"Here's for you." Huang Bengui took out a cloth bag from his arms: "This is my ID card and household registration book."

"You'll be able to use it when you get me a death certificate."

The words seemed to be breezy in his mouth, as if he were saying something irrelevant.

It's a strange deal to think about it, I begged him to turn me into a mourner, he begged me to prepare for his death.

But things in the world are so magical, it sounds weird, but it's very reasonable.

"You go find a big basin and soak this in it."

Huang Bengui threw a plastic bag at me, which immediately contained mugwort leaves and mint.

I smiled bitterly: "I'm clear about this, you can rest, ready, I'll come out and call you."

Before all the spells begin, it is necessary to take a bath, change clothes, and burn incense to cleanse oneself.

These two grasses are used for bathing.

Soon, I washed myself, changed into a clean set of clothes, and knelt down towards the moonlight.

Huang Bengui held a brush in one hand and neatly wrote dense words on the yellow table paper.

At first, I was a little skeptical of him, but now I'm completely convinced.

This thing he wrote is called the Book of Tables.

The content is not complicated, but it is the words that are difficult to write.

This word is quite exquisite, each word must contain a symbol, each symbol must have a charm, and can only be written down in one stroke.

There are a total of 108 words, corresponding to 108 Xingjun, and when the final is written, the 108 words should be connected into a complete table character.

Ordinary Taoist priests can guarantee that they can draw a talisman with one stroke, which is already a good skill.

And Huang Bengui's writing is coherent and never stopped, and his solid skills can be seen between the dragon and snake.

The reason why it is said that Wangqi Master is a profession that eats talent is also here, this set of kung fu is far from being able to be practiced by enduring hardships.

Soon, a complete table book was completed amid his cough.

He looked back at me, "You can regret it now."

"After a while, there's really no turning back."

I can only smile wryly at this, as if I can turn back now.

Seeing that I nodded silently, Huang Bengui stopped asking, lit the fragrance, and said something in his mouth.

The yellow table paper placed on the table spontaneously combusted without wind, and the three sticks of incense seemed to be placed under the exhaust fan, burning to the bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Huang Bengui began to cough violently, and every sound was bloodshot.

After a while, he relieved his breath: "Xingjun is willing to accept disciples, but it depends on whether your eight characters are hard or not."

I know the rules, and I know what to do.

In fact, it is not that everything is fine when you are in the immortal class, and the righteous gods also need to accumulate merits.

Every year in the small year, it is the time when the seventy-two gongcao are on duty.

The spring equinox, summer solstice, autumn equinox, and winter solstice are the beginning of the rotation of the stars.

It is precisely because of this that the vast majority of Taoism is held at this time.

Righteous gods need merit because they have to ascend to the thirty-three heavens, so decent gods never lose their temper because of the problem of worship.

Those so-called sacrifices to the river gods and the like are mostly mountain spirits who cheat to eat and drink.

Having said that, being able to be a disciple of the righteous god must be a great merit.

However, this is a test of eight characters, and the second is a test of ability, and ordinary people really can't bear it.

"If you've got it figured, let's get started."

I picked up the scissors from the table, cut off a strand of hair on my forehead, and mixed it with the blood of my fingertips.

"Lang Lang Lu Yue, the sun is shining, the sky is open, and the darkness is ......."

Huang Bengui read aloud, and I began to kowtow to my hair.

Before he could finish his recitation, I suddenly felt a chill on my forehead, and when I looked up again, my hair, mixed with blood, stood up as straight as if I were standing upright.

At this point, I can't tell whether it's sad or happy.

This means that the Mourning Star Monarch recognized me, and from now on, half of my body will belong to him.

Of course, I will also get some benefits.

The whole ceremony was not complicated, and when I looked up at the time, it was only just over 40 minutes.

"Alright."

Huang Bengui's sallow face showed a hint of satisfaction: "Your business, I'm done. I hope you don't break your word."

"Don't worry, you will do what you say."