The word fried ghost comes from a legend in the early years, about a person who was harassed by a ghost and had a restless day and night, so in a fit of rage, he burned a pot of hot oil at home and threw it at the place where the sound came from. The man was overjoyed, grabbed the demon and threw it into a pan of oil and fried it to ashes—and from then on, everything was fine.

But that's just a story, not a fried ghost as August calls it.

Take glutinous rice wine as the juice, add cinnabar, Rong salt, and empty green three flavors to boil, and when the mist is steaming, put the ghost-hunting money into the pot together with the talisman, plus realgar and mercury, so that the ghost comes out of the blockade and arrives in the pot, suffering but unable to break free, just like the oil pot on the ninth floor of the underground mansion boiling prison.

In this way, the ghost will inevitably have a great yin qi and three souls will be injured, and they must not stay in the world, so they can only return to the underworld and wait for reincarnation.

Hungry Futu is commonly known as the hungry ghost, although it is fierce but does not have much ability, only the ability to hide is the first of the nine evil ghosts. Old man Wang originally wanted to use the technique of drawing bones to find out the location he hid on Feng San's body, but he didn't want to be broken by the Supreme Treasure with a word!

After thinking about it, everyone understood the truth of this: the Fa treats ghosts and demons, just like the owner of the ingredients who sells oil, salt, sauce and vinegar looks at the chef's cooking, how much salt and sugar is, and he can also know that the taste is light and salty and the water is refilled, but he does not know the taste of the dish itself; The ghost itself looks at this matter like a chef looking at another chef's cooking, and can not only know the amount of ingredients, but also predict how the dish will taste when it is finished.

The Supreme Treasure is between yin and yang, and it is similar to the ghost itself.

The old man in August did not doubt the judgment of the Supreme Treasure at all, and immediately let that Feng San lie flat on the ground...... Although this guy didn't know what everyone was talking about, he knew in his heart that this must be related to his own spell, so he immediately ignored the coldness on the ground and immediately complied, and his obedience was no less than that of Lao Liutou's donkey!

Because, because, because... While shouting, the donkey in the barn also lay down, and the two postures were exactly the same!

In August, the old man called the Supreme Treasure to bring a bowl of well water, reached into the bag and took out a piece of rune paper and shook it in the air, the spell immediately burned, and when it burned out, he soaked all the paper ashes into the water, and then pinched the sword trick to the water bowl a few times, and the words in his mouth were solemn.

Next, Cheng San, Supreme Treasure and the old man of August worked together to wipe all the water under Feng San's armpit - as soon as the water was smeared, he heard Feng San suddenly scream and bounce up!

"Hold on!" Old Liu Tou roared: "Find the right one!" ”

Everyone rushed up and pressed Feng San firmly to the ground, letting this guy struggle to the death. But seeing that his eyes were red and his nose was bleeding, his teeth were clenched loudly, his whole body trembled and trembled, and all his seven orifices were dripping with blue-green slurry outward.

A vague human face gradually appeared in the armpit, becoming clearer and more hideous, as if it were a tattoo.

"Good!" The old man drank well, but he didn't stop at all in his hand, and put his backhand into his pocket and took out an ancient coin. The index and middle fingers of his right hand were bent, but the other three fingers pinched the ancient money, like a lotus gesture pressed towards the person's face, and said in his mouth:

"Bond! Destiny is unphased! Five rounds! Break the barrier! ”

As the spell came out, a puff of green smoke actually came out of the chest of the copper coin, and then a strange cry echoed throughout the courtyard:

"Y-Why are you coming to arrest me? Who are you? I'm not reconciled..."

The old man in August was not affected by the voice in the slightest, chanting a spell in his mouth, pinching the money with three fingers and mentioning it to the sky - as the money left Feng San's body, a puff of black smoke rose with it, and Hula La drilled into the square hole of money!

"Heaven is set for yin and yang, how can you be allowed to come to troubled times?" He took out the red thread and tied it through the square hole, wrapped it in yellow paper, and then tied a knot with a ground loop, "I can't tolerate you anymore!" ”

turned around and greeted everyone: "I'm going to fry the ghost by myself, and the rest is up to you - Old Liu, Cui Deyuan, you two have to settle this kid properly, if something happens, it will be too much!" Without waiting for them to answer, he pulled the Supreme Treasure: "Let's go, the fried ghost has gone." ”

and so on, they were left behind.

Feng San's body was still twitching and shaking, and the corners of his mouth were still flowing out of the slurry from time to time, but his breathing and heartbeat had stabilized a lot, and everyone used their strength to carry him to the grass pile in the corner of the livestock shed to lie down, and a whole bowl of hot tea was poured down, and he coughed a few times and finally woke up.

Although he is still very fat, he is no longer that annoying.

The flowers bloomed on two branches, one on each branch, and everyone over there was settling Feng San, but the old man in August was preparing the objects for frying ghosts. He put a few herbs into a pot filled with glutinous rice wine in turn, waited until the water surface boiled, took out the money, tied it with red string and talisman paper, and threw it into the pot.

