Closing the cabinet door again and locking the iron door again, Zhou Weimin climbed out of the ground panting, closed the secret door on the floor again, and after doing all this, he rested for a while before he entered the second room.

The second room had been previously arranged as a simple kitchen, with a sink, Xiaoice box, liquefied gas tank and liquefied gas cooktop, and an iron pot on the stove side by side, where he was about to try his hand at making secret medicine.

After carefully looking through the secret recipe, he hurriedly ran to the supermarket at the corner of the street, bought a brand-new crockpot for stewing soup, and didn't even wash it, and put it directly on the liquefied gas stove.

poured various materials into it in turn according to the requirements of the secret recipe, and finally poured a whole bottle of rootless water into the clay pot, covered the lid, lit the fire, Zhou Weimin moved the chaise longue in, and planned to sit here and wait for the secret medicine to be refined.

According to the records in the "City God Sutra", there is not much attention to the refining process of this kind of primary secret medicine, as long as it is not mixed with other things, if you are not worried that the original big iron pot may have some things left in it, in fact, you don't need to buy a new clay pot.

However, Zhou Weimin feels that it is always right to be careful in everything.

Whether there will be any strange phenomena in the refining process, the "City God Sutra" does not describe, it does not seem to be worth mentioning, but it is just that after boiling for an hour, that is, two hours, those materials will naturally be linked by yin and yang, and finally a bowl of dark green thick juice will be formed.

It's just that in the process of taking it, you need to outline a triangular symbol on the center of the eyebrows with gold paint, and then light four candles in the northwest corner of the room, and then continue to step backwards around the candles to further stimulate the effect of the secret medicine.

However, my grandmother marked it in small characters here, so that Zhou Weimin remembered to imagine an object in her heart to anchor her mind, and she used a word to describe it - "Birth Japanese Life Instrument".

After reading it carefully a few times and making sure that nothing was missing, Zhou Weimin closed the book, put it aside, took out his mobile phone, and opened the text message box.

There was an unread text message in the mailbox, which was sent by the old woman when she left the village, and she was panicked at the time, and she didn't have time to read it.

Take advantage of this time to take a good look yourself.

clicked on the text message, and the content in it revolved around the origin of the bone beads, and how to use the simple material of this Zhiyang to get rid of the entangled breath of ghosts.

You don't need to verify, you can understand by guessing alone, after you make up your mind to inherit your grandmother's mantle, according to the scriptures and what your grandmother said, you must have embarked on this road to the throne of the city god.

But he still cares about the origin of the material of bone beads, after all, the old woman said that even his grandmother spent a lot of energy to get it, and even disguised it as a Buddha bead and gave it to herself.

The origin of the bone beads is actually similar to the relics of the Buddhist family, but the source of the bone beads is those Taoists who practiced the 'Heavenly Master Dao'. After ordinary people become gray-clothed Taoists, they often outline a heavenly eye in the center of their eyebrows to anchor their minds.

This Heavenly Eye was only an invisible illusion at first, but as they continued to promote, through the brown clothes, the blue clothes, and the pure clothes Dao people, the illusory Heavenly Eye would finally turn into a physical object and live in the center of the eyebrows.

After the death of the Heavenly Master's Pure Clothes Daoist, he dug out the Heavenly Eye in the center of his eyebrows and carried out a hundred days of sacrifice, and the Heavenly Eye gradually transformed into a bone ball in its original form, and finally formed a bone bead.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but shake his hand playing with the Buddha beads a few times.

I didn't buy this thing, did it? Is the corpse of the fourth-order Daoist of the 'Heavenly Master Dao' so easy to get? I wonder where my grandmother grabbed it, or even made it by my grandmother herself? What's the difference between this and cannibalism?

originally thought that the Zihe car was already outrageous, but it turned out that the more outrageous was still to come.

All kinds of thoughts popped up uncontrollably, and Zhou Weimin understood that the old woman said that the back of the world was full of treacherous meaning, and further understood why the letter left by her grandmother said not to trust anyone else in the future.

Exhaling heavily, Zhou Weimin lay down on the recliner, and there was nothing else to do next, so he could only watch the flames lick the bottom of the crockpot blankly.

I don't know when, Zhou Weimin fell asleep quietly, and it wasn't until the set alarm clock for two hours rang that he woke up suddenly, and after a trance, the whole person stood up suddenly and walked towards the liquefied gas stove.

