Looking at Zhang Lingchuan's back, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He is only a few years older than me, how did he develop such a skill?

In between breaks on the way, I asked him if he could teach me the same.

Zhang Lingchuan sneered, raised his leg and kicked me: "Let you be a coolie, you still want to steal the teacher?" Think beautifully! ”

The kick didn't hurt, but I squatted on the mud and didn't dare to say anything.

Xu was bored, and when he set off again, Zhang Lingchuan took the initiative to mention the disgusting spell to me.

I thought that disgust was the magic to suppress the enemy through curses.

Speaking of disgust, everyone is most familiar with the story of Chen Ajiao in the Western Han Dynasty who used witchcraft to be demoted to Changmen.

The most well-known techniques are to tie villains, carve puppets, and bury eight characters.

And since I was a child, I often heard my grandfather mention that carpenters are tired of winning, which is the well-known Luban technique.

There is such a story in "Notes on Reading and Borrowing Cottage":

A rich child's gambling addiction is like his life, his wife refuses to listen to his persuasion, gambles and loses repeatedly, the house is mortgaged, and his wife is so worried that she can't sleep. One night, the husband went to gamble again, and the wife waited at home until late at night, drowsy.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of throwing dice, not loud but very clear, just nearby.

She followed the sound, and the sound came from the beams of the main hall. She took a ladder and climbed up the beam, and found that there were four small wooden figures on the beam, throwing dice around the small table, and the six dice in the small bowl showed only one, two, and three, and there were no four, five, and six.

Then she came to her senses, and then gently turned the noodles of the six dice into four, five, and six, and then went back to sleep.

Since then, her husband has won every loss, and slowly won back the lost property.

One night, when her husband was going to gamble again, his wife picked up a pair of scissors and said in a fierce voice: "You can't go tonight, I'll fight with you if you go!" I have something to tell you. ”

She asked her husband to sit down and wait until it was silent, and then she heard the sound of throwing dice.

She led her husband up the ladder to the beam, showed him the four wooden men and the dice, and told him that he was addicted to gambling and that the four wooden gamblers were the work of the four wooden gamblers.

He gambled and lost repeatedly because the numbers of the six dice facing up were one, two, and three, and then she turned it into four, five, and six, and she won again and again, and now that she has recovered her capital, she can no longer gamble, and she must destroy what she does.

They burned the four wooden men and the dice to ashes, and Fumio never gambled again.

Then they heard that an old carpenter in the city had fallen ill and died, and his whole body was charred like a fire.

Zhang Lingchuan said that the magic involved in disgust is far more than everyone usually knows.

In Siam, for example, they would use the white-clothed Azan and the black-clothed Azan to distinguish between the evil and the magic.

In fact, it is also divided into auspicious and cursed.

It's just that it has been passed down to this day, and Master Disgusting often uses curses to harm people.

The Spring Festival couplets, door gods and even the pepper pictures that we stick at the door of our homes are all auspicious and disgusting, which can have the effect of warding off evil spirits and suppressing evil.

The most widely spread auspicious aversion to victory is to be tired of winning money, which is what we often call New Year's money.

Only then did I realize that the art of aversion to victory is so closely related to our daily life.

I don't know how long I walked, Zhang Lingchuan stabilized his figure and said in a deep voice: "It's here." ”

It's a run-down village.

I followed Zhang Lingchuan's gaze, and a huge vermilion coffin stopped at the empty flat of the village.

The paper money in the sky opened the way, and there was a faint cry inside.

An elderly woman knelt down in front of the coffin, burning incense and wax, looking grief-stricken, and beside her was a large iron bucket that seemed to be burning the relics of the deceased.

Outside the coffin, there was a lot of yellow rune paper.

Strange rune style, I once peeked in Yu Shunyi's room, it's called the ghost charm charm!

I immediately understood that the boss must have noticed that something was wrong with this corpse, so he dragged me away and rushed here for a long time.

The money that the boss said was to solve this trouble for them, so that they could collect some access ingots.

