Old Man Jiang took a full 2 hours to bathe this time. Not only did he scrub carefully, he also shaved, arranged his hair, and soaked in the hot water for an hour.
Finally, after Old Man Jiang finished tidying up, he actually put on a Taoist robe, and his whole temperament was completely different. How could there be any trace of obscenity to the old man? If someone who doesn't know takes a closer look, they might think he is a middle-aged Taoist priest, and it gives people a convincing feeling that this person has a lot of things in his heart.
"Move the table to the yard, I'm going to burn incense and cook it!" Old Man Jiang said loudly while standing in the yard.
Old Man Jiang gave the order, how dare my parents neglect it? The two of them hurriedly carried out the square table in the middle of the hall. Because of their haste, the two of them were out of step and almost fell into a fight. They saw how serious they were.
After the table was set, Old Man Jiang took the cloth bag he brought, pulled out a piece of yellow cloth, and spread it neatly on the table with a shake of his shoulders. My dad couldn't help shouting. One sentence: "Good work."
Old Man Jiang didn't care at all. He just turned to my dad and said, "Don't yell when I do this. The practice requires a calm mind. If you shout, I will break the gong. Then I will change it." You come to do this ritual."
How does my dad know how to do things? After being threatened by Old Man Jiang's joke, he quickly shut up.
After Old Man Jiang asked my mother to get the things he asked her to prepare yesterday, he took out an exquisite small stove and a stack of gold paper and famous incense from his bag, and arranged them in a special way.
Then he took out some small paper-cut objects, such as soldiers, generals, armor and horses, and arranged them in specific directions.
At this time, my mother brought a plate of steamed buns with a red dot in the center on a tray, a plate of fruits (only green tangerines), and a cup of tea to Old Man Jiang.
Old Man Jiang put them away one by one, and finally took the bowl of water from my father. A simple altar was ready.
In fact, my master himself dislikes being a person in the Dharma altar. He often keeps things simple. This is the difference between private inheritance and famous sects. He is a little casual in many details.
As for the vests of soldiers and generals, although he has also sacrificed them, his strength is not here, so he rarely uses them.
The main purpose of setting up the altar for my master is to show respect to the ancestor of Taoism. Before doing this, one must be pious to worship. In addition, it is necessary to enter the watch before making a hand gesture.
After the altar was decorated, my master took out nine sticks of incense, lit them, bowed respectfully three times, and then inserted the incense into the altar.
Then, he walked slowly in the yard, finally selected a spot and dug a small hole. After digging the small hole, my master took out a handful of black and white stones from the cloth bag.
There is nothing special about these stones, but if you look closely, you will see that they are polished very smooth, and there is a layer of old polish on them that can only be produced by frequent hand rubbing.
Holding a pebble in his hand, my master walked around. Occasionally, he would drop a pebble when he reached a place. He walked through the yard and the room, and finally stopped in front of the courtyard gate, and dropped several pebbles in succession. A pebble.
After doing this, my master walked back to the small hole he had just dug, took out a copper coin, thought about it, and put it back. Then he took out a piece of roughly carved jade and thought about it for a while.
Finally, my master sighed and put the piece of jade into the small pit.
When my mother saw this magical scene, she couldn't help but asked my father in a very low voice: "What do you think Master Jiang is doing?"
My father happened to see an old Taoist doing something similar at someone else's house when he was a child, and he answered my mother in a very low voice: "When I was a child, I heard the old people in the village say that this was a formation."
In fact, my dad wasn't too sure. After all, he had seen that old Taoist when he was young. Who knows if he was really capable, but this time he was really fooled. My master was setting up a soul-locking formation.
Copper coins and jade are both one of the magic weapons that my master carefully cultivated. I finally chose jade because using jade as an array eye is relatively gentle. Copper coins themselves are very harmful to ghosts and spirits. The reason is just because It has been circulated too much in people's hands, and it has become too yang-y!
Taoists generally persuade, drive away, and suppress ghosts, but they do not destroy ghosts easily. After all, losing one's soul is the most tragic thing in the world. If a person is directly driven to death in a vicious way, it is the greatest evil.
God has the virtue of good things, and my master didn't want to go against the will of heaven too much in the formation, because the original intention of this formation was just to lock the lonely ghosts in the yard and prevent them from escaping.
After setting up the formation, Old Man Jiang began to close his eyes and rest his mind. The whole person standing there felt a little blurry. This was to calm down his energy and calm his mind. This was how he felt. .
