This talisman is neither a ghost nor a god, this talisman is for him Cha Wenbin's own.

"Bring a bowl and water."

I saw Cha Wenbin pour half a bowl of water, then bit his middle finger and dripped three drops of blood into the water, and then used his finger to stir it. Then I didn't know what was going on, he took the talisman and lit it, and after lighting it, he quickly drew circles on top of the bowl of water, and the flaming talisman paper burned rapidly, and the ashes of the burnt water kept falling into the water.

I saw that the water in the bowl began to spin and spin faster, and soon it became a small whirlpool, and finally even the bowl moved together.

During the whole process, Cha Wenbin's eyes were always closed, but the talisman he was holding never exceeded the boundary of the bowl. Again and again, it skimmed the water in a regular circle, and when the rune paper burned out, a flame the size of a fingernail fell into the water and made a "pop" sound.

Cha Wenbin still didn't open his eyes, but squeezed a drop of blood again, at this time, a magical scene happened, I am sure that this is not a trick.

The water in the bowl slowly began to stop spinning, and the last drop of blood he squeezed in did not disperse, but slowly separated from the last lump of rune paper that fell into both sides.

The blood is red, the rune paper is black after burning, and the water was originally a mixture of red and black. Forcibly separated!

The bowl was half red, half black, and what was even more surprising was that there was a black dot in the middle of the red half, which was the rune that fell into the water at the end; There was a red dot in the middle of the black half, which was the last drop of blood that Cha Wenbin squeezed in.

A bowl of water, one red and one black, red in black, black in black!

At this time, he stretched out his middle finger and gently swiped it in the bowl, and a perfect "S" line broke through the water, and I was stunned!

At this time, what is presented in the bowl is a picture of Taiji, perfect Taiji! It is so quietly in the bowl, as long as you touch it will immediately spread and merge, but it is there, and it will not disappear.

It's a pity that this perfect pattern has been picked up by Cha Wenbin and drunk it before I can appreciate it properly. It was him, and he drank that bowl of water. This is the Tao has me, I have the Tao, humanity is one, Tai Chi also!

Tiangang Sanqing Fu is used to open people's Dao hearts, what is Dao? Dao Ke Dao, very Dao Dao! Everyone is the Tao, you and I have it, but it has been covered by too many earthly distractions, so hazy that it is impossible to see clearly.

This bowl of water is the holy water that washes his soul, allowing a pious Taoist disciple to wash away everything in the past three years, he wants to come back, he wants to be that Cha Wenbin again.

It doesn't matter if the hero drinks water or wine, he can drink that momentum and drink it all in one go! With a "snap", the bowl was smashed to the ground, he has indeed suffered too much in the past three years, especially Yuan Xiaobai's last look at him.

There was a "bang", and the door was blown by the wind and slammed against the wall, and the old elder whose candle flame was pulled was long, and the oblique shadow danced on the wall. The two large copper coins were tied with red rope in the middle, and the two sides were also put on the bridge of the nose with red ropes, and suddenly became a pair of glasses, which is said to be able to see ghosts, the low-level kind.

"Close the door!" Cha Wenbin stuffed a black guy in my hand, I don't know what it was, and closed the door with the fat man. The wind was blowing, and he and I could close it with our backs, and I glanced at it, and the body of my eldest cousin outside had been buried in the snow at this time, and the whole thing had become a "snowman"!

A bronze mirror was placed in front of the candle, Cha Wenbin kept adjusting the direction of the mirror, and there was a slight bright spot on the wall that kept moving. After a while, the bright spot would disappear, and Cha Wenbin would keep adjusting, and finally I realized that it was not that I couldn't see it, but that the original pale yellow bright spot was dark green.

Ghosts have no shadows, people have three souls, heaven, earth and man, three souls and seven spirits, and people are living people. When a person dies, the light goes out, the yin and yang dissipate, and the three souls are separated, and the light shines through and there is no shadow. The same is true of mirrors, living people can see themselves in the mirror when they stand in front of the mirror, but ghosts cannot, so the mirror has been used to ward off evil spirits since ancient times.

My yin and yang eyes have degenerated, and I can't see dirty things, Cha Wenbin can, although he doesn't have yin and yang eyes, but he can borrow them.

In the east corner, his mirror reflection rested there, and there was a chair in that place.

"Stone, come and hold the mirror!"

