The magnetic field fluctuations caused by the technique instantly backfired and affected Su Chunfeng's physical and mental health.
Since ancient times, doctors do not have autonomy and do not count themselves. The speed and severity of divine punishment caused by performing magic on their loved ones and themselves is definitely a top priority for many Qimen quack magicians to avoid and take extra precautions. Fortunately,
Su Chunfeng's mind was strong enough, so he did not faint on the spot. If he were an ordinary warlock, he would have fainted or even died under the backlash like five thunders.
Even so, he still staggered and almost fell to the ground, and quickly held on to the window sill on the side of the living room.
"Xiao Feng, what's wrong with you?" Chen Xiulan looked at her son worriedly and said, "Why does your face look so bad? Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's okay." Su Chunfeng cheered up and secretly lamented that his body was too weak. If it were back then... Thinking of this, he shook his head gently and said with a smile: "I'm a little hungry."
Chen Xiulan said distressedly: "Then go to the kitchen quickly, there are steamed buns."
"Hey." Su Chunfeng agreed and walked out slowly with a relaxed expression - he didn't dare to walk fast for fear that his legs would be weak and he would fall and worry his mother too much.
In the courtyard, the small west room of less than fifteen square meters next to the grape trellis is the kitchen.
Walking into the kitchen, Su Chunfeng opened the cupboard, took out a porcelain bowl and two pairs of chopsticks, filled a bowl of water from the water tank and placed it on the red brick floor. Then he squatted down, holding the chopsticks in his right hand, and muttered something in his mouth while holding the chopsticks in his right hand.
, use the magic technique to slowly insert the four chopsticks into the porcelain bowl filled with water according to certain steps and directions.
Something strange happened.
After each chopstick is inserted into the water bowl, it stands firmly and straight as if inserted into the soil.
Four chopsticks, four directions.
After inserting the chopsticks, Su Chunfeng's forehead was sweating, but he remained focused and did not dare to relax at all. The middle finger and thumb of his right hand were connected, the ring finger and little finger were bent, and the index finger was straightened and gently circled the four chopsticks, sometimes pointing, and humming softly.
Occult spell.
Following the pointing of his fingers, circles of strange and beautiful ripples began to appear on the clear water in the water bowl, circling around the four chopsticks.
Su Chunfeng then stood up with his hands on his knees and walked to the cupboard to look for millet.
But he couldn't find millet after searching, so he had to grab a handful of flour from the flour bag as a substitute. He walked back to the water bowl and stood up straight. He pinched the left hand and raised it to shoulder height. He closed his eyes slightly and muttered something.
, loosen his right hand and gently sprinkle the flour onto the water bowl below.
The flour fell rapidly into the rippling bowl of water like falling rain.
The strange thing is that all the flour fell into the water bowl. Driven by the rippling water waves, it formed circles like symbols and irregular patterns, and there was no sign of being dissolved by the water. The whiteness of the flour,
The clearness of the water surface and the outlines are intertwined.
A very strange scene!
Su Chunfeng opened his eyes, patted the flour on his hands with both hands, squatted down and carefully observed the chopsticks, flour and the state of the water in the water bowl.
call……
He breathed a long sigh of relief: "Everything is fine."
Then, he sat crookedly on the ground, looking exhausted, pale, and sweating profusely. He pulled out the four chopsticks from the water bowl with difficulty, then raised the water bowl to his mouth, and took a big gulp of the flour in it.
After drinking it, I gasped and closed my eyes to rest.
At this moment, his head was dizzy, his heartbeat was erratic, and his whole body felt like being stabbed by needles and insects. If he didn't have a strong mind, he would never be able to withstand such torture.
The magic method says: In the three thousand worlds, all things are inseparable from their origins, and they all belong to the yin and yang and the five elements.
The yin and yang, the five elements, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will form vast but different auras throughout the universe and the world. They merge together to maintain an extremely mysterious and wonderful balance - scientifically speaking, it is a magnetic field; generally speaking, this
It is nature. And everything that exists in it, whether living or dead, will form complex auras, large or small, intertwined with nature.
They complement each other and are both majestic and extremely delicate and fragile.
This kind of aura in human beings is what we colloquially call "luck".
In nature, the size of the magnetic field and the strength of personal fortune, which involve the balance and imbalance of the five elements and other subtle changes, will interact directly or indirectly, thus having a certain impact on people's future. Some of them affect individuals on a small scale or
Some affect many people or a large area on a large scale in local areas; some have an impact in a short period of time, and some may affect several months, years or even decades.
Or even affect the fortunes of future generations.
The technique is based on the rules of nature, working with or against the trend, prompting, inducing, and guiding changes in the fragile joints in the balance of the aura, thereby stimulating the frequency of the natural rules in the shortest possible time.
, to achieve specific abnormal turbulence according to the wish of the caster.
Therefore, no matter what kind of magic is used, it will basically lead to inevitable backlash.
