Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 37: Refining Blood into Essence, Holding the Statue of the God of Fortune
Holding a lantern, how can it not be dangerous?
Seven or eight days have passed since the rich man incident. During this period, Chen Ning'an went to Hongzhu Cemetery again.

It was still the same lightning-struck tree, but even now he didn't dare to take the risk.

The rolling thunder was extremely powerful and masculine, and it was striking ghosts. Chen Ningan estimated that if he was struck by lightning now, he would be even more miserable than before.

So he just took two red candles in front of a lonely grave, burned some paper money, and recited the Sutra of Salvation, as a way to save the wild ghosts in the grave.

He was not sure whether it was a ghost, so he said to the woman in the tomb: "Pack up and leave tonight. I will come to see you tomorrow."

The next day, he carried a lantern and a shovel, dug up the grave, and really opened the coffin to see the girl in the tomb.

It was a highly decomposed corpse. After Chen Ning'an searched it twice, he was very disappointed to find that there was no fist-sized fruit inside.

He covered the grave with soil back shovelful at a time and looked for the next grave.

Hongzhu only got two yesterday, but he recited the Sutra of Saving People, and theoretically, several lonely graves nearby could have heard it.

He is a sorcerer, not a Taoist priest.

The shovel hit something in the soil with a "bang" and was unable to move forward, which surprised Chen Ningan a little.

Since he came back to Jiang Youwei's house, his strength has reached about 1,800 kilograms, but he couldn't dig any deeper with this shovel.

After digging up the soil on both sides, something under the shovel came into view. It was a statue of a god.

In the New Qin Dynasty, where there was no feudal superstition, there were no statues of gods, only commemorative statues.

But this doesn’t seem to be the case in this lantern world. When Chen Ningan picked up the statue with his hands, his first feeling was that it was heavy!
His hands could lift a car, but carrying the statue, which was only as long as his forearm, required all his strength and was a little difficult.

Good weight!

Chen Ning'an used his hands to wipe away all the dirt on the statue, and suddenly felt a cold hand touching his face.

and many more.

His expression became more serious and he tapped the top of the statue's head with his fingertips.

Sure enough, he also felt the top of his head being tapped by fingers.

When he touched the hand of the statue, his own hand was also touched. Chen Ning'an's face became more and more ugly. He blew out the candle directly and stopped holding the lantern.

However, the statue also followed him into the human world, and its face gradually changed from being strange to being exactly like him.

"Damn, is this a black magic?"

Chen Ning'an felt a little regretful. He thought that nothing in the Red Candle Cemetery could threaten him now, so he did not tell fortunes when he opened his eyes and held the lantern.

He had never seen such a thing in the Red Candle Cemetery on the forum. Everyone just took the candles and left.

He took the candle and left...

Chen Ning'an had a headache, as if no one else dug graves like he did.

So this statue seems to be an accidental event, but in fact it is an inevitable event?
He picked it up with great effort and took it home, cutting a wound on the statue's arm.

He felt pain in his arm, and sure enough, there was a wound on his arm. This time, Chen Ning'an's face became even darker.

This is a curse. Once the statue is shattered, he will obviously be shattered as well. This gives Chen Ningan a great sense of insecurity.

If he went out and the statue broke, he would not know how he died.

If it were someone else, they might be helpless and could only carefully protect the statue. But Chen Ning'an was not like that. In his previous life, when he was fortune-telling for the ruler of a Southeast Asian family, he once saw an evil person.

That evil person doesn't know anything else but one trick: stabbing villains.

Use paper, mixed with blood mud, the target's hair and other personal items, and combine it with the target's birth date to make a dummy, and worship it day and night, and the curse will be effective.

As long as the fake person is cursed, the other person will also be harmed. It is used by the rich to curse the rulers of the rival families.

He didn't know whether it would work in the end, but when Chen Ning'an was exchanging his experience in numerology with that evil Taoist, he learned that in order to break this thing, he had to go to the temple to pray for the protection of the gods and Buddhas.

Or you can ask a great practitioner to recite the "Heart Sutra" to break it.

Otherwise, use the dumbest method, find items with strong magnetic field to protect yourself. But there is no temple here. After reciting the Shurangama Mantra several times, Chen Ningan felt an unbearable burning sensation on his back. His evil talisman Vajra Talisman was counteracting the effect of the Shurangama Mantra.

If he continued reading, he would probably die first.

Generally speaking, there is no other way and you can only let them control you.

However, Chen Ning'an was no pushover. He sneered, wrote down his own date of birth, added his personal belongings and blood, and used the statue as his own figurine.

Isn't this extremely difficult?

Otherwise, he is actually fighting for power, trying to take the initiative over the statue into his own hands and turn the passive situation into the active one.

As soon as the blood and birth data were pasted on, the statue vibrated and actually exploded these things.

A smile appeared on Chen Ning'an's lips. It was just as expected. If the statue did not move, he would still be worried, but since it reacted, it meant that his method was correct.

This time, he collected blood from his body, dipped it with the remains of the wooden sword struck by lightning, and then directly engraved his birth date on the statue.

After the carving was completed, the statue trembled again, and most of the blood splattered, but it could not fill the eight-character marks on it.

"You really picked the wrong person and the wrong opponent."

He smiled, closed the doors, windows and curtains, and pulled a red line inside the house.

The red thread was also stained with his blood, but only a little. After the birth date was engraved, it was blood... no... it was mana! The mana was obviously not enough.

Red ropes can be used to bind spirits. Some evil Taoist methods use red ropes to bind evil spirits to prevent them from being reborn, and then bury them to harm people.

Chen Ning wrapped the statue with a red rope, placed it in the center of the room, lit three incense sticks and a pair of red candles, and chanted:

"The Sutra of Saving People", "The Sutra of Three Officials", "The Sutra of Big Dipper", "The Proclamation of the Three Pure Ones", "The Proclamation of the Four Emperors", "The Proclamation of the Salvation of Suffering", "The Proclamation of the Spiritual Officials", etc.

Read each book three times, from morning to night, with fruits, incense and candles as offerings.

He prayed for himself to get rid of disasters and mixed the stone statue in.

It was visible to the naked eye that the marks belonging to his birth date and time were deepening and turning blood red.

As Chen Ning'an recited, he felt much better, especially he had a better control over the statue.

Just keep going and eliminate the dissidents, then you will have a second self and an extra life.

He even has a statue of his own. If he dies one day, perhaps this statue will be his ray of hope.

From being the victim of a spell to becoming the caster of the spell, this method was called a battle of wits in the previous life.

The candlelight flickered, Chen Ning'an raised his head, and the statue of himself had a hint of compassion.

divinity.

He succeeded. Now the initiative of the statue was in his hands, avoiding the negative effect of his own death if the statue shattered.

He lightly scratched the statue, but it did not appear on his own body.

A flash of joy flashed across Chen Ning'an's eyes, it was a blessing in disguise.

But soon, he felt dizzy and hurried to the refrigerator to get something to replenish his body. It took him a while to recover.

"If there is a practice of refining essence into qi, does what I am doing count as refining blood into essence before refining essence into qi?"

Chen Ning'an muttered to himself as his cell phone beeped. He opened it and saw the four big words "Official Mission" standing out.

This time it's not one, it's two.

One of them was actually the lantern from Pishan Peach Forest, and the situation there had not been resolved yet.

The second one was just as he guessed.

【Lantern Task at South Cinema】.

(End of this chapter)