stopped chanting, took out his mobile phone and made a call, then wrapped the shroud for the mountain spirit, placed the skull flat on the mountain spirit's chest, blew out the candles, and got up to help his assistant out of the small temple.

Outside the temple. Fang Gang asked, "Does he matter?" ”

Azanpong shook his head: "It's okay, he doesn't have enough mana to cooperate with me to imprison this spirit, I'm going to call another Azan to come and help me, he also lives in Bangkok, it may take more than two hours to get here." You can go back first and wait for my news. I looked at Fang Gang, and he said that it was okay anyway, just wait here.

Two hours later, it was already dark. Sure enough, there was a person, I have seen this person, who used to give the Dazhi blessing transfer talisman in Yancheng, Jiangsu Province, who was bent on taking the civil service exam, was this master. His hair was long and messy, and his eyes were black. His eyes are shining, but he always looks like a thief. The last time I met him was two years ago, when he had a little ghost boy in his house who had to be worshiped with live fish and chickens every day. This Azan has a lot of big buckets of water used to raise fish, and there are many chicken cages, and every day he bites live fish and chickens with his mouth, and puts the meat on the little ghost to feed.