In his previous life, Su Chunfeng was not a physiognomist in the Qimen Rivers and Lakes, who could predict unusual events by observing people's faces and geographical and geomantic trends; nor was he a master of fortune-telling, who could predict good and bad luck based on the theory of heavenly stems, earthly branches, yin and yang and the five elements. But he was, after all,
It is the rebirth of a master of tricks who has reached the realm of "awakening the spirit". With his strong mental cultivation, he can observe the yin and yang and the five elements of a person and a place.
Although we cannot determine the details of the accident, we can detect the good and bad luck!
However, his current physique is not strong enough to support the use of extreme tricks, and it is taboo to use magic on his relatives and himself, so now he can only use small magic to observe the current aura in his home to make a rough judgment.
Will the family members living here be safe in the short term?
The result is that everything is fine.
From this, Su Chunfeng judged that although his rebirth was strange enough, it did not cause much resonance between heaven and earth. It only caused some changes in the magnetic field in the campus, which made Wang Qimin, who had always been low-key, unable to help but observe the cause.
And family members will not easily suffer from it.
After taking a short rest, Su Chunfeng felt much better. Before the pain in her body completely dissipated, she heard her father Su Cheng's rough voice coming from outside: "Why is Xiaofeng back?"
Su Chunfeng stood up quickly, put away the dishes and chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth and walked out, saying, "I'll come back and get two books."
"You left all your books at home, how did you learn?" Su Cheng, a tall and sturdy man, scolded him with a straight face. He walked to the platform on the east side of the yard, unloaded the pesticide machine he was carrying and loaded it with pesticides.
He also put down his bucket, "I did well in studies when I was a child, but why did my academic performance fail to improve after I entered junior high school?"
Chen Xiulan came out of the house and went to the pressure well to fetch water and brought it over. She smiled and said, "You come back from work full of complaints and can't take a break?"
Su Cheng snorted and said angrily while washing his hands: "If you don't go to school well, there will be times when he will regret it!"
Listening to his father's complaints, looking at his strong body and tired expression... Su Chunfeng once again felt deep sadness and guilt in his heart.
And, happiness!
In my previous life, every time I heard my father scolding and complaining like this, I would turn a deaf ear to it when I was in the rebellious period of youth, and would even have strong feelings of resistance in my heart. It was not until I became an adult that I fully understood the painstaking efforts and deep love of my parents back then.
The responsibility was clear. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, then he raised his head and looked at his father seriously, saying: "Dad, I will study hard in the future!"
"Huh?" Su Cheng, who was wiping his face, turned and straightened up and looked at his eldest son in surprise.
Even Chen Xiulan's expression was a little strange.
In the past, when this child was scolded and complained, he would probably show an expression of impatience. Although he was afraid of his father who always upheld the belief that "a filial son emerges from under a stick" and did not dare to speak out to refute, he would still show it with silence and a stubborn expression.
His own disdain and rebellion.
what is it today?
It is not uncommon for parents to force their children to express their determination, but this time Su Chunfeng took the initiative to express his determination...
Moreover, his expression was very serious, with a hint of guilt, and he was not at all as perfunctory and forced as before.
Snap!
Su Cheng threw the wet towel into the basin with a stern face, causing a splash of water, and said angrily: "Tell me, does the school have to charge more money?"
"No." Su Chunfeng grinned, smiling happily.
Su Cheng frowned: "Did you get into trouble?"
"No……"
"Bastard, I don't know what a bastard you are?" Su Cheng's eyes suddenly widened like bells, and his already rough voice increased a few decibels.
Su Chunfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and kept flattering: "Dad, I really didn't make any mistakes. I just thought a lot recently and realized that I don't study hard, and I'm sorry for the tuition fees you worked so hard to earn for me. So from now on, I must
Study hard and get into college in the future!"
Go to college!
For ordinary villagers in this era, going to college is as glorious as a carp leaping over a dragon's gate. It means honoring one's ancestors, bringing glory to one's family, becoming rich and becoming an official... So Su Cheng always puts "going to college" like this
A goal is always on his lips to motivate and educate his children. He often says: "You two brothers, as long as you study hard, I will sell you my blood to go to school! If you have the ability to study abroad, I will sell my blood!"
Su Chunfeng still remembers this point.
Seeing the child's sworn statement, Chen Xiulan was so happy that she wanted to cry. She smiled and complained: "His father, Xiaofeng is ambitious and has been sensible and obedient since he was a child! Look, you have scared the child all day long, and you don't believe in the child."
"It's no use talking nonsense, come back and show me your results!" Su Cheng snorted and walked into the house with his hands behind his back. Although his expression and tone were still serious and rigid, Su Cheng's heart was rare and a little cheerful.
, and a little bit of self-blame - Am I too strict with my children?
As a parent, who doesn’t want their children to be sensible and obedient?
Even though his son's words just now were a bit artificial for a farmer, Su Cheng found it difficult to adapt to them for a while, but he was still happy, happy from the bottom of his heart.
"Go back home and talk to your father for a while, and I'll pick some vegetables." Chen Xiulan's face was filled with uncontrollable joy.
"Yes." Su Chunfeng agreed and turned around and walked into the house. The pain and torture that had not been completely eliminated all over his body seemed to be much better.