Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 907

Wu Zhanzhan was serious in speech, solemn in appearance under the rising sun, sitting upright behind a table.

On the table, there are talisman paper, brushes, copper coins, incense candles and other objects.

"Wan Shugao, start boiling water, use big fire to burn it!"

Wu Zhanzhan served as the commander-in-chief of the scene. He lit incense and candles, worshiped the ancestors of Sanqing and Maoshan from a distance, and then gave orders, saying:

"Li Weinian, you are responsible for being on guard around the backyard and not letting people in the village get close. Everyone else should keep quiet, don't whisper to each other, and don't make surprises."

Li Weinian agreed and walked out of the small door in the backyard to take charge of security work.

Ji Xiaoxiao and Gu Qinglan also nodded and did not dare to make any noise.

Wanshu Gao ordered him to make a fire immediately, light the hay and stuff it into the stove, and then add firewood.

"Ding Ermiao takes off his shirt and comes forward. I'll draw a charm for you." Wu Zhanzhan nodded with satisfaction and called for Ding Ermiao to come forward.

Ding Ermiao had already prepared everything, and then took off her shirt, shirtless, and walked forward slowly.

Wu Zhanzhan picked up the brush, dipped it in cinnabar water, and drew a simple Bagua on Ding Ermiao's chest and back. Then he put down the brush, picked up two packages from the table, and said:
"This is swallow mud mixed with crane saliva. It is hung from the front of the neck to protect the chest; this is mixed with poisonous poison and hung from the back of the neck to protect the back."

Ding Ermiao took it and looked at it. The two packages were about the same size as mud, about the size of a palm, and soft. They were sewn into fine silk cloth and had suspenders on them.

With Ji Xiaoxiao's help, Ding Ermiao hung up the two small bags and adjusted the length of the sling so that the two cloth bags covered her chest and back with the Bagua pictures drawn by Wu Zhanzhan. .

In order to prevent the two bags of mud from shaking in the water, Wu Zhanzhan handed Ji Xiaoxiao a piece of red silk and asked her to tie a circle around Ding Ermiao's chest and back to secure the two bags of mud.

Wu Zhanzhan waved his hand, turned around and said, "You can take off your clothes and get into the water. Stay in the meditative state and listen to my instructions."

"Oh..." Ding Ermiao took the bag of mud and walked towards the stove, ready to undress and get into the water.

Ji Xiaoxiao and Gu Qinglan also turned around at the same time.

"Brother Ermiao, uncle, please enter the urn..." Wan Shugao said in a low voice with a wicked smile on his face.

Ding Ermiao glared at Wan Shugao, turned to the back of the stove, stripped himself naked in a few moments, then wrapped the corpse whip around his waist, pressed his hand on the stove, and jumped into the big wooden barrel with a plop.

The person sat down inside the barrel, with just one head exposed.The water in the bucket also rose to the mouth of the bucket because of the entry of Ding Ermiao.

"Okay, I've already sat down in the bucket." Ding Ermiao shouted to Wu Zhanzhan.

Wu Zhanzhan and others turned around together.

"Remove the cork on the wall of the barrel to allow the water inside and outside the barrel to communicate." Wu Zhanzhan ordered.

Ding Ermiao did as he was told and pulled out 28 corks.

The water level in the barrel was slightly higher. After the cork was removed, the water flowed out and the water level dropped a little, reaching the level of Ding Ermiao's shoulders.

Gradually, the water levels inside and outside the barrel reached the same level.

Because of their consistency, the exchange between the poisonous cinnabar water in the pot and the clear water in the bucket is very slow.

So now Ding Ermiao is sitting in the barrel and does not feel the poisonous water corroding her.

"Untie your corpse-beating whip, put it in the water casually, and ignore it." Wu Zhanzhan was still sitting on the altar more than ten feet away, and said: "Then guard the entrance and forget about myself and everything."

Ding Ermiao nodded, took off the beating whip, put it in the water, and sat down with eyes closed.

"Wan Shu Gao, continue to increase the fire, don't stop." Wu Zhanzhan ordered, stopped talking, and meditated on the altar with his eyes slightly closed.

Gu Qinglan and Ji Xiaoxiao didn't dare to ask. They walked quietly to the stove and looked at Ding Ermiao's face.

As the water temperature rises, red steam gradually rises from the cinnabar water in the iron pot.

The difference in temperature between the inside and outside causes the water in the barrel and the iron pot to blend.In the wooden barrel where Ding Ermiao meditated, the original clear water had turned reddish.

"Er Miao, how do you feel?" Ji Xiaoxiao stepped forward and asked softly.

"Don't disturb him, go back." Wu Zhanzhan opened his eyes at the altar, glanced at Ji Xiaoxiao, and then closed his eyes again without saying anything.

Ding Ermiao in the barrel opened her eyes and gave Ji Xiaoxiao an indifferent smile, saying it was okay.

Ji Xiaoxiao felt relieved, smiled, and retreated to Wu Zhanzhan's altar.

Wan Shugao acted as a fire boy under the stove. The dry wood was continuously stuffed into the stove, and the fire was blazing in the stove.

Within ten minutes, the cinnabar water in the iron pot was almost boiling, and red mist rose from the iron pot.

Wrapped in the smoke, Ding Ermiao's expression became heavy, she clenched her teeth, and the corners of her mouth began to twitch slightly.

"Ding Ermiao, do you feel okay now?" Wu Zhanzhan took advantage of the time and asked.

"It's not bad." Ding Ermiao said calmly, enduring the stinging pain all over his body.

Wu Zhanzhan nodded and said, "Very good. Wan Shugao will stop lighting the fire and let the flames in the stove go out on their own."

Wan Shu raised his eyebrows, glanced at the stove, and shouted, "But Master Uncle, I have already stuffed a lot of firewood in this stove, and it will probably take half an hour to burn..."

Ji Xiaoxiao was shocked. Regardless of Wu Zhanzhan's prior instructions, he rushed over, glanced at the kitchen door, and shouted at Wan Shu:
"You want to cook Ermiao and eat it? Put so much firewood? Hurry up and take out the firewood for me!"

"Don't make a fuss!"

Wu Zhanzhan had a sullen face, jumped down from the altar, glanced at Ding Ermiao's face, then looked at the flames at the bottom of the pot, and waved, "It doesn't matter, don't move the firewood at the bottom of the pot."

"But the water in the pot has already boiled!" Ji Xiaoxiao pointed at the iron pot and said.

The cinnabar water in the pot was indeed boiling, and the outside of the barrel was bubbling with alarming force.

"Isn't the bucket open yet?" Wu Zhanzhan said with a straight face.

"If the water in the bucket boils, the second seedling will be gone!" Ji Xiaoxiao stamped her feet anxiously and almost cried.

Wu Zhanzhan also stamped his foot and said:

"Ji Xiaoxiao, if you kill Ding Ermiao, just yell! If you want him to be safe and sound, please keep calm! I really shouldn't let you stay here and make trouble for me!"

(End of this chapter)