My master is invincible

Chapter 456 Seal Seven (84)

After arranging all kinds of things, a problem arose, Mr. Fan replaced the two corners, one was Narcissus and Luo Widow among the five flowers, and the other was the paper maker among the eight families.

According to my arrangement, the five flowers are facing the coffin, and the eight doors are facing the coffin.
I told Mr. Fan about the problem in my heart. After hearing this, he laughed loudly and said, "It's very simple. I just need to lie on my stomach."

When I heard this, I almost didn't laugh, so I asked him, "Why?"

He smiled and said, "You'll know then."

Seeing him say that, what can I say?He didn't continue to ask, so he put three sticks of incense and a pair of candles in front of the grave, and hung a big rooster in front of Shen Jun's coffin. (Note: This rooster needs to have a red crown, it has not been watered.)
I am busy here with the preparations needed for Yinqi. Over there, Qingxuanzi has built a simple altar in the northwest of the tomb. There are not many things on it, an incense cup, three cups of wine, the deceased's birth date and A cattail leaf fan with red and black borders, Qingxuanzi sat in front of the altar, holding a very strange thing in his hand, which looked like an ordinary mahogany stick from a distance, but looked closely, it seemed densely packed is full of words.

Those characters are very strange. With my educational background, I can't even understand what those characters are. I know that those characters are a bit like bean sprouts, which are crooked.If it wasn't for Yinqi soon, I would really like to go over and ask, because my intuition tells me that those words should not look like Taoist mantras, but rather like Buddhist cipher texts. Qingxuanzi is a Taoist priest, what is he doing here with Buddhist things?

Suppressing the doubts in my heart, I continued to work on the matter of Yinqi. After about ten minutes, everything that should be prepared was almost done, and Mr. Fan shouted: "It's time."

Hearing this, I was so nervous that I took several deep breaths before I calmed down. I was stunned, first I bowed three times to the east, then I bowed three times to the west, lit three pillars of incense and inserted them in the east of the tomb. Burned some yellow paper.

To do this well, I found whole grains and put them in my left hand, my right hand on the left side of the head of the deceased's coffin, and my feet were slightly opened, which meant to welcome the soul of the deceased, and I raised my voice and shouted: "India... Slightly” (Note: This word is protracted)
As soon as the words fell, Qingxuanzi over there immediately stood up, and shouted with a loud voice: "Pick up!"

Afterwards, Qingxuanzi and I sang a duet of "Jingwen", which lasted about three to four minutes. That piece of Allegro is considered a folk art. Generally, a section of pure text is sung at the beginning of singing night songs, which means to let the dead reincarnate cleanly.)
Just after singing 'Jingwen', that Qingxuanzi's complexion sank, he held something like a mahogany stick in one hand, and a cattail fan in the other, and yelled a very strange sentence. A word, 'Momi'.

After shouting that, he immediately sat down, closed his eyes slightly, and began to sing.To be honest, I really don't understand what he is singing. I just heard Lao Wang say that the so-called "Night Song" is actually the Hunyuan Rebirth Sutra, which is just expressed by singing.

As Qingxuanzi began to sing "Night Song", I withdrew my mind, stared blankly, bowed to the west three times, and shouted with a loud voice: "Holding the natural grains in my hands, Shennong gave me a million soldiers. Today, the disciple personally Scatter, scatter away the five evil stars."

As I said that, I took seven steps to the left of the coffin, and read: "One sprinkles the real dragon hidden in the sky, and when it turns around, it will make a fortune; the second sprinkles the green dragon to protect the soul of the ancestors, and the descendants will be blessed for thousands of years; Lu Shen Yuan Shou Men Ting, four spread Zhuque Town Mingtang, Wang family is prosperous, industry is prosperous, five spread Xuanwu sits on the Big Dipper, coiling dragon crouching tiger luck for thousands of years."

It is worth mentioning that when I was reading this passage, I scattered the whole grains in my hand around the coffin, in order, the central Wuji soil, the east green dragon, the west white tiger, the south rosefinch, and the north basalt.

After spreading the whole grains, I glanced at all kinds of people, meaning to let them sit down according to my previous arrangement.

Those people hummed and sat down around the coffin. The four 'flowers' faced the coffin, and the seven 'doors' turned their backs to the coffin, surrounding the coffin.

After those people sat down firmly, I glanced at Mr. Fan. He was sitting aside at this moment, holding a cinnabar pen in his hand and fiddled with something on his feet. I asked him why he couldn't come, and he said that he would be fine soon.

After waiting for about 1 minute, Mr. Fan said yes, and walked towards the coffin, without saying a word, lay down on his stomach, with his feet facing the coffin, and his head facing Qingxuanzi's direction.

I almost laughed out loud when I saw this action, but I couldn't laugh when I saw the two paintings on his feet.

I saw that Mr. Fan was barefoot, and on his right foot was painted a budding narcissus, which was lifelike, just like an ancient brothel woman standing in the attic and said coquettishly, "Guest officer, come quickly, it only costs three dollars. Very tempting.

What really surprised me was that it was not the daffodils, but a picture of Sanqing painted on his left foot.Ma De, he actually painted Sanqing on the soles of his feet, so he is not afraid of being struck by the five thunders.

At that moment, I asked Mr. Fan with a sullen face, "You always paint Sanqing on the soles of your feet, are you afraid of offending Sanqing?"

"Fart, what do you know, you little brat? Sanqing's magic power is boundless, and he spreads good fortune. As long as he can redeem his soul, let alone painting the soles of his feet, even if he paints on the toilet board, Sanqing will not be offended." He snorted , and said: "Don't smear the ink, and quickly tie a willow branch to the old man's right foot."

I want to beat him, I really want to beat him, this damn old man, it is reasonable to draw the supreme Taoist Sanqing on the soles of his feet.

So, I asked him angrily, "Are you sure this is really okay?" I was afraid that he would be perfunctory to this Yinqi, so I immediately added: "If the aura of daffodils is missing, Yinqi might be Failure."

He gave up, and said impatiently: "Xiaozi, when the old man was attending the funeral, your father was still playing in the mud in slit pants, just do your job well, and don't worry about what you shouldn't care about."

As he said that, he ignored me, but raised his right foot and shook it, meaning that he asked me to tie a willow branch for him.

Seeing his movement, I was so angry, I picked up a willow branch, walked to the front and squatted down angrily.

Suddenly, I saw with sharp eyes that there were two lines of extremely small fonts and a * symbol on the sole of his foot. On the left side of his left foot was the map of the true spirit, and on the right side of his right foot was, respecting morality and virtue, things turn and stars move.

What's going on?Then why did Mr. Fan write these words?Does it have anything to do with this Yin Qi?

(End of this chapter)