Legend has it that the human body has three fires, which are located on the top of the person's head and on both shoulders. When a person dies, the three fires leave the body. And the two fires on the shoulders are said to leave the body through the mouth, with the last breath that the person exhales before death. Then, the problem arises, the person who hanged himself, the neck was strangled, and he was suffocated to death, so that the two fires on the shoulders of the deceased could not leave the body with the qi. It is said that before the hanged person dies, the body will burn, as if falling into a furnace, which is caused by the two fires holding in the body and burning the hanged person's spirit. And once the hanged person feels burned, even if he is rescued immediately, his body will be much worse afterwards, because his soul has been burned... If he had not been rescued and left to die on his own, then, after the two fires in his body had been extinguished for an hour, he would dig down the soil under his feet, and he would dig up something like charcoal, black in color and red in color, that kind of thing, that kind of thing that he was burned by his own two fires and settled into the ground... This kind of thing does exist, ancient Chinese medicine, called it 'human spirit', Li Shizhen's "Compendium of Materia Medica", there is a record of 'human spirit'. My Master, I call it 'Resentment'...

I looked at the thing in front of me, and saw that it was about five or six centimeters long, curved, cold and cold, like a piece of charcoal, but if I looked closely, I felt that it was not charcoal or soil, like a piece of shit, dark red in the dark. I said to myself, is this the legendary 'resentment'? If so, I'm really drunk when I dig a pit and dig up this thing... I looked at the tree trunk high above my head, and said to myself, depending on the situation, this tree trunk may have hanged people in the past, so there will be resentment in the dirt underneath. However, there is another possibility, 'resentment' is a very evil thing, if one hangs someone and does not dig it out of the soil and dispose of it, the luck of the family will always be bad. Therefore, it is also possible that a certain family of hanged people, the family dug up this ghost thing, buried it in this temple, and used this temple to suppress it...

No matter what the situation is, in short, since this thing has been dug up by me, it can't be buried back, because this temple can't suppress it at all, and pilgrims often come, and sooner or later something will happen. I carefully wrapped it in talisman paper, put it in my bag, and continued to dig the hole. After the pit was dug, I threw the 'Jingmen Fu' and a 'Ding Qi Fu' into the pit, lit it, burned it out, and took out the paper ashes. The so-called 'Yin Fire' is the fire of the earth in Jingmen, and the 'Yang Fire' is the fire of the sky in the position of the south.

After I got out of the temple, I ran all the way, and by this time, the rain had almost stopped, and there was mist everywhere, and I ran with wind on my feet, as if I were riding a cloud in the mist. Panting and coming to the park, I saw Xiang Feng's figure standing there in a pose.

"How's it going, have you borrowed it?" Xiang Feng asked.

"Borrowed, you... What about you? ”

I looked up at the ground and there was nothing. The magic weapons I left for Xiang Feng are still stacked in place.

"I've been waiting for you to come back..."

"Oh," I suddenly realized, "Hey, you kid pulled me over in the middle of the night, just to ask me to run errands for you, but you're here to enjoy the rain and flowers, right?" ”

Xiang Feng smiled slightly, "You said yes, right?" ”

"You kid..."

"Alright." Xiang Feng interrupted me and looked at the sky, "It won't be long before it will be dawn, hurry up and cast spells." ”

I didn't say anything.

"Master Leng, take out the thing that Old Man Liu spit out of his mouth from the talisman paper bag and put it in that position... Master of Cold? ”

Xiang Feng looked at me and smiled, "What, angry?" Her expression was like that of a resentful woman. ”

"Cut..."

I was about to take it with my hands, and I said to the wind, "Okay, then let's not take that thing yet." Well, take out that 'human spirit' in your bag and give it to me. ”

My eyes widened as big as bells, "You... How do you know I have a soul in my bag?! ”

Xiang Feng smiled slightly, "Of course I know, in fact, borrowing Yin Fire is secondary, and finding a human spirit is the most important thing..."Xiang Feng Zhengse said, "I calculated that if you act tonight, you can find a human spirit, when Jingmen, Ding Qi, the two meet, and when Luokun Palace, the human spirit will appear." However, I can't look for it, because the yang energy in my body is too heavy, you are born in the yin time, and the life of the year is also yin, and the five elements belong to water, and the five elements of 'human spirit' belong to fire, and water overcomes fire. So, you're the right fit. However, I can't tell you explicitly, I can only say that you can borrow the Yin Fire. Because, the human spirit is a spiritual thing, and if you go to it, it can sense it from afar, and then mislead you, so that you can't find it..."

I stared straight at the wind and gave him a thumbs up.

"I'm not angry when I say that, are you?" Xiang Feng asked.

I came back to my senses and said with a smile, "How can Master Ben be so stingy and tease you..."

As I spoke, I took out the 'human spirit' from my bag and handed it to Xiang Feng, "What is this thing for?" ”

Xiang Feng told me that if I relied on Yin Fire alone, the energy would be too small to match with Yang Fire and transform the power of the de-icing talisman. In addition, if you just borrow an ordinary yin fire, you don't need to be so troublesome. If you want to dissolve the ice talisman, you must have a more powerful negative fire, and the human spirit meets this condition. In addition, the existence of human spirit will endanger the yang people, and using it is equivalent to killing two birds with one stone.

