"Thirsty, aren't you?" Hongban stood up. Lao Xie nodded again and again, his throat was about to smoke, Hong Ban took Lao Xie to sit down in another room, and Lao Xie drank two large scoops of water.

Hong Ban asked, "How is your son?" ”

Lao Xie smiled bitterly and said that it was still like that, and his condition was getting worse year by year. It's thousands of dollars a month. Hong Ban didn't speak, and Lao Xie felt that he could start talking about business, so he asked, "Uncle...... This one...... Uncle. What kind of character did you write, why don't I know any of them, is it a Chinese character? "To call this distant relative who is several years younger than himself an uncle, Lao Xie feels very awkward, when he came to Hong Ban, he called him by his name, but now he is almost middle-aged, and he has to come by generation.

Hongban said: "Witch book spell." ”

Originally, Lao Xie hoped that Hong Ban could explain more to him, but Hong Ban was still in the old habit and only jumped three words. Lao Xie asked what kind of witch spell it was, how it was passed down, and what effect it could play.

Under Lao Xie's dozens of supplementary questions, Hong Ban finally got everything to say. According to Hongban, those words are Miao witch mantras that have been handed down since the end of the Qing Dynasty. It was written in books and passed down through generations. When it came to Hongban's father's hands, it was originally complete, but it was just in time for the four olds, and no matter how remote the place was, it was not spared. In order to preserve the book, before the Red Guards arrived in the village, Hongban's father wrapped the book in several layers of oilcloth, sealed it with wax, put it in a water tank, covered it with a wooden curtain, and then filled the water tank with water. From the outside, the water tank can be seen at a glance, and it is very hidden.

A few months later. Everything that should have been broken in the village was almost broken, and the Red Guards also withdrew, so Hongban's father dared to take out the oilcloth bag. It was found that there were places where the wax was not sealed, and it slowly seeped into it under the action of water pressure, and half of the book was soaked. The book was more than 100 years old, the paper was old and moldy, and it was even worse when it was soaked in water, and only half of the content was left after the rescue.

Lao Xie was very curious, so he asked, "Then can I read this book?" ”

He thought that Hong Ban might not agree to such a private issue, but he immediately agreed and went to another room to get the book for Lao Xie to read. As shown on TV, the book is worn out and broken. The first half of the book is almost gone, and the only remaining pages are painted with human figures and text. After reading it, Lao Xie understood, no wonder Hong Ban was so refreshing, every word, every group of symbols and every pattern in this book, Lao Xie didn't know what it was.

Do these words have a pronunciation? What does it mean? Lao Xie couldn't help but ask.

Hong Ban looked at him, casually pointed to a certain word on a certain page and said, "XXXXX." "Hung Ban pronounced a total of five syllables. It sounds like both Cantonese and Fujian, and Lao Xie can only be sure of one thing, that is, he didn't understand it at all. If you look closely, you can see that it is composed of two concentric circles and an upward arc.

Lao Xie smiled and asked, "I don't understand it at all, what does this word mean?" ”

Hong Ban made a gesture of buttoning something to his face with both hands: "Wear a mask." ”

At the mention of the mask, Lao Xie immediately remembered something and said, "I know, is it the kind of mask worn by the wizards of the ancient Miao tribe?" I remember," Hong Ban nodded, a look of approval on his face. During the conversation, it was learned that the ancient Miao wizards had to wear a special mask on their faces before they were about to perform rituals or cast spells. This mask is made from the bark of a local tree called the Sweetgum Sacred Tree, and is soaked in a potion prepared by the Miao witch doctor himself, so that as long as the shaman wears it, he can temporarily gain the ability to communicate with the gods.

After finally understanding so much information, Lao Xie thought to himself, if I communicate with you for three days, everyone will be tired to death, and only a few words or a sentence or two will jump.

"Does Uncle Hong also have this kind of mask?" Lao Xie asked curiously. Hong Ban looked at Lao Xie and shook his head, his face didn't seem quite right, so Lao Xie didn't ask anymore.

Having a simple lunch at Hong Ban's house, Hong Ban fried two dishes with a big pot stove, all of which were green vegetables, less oil and less salt, ordinary people must not be used to eating, but Lao Xie was thrifty in Thailand for most of the year, and he was also accustomed to it. He was already hungry all the way, and he didn't even eat enough two big bowls of rice, and Hongban was a single, so he didn't buy so much rice, so he had to go to burn firewood and steam new rice.

