the last priest

The five-element flag is a symbol of the power of the five elements. Cha Wenbin used the five-element yellow flag to fix the piece of soil for him to hide in. The soil produced gold, and the things in the soil were drawn to the two copper coins. The wood restrained the soil. This is what the cyan flag plays.

The mystery of the power of the five elements lies in mutual generation and mutual restraint. This thing can escape from the earth, that is, it is born in the earth.Sure enough, when the small blue flag was inserted, the two copper coins trembled suddenly.Zha Wenbin has a handful of old incense ashes in his hand. These things are very old. They must be used in the bottom layer of the incense burner in Taoist temples or earth temples. The older they are, the more effective they are.

Yang threw the incense ash in his hand, and after a few meters away, it exploded and fell to the ground one after another.Zha Wenbin stepped forward, took out the two copper coins and pinched them in his hands, took out a brush, dipped it in cinnabar, took a deep breath and said: "Three feet across the ground, clay sculptures of flesh and blood, accompanying without a shadow, the brush is an adult ! Taishang Laojun is in a hurry like a law!"

After cursing, close your eyes, hold a copper coin in the palm of each hand, clasp your fingers together like a clasped fist, with the writing brush in the middle.People who don't know are watching from the side, thinking that he himself is holding a brush to draw something, but in fact, his hand is only used as a support, and the brush is driving his palm to move.The direction of the strokes was not controlled by him at all, and soon a red humanoid pattern appeared on the ground.

The dwarf found it fresh, and asked Xuandao softly: "What is he doing? Dance to the gods?"

Yuan Min glared at him fiercely, while Xuan stared at Cha Wenbin intently, but the uneasiness in his eyes had gradually calmed down.

When he felt that the pen in his hand was no longer moving, Zha Wenbin opened his eyes. He said that the two copper coins in the palm of his hand were placed towards the face of the humanoid pattern, as if they were a pair of eyes.

He found that it was just a pattern about the size of a six or seven-year-old child, took out another long stick of incense, lit it and stuck it aside, then meditated on the spot and said: "You all don't talk, and call me after this stick of incense is gone."

Zhuo Xiong knew that he was in samadhi, and immediately stepped back a few steps, keeping away from Cha Wenbin.

Opening his eyes again, Cha Wenbin saw a little boy sitting on the ground in front of him, his face full of grievances, his hands were already tied together by a circle of red rope, and he tried hard to untie it but couldn't do it no matter what. not open.

The boy said he was a child, but he was not, because he had only a human form at all, but no human body.That delicate face is like a paper-cut piece, very thin.Seeing that the child was like this, the murderous look in his heart immediately disappeared a lot, and he thought to himself, this is also a poor child, no wonder he is.

This kind of thing has a name called "Hunting Soul", and he has been cursed viciously.

In the ancient times when witchcraft was prevalent, for some priestly activities, people would come up with a very vicious method: skinning people alive.A complete piece of human skin was completely peeled off from head to toe, and then the soul was sealed inside it.He was still alive when his body was stripped off, so he was bloodied as a sacrifice.The remaining human skin will be taken for burial, but because the soul needs a physical body to exist, the soul will be scattered, and the soul will continue to be sealed. soul".

Because they have no body, the "souls of embarrassment" look as thin as a piece of paper. They will stick on people's backs, waiting for an opportunity to murder their lives, so that people want to occupy other people's bodies to reincarnate.This kind of resentment to harm others is just his instinct, and it is the living who disrespected him first that caused the current tragedy.

Cha Wenbin tried to communicate with him with ghost language, but he couldn't understand what the child said at all, but the teary face was eager to get rid of this restraint.Cha Wenbin closed his eyes and sighed: "Forget it, I'll give you a ride. If you can understand what I'm saying, take me to find your burial place."

By the time the incense burned out, he had already woken up.Put away the small flag on the ground and pick up the two copper coins again.

The two copper coins were connected by a thread, and Cha Wenbin hung on one of the copper coins with his thin hair, and handed it to Chao Zi, "Just turn it around in your hand, and turn it around as you go." While walking behind me, whenever this strand of hair breaks, you stop."

With a "ding", Zha Wenbin took out the evil spirit bell and shook it, "Get up!"

