Ms. Cong and his wife went abroad for the first time, and they had never been in contact with these ghosts and gods in Thailand, and Ms. Cong looked very scared when she saw the cold eyes of Azan Hongban and the thorns on her face full of mantra tattoos. Women are usually more timid than men, and Ms. Cong is especially prominent. What puzzles me is that such a timid woman can refrigerate a stillborn baby in the freezer, and dare to look through the glass door every day, which makes me admire.

A few days later, Lao Xie was called at the port of Bangkok and told him to pick up the goods. Lao Xie returned to Bangkok, took out the stillborn baby sealed in an imported refrigerator from the freight company's warehouse, and returned it to Khon Kaen.

Lao Xie had just walked out of the taxi with a small cooler containing a stillborn baby, and had not yet entered the house. At that time, Ms. Cong and I were sitting in the inner room, and Azanhongban was explaining to us how to turn a stillborn baby into a ghost. Suddenly, he said, "A great grievance, getting closer and closer." ”

Ms. Cong and his wife didn't understand what it meant, but I immediately understood. At this time, the apprentice of Azanhongban and Lao Xie pushed the door in and put the small refrigerator on the ground. Only then did Ms. Cong know that it turned out that Azanhongban had sensed the strong resentment emitted by this stillborn just now.

The people and goods have arrived, and all that's left is to start making imps. Ms. Cong's husband took out 50,000 yuan and handed it to me, and I couldn't bring too much cash with me across the border, which he had brought out from a bank near the airport in Bangkok. Lao Xie told Azan Hongban that he could start, and that the process of making a ghost should be avoided throughout the whole process, but Ms. Cong strongly insisted that she must be present, and she wanted to see with her own eyes how Master Azan Hongban made her son into a ghost. And I have never seen the production of the little ghost, and I also proposed to watch from the sidelines, under the persuasion of Lao Xie, Azanhongban had to agree to let us watch from the side, but warned us that we must not disturb him, otherwise the little ghost will not be refunded if the production is not successful, we quickly nodded and agreed.

The next morning, it was about seven o'clock. The apprentice of Azan Humban drove and the six of us drove to a cemetery north of Khon Kaen, where there were at least a few hundred graves, and even when the sun was shining, I felt quite desolate. Ms. Cong hugged her arms and shivered vigorously, saying why it was so cold. Her husband hugged Ms. Cong: "The sun is so poisonous today, I am sweating, why are you still cold, do you have a cold?" ”

Lao Xie said: "It's not that she's cold, but that the yin qi here is too heavy, and many of the dead are dying horizontally, and the resentment is too great to dissipate." People with poor physique will not be able to stand it. Ms. Cong and her husband looked at each other with a look of fear on their faces.

(Note: The following text deals with some of the content of raising a ghost, which may cause readers to be disgusted.) Please skip if you mind)

Azan Hongban's apprentice first laid out two pieces of rune paper with mantras painted on a flat place, and then opened the refrigerator, and Azan took out the stillborn fetus that was still in a semi-frozen state and put it on the rune paper. He sat cross-legged on the ground, holding two strings of black beads in his hands, and began to recite the mantra.

Ms. Cong and his wife, me, Lao Xie and others all sat by and watched, and no one dared to speak out. My throat was itchy, and I could only endure it. I didn't even dare to cough in a low voice.

The stillborn child gradually thawed, and the bodily fluids slowly trickled down and fell on the gray-yellow rune paper, turning black. Just when Azanhongban blessed the stillborn baby, Ms. Cong next to her changed her expression greatly, her breathing was short, and her body shook violently, as if she was suddenly ill. Her husband hurriedly hugged her, but he didn't dare to make a sound. Azan Homban's apprentice walked over and pressed his hand on her forehead, and she gradually calmed down. Lao Xie stayed away, as if he was afraid of being bitten by Ms. Cong.

After more than ten minutes, Azanhongban stood up, asked the apprentice to wrap the stillborn baby and put it in a wooden box, and went home.

I'm weird, that's it? Back at Azan's house, in the bedroom on the second floor, I asked Lao Xie, and he said, "This hasn't started yet!" The Master first puts the stillborn baby in the cemetery, and then senses how big its resentment is, so as to determine how many days it will be blessed during the production process. ”

"Why do you want to put it in the graveyard?" I asked.