During the meal, Lao Xie asked Hong Ban's wife and children where they had gone, and why they hadn't seen him twice.

Hong Ban said calmly: "Dead." ”

Lao Xie was so shocked that he almost choked, but Hong Ban was definitely not someone who liked to make such jokes. Lao Xie tried his best to pretend that he didn't take it seriously, and while picking up rice, he thought in his heart, how did he die, a car accident or an accident?

Sitting in the house after dinner, Hong Ban asked what was the matter with coming to him. Lao Xie said: "You don't know, I've been in Thailand for most of the year!" ”

"What for?" Hong Ban still only said three words, but he was clearly interested. Lao Xie briefly told Hong Ban about the process from his classmates guiding him to contact Thai Buddhist cards to going to Thai card dealers.

Lao Xie was very excited: "Uncle, you don't know, I have seen several Miao mages in northern Thailand and northern Vietnam in the past six months, some of them are also Chinese, they have gone to Thailand and Vietnam to practice the Dharma, some make and bless Buddha cards, some exorcise evil spirits, and some give people to surrender and surrender, which is particularly popular." ”

Hong Ban listened carefully and was noncommittal.

As soon as Lao Xie saw that there was a play, he continued: "These mages started to use Miao witchcraft, and later learned local methods in Southeast Asia, such as Cambodian Khmer art, Burmese spiritualism, etc., combined with the original Miao witchcraft, the effect is very good. ”

Hong Ban didn't speak, only nodded slightly.

Lao Xie said again: "Uncle, how boring it is for you to be alone in this small village all day, why don't you go to Thailand with me to be an Azan!" It's eye-opening and profitable, do you think what I'm saying makes sense? "Brother Dong.

Hong Ban replied: "Well, that makes sense. ”

Lao Xie felt that he was short of the last handful of firewood, and said: "I have been in Thailand for more than half a year, and I have known many customers, after you arrive in Thailand, I will help you find a Southeast Asian master who cultivates the Fa, you communicate with them, let them teach you Nanyang spells, you teach them Miao witch spells, and at the same time contact customers to do some magic to exorcise evil spirits." When you think it's about the same, start to make your own blessing Buddha cards, I am responsible for sales, and we will share the money we earn, what a good cooperation! ”

Listening to Lao Xie's words, Hong Ban kept nodding. Lao Xie asked: "Then you are ready to prepare, let's leave in the next few days." Is three days enough, but a week? Are there any witchcraft materials and tools to check in? ”

Hong Ban only said two words: "Don't go." ”

Lao Xie almost fainted, he spoke passionately for a long time, and thought that Hong Ban could be tempted, but he didn't expect his efforts to be in vain. When he asked in amazement why he didn't go, Hung Ban said, "Witchcraft can heal and harm." ”

"I know, you went to Thailand to be Azan, you helped people, and you didn't let you hurt people." Lao Xie said anxiously.

"I heard that Thai mages use babies to refine corpse oil. ”

Lao Xie hurriedly said that it was done by the black-clothed Azan and the head lowering master, and the white-clothed Azan didn't do this kind of thing, although they also used yin materials, but it was all in order to let the yin spirit help the worshipper to make his wish, cultivate blessings for himself, and reincarnate as soon as possible in the future. This is also an act of accumulating virtue, so many white-clothed Azan later became Luang Po monks, especially respected in Thailand.

Hong Ban asked, "How can I help?" Lao Xie briefly talked about how Long Po and Master Azan used yin materials to make Buddhist cards, and how to bless the yin spirit into the Buddhist cards to do things for the worshippers.

"Those Azan masters can communicate with any ghost, and can they serve themselves or anyone else?" Hong Ban asked questions, and the words became more, no longer jumping a few words like before.

Lao Xie thought to himself, it seems that Hong Ban is only willing to say a few more words on the topics he is interested in. He said: "The control of Yin Spirits by Nanyang magic is called Soul Control Technique, and only Chinese Taoism and witchcraft are called detention. Chinese magic is generally used to communicate with the gods and spirits, and is used to heal ordinary people. But most of the spells in Southeast Asia are conversations with the yin spirits of ordinary people, especially the kind that dies in vain, and the resentment is great, and the effect after blessing is good. ”

After listening to Lao Xie's words, Hong Ban seemed to hesitate, but finally said: "Lao Xie, I'm just an ordinary Miao wizard, and I don't know much about Southeast Asian spells. And I don't like to show my head, I've lived in the village for decades and don't want to go out. ”