"An altar table, a bowl of glutinous rice, a live rooster, some yellow paper, a bowl of water, three sticks of incense, a pair of candles, a writing brush, and a dish of cinnabar. This beast is so powerful that the poor Taoist had to open the altar. How to do it." Zhang Daochang entered the main room of Lao Wang's house, walked around the coffin three times, and then said to the villagers standing outside the door with a serious face.
"Maybe it's a little real skill?" I stood among the surrounding villagers and thought to myself when I heard this. So far, Zhang Daochang has behaved fairly well.
"Master Daoist, what is Dharma water?" A villager who didn't know where it was asked aloud. Other things are readily available in the countryside, but most people still don't know what kind of water this Fashui is.
"Hmm, a bowl of clear water!" Daoist Zhang was very satisfied with the ignorance of the villagers, and he coughed softly upon hearing this.
"Hurry up and get ready. I missed noon, but I have to wait until tomorrow." Daoist Zhang raised his head to see the dazzling sunlight, turned around and walked out of the old Wang's house, urging the villagers. Before that, he had done a few dojos and survived a few dead souls. The time that made him most famous was when he suppressed a dead body. It was precisely because of that incident that he became famous in the industry.
In his opinion, since he could recover the corpse once, he should be able to capture the corpse the second time as well. What I said just now is just the meaning of the question. If he didn't talk too much about the dead body, how could he ask these people how much money they wanted afterwards
"Hurry up and help the Taoist priest prepare things. Why are you just standing still? Waiting for one day is a variable." The village veteran stopped the crutch on the ground a few times, and ordered the villagers. He didn't know that the variables were constant, but he knew that if he waited one more day, he would give the Taoist some more money. Today's money is all pooled by everyone, so why do we need everyone to pool it tomorrow? If he does it, no one else will!
With the supervision of the village elders, all the villagers dispersed with a whoosh to prepare the necessary supplies for Daoist Zhang. There are many people and strength, and in less than half an hour, the altar table and all the items are ready. At this time, Daoist Zhang had already changed into a brand new Taoist robe. I saw him stepping to the altar, took out the canopy ruler, three clear bells, tokens and other ritual instruments from his bag and placed them neatly.
"Hey!" Commanded the crowd to carry the altar to the door of Lao Wang's house. Daoist Zhang looked around at the villagers gathered around him, stomped his feet and let out a cry.
"Hey!" All the villagers took half a step back in shock from the shout.
"Silence!" Twirling his beard, Daoist Zhang yelled to everyone in a dignified manner. Then he turned around and lit the pair of large candles on the altar.
"Dingling!" After everyone was silent, Daoist Zhang rang the Sanqing bell.
"Jishou takes refuge, a stick of incense smokes around the ten directions, and this incense is played by Daqinghua Mansion to play Taiyi to save the suffering." After the bell rang, Daoist Zhang picked up a stick of incense from the table and lit a candle and sang.
"Dingling!" Inserting the incense into the middle of the incense burner, Daoist Zhang rang the Sanqing bell for the second time.
After singing "Ji Shou converts to two sticks of incense, the smoke is lingering all over the ten directions, and this incense sutra reaches Zhuling Mansion to play the Lingbao Zun of the ten directions", Daoist Zhang lit the second stick of incense one by one, and inserted it to the left of the incense burner.
"Dingling" Waiting for the incense to be inserted firmly, Daoist Zhang rang the third three-clearing bell.
"Jishou took refuge with three sticks of incense and smoke lingered all over the ten directions. This incense sutra reached the Huanglu Mansion and played to all the saints in the dojo!" After lighting the last stick of incense, Daoist Zhang bowed devoutly in all directions before inserting the incense into the incense burner right hand position. So far, the three sticks of incense have all been burnt.
"The way to open the altar is to burn incense first, and recite the incense mantra, which is not bad!" I thought secretly, stroking the money sword at my waist. It's like a meeting in an office. At the very beginning, someone will come out and read an opening statement or something. It means to remind everyone that the meeting will be held later.
"Bang!" After reciting the incense mantra, Daoist Zhang raised his hand, and the candle in front of him made a sound, and flames more than a foot high and a cloud of white mist sprang up abruptly. This move only convinced the surrounding villagers. It's just that I know that this girl must have hidden phosphorous powder in her hand. After finishing the mystery, Zhang Daochang took a brush and dipped it in water, took a piece of yellow paper and drew amulets with cinnabar.
"Open the coffin!" After the talisman was finished, Daoist Zhang said to the villagers looking very tired. Only I know that he is tired, and his behavior is just to ask people for more money when things are done.
"Daozhang Zhang, you forgot to recite the pen mantra!" Every line has its own rules, and this pen mantra is indispensable if you want the paper and pen to be alive. In the spirit that everyone is in the same industry, I kindly reminded him. Using useless talisman papers to deal with corpses, does he think his life is too long
"The impoverished way opens the altar, the younger generation is speechless!" He didn't accept my favor, but reprimanded me there.
"Zhang Daochang, you must be cautious when opening the coffin!" I also said with a sneer after being treated as a donkey's liver and lungs.
"Fork out, open the coffin!" Daoist Zhang fixed a glance at me, and said through gritted teeth.
"Xiao Cheng, don't say a few words!" Uncle Zhao walked up to me, grabbed my arm and pulled me aside to persuade him.
"If there is trouble later, Uncle Zhao, please help stabilize the folks." I frowned, looked at the dark coffin, and Zhang Daochang's back and said to Uncle Zhao. Whether people believe me or not is one thing, but whether I say something or not is another.
"You stay here to watch the fun, don't get meddled, okay?" Uncle Zhao said with some impatience in his tone. Being young is good and bad. At some point, people will sigh: It's nice to be young! But being young is the flaw in our business. Just like Chinese medicine, it seems that the older you are, the more you will be trusted and respected.
"Okay!" If people don't believe me, I can't help it. Smiling at Uncle Zhao, I stepped back a few steps.
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Following Daoist Zhang's greeting, a few young and strong men in the village stepped forward to prepare to open the coffin. These people are mostly lazy, hard-working people on weekdays. It's just that in the matter of lifting up the corpse this time, I owe more to them for their help. Having said that, if you are not a brave person, who would dare to touch a coffin with a dead body lying in it
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The coffin nails were driven out one by one, and there was no other sound in the whole scene except the sound of nails being driven out. People stretched their necks and looked into the main room of Lao Wang's house, waiting to see how Daoist Zhang suppressed the corpse. Among them was a young man who went to pick up the coffin nails, and even took out his mobile phone, preparing to take a picture of the process and send it to Moments for a few likes.
"Ah!" Looking at these ignorant and fearless people, I sighed softly, and took a few steps back.
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