I was startled and hurriedly ran out of the house, only to see snowflakes floating outside, small and small, like flying white elves. Morning Star wore a red coat with a white velvet collar covering his neck, reflecting his red fluttering cheeks, which looked particularly charming. She just stood motionless in the yard, smiling at me.

My heartstrings fluttered inexplicably, and I walked over slowly, hugging the morning star in my arms. There was silence in the world, and snowflakes were fluttering, falling on our heads, on our clothes... This is the first snow in 2oo5, a little earlier than in 2oo4...

It didn't take long for the snow to stop, and only a thin layer had accumulated on the ground. The night was particularly cold, and the north wind blew the window frames. I called the little fox into the house and made a nest for him with a blanket under the bed. The next morning, I was woken up by Morning Star's pinched nose, and struggled for a while before crawling out of the bed. After eating a salted duck egg and drinking a bowl of hot porridge, the master came back from outside, carrying a small bulging baggage.

"Master, what is this?" I asked.

"For spell casting at night." Master said.

"Spellcasting?"

"Well, drive, let's go, let's go to Xiaoqing's house..."

Extrapolating from the time, today is the last day of Xiaoqing's father's birthday. In other words, he won't live past twelve o'clock tonight... We suspected earlier that the reason why the old man lost his life for the second time was because he was also like the accountant Wang, someone wanted to borrow his yang life. However, the master said that there must be a 'medium' buried in the courtyard of Xiaoqing's house, that is, ashes. We searched in Xiaoqing's home Qimen Bureau, and there was no Dongzi buried. This shows that the reason why Xiaoqing's father lost his life for the second time was not because someone wanted to borrow his yang life, but for another reason. I can't even tell Master the specific reason, let alone me...

Hearing Master say this at this moment, I couldn't help but feel happy in my heart, "Master, have you thought of a way to save him?" ”

"Whether this method will work or not, I can't guarantee it, I can only depend on the will of God..."

When I came to Xiaoqing's house, I saw that the house was deserted. The snow in the courtyard and on the roof had melted, and only a little snow remained in the corners, seeping out of the cracks at the base of the walls. The old house where the old man lived was air-conditioned, and the house was filled with a hot medicinal gas, which made people feel uncomfortable. The reason why it is uncomfortable is not just because the smell is unpleasant, but there is a faint and inexplicable breath floating in the air, this kind of breath, even people who don't know magic, can feel it, that is the breath of death that surrounds the dying person...

Xiaoqing's mother and her younger brother were at home, plus Xiaoqing and Yang Shujun, the four of them sat around the old man's bed, and they all knew that today was the old man's big day. Xiaoqing's eyes were swollen like peaches, and it seemed that she had cried before, and she hadn't slept well. As soon as we came in, everyone got up and stood up, only Xiaoqing was still shaking her head and sitting there dozing.

"Xiao Zhang, how is it?" Yang Shujun looked sad and asked the master.

The master walked to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand to test the old man's breath, and whispered to Xiaoqing's mother, "Sister-in-law, come out for a while." ”

When she came outside, Xiaoqing's mother asked tremblingly, "Big brother, is his father not saved?" ”

Master looked up at the sky and said in a deep voice, "I decided to give it a try, but there is one thing I need to ask for your consent. ”

"What's the matter? As long as I can save him, I will promise anything! ”

The master looked at her and said slowly, "Dig up your father-in-law's grave, take out the bones, chop them up and burn them..."

The woman's legs were weak, and if Yang Shujun hadn't supported her, she would have fallen to the ground.

"So... Could it be that he could be saved? Yang Shujun asked.

I seemed to understand Master's intentions, "Master, are you going to borrow the old man's remaining Yang Shou and return it to himself?" ”

"That's right." Master said, "He still has a month or two left to live, so it is said that he should not die early." I can't find the reason for his early death, and I can't help him avoid the bad luck of death, but I can borrow the rest of his yang shou after his death, and then return it to him..."

Everyone was dumbfounded, and I suddenly thought of something, "Master, since the old man is dead, is it still useful for Yangshou to return it to him?" ”

"Here's the difficulty." The master said, "If Yangshou borrows it, there is no way to save the old man and bring him back from the dead, which is equivalent to borrowing in vain, sister-in-law..." So, you have to think about it carefully, there is not much time, whether you want to dig the grave and burn the bones, I will give you half an hour to think about it..."

Xiaoqing's mother said that she did not dare to make the decision and had to discuss with her children. Then, she went to the old house, called Xiaoqing out, and then called Xiaoqing's younger brother, and the three of them discussed in the corner for a while. After coming back, he told Master Sù that the children had promised to dig graves, saying that no matter how important the dead were, they were not as important as the living, and that as long as there was a glimmer of hope, they would save the old man, and that one more day would be one more day.