It wasn't until the stove switch was turned off and the flames dissipated that the whole person came to his senses, only to feel a fragrance that penetrated into the bone marrow surrounded him.

After insulating the heat with a rag and removing the lid, a wave of white gas steamed, and the contents of the crockpot could be seen clearly.

There was less than a bowl of green viscous liquid left in the crockpot, and the residual temperature was still making the liquid bubble, and as the bubbles continued to explode, bursts of aroma were pushed out of the crockpot.

took a bowl and carefully poured the liquid into it, Zhou Weimin was surprised to find that the liquid was not ordinary viscous, but a little drawn.

He thought of the spittoon on the bed in the hospital's respiratory ward.

Putting the rice bowl aside to cool down first, Zhou Weimin took out the gold paint and drew a triangle with a brush with the assistance of a ruler in the mirror, and after determining the location of the northwest corner again, he walked back to the second room and picked up the rice bowl that was still a little warm.

Frowning, Zhou Weimin gulped the bowl of green thick liquid, but it was more difficult to swallow than he imagined.

After the viscous liquid entered his mouth, he was squeezed into his throat as he swallowed continuously, but they were like a big handful of hair stuck in his throat, unable to go down, unable to come up, the entire esophagus was stuffed, the stomach began to resist, and the esophagus began to spasm.

Forcibly resisting this urge to vomit, he gasped, his whole face was red, and even pinched his thighs hard, forcing himself to keep swallowing.

When the last bite was swallowed in his stomach, Zhou Weimin didn't even have time to breathe, just threw the bowl away, raised his hand and wiped away the tears from the pain with his sleeve, and quickly walked to the northwest corner, put on four candles, lit them, and stepped around the four square steps, and began to silently chant 'Supreme Xuanhuang Chengtian Jianguo Ascension Blessing Lingyou King'.

As he chanted a few times, there seemed to be voices around him who were singing in low voices, more and more, high and low, layered, until finally it was like thousands of people chanting together.

Zhou Weimin unconsciously closed his eyes, mechanically repeating the movements under his feet, and a small river glowing with green fluorescence suddenly appeared in the dark vision.

The creek came from a great distance, and there was a wooden boat floating on it, and there was a lantern at the bow, and under the lantern hung a string of copper coins that were round on the outside and square on the inside.

It seemed to feel that his whole body flew uncontrollably, and then flew towards the small boat, and finally landed lightly on the small boat.

The moment the boat stood firm, the whole river suddenly trembled and went berserk, and countless cascading waves upstream pushed white lines towards the boat from a distance.

Zhou Weimin, who had regained his freedom, was stunned to see everything suddenly, and hurriedly took out a pair of oars from the bottom of the boat and rowed vigorously to the calm downstream.

The waves stirred up by the oars, if you look closely, it is clear that countless distorted grimaces are gathered together, where is this river, it is simply a soul river composed of countless resentful souls.

The huge waves behind quickly caught up, and the successive huge waves hit the boat and shook constantly, sometimes at the top of the waves, sometimes at the bottom of the waves, and those resentful spirits kept roaring and roaring, as if they wanted to work together to overthrow the whole boat.

Unable to hold on, the whole hull was pushed sideways by the huge wave, and another wave slapped on the side of the wooden boat, and the whole wooden boat swung sideways, and then the wooden boat capsized.

Zhou Weimin clutched the oars and fell into the river, and the resentful spirits swarmed in, surrounded him, stretched out his hands and opened his mouth to tear him apart and devour him, and the dense pain ate him little by little.

'Going to die here?' ’

In a panic, Zhou Weimin suddenly thought of the mark written by her grandmother and thought of the birth of the Japanese life ritual.

What to imagine? How to imagine?

Zhou Weimin asked himself almost in despair, he didn't seem to feel his legs anymore, and the pain had pushed to his waist.

Calm, calm, calm...

He forced himself not to panic any longer, and in the dark he looked at the oar that was still in his hand, it was it!

The paddle beat and the oar handle gradually became clear in his mind, and he even closed his eyes and did not look at the horrible faces around him, until a sharp pain came from his shoulder, and a pair of oars finally took shape in his mind.

The oars were raised high, and then they slapped down hard in the air.

Everything around him vanished, and he suddenly had an enlightenment, and his mind fell violently downward, returning to his physical body.

Like a survivor who had been rescued from the water, he lay on the ground and breathed hard, then vomited violently, but nothing came out, and the next moment, he felt a particularly clear burning sensation on his back, as if someone had branded something on his back with a red-hot iron.

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