While I was talking, I had already prepared most of the things I needed to prepare.

In other words, even if some things are not available, I have found something to replace them.

Green ink, yellow paper, badger oil!

Among them, this badger oil is the most important.

Badger oil is an oil extracted from badgers, which can treat frostbite.

This thing was also a gift from the herdsmen of Bai Gen and Qi Mancang to us. Brother Yaozi and I went out to get frostbite, and Qi Mancang brought this thing.

Badgers are divided into pig badgers and dog badgers. Nowadays, pig badgers are slightly more common, while dog badgers are less common. They are all listed on the red endangered list. However, in Inner Mongolia, the old herders do not know these things at all.

Many times I can't control it, and if I see it, I have no reason to run away.

If we simply talk about the effect of treating frostbite, pig badger oil is actually better than dog badger oil. However, pig badgers are more abundant in the south and less common in the north. There are dog badgers in Inner Mongolia. The badger oil sent to us by Qi Mancang and Shigen is just right.

It's the oil on the badger's body!

People only know that badger oil can cure frostbite, but they don’t know that it has another use, especially badger oil. This is something that must be used in witchcraft in the old days. In the past, people were superstitious and believed that during solar and lunar eclipses,

When evil spirits invade, a catastrophe will definitely occur. Of course, a catastrophe is impossible, but during solar and lunar eclipses, evil spirits are active between heaven and earth. This is true, and many people in the industry can

It can be felt during practice, and the badger... In the past, it was considered to be the incarnation of the tengu in the human world. This view is not groundless, and the root cause is still the badger oil.

This kind of thing is a good medicine when used in a good place, but when used in an evil place... it is a thing that nourishes evil!!

The method I'm going to use originally requires the grease from something called a "badger's foot."

Badgers with human feet are some of the more special ones among badgers. They have toes that are almost the same as those of humans. They also like to imitate human behavior. It is common to stand upright and walk sometimes even at night.

Lying outside the door and knocking on the door, and knocking on the door is often four times, just like a ghost knocking on the door. The evil door is even more yellow-skinned, and it is also the best thing to use for witchcraft.

However, there are no human-footed badgers, so you can use badger-dog oil instead. They are the same thing anyway, but the effect is a little weaker, but it is enough!

When Brother Yaozi saw me taking out the badger oil, he knew that I was definitely not wiping off the frostbite on my body. When he saw me using green ink to write the obituary symbols on the yellow paper, he felt a little hairy all over his body and couldn't help but said: "Jingzhe, what the hell are you doing?"

What are you doing? Why do I feel so scared? Don’t do the magic that you did that day..."

"Needless to say, you can tell by looking at his expression that it must be that kind of witchcraft. Mr. Zhang has already said that he likes to take the wrong approach with his sword. What he is most worried about is that if he is stimulated by something in the future, he will

The kind of person who is about to make a mistake and embark on the wrong path step by step, and never regrets it..."

Lao Bai tilted his head and glanced at the condolence I wrote on the yellow paper, and immediately took a breath: "Although I don't understand condolence, I know this. The Black Miao people in the southwest are raised by the power of ghosts and gods.

When some dads come out, they often start with this series of condolence messages..."

"Is there no other way?"

Brother Yaozi's expression changed a bit, and he said from the side: "Jingzhe, we brothers would rather burn this place down with a fire, and we should use this method less often. There are some things that you really can't touch, otherwise you will be married."

It's useless to have seven beads. At the last moment, it will definitely be enough for you to drink a pot, and that is the reckoning. Then you will definitely be in a dilemma of life and death..."

I was writing a talisman, and they were chattering close to my ear. They could only stop writing for a while, and looked up helplessly: "If the Nine-Life Yama really could solve the problem by burning the corpse, then the incident in Meizhou wouldn't have happened.

There is an uproar, and besides, there are ways to bury these things, but now we only bring so few things, and due to the terrain and environment, I can't use them."

As I said that, I raised my eyelids and glanced at the expressions of several people, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about me. There is no good or evil in magic. The only ones who are good and evil are those who use magic. I use evil magic in the right way, and that is the upright way.

