When Lao Dao led Chen Ziyang home, it was only past nine o'clock in the morning.

Chen Ziyang looked at the room full of things in the Westinghouse, and there was no place to put his feet. The old way doesn't talk nonsense, and he cleans it up. Chen Ziyang was busy helping Lao Dao.

Lao Dao first set up a fire under the two stoves, divided the cut fat pork into two parts, and threw it into the big iron pots on the two stoves, so that Chen Ziyang could watch the boiling lard. And told him to add firewood as hard as he could, and that the more firewood he burned, the better.

The big fat pork oozed out of the pot little by little, and the pork slowly shrank into oil. After a while, two large pots of lard were boiled. The smell of oil is so fragrant, this is Chen Ziyang's gluttonous drool.

After Chen Ziyang put the lard into the jar, Lao Tao said something that he will never forget, "Eat it while it is hot, eat it hard." ”

Is this still the old way for nothing, is this still the master in Chen Ziyang's heart, Chen Ziyang even suspected that the old way was also possessed by the blood spirit, otherwise he would have become so generous.

But thinking about it, Chen Ziyang's mouth was not idle, a large bowl of oil was made into a small half, and he didn't stop his mouth until Chen Ziyang was disgusted. Good guy, so much oil, I haven't eaten so much during the Chinese New Year.

Taking advantage of Chen Ziyang's efforts to boil lard and eat oil, Lao Dao broke down the pig's head, and put the cut pair of pig ears, pig nose, pair of pig eyes and pig tongue into four large canned bottles. Then he put a spirit talisman that had already been written in it, dripped a few drops of Wang Jili's blood on the spirit talisman, and finally poured the hot lard that Chen Ziyang had boiled just now into the canned bottle, and tightened the lid.

Lao Dao found a cloth bag and filled the four cans and bottles into it, ignoring the fire under the stove, and led Chen Ziyang back to the blood spirit coffin. When Lao Dao came here again, the tin water tank was not even a fifth full. The second son of the old king also arrived, and the caustic soda was already tied to the small cart, a total of ten bags. Lao Dao also made him remember the location of the four wooden stakes.

Lao Dao buried the four cans and bottles under the four wooden stakes. Originally, Chen Ziyang wanted to ask Lao Dao what these were for, but then he thought that now was the time to be busy, and it was not too late to ask in the future.

After finishing the work, Lao Dao took Chen Ziyang home again, Chen Ziyang thought that he would not do anything else this morning, so he ran back and forth, but it didn't matter, it was good to eat too much oil and digest it. How do you know that the real tiring work has just begun at this time.

As soon as the two returned to their residence, they began to cut the yellow paper, cutting it all into the size of a spirit rune. Chen Ziyang only remembered that he started cutting paper from more than 11 o'clock and did not finish cutting until more than 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and finally fell asleep directly on the kang when he was tired.

When Chen Ziyang was woken up, he looked at the watch on the wall, and it was past nine o'clock in the evening. Chen Ziyang saw that Lao Dao was killing chickens. When the big rooster was caught, he woke up Chen Ziyang by crowing.

It is very strange to kill chickens, first cut off the big cockscomb of the rooster from the root, and then quickly squeezed the blood in the cockscomb into the bowl on the side. Then he cut off the head of the chicken with a knife, and dripped the blood from the chicken's body into the iron basin next to it.

There were already five or six rooster carcasses on the kitchen floor. One of them, a headless rooster, was still moving. There are four large roosters in the chicken cage on the side, and these four roosters should be the most majestic of all roosters.

Lao Dao saw Chen Ziyang wake up, so he asked him to help catch chickens. Chen Ziyang went to the chicken pen to take a look, good guy, this chicken pen is full of all over the ground after a day's work, this is really washing the intestines of the rooster.

The two of them were busy until more than ten o'clock in the evening, except for the four big roosters in the cage, the other roosters were killed, and the chicken blood was also filled with several large bowls.

Then the old way began to draw talismans.

Lao Dao first mixed Wang Jili's blood with the half of the small bowl of cockscomb blood and cinnabar, and then took out four silver rune papers.

Chen Ziyang once heard the old Tao say: the material types of talismans include gold, silver, purple, blue, and yellow.

The golden talisman is the most powerful, and the yellow one is the least powerful. But the materials of high-level talismans are not available to everyone, and the mana must be able to reach that level, if the mana is not enough, it will backfire, and even affect the person who draws the talisman. I didn't expect Lao Dao to be able to draw a silver talisman.

Chen Ziyang saw that Lao Dao wrote Wang Jili's name and Wang Jili's birthday on the silver rune paper with the pigment he had just adjusted. There are only four spirit runes, but after Lao Dao finished writing, he seemed to have done a lot of heavy work, he was tired and sweaty, and his face looked pale.

Lao Dao carefully put the four silver spirit runes away, and poured the cinnabar that had already been soaked in wine into the large bowls of chicken blood, and let Chen Ziyang stir it. Taking advantage of Chen Ziyang's stirring, Lao Dao sat down to eat something, rested for a while, and his face was a little ruddy.

After Chen Ziyang stirred the chicken blood, Lao Dao began to write the spirit rune, the difference is that this time Lao Dao wrote the pile of yellow spirit runes they cut during the day, and after Lao Dao wrote a piece of Chen Ziyang, he changed him to a blank yellow paper, and coded the written spirit runes. The kung fu of changing paper is to use a brush dipped in a mixture of chicken blood and cinnabar.

Chen Ziyang looked at the spirit rune carefully, and didn't know what this spirit rune meant, the upper part of the spirit rune looked like the words "edict", and the lower part looked like an animal, some like a unicorn, with a big mouth and the word "edict".

Seeing that Chen Ziyang was interested in the things drawn on the talisman, he stopped his pen and said to Chen Ziyang: "This talisman is called the Sleepy Talisman." The bottom picture is a Pixiu. ”

"Pixiu? Master, isn't Pixiu a fortune beckoner? ”

"Fortune is just a moral of Pixiu. Pixiu is a ferocious beast, with a mouth but no anus, can swallow the world's things without leaking, only in and out, the magic is special, so everything that enters Pixiu's stomach can't come out. This talisman is like this, it can introduce the evil qi into the belly of Pixiu on the talisman, so as to trap the evil qi, and finally burn the spirit rune, and the evil qi will disappear invisibly. This time, I'm going to use this trapping charm to disperse the blood spirit's resentment little by little. So a lot of these talismans are needed. ”

Seeing that Chen Ziyang seemed to understand or not, Lao Dao didn't say much anymore and continued to draw talismans.

Taoist drawing talismans must be done in one go, without the slightest pause in the middle, and must also recite the mantra silently, and the mind is righteous. Therefore, Bai Shi Lao Dao didn't even say a word when he drew the talisman, he was very serious.

Chen Ziyang looked at Lao Dao's focused expression, and admiration arose. During this time, the old Tao shocked him too much, and the image of the old Tao who could only eat and drink in his heart slowly disappeared, and was replaced by a master of the fairy wind and bones, and the image of the old Tao slowly grew up in Chen Ziyang's heart.

At this moment, a series of earth-shattering noises frightened Chen Ziyang, and then a foul smell came to his face.

"I'll go, old man, can you not fart at such a serious moment."

"Farts are the anger of the human body, how can it not be justified."

"It's okay for you to fart, vomit...... It stinks too! ”

"Your fart is fragrant, and your fart can stew soup."

"I ............"