Lao Xie said: "There are a lot of dead yin spirits in the cemetery, and if the corpses of the good dead are placed there, the reaction of those yin spirits will be stronger; If it's also a horizontal death, then there's no induction. Just now, Azanhongban told me that the yin spirit in the cemetery did not react much, which means that Ms. Cong's stillborn resentment is relatively heavy, and I am afraid that it will take more time. "Yajin just rubbish.

I asked, "Can you make it successful, and it won't fail?" ”

Lao Xie smiled: "My relationship with this Master Azanhongban is not ordinary, he is a Miao who lives on the Thai-Cambodian border, specializing in Cambodian black witchcraft, and has deep mana, Brother Tian, you can rest assured!" ”

That night, Azan's apprentice gave each of us a strip of white cloth to tie around our noses and use as masks. Lao Xie didn't say anything, just waited for us downstairs.

Everyone came to the small attic on the third floor, and Azanhongban and the two apprentices were naked, I don't know why. This loft is large and still spacious for seven people. It seems to have been specially designed, and the windows are extraordinarily large, taking up almost the entire triangular wall. The apprentices of Azan Hongban opened all the windows, and a large flat-bottomed iron woks were placed on the ground, and nearly 100 iron chisels were welded on the surface of the wok, and a thick candle was inserted in each iron chisel. There was an iron shelf on the iron wok, and the apprentice of Azan Hongban opened the lid box, took out the stillborn fetus, and used a three-edged iron chisel to penetrate through the stillborn anus, roughly to the position of the head, but did not penetrate, and then put the iron chisel on the shelf, clamping the ends tightly. Ms. Cong and her husband were frightened and distressed as they watched the iron drill pierced into the stillborn body, and Ms. Cong's husband hugged her and patted her body to comfort her.

Another apprentice held a candle in his hand and lit all the candles in the wok. Thailand is tropical, except for the northern part of Thailand, the southern part of the country is basically summer. With a little of the nearly 100 candles, the attic suddenly became even hotter, no wonder Azan and the two apprentices were stripped naked.

The stillborn began to make a sizzling sound under the roasting of the candles, and also emitted a burning smell. Although Ms. Cong and her husband were both wearing masks, they were still smoked to the point of vomiting. In fact, the taste is similar to burning pig's trotters with a blowtorch, but one is a pig and the other is a human, and the psychological feeling is completely different.

During the roasting process, Master Azan kept chanting mantras for blessings. After about twenty minutes, the stillborn baby slowly dripped, mixed with the candle's wax oil, and landed in the iron wok. Master Azan sat cross-legged in front of the wok, chanting mantras in a low voice, and suddenly all the candles went out, but we didn't feel the wind blowing in. The apprentice at the Azanhongban station poured the oil from the wok into a large clay pot. The apprentice poured out the corpse oil again, and poured it on the stillborn, and the color of the oil had turned black and yellow, and it looked disgusting, and then the apprentice told us that we could go downstairs.

The next night, Azanghong's class went up to the attic and continued to roast the corpse. Three days later, I didn't go up, Ms. Cong was so frightened that her face turned pale, but she had to be there every time, and her husband was also helpless.

In this way, every night in the attic, Azan Hongban had to roast stillborns and pour corpse oil on them, every day for forty days. During the day, several famous brand dealers came to invite Yin Pai and Ditong Guman, and I wondered if Fang Gang also knew this Master Azanhongban.

Approaching a month, Ms. Cong and his wife returned to Bangkok to extend their tourist visa for a month. On the forty-ninth day, Azan's disciples told us that we would have to complete the final ritual after the blessings were over, so we all went up again to watch. I thought to myself, it is not easy for Azan to earn this 200,000 baht, and it takes mana and energy to bless for forty days in a row.

The stillborn child had been roasted for more than forty days, and had shrunk into a dried corpse, black and yellow. The apprentice removed the stillborn child from the iron drill and laid it flat on the talisman paper, and Azan Hongban crossed the two small arms of the dried corpse in front of his chest with his hands, and bent his legs into a squatting position.

The stillborn child had been dead for several months, and after dozens of days of baking, the limbs had become ossified, and Azan Hongban's apprentice took out some gray-white thick threads, and when the master was fiddling with the limbs of the dried corpse, he wrapped these warp threads tightly around the body of the dried corpse, and used to fix the posture.