Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 1598 Please Gumantong ([-])

"That's exactly what I mean. Anyway, I'm talking about people from the entire island. We are also on the island now, so we should be counted as one of them."

Su Changle suddenly realized that although this Wenliu had a bit of a young lady's temper, she was quite smart.

"You guys go, I'll go upstairs to rest first." Uncle Zhang waved a teapot and went upstairs.

There is a red lantern hanging at the gate of every household in Lingyin Village, with the talisman paper pasted under the lantern, which is terrifying no matter how you look at it.

Hundreds of people in the whole village were rushing in one direction, which was very lively.

When Su Changle and Wen Liu arrived, the altar was already full of people, all of them stretched their necks and looked up, with excited expressions on their faces.

On the altar, a five or six-year-old boy was pale and skinny, and he seemed to have reached the point where the lamp was exhausted. Guman was wearing a cassock, and he was turning Buddhist beads with his fingers. He looked a bit like a monk.

Wen Liu hurriedly asked an islander next to him, "Auntie, what's the matter with that little boy, didn't you say that the master is going to invite Gumantong tonight, what do you want a child to do?"

The aunt sighed and shook her head, "That's the child of the Liu family. He suddenly became seriously ill a month ago and was taken to the county hospital for a few days, but he couldn't be cured. No, he suddenly became seriously ill two days ago. I am dying, foaming at the mouth, the Liu family specially asked Master to have a look, and I won’t survive tonight at the latest.”

"What kind of strange disease is this, tsk tsk, what a pity, such a small child." Wen Liu shook his head, with a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

Are you sick?
Su Changle frowned, carefully looking at the little boy on the altar.The little boy's illness was so strange, it didn't seem like he was really sick, but more like he had been lowered, yes, he had been lowered.

This small island is surrounded by a dense fog, perhaps, this is Guman's masterpiece.

Coupled with the blackening of the little boy's seal, it is impossible to save it at the current stage.

"Could it be that the Liu family wants the master to lure out the little boy's soul to make a Gumantong?" Wen Liu asked, Su Changle suddenly trembled, maybe it was true!
"This lady guessed right. The Gumantong made by her own child is the most useful. In addition, the Liu family is reluctant to part with the child, so they made this decision."

Soon, two strong men with tattoos on their arms came over carrying a huge drum. Seeing this, Na Guman got up and lit four sticks of incense in the incense burner. Then he stroked the whisk and walked towards the little boy.

It turned out to be four incense sticks!

Generally, people offer three sticks of incense. The three sticks of incense represent the three treasures of Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha, and they also represent the three refuges. As for these four sticks, they respect ghosts!Guman is worshiping ghosts!

why?
By the way, doesn't she have a shortcut?

A ray of black light suddenly emerged from Su Changle's fingertips, and immediately after, the erratic voice of the red dress appeared in the crowd.

Wen Liu gave a chill and rubbed his arms vigorously, "Why is it suddenly so cold?"

"It's a bit cold." Su Changle agreed, winking at Hongyi and retreating to the side of the dark tree.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Do you know what Guman is doing?"

The red clothes glanced at the altar and nodded, "He's just being a kid."

Be a brat!Su Changle was astonished.

At this time, Guman's ceremony was almost done, and now he was preparing to attract the soul.

Su Changle has always been curious about how Gumantong is made, and suddenly became interested, and simply leaned on the tree trunk to 'appreciate' it.

(End of this chapter)