As he spoke, Xiang Feng scattered the eight small bowls stacked together and placed them on the ground in eight directions. After handing over the 'human spirit' and the 'yin fire', that is, the paper ashes, to Xiang Feng, I took out the thing that Old Man Liu spit out of his mouth and put it in the middle of the eight bowls.

The muscles of Xiang Feng's cheeks bulged, picked up the 'human spirit' and put it in the palm of his hand, and pinched it hard to crush it (if any friend is lucky enough to see such a thing as 'human spirit', don't do it like Xiang Feng), Xiang Feng put the paper ash into the palm of his hand and rubbed it a few times to make them mix with the 'human spirit'. Then, Xiang Feng picked up the pieces one by one and put them into each bowl on the floor.

After dispersing, Xiang Feng took a stack of yellow paper and quickly counted ten sheets. With a cinnabar pen, I wrote the ten heavenly stems on each sheet. The so-called ten days of dry are: A, B, C, D, pente, hexagen, xin, non dec. After writing, Xiang Feng placed the ten pieces of paper on the periphery of the eight small bowls. Open that keg and pour gasoline into each small bowl...

It seems like a hassle to say, but the wind moves with dashing and agileness, and I haven't been dazzled and I haven't understood it yet, and his game has already been arranged.

"If you lay out in advance, first, there will be no yin fire and human spirit, and second, by the time you come back, the gasoline will have already volatilized..."Xiang Feng got up and said.

"Now, what do you need me to do?" I asked.

"No, you don't." Xiang Feng said, "You can just watch from the sidelines, remember not to make a sound." ”

I stepped aside, brushed to the wind, pulled out the seven-star sword, first walked around the periphery of the circle twice, and then lifted my feet and stepped into the gap between the ten heavenly stems and the eight small bowls, and walked counterclockwise twice. Then, Xiang Feng suddenly collapsed into the middle of the circle through the gap between the two small bowls, and then walked out from the gap between the other two small bowls... If the eight gaps are compared to the eight gates, Xiang Feng first enters from the Shengmen, then exits from the Jingmen, then enters from the Dumen, and then exits from the Xiumen... The cycle repeats itself, and the windward looks like a whirlwind, and the speed is amazing. As he walked, he suddenly took a big step, jumped directly from the circle to the periphery of the formation, turned around, and snorted to the wind, and the seven-star sword slammed to the ground, only to see that on the periphery of the circle, the yellow paper circle with ten days of dry writing seemed to spin...

In fact, the yellow paper has not moved, the so-called 'rotation' is a visual illusion... Xiang Feng slashed his sword again, and I felt my eyes dazzle, as if something had fallen into the formation. Hearing a 'boom', the eight small bowls burned, and the light of the fire looked very different from the ordinary firelight, not the kind of yellow with blue, but a blood-red color. As Xiang Feng walked around the periphery of the formation, the Seven Star Sword swung towards each small bowl, and the tongues of fire of those small bowls, like ropes with sharp ends and thick tails, stretched and retracted towards the thing that came out of Old Man Liu's mouth...

This scene is strange, but it is gorgeous, and I am already stunned.

The tongue of fire was stretching and contracting, and suddenly, I heard a 'cluck' sound, and then a cloud of mist rose in the middle of the formation. I looked through the mist, because of the distance, I couldn't see anything clearly, and I was about to get closer to see, as soon as my foot was raised, I heard Xiang Feng shouting, Ah Leng, don't come, this thing is a ghost fetus! …

Sinister design? … I was stunned for a moment, Xiang Feng had already clasped a lonely void rune in his hand, his lips squirmed a few times, and with a flick of his hand, the talisman flew into the formation. With a loud bang, the game dispersed, the bowl shattered, the fire was extinguished, and as for the 'thing', it was blown to pieces, some of the larger pieces, shaking on the ground...

Xiang Feng looked tired, like an ancient ninja, squatting on the ground with a sword in one hand, his head bowed, and his chest panting together.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

Xiang Feng turned his head to me and smiled wryly, "It's okay." ”

"What the hell is that thing?"

"It's the dead mage."

"Mage?"

"Well, I feel that it should be him, his ghost entered that Li Juanjuan's belly, ate what Li Juanjuan was carrying, the child's spirit, and took possession of the carcass. Looks like he wants to regenerate..."

"And now?" I asked.

"I've broken it up..."

I couldn't help but think that what I saw on the upper floor of that apartment, the 'person' in the mirror, Xiang Feng said that it was the mage. If this is the case, it seems that 'he' ran away from that building and later entered Li Juanjuan's stomach...

However, if the mage wanted to regenerate with the help of Li Juanjuan, then why did Li Juanjuan die again? …

I slept enough anyway, and when I went back, I sat on the bed with Xiang Feng and analyzed until it was dark.

"Would you like to sleep for a while?" I stretched, stood up, and said.

Xiang Feng shook his head, "No need. ”

I looked outside, then looked at the time, "Then let's go to the city with me, find Old Man Liu's children, and let them collect the corpses..."