"Good." Master nodded, "Leng'er, you and Xing'er go buy some sacrificial tributes and come back..."

Morningstar and I drove to the market and bought a cooked chicken, a roast duck, and half a pig's head, and Xiaoqing, mother and daughter, had already made lunch. After lunch, we took the shovel and went to the place where Xiaoqing's grandfather was buried.

The sky was overcast and terrible, and the northwest wind was 'fluttering' straight into people's clothes. Xiaoqing's grandfather's grave is not very far from the grave where her grandfather was originally buried. Put the tribute in front of the grave, burn incense and paper and worship a few times, and find a place to shelter from the wind, I, Master, Yang Shujun, and Xiaoqing's younger brother, the four of them smoked and rested for a while, each poured a few sips of soju, and with a flick of their sleeves, they dug up in full swing.

The top layer of frozen soil was hard, and it took a while to dig up the loose soil below. It was easier to dig again, and it didn't take long to dig up the coffin. As soon as the coffin was pried open, Yang Shujun knelt on the ground and cried grinningly, "Uncle..."

Seeing him crying, Xiaoqing's younger brother also knelt down, "Grandpa..."

The corpse in the coffin was lying flat inside, and back then, Xiaoqing's grandfather passed on the method of raising evil spirits to his own son, that is, the person in the coffin. It was he who spent several days making a stone pillar, and ordered the Yang family to nail it to the warehouse, which is now the dilapidated house, and then stuffed the militiaman's broken spine into the bell, and buried the stone pillar with the bell, thus raising the militia into a house...

Master buries the remains of the coffin into a pit that we have dug in advance, and uses a thick wooden pillar to mash the bones like a medicine, throws them into the straw paper and ignites them, and when they are burned out, Master collects the ashes into a jar that we have brought.

When she returned to Xiaoqing's house, the master ordered Xiaoqing's mother to take a stool and put it in the middle of the courtyard, seal the mouth of the ashes altar with rune paper, and offer it to the stool.

"Master, don't you need to bury it?" I asked.

"No..."

The master said that the person who borrowed the king's account for Yangshou used the Five Elements Borrowing Longevity Method, so he had to be buried. The key to his longevity is the kind of charm on the yellow paper in the urn, which is not a spell used by regular warlocks, so his five-element longevity method is something similar to evil magic. Although Master borrowed Shou also needed to use ashes as a 'medium', his method was to come out of the Faqi Gate during his retreat in the backyard, which is not comparable to evil arts...

The next thing to do is to wait quietly, it gets dark a little bit, and for some reason, the county actually has a power outage this night. Xiaoqing lit candles in each room, but the courtyard was still dark. At dinner, everyone had little appetite, so they ate a little hastily and then withdrew the meal.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and from time to time the wind blows into the yard, and the old trees in the yard will sway, frozen and stiff, and the bare branches will make a 'clucking' sound. The columbarium in the middle of the courtyard reflected the candle flame and looked shiny.

Looking up, the night sky is high and deep, the clouds seem to be frozen and frozen, and they don't move, through the stratus clouds, you can faintly see a little starlight, like the dull eyes of a dying man...

The master ordered Xiaoqing's younger brother to find a bedboard, and as the time approached, the master looked at his watch, came to the middle of the courtyard, and let out a long breath into the night sky, saying, "Almost, carry the old man out." ”

We spread a mattress on the bed, and when Xiaoqing's brother and Xiaoqing lifted the old man onto the bed, I now the old man's body has become cold, hard, and I tried his breath, if there is nothing, it is very weak.

Putting the two quilts on the old man's body, Xiaoqing's younger brother and I stepped forward, lifted the bed board, and came outside. I saw that the Master had already lit seven small lamps, arranged in the shape of a large spoon according to the seven stars. The 'spoon handle' was aimed at the urn. The master commanded us and placed the old man in the 'spoon bucket' of the seven stars.

After getting this qiē done, Master called everyone together. Xiaoqing's face was pale and trembling, and Morning Star looked nervous, and the two leaned together.

"Master, after the old man dies, how can he be brought back to life?" I asked.

"From the hands of the shadows, take back his soul..."

All of them widened their eyes at the same time, and I was confused.

"Yin... Negative? I stumbled, "Master, is there really such a thing?" ”

Master nodded and said slowly, "Yin cha is actually a kind of power, a kind of power that summons people's souls into the earth after they die. ”

"The power to summon into the earth?"

"Yes, the life of a person, out of the gate of heaven, the death of a person, into the earth...", the master pinched his fingers and calculated, "When the next child is down, the 'self' falls into the palace, in the Qimen, the 'self' is the yin soil, for the earth, the palace, the west... Leng'er, what you have to do next is to go west, and before the old man's soul enters the earth, he will be robbed from the hands of the Yin Cha..."

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