Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 205 How to open the forum, an anecdote
Li Daoxuan was attracted by the four words Maoshan Zouyin,

Walking the Yin, also known as crossing the Yin, is a Taoist technique that enters the underworld from the yang world, brings the souls of the dead from the underworld, and lets them temporarily possess themselves in the body.

Generally, the relatives of the deceased are worried, and if they want to see the deceased again, they will look for someone who has escaped from the shadows.

Folks also have the technique of escaping Yin, but there are many rules, if any point is not done well, it may cause tragedy.

For example, Master told him that there was once a quack warlock who knew a little bit of yin tricks and made money by doing it. He had a rule that anyone who came to him for shady must be a relative of the person who stalked him, otherwise he would not accept him at all. .

However, once, in order to solve the case, a certain police officer gave him the victim's date of birth and lied to him that she was his younger sister. He died, and even mutilated the body of that quack warlock.

However, Maoshan is a top Taoist sect that keeps pace with Longhushan, and their shadow-walking secret technique is obviously much higher than that of ordinary quack warlocks.

Li Daoxuan looked at that person and found that it was a very young fat man.

He was wearing a spacious Taoist robe, but it still couldn't cover his round belly, and his face was fleshy, and his smile was a bit naive.

There was a strange look in Li Daoxuan's eyes. He didn't know if the other party was from Maoshan, but in Fayan, the little fat man was full of energy, his eyes were clear, and he had the authentic mana fluctuations of Taoism.

About the early days of bigu.

It is by no means comparable to those warlocks.

Out of curiosity, Li Daoxuan leaned over.

There were a lot of onlookers, and many people were afraid and curious about the absurdity. Some people saw that the little fat man was very young, with a fat head and big ears, and he didn't look like a high-spirited person, so they started talking about it.

"You look too young to be a liar!"

"Nine times out of ten, this broad daylight is still in the dark?"

"I guess the so-called Yin Yin technique must have been staged!"

……

Hearing the discussion of the crowd, the little fat man was a little angry, and said loudly: "If you don't believe me, just try it, and you will pay ten if you fake it!"

Under the slogan of paying ten for a fake, some people finally couldn't hold back.

A middle-aged woman came over and handed over ten copper coins.

"Little Taoist priest, let me try."

The little fat man quickly put away the copper plate with his fleshy hands, he almost lost his eyesight when he laughed, and asked, "Who do you want to see?"

The middle-aged woman sighed and said, "I want to see my youngest son. He was stubborn by nature. He accidentally drowned last summer."

The little fat man handed over the yellow paper and brush.

"Please write down the birth date of your younger son."

The middle-aged woman wrote the letter doubtfully, and asked, "Is that all right?"

"Okay, I'll see your youngest son later, just don't be afraid."

After talking about how the little fat man opened the altar, he put on the incense burner and inserted three sticks of incense, then shook the three clear bells, stepped on the gangster, and sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice.

"I see, it is he who is pretending to be a ghost!"

"Why does it look a little ridiculous?"

"Haha, let's see how he performs later, I'm going to expose him!"

……

Li Daoxuan frowned slightly, because he had already noticed something was wrong.

Even though it was a busy city, the surrounding yin was slowly getting worse, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking the sunlight.

In the face of everyone's doubts, the little fat man turned a deaf ear to it. He calmly picked up the yellow paper written by the middle-aged woman and began to mutter.

"The way to get out of the spirit and transfer to the nether world, the disciple is dedicated to asking for the true spirit. Go up to the Heavenly Palace and the Earthly Mansion, and quickly pass through thousands of ghosts in the underworld!"

The next moment, a strange scene appeared.

I saw that the yellow paper with the date of birth written on it in his hand suddenly burned automatically and turned into ashes.

The three sticks of incense in the incense burner burn quickly, becoming two short and one long.

People avoid three longs and two shorts, and Hong avoids two shorts and one long.

Three longs, two shorts, people are sick, two shorts, one long, ghosts and spirits.

