When Chu Boyang saw Zhang Guafu starting to make arrangements, he didn't bother to ask any more questions. The key was to revive Mrs. Zhou first. So without saying anything, he nodded, opened the door, and walked out.

Although he did not set up an altar to perform rituals, and he only barely knew the specific ritual tools needed, he was still relatively clear about the sacrifices to Chu Boyang. During festivals, every household in that era still retained the habit of worshiping ancestors and gods.

Even if Chu Boyang really didn't understand, Zhou Agui still understood. So Chu Boyang immediately found Zhou Agui and assisted Zhou Agui in preparing relevant matters.

Originally, Chu Boyang did not let Zhou Bin have contact with him, fearing that if the news spread, the officialdom would be labeled as feudal and superstitious. However, Zhou Bin said: "Folk customs include worshiping ancestors and gods, which is filial piety and has nothing to do with superstition." Chu Boyang knew.

Zhou Bin was out of filial piety, but he still secretly told Zhou Bin what Zhang Guafu meant.

Zhou Bin originally thought that it was just a simple act of worshiping ancestors and gods, but he didn't expect that it was actually an act of hanging on one's life and attracting souls. He was a little hesitant at the moment, but soon, Zhou Bin still felt that he had to do something for his mother.

Therefore, with the assistance of Zhou Bin, Zhou Tao brothers and his wife, Chu Boyang quickly prepared the necessary simple sacrifices and delivered them to Mrs. Zhou's room one by one.

Opening the altar and practicing the rituals must be done with the door open. Zhang Guafu didn't want to be seen by outsiders, so he asked Chu Boyang to send Zhou Bin and others to the front yard. Now Chu Boyang and the others are the only ones left in the entire Zhou family's backyard.

"Boyang, Zhu Jun, has the altar been set up?" Zhang Guafu was about to perform the ritual. His whole temperament was a little different. After putting on a yellow gown, he really looked a bit like a Taoist immortal.

"Ready." Chu Boyang and Zhu Jun replied in unison.

"Okay. Now let me tell you what it means to die. I won't talk about the medical method of hanging one's life by injecting hormones. That kind of treatment treats the symptoms but not the root cause. After a few hours, the word "death" is still indispensable."

Zhang Guafu's tone was a bit disdainful, but then he changed his tone and said calmly: "We are now talking about hanging one's life in metaphysics. Hanging one's life refers to the method used to extend one's life when a person's end is approaching. It can be long or short.

Long hanging can help people live for two or three more years without any problem; short hanging can extend life for two to three days, or even two to three hours."

After hearing this, Chu Boyang was a little disappointed and couldn't help but murmured: "It will only take two or three years for Mrs. Zhou to die..."

"Who said I would hang her life for two or three years? Who is she to me? Is it worth my energy and energy to exchange for her life?" Zhang Guafu said.

Seeing that Chu Boyang didn't understand anything, Zhu Jun explained to him in a low voice.

It turns out that hanging for a long time is equivalent to changing one's life against the will of heaven. If you do it, you will be punished by God. It can take a few years off your life, or it can seriously damage your vitality and leave a legacy of disaster. Moreover, not everyone can do it.

Did it.

Zhang Guafu waited for Zhu Jun to finish explaining the long hanging to Chu Boyang, and then said: "What I want to do now is to make a short hanging for Mrs. Zhou, so as to extend the Yang life of Mrs. Zhou for at most two days..."

When Chu Boyang heard this, he was busy for a long time and could only extend Zhou Laotian's life for two days. He immediately wanted to ask Zhang Guafu to make a long funeral: "Mr. Zhang..."

Before Chu Boyang could say anything, he was blocked by Zhang Guafu: "Do you want Mr. Zhou to live for ten or eight years, or do you want to live for two or three years?"

"Of course ten or eight years." Chu Boyang answered without thinking.

"Then don't interrupt. The reason why I made a short hanging for Mrs. Zhou is that, firstly, although the short hanging is also an unnatural act, it will not cause much backlash and can be resisted by a spell; secondly, I

All we need to do is revive her, ask her opinion on divorcing her husband, and leave enough time to do so."

Without waiting for Chu Boyang to raise another question, Zhang Guafu continued: "In fact, if Mrs. Zhou accepts the divorce from her husband, she will no longer suffer the backlash of moving her grave, and her lifespan can be extended. With the help of medicine,

With proper treatment and subsequent maintenance, living another three to five years is not a problem.”

"What if..." Chu Boyang still couldn't help but want to ask.

"If she doesn't want to divorce, don't blame me for not helping her." Zhang Guafu had already guessed the question Chu Boyang was going to ask, so he suppressed Chu Boyang's words this time.

Chu Boyang was helpless. If Mrs. Zhou really didn't want to divorce, he couldn't selfishly let Zhang Guafu change her destiny and be punished by God to hang her life. So he had to start thinking about how to persuade Mrs. Zhou to divorce. Then he

I couldn't help but smile in my heart: I would rather teach others to raise children than teach others to separate their wives. Today I have to teach others to separate their husbands.

For Zhang Guafu, short hanging is simply a matter of chance.

Chu Boyang only saw Zhang Guafu pick up a piece of yellow paper and use cinnabar to draw a spell on it that he couldn't see clearly. Then Zhang Guafu took a piece of hair from Mrs. Zhou's pillow and boiled the hair with

The rice stuck to the talisman paper. Immediately, Zhang Guafu threw the talisman paper in the air, quickly picked up the wooden sword on the table and stabbed the talisman paper, and took the talisman paper to the candle to light it.

After completing this series of actions, Zhang Guafu recited a spell for a while, and Chu Boyang could only understand the last few sentences: "Zhou's wife, who has not yet finished her life, has three souls and seven souls, and will come back quickly.

After reciting the incantation, Zhang Guafu picked up a bell and shook it. Then a cold wind blew from nowhere, making Chu Boyang and Zhu Jun shiver.

What really surprised Chu Boyang was that he heard a hesitation coming from the direction of Mrs. Zhou's bed. His surprise soon turned into surprise, because Mrs. Zhou could already speak softly: "Mr. Xiao Chu, it's you.

?"

When Chu Boyang heard this call, he almost jumped to the bedside. Although he found that Mrs. Zhou still had no strength to turn her head and look at him, a burst of inexplicable comfort surged out of Chu Boyang's heart: Anyway, Mrs. Zhou

Tai is awake now.

"Grandma Zhou, it's me. I brought Mr. Zhang to save you." Chu Boyang grabbed Mrs. Zhou's hand and said.

"It's useless. They have looked for many doctors for me, and they all said that I am hopeless. Cough cough... cough." Mrs. Zhou's voice was still weak.

"No, Mr. Zhang will definitely be able to save you. No, the doctor didn't even revive you. He revived you as soon as he performed the surgery." Chu Boyang tried to arouse Mrs. Zhou's desire to survive.

"Really? Have you invited an expert to help the old woman again?" Mrs. Zhou reluctantly turned her head and saw the Taoist and immortal Zhang Guafu, and felt inexplicably confident in her heart.

"Old Mrs. Zhou, my name is Zhang Guafu, you can just call me Mr. Zhang. It was indeed me who called your soul back out of your body just now, but now these souls are brought back by force, and they will return again within three days at most.
Chapter completed!