I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 107 Sky Thunder
The engineer shoveled the grass and with the joint efforts of two people, they slowly dug out a mud pit that was half a meter deep and two meters long.

Adong's physical strength was not good enough, so it was basically Chen Qingyuan who was doing the hard work in the mud pit.

As the mud pit grew bigger, Dong wiped the sweat off his head and said, "I really can't do it anymore. I didn't expect the mud to be so hard. Fortunately, you are here..."

Chen Qingyuan didn't say anything. After vomiting all over the floor in the attic, he also found that there were obvious changes in his body. He walked more briskly, had much more strength, and even his mind became clearer.

When wielding an engineer shovel.

The body operates according to the formula of "Lüshan Zhengong Jing", as if countless tiny ants are holding small brushes and constantly brushing the internal organs, meridians and eight vessels, then flushing out the "filth" in one breath and spitting it out from the mouth.

It takes a lot of effort to dig a hole.

A Dong watched Chen Qingyuan spit out at least five or six mouthfuls of blood. Although he couldn't see the fate of this noble man, he believed in him from the bottom of his heart. However, he vomited blood too frequently. How much blood is there in the human body?
The pit has been dug.

He immediately forgot about Chen Qingyuan vomiting blood, took the clothes bag out of the plastic bag, put it in the iron basin, and stuffed another plastic bag into Chen Qingyuan's hand, saying, "There are bells, cymbals, and windproof flamethrowers in it. After I'm buried in there, you must immediately start the ritual and burn the gold ingots and the clothes bag. You can wake me up only after they are burned thoroughly!"

Chen Qingyuan hummed.

Ah Dong was lying in the pit holding an oxygen cylinder, his body and head covered with a thin plastic bag. He said worriedly, "Don't wake me up in advance. Even if it rains or an atomic bomb drops, don't wake me up..."

Chen Qingyuan picked up the engineer shovel and shoveled dirt on him: "Don't worry, I know my limits."

A Dong lay down and turned the valve of the oxygen tube slightly to release a small amount of oxygen.

Cover all the soil.

In the shadows, if you don’t look carefully, you can’t tell that Adong is buried here.

Chen Qingyuan picked up the bell, shook it three times, and began to half-speak and half-sing funeral words according to the contents of the book, his tone trembling. He then picked up the small cymbals inside the plastic bag and struck them against each other vigorously. The metallic sound rippled, and he sang faintly: "The five spiritual children come to protect~~~The Savior of Suffering saves the world~~~Ah~~~The land god and the city god are approaching~~"

The small cymbals are a pair of round metals, usually brass in color, also known as cymbals. Depending on their size, they are divided into large and small cymbals. In Journey to the West, Sun Wukong was once trapped by a pair of cymbals.

Chen Qingyuan found it quite interesting.

He was probably the first time traveler to personally bury someone in the world.

wind……

Woke up.

Place the basin in a sheltered place, take out the flamethrower and burn the clothes bags!

Chen Qingyuan was still muttering in the air, trying his best to cover every position with the flame from the flamethrower. Suddenly, something fell from the top of his head, and he quickly took the brazier away!

It's a dry branch. If it hits, the brazier will overturn and it will be difficult to deal with.

hiss……

The brazier was very hot, so he quickly put it down and continued to burn it.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, making a whistling sound.

Chen Qingyuan used his back to block the wind as much as possible, but the wind still came in from his armpits and around him, and the half-burned things were about to be blown up...

He pulled out the Evil-Breaking Sword from the Teardrop Mole with his backhand, inserted it next to the brazier, cut the blade with his index finger, and wrote a rune on the sword spine.

The rune is a symbol of good weather and good harvest.

It was originally used on crops, praying for a gentle wind so as not to harm the crops, and for gentle rain so as to moisten the crops.