At the beginning, there was no wave on the surface of the water, but when the realgar and mercury entered the water, the copper coin suddenly rolled desperately in the pot, and Liliang almost pulled the supreme treasure at the other end of the red rope to stumble - August took the red rope into his hand, and his right hand returned to the command in turn, the first cut lotus and the humble palm change, and the palm shouted to the pot:

"But so! Fall! Untie! ”

As he shouted, a blister suddenly bulged in the pot!

It was like a large ball of air coming out of the bottom of the mud, and the water surface of the whole pot was high and raised, but for some reason the glutinous rice wine seemed to be much thicker, and the air mass gushed out towards it, and it only became thinner and thinner, but it never broke!

When the glutinous rice wine was stretched to the thickness of white paper, a hideous and terrifying face was already vaguely seen inside, with his mouth open and his tongue out, his protruding eyes broke through his sockets, and he was struggling with all his strength...

"Want to run?" He showed his yellow teeth and contempt: "You also underestimate our onmyoji too much-Bao'er, sprinkle the rooster blood according to the five elements handprint that taught you as a teacher." ”

The Supreme Treasure responded and dipped his hands into the jar on the table, and after taking it out, the scarlet piece was already dipped in chicken blood, and he stood on the right side of the pot table and couldn't help but seal his hands: the length of the seven streams of fire, the strength of three points of gold, the moisturizing things of the mountains and rivers, the thick soil condensation yuan, and the destruction of forests and trees...

The handprint knotted quickly, and the chicken blood was thrown out and sprinkled in the pot!

Listening to the loud snort, puffs of white smoke rose from the pot, and the blisters became extremely manic and tumbling, but no matter how it changed, it was still trapped in the pot—there was a heart-rending wail and scream that ran around the room, but they were still doing their own thing......

After the seven handprints were finished, it was as if something had suddenly disappeared, and the room fell silent in an instant!

Only the pot is still rolling, but the contents of the pot are gone.

Mention the red rope, the copper coin appeared on the blue-green patina, the smell came like a dead fish, August took this thing haha smiled:

"It's over! Isn't it that simple - Bao'er, can you see it today? In the future, there will be this kind of evil ghost and murderous spirit, and after catching it, it will naturally release the yin qi after frying it, and then it will dissipate by itself without any action, which can be regarded as a cure for all diseases! ”

"Got it," the Supreme Treasure said puzzledly: "I've seen you many times about this, but weishenme is so big this time?" The last few times that demon looked so fierce, it was just a twist and turn, so it would make such a mess of soup? ”

These words made August's face solemn, and he thought about it: "There are many ghosts walking in the world, but there are only nine kinds of the most vicious, known as the nine fierce evils, namely: Hungry Futu, Blood-colored Hanging, Immersing Corpses, Attracting Corpses, Bloody Mourning, Immortal Zombies, Eating Filth and Lewdness, Shurakshasas, Killing Evil Beings..." ”

Take a look at it, the book cover seal text "Gods and Ghosts", the whole book is copied by a fly's head and looks old, and I don't know if it is from Wang August's master - I didn't think that such a precious book was actually taken by him to pad the table legs, it is really ...... In modern parlance, it's just a word: unreliable!

Wang August then went to bury the copper coin, so he instructed the Supreme Treasure to go over to Lao Liu Tou's side to say something, and said that the matter was over here, and by the way, see what the situation was like for Feng San - as soon as he went out, a bunch of little ghosts surrounded him.

Itself is not the day of the opening of the ghost market, naturally there are no guests from the hell of the underworld, those little ghosts are just the surrounding wandering ghosts, and on weekdays, the ghost market often accumulates some yin virtue and burns some paper horse incense to them, and the friendship is accumulated over time.

When Feng San was still struggling to climb the mountain on the road, there were already wild ghosts running to tell the people in the ghost market, plus his words when he looked at the map and talked to himself, it was not difficult for the ghost market to guess the intention... But it wasn't what Feng San himself thought, the rumors of the people under the black flute who invited him to come out leaked.

Seeing that the little ghosts were smiling, the Supreme Treasure remembered that when he asked them for help, he had promised three incense sticks per person, so he was not in a hurry, turned around and went to the front of the store to hold a handful of incense, lit it and inserted it in the soil for them to enjoy.

He waited until the matter was over before running to the City God Temple, and when he went in, he saw that everyone was almost all gone, only the old Liu Tou was talking to Na Feng San without saying a word, nothing more than miscellaneous things about the purpose of his coming here, who he invited him, and so on, Supreme Treasure stopped a few words and felt bored in his heart, so he also said hello and planned to leave...

Just about to leave, I suddenly saw the temple door creak open!

In was the fox woman who had never shown up at first, she was still hiding in her thick robe and walking along the shadows, and the whole person looked more like a ghost than a ghost - to say that this appearance is seen a lot on weekdays, but for some reason it seems particularly gloomy and terrifying today!

I only heard a few gurgles in her throat, and the sound of a broken saw sounded faintly: "Old Liu, the bird's eyes are closed." ”

"What?" Old Liu Tou immediately stood up and said in a lost voice: "So fast? ”

The Supreme Treasure thought of the original sentence from the panic that flashed in the eyes of the old Liu Tou:

‘… There has been a picture of the coffin and the shadow of the lotus, but the only thing that is left is that the bird closes its eyes and the golden pill is swallowed..."

Could this really be a big deal?