Chapter 37 Yin Si, black and white impermanence! 5

"You?" Grandma Fan was stunned and then waved her hand repeatedly: "No, no, you can't!"

Village Chief Tian didn't know that she was using the exciting method. He thought that Grandma Fan looked down on her and immediately rolled her eyes: "Why can't I do it?"

Grandma Fan made an embarrassment: "You are the head of a village, and you are not as rough and meticulous as Liu Lao, and you are comfortable to do things. Besides, this Lingguan Temple is gloomy and dangerous. If there is something wrong with me, how can I explain it to your family?

"What? Do you think I'm not as honest as Liu? What's worse than him? Ah!" Chief Tiancun's eyes were round, just like the reckless flying in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms: "At the level of thesis, I am a regular college student. For a person who has passed away, he is a mud-legged man, and he can't know many big characters. In terms of ability, I have managed the village in an orderly manner in the past three years. Can he do it? I guess if you bring him a crop team, you can scatter people for me!" The village head of Tian crossed his waist and said angrily. Who is Liu Laoshi? Mr. Liu's own father! A foreigner is so jealous of his son in front of his son. Not to mention being impatient, even Buddha is not happy. Finally, Liu Dashao couldn't listen any more. He had to hold his fire and cough several times in a row to indirectly force our village head Tian Da to stop his grand theory.

"Well, I won't say anything. I said too much in front of the little guy, which has a bad impact. Fan Xidou, anyway, I'm ugly and tell you that I'm in the front. Today, you have to go with me. If you don't let me go with you, you have to accompany me! Let's just go to that temple and explore it to see if it's a trick you deliberately made. If I catch my tail, hum, it's not as good as yours!"

"Alas, I can't beat you. You can do whatever you want! But remember to be careful on the road. Don't just run when you encounter situations. Be calm. Seeing that her goal has been achieved, Mrs. Fan is happy to make a favor.

"Don't be hypocritical. I'm a party member, with five-pointed stars shining, knocking down all cows, ghosts, snakes and gods!" Chief Tamura said carelessly, "Just wait for me!" When Wenqing went to the countryside, you cried!" After saying this harsh sentence, the village head Tian didn't care about it any more. He went straight home and didn't mention the necessary paper money, leaving Liu Dashao and Grandma Fan, who couldn't laugh or cry, who were relatively speechless.

"Son, come here." For a moment, Grandma Fan pulled Liu Dashao over, took his hand, opened his palm, and didn't know what to do.

"Mother-in-law? What are you doing? Liu Dashao subconsciously wanted to shrink his hand.

"Don't move, open your five fingers, relax. Yes, that's it. My mother-in-law is giving you an amulet now. In case something happens later, there will be a guarantee. After saying that, Grandma Fan's rough hand brushed on Liu Dashao's palm print, and looked at it with a mouse-like fine eyes for a while and said.

"Oh, okay!" Master Liu did not struggle any more, but when she saw that Grandma Fan had just been stained with cinnabar, and the brush that had not been completely dried, she stroked her saliva on the tip of her tongue, bit her middle finger, squeezed out a few drops of blood in the middle of Liu's palm, and then immediately wrote it. From the spread of blood, she quickly began a vivid graffiti. A minute later, A string of tadpoles appeared in the palm of his hand. It's strange that as soon as this thing is finished, it seems to have a certain brilliance, and the words come out transparently and elegant.

"This is called Palm Thunder. It is said to be from Maoshan School, and my mother-in-law doesn't know much about it. She is all learned from the old Taoist." Grandma Fan put down her pen and gasped heavily. The calligraphy and painting just now seemed to have cost her a lot of energy, so that she is a little overwhelmed now.

"Palm thunder, the name is quite domineering. I don't know if I drew this. Can it be like in a small picture book? If you wave your palm and hit it on a stone, you can make it into powder." Liu Dashao fantasized.

"Haha, you!" Grandma Fan was amused by him and pointed to Liu Dashao's forehead: "This is not kung fu, but a convenient charm, which is only effective for ghosts. The advantage is that as long as the painting is correct and used properly, people who are not **yang can use it easily, but there are also disadvantages. The mana of this spell is stored by these condensed blood and cinnabar. If you use it two or three times, it will not work.

"How to use it? Just pat the monster with your palm?"

"No, no, no." Grandma Fan quickly corrected: "Before using it, you must match the spell to play its role. The spell is 'lin, soldier, fight, all, array, column, front, line'"

"Come on, read it to me!"

"What are the front-bing-fighting-fighting-all...?" Liu Dashao scratched his head.

"Idiot, all move forward in the array!" Grandma Fan curled her lips.

"Oh, yes, yes, array forward, array forward." After reminding Grandma Fan several times, Liu Dashao finally made this strange sentence clear and familiar with it.