Chen Qingyuan pulled out a bunch of incense from a plastic bag beside him and lit it with a flamethrower. Smoke billowed, and he held the incense in his hands and stepped on the Big Dipper steps. With each step, he would bend down and insert the incense into the place he stepped on. When he finished, the seven incense sticks were arranged in the order of the Big Dipper...

The strong wind just now has really subsided.

But the sky began to be quickly covered with dark clouds, and there was faint flash of lightning.

hiss……

Chen Qingyuan took a deep breath. Although there were many talismans in "Lüshan's Evil Spell", it did not say how to fight against lightning from the sky.

He simply dug two lumps of dirt into the ground with his hands, picked up the brazier, and began to drill into the low-lying forest... rumble.

A dull thunder rumbled...

Wow!

Lightning struck from the sky, aiming at the brazier!
But Chen Qingyuan was running wildly in the forest, the fire was flickering, and there were a lot of branches blocking the view. When the lightning entered the forest, it would always strike somewhere else...

The fire flickered.

There was less and less stuff inside.

The lightning that was falling behind him suddenly disappeared and stopped falling.

Chen Qingyuan: “?”

give up?
At this moment, there was a loud bang nearby and the ground shook.

He secretly said something bad.

He hurried back.

Near the land where Adong was buried, lightning seemed to be searching for something. It struck one after another, creating small holes in the soil.

Chen Qingyuan saw it clearly and quickly raised the brazier above his head: "Here!"

The lightning did not come this way, but just turned the soil on its own. The frequency of the bombing became higher and higher. One of the lightning bolts hit the place where Adong was buried!

Boom!

The mud pit was blown up, and Adong rolled out holding an oxygen tube. His body was completely black, his hair was smoking, and his skin was severely burned.

The gold ingots in the brazier have been completely burned out.

Ah Dong was shaking all over: "Oh, it hurts so much..."

After Lightning escaped from Ah Dong, he stopped chasing him and the black cloud dissipated, as if nothing had ever happened...

Chen Qingyuan carried A Dong on his back to the parking lot, then took a taxi to the nearest hospital. The doctors came up and gave him emergency treatment, finally bringing the dying A Dong back from the brink of death.

In the ward.

Adong's clothes had been cut open, and he had been cleaned, given medicine, wrapped in gauze for protection, and had an IV drip hung on him.

When the doctor was about to take off the talisman hanging around his neck, Ah Dong reached out and grabbed the doctor's wrist: "Don't take it away, I can feel that my fate has not been successfully changed... Just hold it down for now, hold it down for now... It won't be a problem..."

The doctor listened to the heartbeat with a stethoscope, then checked his condition, and said to Chen Qingyuan: "You said the patient was struck by lightning, right? I have to say that he is really lucky. He was struck by lightning in a very short time, causing burns to his skin and varying degrees of damage to his internal organs. Logically, he should not have made it to the hospital, but he made it. It's really a miracle..."

After the doctor left.

Ah Dong said weakly while lying on the bed: "Have those things been burned?"

Chen Qingyuan nodded: "It's finished."

Ah Dong moved his arms with great effort and said, "I can feel that I am very different now..."

Chen Qingyuan said: "It's almost burnt, of course it's different."

Ah Dong coughed a few times. "No, no, I mean the fate is different. Death has changed. Now I am equivalent to being dead in the eyes of God. The heavy feeling that usually presses on my heart has become much lighter, but it is still there. I suspect this fate and this mental illness... Maybe even if I die, my ghost will continue..."

Chen Qingyuan asked, "Does your house have any feng shui problems?"

A Dong shook his head and said, "No, I checked it many times, and the formation in the house is the result of countless optimizations."

Chen Qingyuan asked again: "What about the ancestral tomb?"

Ah Dong's eyes lit up for a moment and then dimmed. He said, "Both my parents are mentally ill. They are abandoned orphans. The places where they have lived the longest in their lives are orphanages and mental hospitals. They don't even know where the mentally ill are, let alone their ancestral graves..."

(End of this chapter)