After the water of the dharma flowed away, the light on the dharma bottle suddenly disappeared, and the whole store fell into darkness. I hugged the dharma bottle with a distressed heart, thinking that if my great grandfather knew that I didn't keep this dharma instrument, he would be furious. I forgot that he was already dead, and I didn't know what it would be like if he died again.
"Xi Feng, you... you are still here, right?" Shen Bing asked in a trembling voice.
"Of course I am. Are you expecting me to die?"
"No, it was dark everywhere, and I didn't hear any movement from you, so I was scared." Shen Bing probably saw the monster running away through her fingers, so she dared to let go. Girls like her are like this, afraid but wanting to see, so she always covers her face and peeks out through her fingers.
I turned on the light listlessly, swept the coffin fragments off the table, put the magic bottle on it, and looked at it with a sad face. Not only was I sad for it, but the entire store's magic array was destroyed. I had to set it up again. These three magic arrays were all set up by my great grandfather. I have no confidence that I can compare to him. I don't know if the magic array I set up can calm these ghost customers.
Shen Bing was stupid, but she could see that the bottle was broken. I was in a bad mood. She leaned over and stared at the crack and said, "Just use glue to fix the crack and pour some water in it."
"Do you think any water is magic water? That's water that has thousands of years of spiritual energy!" I said with heartache.
"Then you have to find a way to fix it. Only it can repel the five big black balls."
What Shen Bing said was quite crucial. I was just sad and didn't think about the future. These five big basins were very fierce and dared to fight head-on and die together to break the formation. I felt that it was difficult to resist them with my ability. My life and death in the future all depended on the Dharma bottle and the Dharma water.
No, I have to find a way to fix the magic bottle and get some magic water. Magic water does not necessarily have to have a thousand-year spiritual energy to have magic power. Ordinary water can also become magic water after opening the altar and performing magic, but the magic power is more than one level lower. But it's better than nothing.
I picked up the bottle and took a look. It was absolutely impossible to use glue to fix the crack. So what method should I use to repair it? It became a headache.
"Look at the shelves..." Shen Bing called out from the side.
I looked back and saw that the shelf was cracked in the middle. Fortunately, the bottles and jars were not in the crack. The two shelves were tilted to the sides, with a half-foot wide gap in the middle. Hey, there was a line of small words written on the wall: "If the magic bottle is damaged, you can go to the Forgotten River in the underworld to get water to repair it. Ask Meng Po for the magic water!"
There were no words below, but there was a palm-sized plaster, and I didn't know what it meant. I thought to myself, the handwriting was very old, and it was in traditional Chinese, so it was most likely the legacy left by my great-grandfather. But using the water from the Wangchuan River to repair the magic bottle, and asking Meng Po for magic water, isn't this contradictory
The Dharma bottle and the Dharma water are the most spiritual things in the Yang world, and everything in the underworld is feminine. The two are in a situation of mutual restraint between yin and yang. How can the water of the Wangchuan River be used to repair the Dharma bottle? It would be even more ridiculous if the Dharma water came from the underworld. Was Grandpa Taizu drunk when he wrote this
I was just about to peel off the plaster to see what was behind it when Shen Bing suddenly screamed. I turned around and saw a female ghost with disheveled hair rushing into the store, holding onto the door frame and panting heavily. Her face was pale, and blood was oozing out of her seven orifices. She looked very creepy. Her hair was curled up as if it was burnt, and her clothes were tattered, as if she had just been hit by a bomb. She looked so miserable.
"We're closed now. Come back in a few days." I said to her to get her out.
"You have to help me. I'll report to the underworld when I figure it out."
As soon as she opened her mouth, I immediately recognized that it was the female ghost who wanted to avenge me. She was not even dispersed by the copper coin formation. She was able to figure it out, so of course I had to help her, so that there would be one less evil ghost in the town. Looking at her current state, she must have been seriously injured. It was good enough that she could walk to my shop. She didn't have the strength to enter the underworld, so I guess she needed me to take her there.
I nodded and said, "Okay, I'll help you open an entrance to the underworld."
The shop is the same as the house, and is also divided into the eight trigrams directions. I calculated today, and the six evil directions are suitable for opening the entrance to the underworld. Damn, this location happens to be the crack of the shelf.
I took off the plaster before I started to perform the ritual, wondering what was hidden behind it. Before I could see what it was, I was suddenly sucked onto the shelf by a huge force. I struggled hard, but it was useless. It was like a black hole in the universe, with such a strong force that human power could not resist it.
Not only was I sucked onto the shelf, but Shen Bing and the female ghost were also sucked over at the same time. I just heard Shen Bing's half-scream when everything suddenly went black in front of my eyes and I completely lost consciousness.