The strong man caught a glimpse of the two of us, and subconsciously took out the guy style: "The ancestors got up the coffin, and Mr. Trouble let me go." ”

I hurriedly pulled Zhang Lingchuan and whispered: "People are going to have a funeral, let's get out of the way first." ”

Zhang Lingchuan pursed his lips and was silent, and his body blocked the way out of the coffin.

"Today, you can't get out of the funeral."

Can't get out of the funeral? I looked at Zhang Lingchuan with some confusion, not knowing what he meant by this.

After the old woman finished burning the paper money, she glanced at us coldly.

"Leave them alone, get out of the coffin!"

A few strong men got the order, shouted and got up the coffin, and then several people made great efforts to lift the coffin.

The strange thing is that several strong men gritted their teeth and showed their muscles, and the coffin was like a thousand pounds of iron and lead, and it didn't move at all.

In the end, they were so tired and out of breath that they had to lower their voices and say to the old woman: "Lady Wang, the coffin is strange! ”

I was also a little curious, and hurriedly asked, "Boss, what's going on?" ”

The noon sun is very poisonous, how can this strange thing happen, it is very evil.

Zhang Lingchuan lit a cigarette, and he spoke lightly in the smoke.

"How much of a grievance a person suffers before he dies, how heavy his corpse will be after death."

"Even if you call dozens of men to come, you still can't lift this coffin."

After saying that, he turned the cigarette upside down, put it to his mouth and blew it gently.

The yellow rune paper attached to the coffin actually slipped down!

Huang Fu falls, the coffin rises, and the three ghosts are looking for you in the middle of the night!

Several strong men looked at each other, and Wang Po's face turned pale with fright, and she knelt down in front of Zhang Lingchuan with a plop.

"We don't see that you are the Dharma King of Tongtian."

"Please help my daughter-in-law resolve her grievances, so that she can be reincarnated!"

She sobbed a few times, but she didn't squeeze out tears.

I found it strange that they were more afraid than sad about the coffin, and they didn't look like family.

Zhang Lingchuan didn't say help, nor did he say no.

He asked the old woman to tell him what had happened.

Wang Po sighed and said.

"A few months ago, my son went up the mountain to chop wood and fell to his death, and my daughter-in-law became pregnant at this time. It was inevitable that there would be rumors in the village, and she couldn't get angry for a while, so she hanged herself! ”

As she spoke, Wang Po cried again and grabbed the ground, singing lamentations in her mouth.

I was frightened after hearing this, and hurriedly asked in Zhang Lingchuan's ear.

"I've heard that a woman who hangs herself with a child will become a mother-in-law. If it is not dealt with in time, I am afraid that it will affect the whole village. ”

Zhang Lingchuan took a sharp puff of his cigarette and glanced at me: "You little devil knows a lot." ”

Wang Po said that as long as Zhang Lingchuan can suppress her daughter-in-law's resentment, she is willing to pay no matter how much money she has!

Zhang Lingchuan only sneered: "No matter how much money you are willing?" You're so angry. ”

But the strong men behind Wang Po got impatient and raised their hoes at us viciously.

"If you can, you can help, if you can't, get out of the way!"

"Are we really scared? I don't care what kind of demons and evil things are in its coffin, and it's all over with a fire! ”

Zhang Lingchuan threw the cigarette butt to the ground and glared at them coldly: "I see who dares!" ”

Wang Po was furious, and her-for-tat eyes suddenly became murderous.

"Which of the eight doors are you in the business that dares to take care of our business?"

Zhang Lingchuan didn't care about her, but pointed to the coffin sideways and ordered me.

"Yu Tianyi, you take good care of this coffin, if our employer has three longs and two shorts, I will only ask you."

I nodded my head and stepped away from the coffin.

Only, I looked at him with some surprise.

What did Zhang Lingchuan say just now? What's in this coffin is his employer?

Hearing this, the princess was afraid: "You are the Zhang Lingchuan who made money from the dead?" ”