Seeing Wang Zixuan's ability, Lin Genbao was more eager to learn, and asked Wang Zixuan every day.
Through this period of observation, Wang Zixuan thought that Lin Genbao was kind-hearted, so he decided to accept his apprentice as his substitute teacher and formally accepted him as his disciple on behalf of Xie Tiangang.
From then on, Lin Genbao changed his name to Senior Brother Wang Zixuan and formally learned Taoism from him.
These days, the wind balloon on the 8th crosses the border and is not suitable for outdoor activities. Wang Zixuan goes to play cards with Zhen Muzhi. He teaches Lin Genbao spells at the fortune telling shop.
He has never taught an apprentice, and he is afraid of hurting others. He is most proficient in spells, so he simply teaches him the best.
"Root treasure, as the root of the five skills of mountain, medicine, divination, destiny and physiognomy, is the medium and channel for the dialogue between the monks and the spiritual world. Through this channel, the nine gods and demons can be used by us."
Lin Genbao was thoughtful and asked, "Elder martial brother, there is always a word of urgency at the end of the mantra. What does it mean?"
Wang Zixuan smiled slightly, "It means that the magic will be effective when it reaches the target. Only when it comes from the heart can the magic work."
Lin Genbao was curious, "How to draw a symbol?"
Wang Zixuan patiently explained: "Fuwen is a secret magic weapon to communicate people and the spiritual world, so it is not allowed to scribble."
"If the drawing amulet knows its meaning, it will make the ghosts and gods laugh. If the drawing amulet knows its meaning, it will make the ghosts and gods cry!"
"There are hundreds of ways to draw symbols, some of which need to walk slowly and say incantations... They are very sophisticated in laying paper, studying ink, and using brushes. The complexity of the procedures and the complexity of the methods are enough to make people dizzy. In my school, as long as we grasp the formula, the gods will follow us!"
Wang Zixuan said, shaking his sleeve with his right hand, and a jade pen suddenly appeared in his hand, flying on his fingertips, and drew a symbol out of thin air.
Lin Genbao was dazzled, and admired Wang Zixuan even more.
Wang Zixuan raised his hand and took the jade pen into his sleeve, and continued: "The charm is composed of five elements, namely, the head, the main god, the belly, the feet and the gall."
"The head of the rune is like a person's head, the main god is like a person's mind, the belly of the rune is like a person's belly, where we learn the function of the rune, the feet of the rune are like a person's feet, and the gallbladder of the rune is like a person's liver. If a rune has no gallbladder, it is like a door has no lock, and bad people can enter at will. Therefore, the gallbladder of the rune plays an important role in the rune. ”
"The common three hooks on the Futu are the symbols representing Sanqing, the Supreme Lord, the First Heavenly Honour, the Tongtian Cult Leader; or the Three World Duke, the City God, the Land, and the Ancestor."
"The three hooks represent Sanqing on the whole rune, and the one below the imperial edict and god name represents Sanjie Duke. When writing the three hooks, you should recite the mantra secretly: one stroke of the world moves; two strokes of the ancestral sword; three strokes of evil spirits go thousands of miles away. Each stroke and sentence must be just right, which is called stepping on the head of the rune. If there is no sign of "three hooks and three cleans", you must say: "The sky is round and the place is clear, and there are nine laws and regulations. I will write today, and ten thousand ghosts will hide..."
Lin Genbao took out his own small black notebook, with circles and forks on it. Only he could understand it.
He asked, "Elder martial brother, can you draw symbols at any time?"
Wang Zixuan waved his hand and said, "It is best to choose Zishi or Haishi every day as the symbol. When the yang disappears and the yin grows, the spirit is the most important, followed by noon, mao and Youshi."
"Elder martial brother, that means when can we draw symbols?"
"Of course not. There are four days a year when you cannot draw symbols. If you draw symbols in these four days, it will not be effective, but also harmful."
"These four days are the ninth day of March, the second day of June, the sixth day of September, and the second day of December in the lunar calendar. Because our school is the most proficient in spells, and these four days are also the weakest days in our year, we should be extra careful. Most life and death opponents will choose these four days to deal with us!"
Lin Genbao hurried around again.
Wang Zixuan said solemnly, "Practice makes perfect, and practice makes perfect!"
"You can draw these talismans into safety talismans and dispelling talismans, and these auspicious items need to be opened up, so they are just for you to practice."
Lin Genbao looked back, his eyes were bulging, his mouth was wide open, and the little black books in his hands fell to the ground.
Behind him, there are half a shop of mascots and a few meters of thick yellow rune paper. There are millions of pieces. Can he finish it in his lifetime?
……
The wind was swift and the rain was heavy. A black RV stopped at the bottom of the High Street Psychiatric Hospital.
The driver quickly stepped out of the car to open the umbrella and the rear door.
Master Zhang, dressed in robes, got off the bus. Take the driver's umbrella: "Don't follow me, just wait for me here."
Master Zhang sighed in his heart. It's a pity that none of his three apprentices could succeed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to investigate himself.
Double sky inside and outside the door.
Entering the gate of the mental hospital in one step, Master Zhang was shocked even though he saw many scenes.
"What is this fierce array?"
Master Zhang's mouth was full of bitterness, and he could not help thinking that one day when he talked about High Street, Wang Zixuan, the slippery boy, could hardly seriously dissuade him: "Don't go! High Street is dangerous, and be careful to drive a ship for thousands of years!"
He was too lax after years of success in the Vanity Fair. He had to be fully armed when he went out in the early years, leaving behind a lot of caution. I don't know when he has been replaced by full confidence.
I'm afraid he will pay for it this time.
He intended to have a brief look first, and then make some preparations during the passage of the typhoon.
Who knows this step into the gate of death.
The blood cloud in the sky of the psychiatric hospital ahead is rolling, and the evil spirit is soaring into the sky. The strange crash sound and the strange wailing sound echo quietly.
Looking back, I saw that the gate had long disappeared, leaving only wind and rain.
……
The rain poured out of the window.
Wang Zixuan was reading at home when he suddenly felt uneasy.
The telephone rang suddenly.
It was Xu Liangyong.
Xu Liangyong sighed, "Just now, Master Zhang died!"
Wang Zixuan listened to Xu Liangyong's story without hesitation.
In his heart, he was uncertain. Master Zhang was not short lived. How could he die!?
Master Zhang is so powerful that he is far better than him. How could he die!?
Located in Yingpan, Xiangxi, Gaojie Ghost House is a hospital built in 1892. Before World War II, it was a leprosy hospital. Leprosy was a very dangerous infectious disease at that time. People who got sick had to be forcibly isolated and locked up to die.
Later, Xiangjiang fell, and the Japanese army used this building as the execution ground, killing many people. The Georgia V Park in front of the hospital was once a mass burial post, which was later built into a mental hospital. Many mental patients also had suicidal tendencies, and often hit their heads against the wall, so there were often bangs, bangs, and screams.
The Xu family had planned to buy a piece of cheap land near Zhonggao Street before, but they wanted to hire someone to drive away evil spirits. Instead of inviting Wang Zixuan, they invited Master Zhang.
At first, Master Zhang hesitated, and finally agreed. Last night, he went to the High Street alone to check. This morning, Master Zhang came back pale and strange looking, as if he had changed a person.
Today, Master Zhang insisted on going to the Chinese cemetery in the rain after the typhoon and rainstorm. Unfortunately, he was buried alive by the debris flow.