Mr. Liu has a wide robe and big sleeves, he is like a bamboo in the wind, floating like a fairy. As soon as he entered the village, he received the attention of the villagers, and was soon informed by the village chief.
The village head, who is distressed about the relocation of the leylines, will come to invite him immediately.
"The migration of the earth veins? I came here just for this." Mr. Liu said: "It is rare for cultivators to see the whole process of the migration of the earth veins. I count this change here, so I can't miss it. But it's a bit strange."
Mr. Liu frowned slightly, as if he was very puzzled: "From my perspective, the land veins here should have started to move many years ago, but for some reason, they started to move now, as if they hadn't changed in the past ten years. It's so strange. .”
Miyou was in a daze, she could feel Mr. Liu's tone and movements, but she couldn't see his face clearly, as if his face was shrouded in a mist.
The Nuo woman on the side seemed to know Miyou's doubts, and patted her on the shoulder lightly: "It's not time yet, so don't worry." It said.
What Mr. Liu, who had never met before, coincided with the inscriptions in the Nuo Po Dao book and the inscriptions dug out from the four corners of the village, so the people in the village believed the whole thing and were willing to ask Mr. Liu for help.
"The migration of the land veins is a foregone conclusion, and I have no ability to change it." Mr. Liu refused straight away.
The village chief sighed: "We also know that the master is in trouble, but the reason why the land veins have not been moved before is that there is an elder in our village..." At this time, the Nuo woman is no longer a monster borrowing life from her descendants in his mouth, but He has become an elder who sacrificed for the village by himself.
Miyou couldn't help showing a sneer, she felt that the Nuo woman beside her seemed to be laughing too, but this smile was full of sarcasm.
The village chief narrated the whole story, and finally said: "We have little fortune in the art of Nuopo, and no one can inherit it. We only leave a book of Taoism. If the master can help keep the earth veins for a little longer, we are willing to I will be rewarded with this Taoist book."
The pillar on the side immediately widened his eyes when he heard this, but before he could speak, the villagers who were pulling him around gave him an elbow, making him swallow back the words in his mouth.
Zhuzi gasped in pain. Looking at the vigilant eyes of the villagers and the warning gaze of the village chief, Zhuzi knew that he had no right to speak, so he reluctantly closed his mouth.
Mr. Liu refused several times on the grounds that there would be karmic disasters if he forced the land veins, but he couldn't bear the pleading of the villagers led by the village chief, and finally agreed, but he had to get the book of Taoism first.
"I don't want to force the magic of the earth's veins. If I want to learn from the method of the expert in Guicun, I need to read this book and learn it before I can cast the spell."
The village head already trusted Mr. Liu very much at this time, and agreed without hesitation.
So in the next few days, Mr. Liu stayed in the village, while meditating, while studying the contents of the Taoist scriptures, he even showed off his Nuo skills in a decent way, which made the villagers amazed.
It also made the eyes of Zhu Zi who knew something was wrong, like a stick in his throat.
It was the book he had thought about all his life, and it was also the book he had never been taught in his life. There is the technique that he dreamed of, and it is also the technique that he used other methods to change the name and spread it.
Under Zhuzi's resentful gaze, Mr. Liu raised his head silently and showed him a cold smile.
he knows!
Zhu Zi was shocked.
This Mr. Liu must have been found by the old lady! No matter how dead she is, her ghost still lingers!
The spells in this book are not borrowing life, nor suppressing veins, but extending life. This is a truth that only the pillars and the dead Nuo woman know, but now, Mr. Liu obviously knows it too!
Zhu Zhu, who wanted to use this to do something, shut his mouth and didn't dare to do anything unnecessary.
Mr. Liu is not a Nuo woman, not his mother who will be forced to death by him for the sake of her grandson and reputation, so she will have no mercy for him. Zhuzi was afraid.
Zhu Zi ran away in a panic, and never dared to reveal what happened after that.
There was a disdainful smile on the corner of Mr. Liu's lips, which was fleeting.
In the days when the pillars did not appear, Mr. Liu took the villagers to rearrange the town objects in the four corners of the village. This time, some new things were buried under the stone monuments, such as the village's Baijia rice and Baijia cloth.
Everyone in the village has to work hard to worship and offer incense. They put seven to forty-nine grains of rice in the house on a plate, and then offer incense every day after sunset, and pick out six grains from them. On the evening of the seventh day, a total of forty-two grains of rice were picked out, and the remaining seven grains in the bowl were handed over.
Similarly, everyone should take a piece of personal clothing and wrap it on the threshold of the bedroom, and go in and out as usual every day. Also after seven days, take off a corner of this garment and hand it in.
Mr. Liu told the women in the village to put together rice from different households according to their birthdays and surnames, and wrap them into four bags. The rags from different families were assembled into four dolls: tiger, bird, snake, and tortoise, and filled with cloth bags of Baijiami.
Mr. Liu turned amulets into ashes, wrapped paper ashes and incense ash with cloth, and buried them at a depth of one meter below the stele.
No one knew that in those ashes, there were the ashes of Nuo Po's hair and nails.
When Mr. Liu was doing these things, he inadvertently felt that the contents of this Daoist book were very profound, and sighed that this expert should have paid a lot for it.
The village head and the villagers were exhausted by these complicated ceremonies, and deeply felt the difficulty of Nuo Po in the past few years, so after the busy work in Zhenmai was over, Mr. Liu was asked to preside over Nuo Po's funeral again.
Mr. Liu readily agreed, and then searched for dragon acupuncture points and chose an auspicious place to bury Nuo Po.
On the day of the burial, Mr. Liu claimed: "I have memorized the useful spells in this Taoist book, and the rest are too difficult, especially the pulse-suppressing spell, which is why Nuo Po's family is not prosperous. , It’s not a good use. Since the village chief said that Nuo Po left behind saying that she wanted to bury this Taoist book, I’ll burn it in front of her grave today.”
"No! That's my family's book!" Zhu Zi's eyes were tearing apart, but no one paid any attention to him.
Mr. Liu burned the Daoist scriptures in front of him and drifted away.
"There should be something to say about the so-called Zhenmai and your burial place this time?" Mi You asked.
The Nuo woman smiled lightly: "There is no art of suppressing the veins at all. The name of this art is Duo Ling."
The full name of this technique is Seizing Spirits and Raising Corpses. It's just that Nuo Po threw away the old skin and specialized in ghosts and immortals, so she only took the first half. Taking the rice and cloth of one villager as a guide, and limited to one village's land, three coins of life are taken from each household and collected in one body.
Therefore, Nuo Po's spirit of ghosts and immortals is extremely strong, and her practice speed is more than several times faster than when she was alive.
Of course, there is a price. Fate-destined families may not have children with any spiritual physique within three generations, and there will be some twists and turns in fate in the future.
"I could have taken more, but I don't have to. I have to pay back what they owe me, and I don't bother to ask for more if they don't owe me." Nuo Po said coldly.
As for Zhuzi, the Taoist scriptures that he wanted in his life were burned before his eyes, and the son who was rescued by his mother was forced to die. After the death of the Nuo woman, the people in the village will encounter many ups and downs because their lives are taken away. Do you think of the Nuo Po who was forced to crack the spell and died back? Will he be angry with the pillar who persecuted his mother in order to save his son
The result can be imagined.
Nuopo showed a comfortable and carefree smile.
Ah, it seems that there are many new partners!
I missed it yesterday, so I still have it tonight!
(end of this chapter)