The author says something here, which is a digression. Because many people have seen a Hong Kong zombie series called "I Have a Date with Zombies", they all think that Ma Xiaoling said when exorcising demons, soldiers, fights, people, all, arrays, columns, the front is right. I don't know that this film was shot according to the metaphysical background of the Tibetan secret religion, and it was the Japanese secret religion plagiarism at the beginning. The translation of the nine-character truth "Hold Puzi" was wrong, and the last two words forward were translated into the front. What's ridiculous is that there are some fingerprints for each word. You know, the principle of spell exorcism is that when a person reads a spell, some special aura formed by the pronunciation of the mouth can repel the evil spirit, but the word is wrong, and the combination of the aura flow is wrong, which is useless.

At this time, the village head Tian had packed up his things, stood outside the door, knocked on the wooden door, and signaled that Liu Dashao should leave. Looking at his hand carrying the basket, he was obedient and made a lot of paper money. If this one is put on Tomb-sweeping Day, there will be extra money for the five families to go to the grave.

"Mother-in-law, I'll go first!"

"Go ahead! Take advantage of the dark, go early and come back early!" Grandma Fan smiled, then rubbed her sore old legs and said to herself, "Time doesn't wait for people. I should be ready." At that moment, he found a bamboo pole to make a crutch and went back to his home to prepare an application.

Two flowers bloom, one for each. However, it is said that the village head of Tian led Liu Dashao, facing the sunset, and quickly walked towards the depression where the Lingguan Temple was located. The mountain road was steep, but at least the ancestors paved a row of bluestone steps for later generations, which made it much easier to walk. Although it was slightly narrow, it was better than nothing.

As always, the raised eaves and horizontal railings in front of the hall are covered with dense spider webs, and the guard at the door lack of arms and legs, which looks extremely dilapidated. The handwriting of the poem written on the pillar is also unclear, and the wood of the horizontal plaque has also appeared black and brown after years of wind and rain. It also exploded a few wide cracks along the wood texture, setting off the blood-red words 'Wu Xianlingguan Temple', which became more and more ferocious and ferocious. Entering the temple, I saw white thin strips flying left and right, and if you are not careful, you may be covered with your head. In the dark hall, only a small oil lamp was lit in front of the feet of the statues of five spiritual officials. The bean-sized dimness turned bright and dark, reflecting the dark shadows in the hall. On an old locust tree in front of the hall, several crows rattled, as if their wives had eloped with other male crows behind their backs.

He threw the basket with paper money on the ground. The village head warmed the center of his hand, and his blood flowed smoothly. Then he scolded endlessly, "This damn weather got better yesterday. Why is it back to normal today? It's cold on the mountain, and frozen people's urine is frozen.

"Uncle Tian, not to mention it, that's really the case." Liu Dashao reluctantly took out his hands in his pocket, squatted down and began to sort out the paper money. Speaking of sorting out, it was also simple. Those who had gone to the grave could do it. His right hand was pinched into a fist and pressed a handful of paper on the palm of his left hand. Then he rotated clockwise, and a flower came out. In this way, it is convenient to burn, and it can be stained with fire, avoiding the embarrassment of half burning and half extinguishing. Speaking of burning paper, there is still a small story in the history of the wild. Let's talk about it here.

It is said that Cai Lun improved papermaking in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and his business was booming and he made a lot of money. His brother Cai Mo and sister-in-law Hui Niang are very envious. Hui Niang asked Cai Mo to learn papermaking with Cai Lun. However, Cai Mo's perseverance was not enough. Before he got home, he hurriedly opened a paper shop by himself. As a result, the quality of the paper produced was of poor quality and there was no one to care about it, so the couple were worried about the paper in a room.

Finally, Hui Niang came up with a wonderful plan and attached it to Cai Mo's ear, and taught it like this. That night, the neighbors suddenly heard the sound of crying from Cai Mo's family. Everyone rushed over and asked, only then did they know that Hui Niang died violently last night. The next morning, Cai Mo cried to death in front of Hui Niang's coffin in front of his neighbors. Burning paper while crying.

It was burning, and suddenly I heard a sound in the coffin. After a while, I heard Hui Niang's voice shouting inside: "Open the door, open the door, I'm back." Everyone was stunned, and finally summoned up the courage to open the lid of the coffin. Hui Niang jumped out and told her neighbor that she went to the underworld after her death, and the king of hell made her suffer. Because Cai Mo burned a lot of paper money for her, the little ghosts scrambled to grind for her. She gave the money to the king of the underlying, and the underly let her go.

Cai Mo deliberately asked, "I didn't send you money?" Hui Niang pointed to the burning fire and said, "That's money!" The underworld is made of paper as money." As soon as Cai Mo heard this, he immediately went to hold two bundles of paper to burn, saying that it would make his parents in the underworld suffer less. Seeing this, the neighbors found that the paper money was so useful, so they all paid to buy the paper made by Cai Mo. After the news spread, in less than a few days, Cai Mo's paper was sold out. Since the day when Hui Niang returned to the sun is the 15th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, people will burn incense and paper for their ancestors on this day. This custom has been passed down to this day.

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