When we came back, Ms. Zhao sent us a long way away with great gratitude, and her enthusiasm made us a little embarrassed. Mr. Jiu sat in the cockpit and looked at the scenery on both sides, and suddenly smiled bitterly.
"What's wrong?" Seeing him like this, I was very confused.
"Did you listen to what she said? Her cactus was taken from the west corner of her grandfather's house." Turning his head, Master Jiu said.
When he asked this question, I suddenly realized something.
Cacti are naturally fond of light. Generally speaking, people who raise them will place them on the balcony. However, the west side of the house is generally darker, so it is a bit strange to put it there.
.....
"Master Jiu, do you think there is something fishy about this matter? It's okay anyway, why don't you tell us about it?"
Smelling the secret smell of a supernatural event, Xiaopang who was driving suddenly became energetic.
Hearing this, Master Jiu felt a little proud as he leaned on the passenger seat. Then he put a fat leg on the other knee and said leisurely, "These are all my guesses. I can't decide whether they are accurate or not."
between......"
"Fuck..."
As soon as I heard that he was trying to pass things off again, I got a headache. When it came to serious matters, this old man just talked about useless things. I was really disgusted with this kind of bureaucratic procrastination. Before I said anything, I kept it for myself.
There is no point in retreating.
"Don't fuck me, it's really hard to talk about this." Master Jiu said, he glanced at me and then he touched his nose and said leisurely in that old and immortal tone, "As far as I know, in Nanyang,
In the secret method of the old man, there is a kind of feng shui trick specially used to extend life. It seems to be called...'Ghost Door Bolt'. Well, that's it. This trick is made with things like cactus. That old man
Being able to live for so many years and then suddenly die, I’m afraid it has a lot to do with this thing.”
"Ghost door bolt?" When I hear this word, I have a very awesome feeling. I have heard about ghosts breaking into walls, ghosts blowing out lamps, and ghosts pressing down on beds, but I have never heard of ghost door bolts...
...
The door bolt is the kind of "door latch" used in feudal society. When a stick is pushed across the door, the door will be locked.
Since it is called a ghost door bolt, as the name suggests, it should be a way to keep "ghosts" out of the door.
I asked Mr. Jiu if my guess was correct. Hearing this, Mr. Jiu nodded with satisfaction.
When Xiaopang heard this, he became energetic and quickly asked how to use the ghost door bolt. Since it was not a Maoshan secret technique, Master Jiu did not hide it. He took out the reward from his backpack and counted it over and over again, mumbling.
He muttered to us.
In fact, this thing sounds very mysterious, but it is simpler than imagined.
The ghost door bolt is a magic spell in Nanyang. It can also be regarded as a kind of Feng Shui bureau. It is specially used to block evil spirits, prolong life and delay time.
Specifically, you first buy a pot of a young cactus and take it home, then open a jar to evoke some of its spirituality, and then place it on a rooftop or balcony where the sun shines most during the day.
At night, it is moved back and placed on the evil position on the west side of the room to act as the "door god".
According to legend, most of the haunting ghosts come out at night, so more people who die normally die at night. What the ghost door bolt can do is to use the aura accumulated in the cactus to hold back those haunting things, and wait.
The rooster crows at dawn and they can only come back tomorrow.
It is said that this method is very effective, so relatively many mages use it. However, this spell has two risks. One is that the plant can keep everything safe at night but may not be able to suppress the evil stars during the day. The other is that this method
There is a big danger that the cactus inside will become sperm.
It turns out that the cactus used in the ghost door bolt method must not be exposed to water. In order to maintain the effect, it can only be fed with chicken blood mixed with rice water at noon at the end of each month.
If things go on like this, the cactus must be replaced, otherwise, the plants raised with chicken blood will easily become sperm.
"Have you seen that thing?" Master Jiu said, pointing to his head, "How come a cactus-like head grows on the top of a cactus' head? Isn’t it strange? When I saw it, I
I think that thing is probably a cactus and not a cactus, and the prickly handles are also 'hands and feet' that grew out later to deliberately confuse us."
Master Jiu said, glanced around, then shook his head and sighed: "I thought that Mr. Zhao was also a person who knew alchemy, but he didn't expect that something unexpected happened suddenly. If you ask me, his death should be an accident. It might be possible
It was because the cactus became a spirit and stopped working hard, and the impermanence of black and white took away his soul. Secondly, it may be that he discovered the abnormality of this thing and wanted to eradicate it, but did not think about it. He was old and frail.
I suffered an accident first."
"So, is there really a way to extend your life?" Hearing what he said seriously, I was very curious and confused. I have never believed in ghosts and gods. Even if I did, I felt that heaven and fortune had their own principles.
, In other words, who can live as long as they want has been determined for a long time. Wouldn't it be contrary to destiny to use human power to reverse it?
"There are indeed ways to extend one's life, and there are ways to extend one's life. However, these are two completely different things. Don't mix them up." Master Jiu said, telling me about an encounter he had when he was a child.
one thing.
At that time, Jin Jiuye was only six or seven years old, and he was still a fat boy who knew nothing. His mother passed away early, so he had been following his father everywhere to slay demons and monsters.
One time I went out to do some business, and when I came back I happened to stay overnight in a mountain villager's house. Next door to that family, there was an old man who lived alone. The old man was about to die, but he couldn't let go. He clenched his fists.
Tightly, the people he called out were his children who had left their hometowns to work.
At that time, it was a very disgraceful thing to die with no one to send you off. It was miserable enough to die without being able to see your own children. The neighbors looked at this tragic situation and there was nothing they could do to worry. This person would always mutter when he was worried.
, it would spread as soon as it was whispered, and soon people in the small village were discussing it privately.
Somehow, Jin Jiuye's father found out about this matter. After asking about the situation, Jin Jiuye's nosy old father taught them a trick.
He asked the villagers to find five children under ten years old, and asked them to kneel in a circle with their faces facing outward. All five children held sandalwood in their hands. Every time the sandalwood was burned, they faced each other.