In just a short while, Old Man Jiang opened his eyes, and the moment he opened his eyes, his whole aura suddenly exploded, and then he formed a mudra with his hands at a speed that was dazzling and could not be seen clearly by my parents.
The handprint seemed very complicated to my parents. To use their words to describe it, it was impossible to see which finger was which, and they were intricately intertwined to form a strange shape.
When the handprints were formed, the parents found that Old Man Jiang's mouth began to mutter words, very fast, and very irregular phrases. At the same time, Old Man Jiang's eyes were very focused, and it was clear at a glance that he was fully devoted. Things that are on your mind.
Finally, Old Man Jiang shouted for a while: "Formation."
Immediately, my parents felt that something had fallen in the center of the formation where Old Man Jiang was. It felt very unreal, and then the whole room gave people a mysterious and mysterious feeling of its own world.
When setting up the formation, you must ask the formation commander to control the formation. This is the key. The formation commander must cooperate with Taoist techniques, such as incantation, kneading, and meditation at the same time. Whether it can be successful or not depends on the skill of the person setting up the formation.
The so-called mantra is a unique Taoist mantra, divided into 'blessings' and 'curses'. 'Blessings' are used to bless oneself, while 'curses' are mostly used when performing meritorious deeds. This unique mantra is not recorded in text, but Word of mouth, the understanding and explanation of those who teach it are the most mysterious.
As for the hand seal, the hand seal that Old Man Jiang made just now is also a complicated skill. Ordinary people may not be able to form it even if they break their fingers. Even if they can barely do it, it will only have the shape and not the hand seal. unique charm.
To put it simply, Cunsi is to concentrate on what is in your mind. Just now, Old Man Jiang was inviting the commander of the formation. Different formations have different commanders. The moment when Old Man Jiang was inviting the commander of the formation. , thinking in the mind, all the mental power must be tied to the formation commander. This is actually the application of thoughts.
Unintentionally, Old Man Jiang showed the real Taoist secrets in front of my parents, the secrets of the metaphysics Shan Zi Vein!
After forming the magic circle, Old Man Jiang stopped his movements. His spirit showed no sign of fatigue, his eyes were bright and his expression was calm, as if the soul-locking formation was just a child's play.
After asking my mother for a sip of tea and swallowing it slowly, Old Man Jiang walked to the altar and took out a talisman pen, a box of cinnabar, and a stack of yellow talisman paper from his bag, but there was no movement.
But at this time, I started to cry again in the room. Old Man Jiang let out a light sigh, turned towards the direction where I was crying, made a hand gesture, tapped the center of his eyebrows, and slowly closed his eyes. It took a long time. Open it again.
This time, Old Man Jiang's expression showed a little bit of fatigue, and he just said: "There is such a vicious thing? I didn't open my eyes yesterday, so I didn't even notice it. Seeing me forming a formation, why not? Want a crazy counterattack?"
Old Man Jiang's murmuring was just a normal sound. Of course, my parents who were standing aside heard him, and his mood, which was initially relaxed, became tense again.
But Old Man Jiang was not nervous. He walked to the altar and put the stack of yellow talisman papers back into his bag. This time he took out a few blue talisman papers, and his expression became a little calmer. Calm down.
After recovering from the fatigue just now, Old Man Jiang asked my mother for a small plate and carefully mixed the cinnabar.
After the cinnabar was mixed, Old Man Jiang put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes again, and muttered something in his mouth.
This time, what he recited was just a general mantra to calm the mind and purify the heart. It was nothing extraordinary. But before drawing the talisman, the most important thing was to have the heart be as still as water and to do it in one breath. Before that, he must adjust his state of mind to the most tranquil state.
After all the preparations were done, Old Man Jiang picked up the talisman pen that had been soaked in cinnabar, took a deep breath, and then decisively started writing. He actually held the breath in his mouth but did not spit it out. It was not until the talisman was completed that Old Man Jiang slowly spit it out. That tone.
To avoid distraction when writing talismans, one usually recites the mantra, holding it in one breath without spitting it out. What is important is the skill of completing it in one breath. During this process, the power of thought is transmitted from the talisman pen to the talisman paper. When the pen is finally closed, Use special spells to end evil or fall into the sky to give a talisman "life", or it can be understood as activating the talisman.
Drawing talismans was Old Man Jiang's specialty. Even though it was a blue talisman, it was not too strenuous. After drawing the talisman, Old Man Jiang put down the talisman pen but did not touch the talisman. He just waited for it to be placed on the table. Leave to dry.