Li Daoxuan also noticed that the handful of glutinous rice he spilled just now quickly turned black, as if he had lost all energy.

This is probably not glutinous rice, but rice.

The so-called rice is rice for ghosts and gods. It usually grows in places with heavy dead energy. The vitality of the grain is intertwined with the dead energy of the environment, forming a very special kind of rice.

Some people in Taoism use this rice to drive ghosts and gods.

The dead soul who is about to possess a body will not do too much after eating this rice.

At this moment, the surrounding people have all been silent, they all feel the inexplicable coldness around them, and the atmosphere has become very depressing.

Some people couldn't help but quietly took a few steps back.

The middle-aged woman was not afraid, but looked at the little fat man expectantly.

The little fat man's long hair was hanging loose at this moment, and his face suddenly became stern.

"Mom, I miss you so much!"

The voice was very immature, like a child's voice, and instantly chilled the hearts of the people around.

"Xuan'er...is that really you?"

The middle-aged woman trembled, but she still couldn't believe it.

What if it was just pretended by the other party?

The little fat man smiled and said, "Mother, it's really me. Last summer, I stole your peony silver hairpin and pawned it to buy food. Then I went swimming, but I got entangled in aquatic plants and drowned."

A lot of drops of water suddenly appeared on his face, his face was pale, and he said, "Mother, I'm really uncomfortable!"

The pupils of the middle-aged woman trembled. She had never said anything about the loss of the peony silver hairpin.

She stepped forward and approached the little fat man step by step.

The little fat man opened his arms and said, "Mom, I'm so cold, hug me quickly..."

Just when everyone thought that the two of them were going to play a scene of loving mother and filial piety, the style of painting suddenly changed.

The middle-aged woman suddenly pulled out a peach tree branch from the table, and said angrily: "It turns out that you stole my mother's peony hairpin, you prodigal son, that is my mother's dowry!"

Snapped!
She hit the little fat man with a stick.

The little fat man suddenly let out a scream, showing a fierce expression, grinning his teeth.

"Hey! Little bastard, it's against you, how dare you call your old lady?"

Snapped!
Another stick.

The little fat man is in a daze, I have already turned into a ghost, why is my old lady still so scary?
He shivered and said, "Mom, I was wrong, please forgive me..."

There is no way, the blood suppression engraved in his bones makes it difficult for him to resist even if he becomes a ghost.

The middle-aged woman held the peach tree in one hand, pinched her waist with the other, and said, "Recite the "Thousand Characters" taught by the master, hurry up! I won't beat you after you have recited it."

The little fat man was trembling, with a troubled expression on his face, and began to recite with his fingers.

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is prehistoric. The sun and the moon are in full swing, and the days and nights are arranged. The cold comes and the summer goes, the autumn harvests and the winter hides. The leap is full of age, and Lulu..."

He hesitated and hawed, and didn't recite it for a long time.

The middle-aged woman's lungs were about to explode, and she cursed: "Sure enough, you little bastard. You have never memorized more than four sentences. You have been dead for a year. How come you haven't improved at all!"

She waved the peach tree and chased the little fat man.

All of a sudden, the stage was up and down, and the common people below also laughed.

I'm afraid this is the least terrifying escape in history.

In the end, Li Daoxuan couldn't see it, and stepped forward to stop the middle-aged woman from continuing to beat.

The middle-aged woman left refreshed. Before she left, she left her address and asked Li Daoxuan to give it to the little fat man, saying that she could visit her regularly in the future. She wanted to check on her youngest son's studies every month.

"Hey! It hurts!"

After the middle-aged woman left, the little fat man woke up leisurely, and the obscurity was over.

He felt a tingling pain all over his body, and when he lifted his sleeves, streaks of blue and purple appeared.

"Strange, I obviously spilled rice, how could I still get hurt?"

I'm afraid he never dreamed that the one who hurt him was not a ghost, but a human being.

　Thank God for the reward of [-] from the idiot gentleman and the fool at the entrance of the village, and thank the old man who is very busy for the [-] reward, so heartfelt!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)