Fat enough to obey, Cha Wenbin freed his hand and squatted down, grabbed a handful of incense ash from the copper plate that burned paper money, and slowly walked towards the corner of the wall. When it was still a meter away, a handful of incense ash was shaken in the air, and strangely, there was exactly a butt-sized place on the chair that didn't take up any ash at all......

It's not difficult for ordinary people to see ghosts, and there are many ways for Taoist priests to do so, depending on how brave you are. The fat man and I are both "people who have come over", we have seen the Yin Errand Brigade, and we will care about this, at best, it is just a new soul, in the words of the fat man, he can handle it without Cha Wenbin.

The seven-star sword has been unsheathed, this sword was only called the seven-star sword at that time, and the half-meter-long sword body was cold and wanton, some people say that it was stolen by Ling Zhengyang from somewhere else, and some people say that Ling Zhengyang received it from his master Master Zangyin. In short, no matter what, the age of this sword is much earlier than the history of his Tianzheng Sect, and after all these years, this sword has always been like that, it has never been rusted, it has never been damaged, it seems bleak but it is full of murderous spirit, I don't know how many wild ghosts and demons have been buried under its blade.

"Come out!" Cha Wenbin drank to the stool.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, I'm afraid that this Taoist priest would have made some false tricks to fool people, but when a private and inhuman thing that you can see with your naked eyes appears, you know: Oh, it turns out that mine is really hell!

Unlike the substance of the human being, it is almost transparent, to be exact, a lump. It's green, you can see through it to the wall behind it, but you have to admit that it exists.

Things like ghosts belong to yin, and people belong to yang, which is like one goes to the left and the other goes to the right, yin and yang are two worlds, but some people like to go back and forth.

To explain mathematically: the yang value of a person is 100, and the yin value of a ghost is 99, and the ghost should take a detour when it sees a living person, because it is no match for people's yang energy. But some ghosts have a lot of resentment, and at this time its yin value will be 150, or even 200, and when you encounter it, it will be considered a Tao!

The appearance of the ghost means that it is completely exposed to the yang, and the yang energy of the three adult men in the room is very heavy. As long as it appears, its own yin qi will be weakened, and it will naturally stop eating without Cha Wenbin using any tricks.

I thought that the ghost he was looking for would be my dead cousin, but I didn't want me to look at the figure a little differently, so I suddenly looked up and saw a portrait hanging in the hall, and then looked down, good fellow, this is not my dead cousin and grandfather!

"I was wrong...... the figure crouched on the ground after saying this, and I heard the cry, a very small sob.

Ghosts make sounds, but their voices are not the same as those of living people, because their voices can't penetrate the air powerfully, so you always feel that the tone is deliberately stretched long, empty, and quiet. If you happen to hear someone calling your name in this voice, it's best not to say yes.

"Who else are you going to take away?"

"It's all my iniquity, I watched him die with my own eyes, but he is my son after all."

"Who did it? I know it's not you. ”

My cousin's next sentence left me confused, and he said, "I can't say it...... If you say that, you will die. ”

"What about his soul?" Cha Wenbin asked.

"It was taken away, just as the coffin was overturned."

Cha Wenbin put away his sword and sighed: "You really don't say it, if you don't say it, I won't be able to save more people." It's always your son, what you do with people's souls is nothing more than cultivation, it's a kind of torment, endless karmic fire will burn through his soul, until the last drop of yin qi is squeezed out, and there is no chance to be reincarnated as a beast in the next life. ”

"How can this be......" The figure collapsed suddenly......

Cha Wenbin said to me at this time: "Xiaoyi, are you afraid of letting your grandfather sleep with you at night?" ”

My face turned white as soon as I brushed it, and I replied in a trembling voice, "Just kidding, brother......"

"Come here." He spoke, and I had to bite the bullet and move forward.

"Open the umbrella."

Only then did I realize that I was holding a black umbrella in my hand, the old style of a foreign cloth umbrella, very shabby.

"Where did it come from?" I asked.

Cha Wenbin took the umbrella and said, "It should have been used by him before his death." He put the umbrella on the stool and read a sentence in his mouth: "Qingming umbrella, Qingming umbrella, open the umbrella umbrella, open the umbrella into the underworld!" I didn't see exactly how he did it, but with a flick of my wrist, the umbrella circled around the stool. Then he turned around and put the umbrella away, stuffed it into my hand and said, "Take it, remember to put it under the ** when you go home at night." ”

I took the umbrella and wanted to throw it away on the spot, but Cha Wenbin added: "If you lose it, it will follow you for the rest of your life." ”

Me: "......"

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Good night