This scene was a bit funny, and the few people in front had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk. According to Zha Wenbin's wishes, that pair of skins would appear at their feet anytime, anywhere, and no one wanted to step on it.

After walking for about 50 meters, the copper coin in Zhuo Xiong's hand broke, and Cha Wenbin shouted decisively, "Stop!"

"Where is the copper coin?" Cha Wenbin asked.

Zhuo Xiong lowered his head to look for it, only to hear the dwarf say with a mournful face: "It hit my heel..."

The copper coin was lying between his legs impartially, and Cha Wenbin also wanted to fix this guy, so he said: "This is the fate between him and you, give him the shovel."

Zhuo Xiong suppressed a smile and stuffed the folding military shovel into the dwarf's hand, saying: "Work harder, but don't dig up people's things, that's disrespectful."

The dwarf looked at Cha Wenbin pitifully and said, "Can you change someone?"

Cha Wenbin shook his head and said, "No, it's whoever he chooses, which means he likes you. If you want him to follow you all his life, then let someone else dig it."

"Dig! I'll dig! Don't ask him to follow me, why don't I dig?" Looking at the dwarf's appearance, Yuan Min, who was always serious, almost burst out laughing.

He worked neatly, and dug down to a depth of less than half a meter before he found a wooden box.

"Bring things up."

The dwarf wanted to ask if he could not move, but in a blink of an eye, what would he do if he really got on top of him? I'm not Xuan, I don't know those nagging things, so I can't get rid of them with confidence.

This is a small box, and the surface of the box is wrapped with a layer of raw cowhide, which has excellent toughness.In the ice and snow, put the hot cowhide that has just been peeled off from the cow on the box, and the blood will coagulate in an instant, sticking the leather and the box firmly together.The box made in this way can absolutely guarantee that there will be no air in it, and the effect of isolation is much better than that sealed with turpentine.

Rawhide gets stronger with age and can only be cut with a dagger.When the thick layer of cowhide was cut open, the exposed box was still the original color of the log, and the blood stains left on it were still bright red, as if it had just been pasted.

The dwarf frowned and said, "Do you want to open it?" He could imagine that if he really opened it, the smell of human skin inside would definitely be unpleasant.

Cha Wenbin saw that it was almost done, and it was enough to give him a verbal lesson, so he said, "No need, just put the box here and burn it later."

He put the two copper coins on the box, and cut out a little figure out of paper to put it on the box. He said to the little man: "Now I return all the bones to you, you can go. It can no longer be left to harm people."

They all carried compressed fuel with them, and after pouring a little on it, Cha Wenbin lit three more incense sticks, lit the box with a torch, and at the same time recited the mantra of the past life: "Eliminate the dust and filth, and the nine holes receive spirits; let me To change, to return to the childish form of the soul; to save the ghost, to become a flying fairy..."

Zha Wenbin was chanting a mantra, and at the same time, there was another person whose upper and lower lips were moving, but his voice was not as loud as that of a burning fire, but all this made Zha Wenbin see it clearly.

The smell of the burning box is not only the stench that the dwarf imagined, but a faint sandalwood fragrance. The space here is very small, and the smoke will not disperse for a while, and this fragrance is everywhere.This is because the human skin in the wooden box has been stuffed with spices, which is used for embalming.Spices were very precious in ancient times, which also shows that there must have been a very glorious history here, and even the children who were sacrificed were buried in such a rich manner.

After everything was over, Cha Wenbin found a black lump in addition to the two burnt red copper coins in the ashes.Cha Wenbin handed the copper wallet to the dwarf with a red cloth and said, "Put it in your pocket. When we go out, you can find a place to bury it, and this child will stay with you for a while."

This time the dwarf refused to pick it up, but Xuan said, "Give it to me."

Cha Wenbin glanced at him, Xuan's face was expressionless, but there was an indescribable expectation in his eyes, he seemed to want to do this for the dwarf.

Handing the red cloth to Xuan, Zha Wenbin wiped the black lump with it, and soon its original color was revealed. It was a cyan jade tablet the size of an egg, and it was engraved with a word that surprised him. The symbol, it was a Chongniao glyph belonging to the ancient Qiang people, he recognized this Chongniao glyph, and Priest Yun specially told him that this character represented the supreme power in the clan: Huang!