, why should we be afraid of heaven’s punishment? If heaven sins against me, the sin is not mine, but the fault of heaven!”

Seeing that several of them stopped talking, I thought they had been persuaded. I lowered my head and continued to write talismans on yellow paper dipped in green ink. I didn't realize that the expressions on their faces became more and more weird.

After a long time, Brother Yaozi said faintly: "Why are the arguments of these words so familiar? Yes... this is not the argument of the ritual officials. The fault is not mine, but the fault of God. You really... inherited the inheritance from

The genes and behavioral principles of your ancestors..."

I didn't respond to these words, but blew on the ink, and there was a sentence that Lao Bai said was right. The beginning of this talisman is indeed all about borrowing the power of ghosts and gods. The original text is "Xiu Wen", and when translated, it roughly means - from

In the Great Netherworld, it can also be understood as the power of the dead who remain silent in the Netherworld...

Feeling that the time was almost up, I raised my head and said to Brother Yaozi and the others: "Instead of worrying about the good and evil of the technique here, it is better to think about how not to hinder my master, and everyone can help.

Brother Yaozi, pick out five corpses from those sarcophagi. Try to pick the older ones, don’t pick the children!!

As for Lao Bai and Wu Shuang, go and collect blood for me!

Since these corpses are resentful corpses, a finger-long blood-red thin line will appear three inches below their belly buttons. After cutting it open, you can collect the blood of the resentful corpses. The more the better,

Go quickly!"

Five objects!

This is the limit of my ability.

I don’t pick child corpses because children die young and have the heaviest grievances. Imps are the most difficult to deal with. Sometimes they are even more difficult to deal with than ghosts. It’s the same when placed on corpses. If I put five child corpses in place, I feel like I

If you can't control it, you may be attacked.

When my master was mentioned, the few people finally stopped chattering and followed my instructions separately.

Xiaozhi also wanted to go, but I held her back. I didn't want her to do these things too early.

"Brother Jingzhe, I don't want to hold you back!"

Xiaozhi squinted his big eyes and laughed, and said softly: "Besides, I want to beg for food in this industry. It's not that pretentious. Survival is the most important thing. If you want to survive, you have to learn skills."

I sighed, thought about it, and finally let go.

Indeed, this industry is easy to get into but not easy to get out of. Very few people who are involved in ghosts and gods will have a good death. It is also good to learn some skills early.

After a few people left, I continued to write condolences on yellow paper.

Brother Yaozi was the fastest. As soon as I started writing, the five corpses were found and carried directly in front of me.

Seeing this, I asked Lao Bai and Wu Shuang to come back.

In this short period of time, Lao Bai collected the blood from four corpses, Wushuang collected six corpses, and Xiaozhi only collected two, totaling no more than twelve corpses.

This is a dead end job.

It seems that this kind of corpse that has been wet for many years with dried coffin fluid is the most buried. It looks like it still maintains the elasticity of the skin, but in fact the folds of the skin are full of pickled things. Not to mention the smell, it is very easy to pull out some.

It makes people feel sick, so people in the industry would rather fight with the big rice dumplings than pick the blood line on the corpse.

These three people suffered a lot. Lao Bai's face turned green when he came back. Even Wu Shuang, who had always been indifferent, was full of resentment. When he looked at me, his eyes were so penetrating that he probably didn't have ten ham sausages.

make life difficult for……

"Twelve, there are a few missing..."

As soon as I said these words, Wu Shuang and Lao Bai looked like cannibals, and they quickly changed their words: "But it should be enough, step back a little, it is best to find a place without corpses to hide, and cover your mouth and nose with a cloth

, silently recite the Heart Purifying Mantra and the Purifying Heart Art that my master asked us to do during morning classes. Don’t think about the people you hate in your heart, or even the unhappy things. In short, don’t have any negative emotions, otherwise I won’t be able to

Guaranteed something will happen!"

Brother Yaozi felt uncomfortable after what I said, and couldn't help but ask me: "What on earth are you doing?"

"A way to bury a dead person!"
Chapter completed!