The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 554

Little Fly and Pang Dahai went to see the old stall, while I went to the front of the picture of Daoist Lord's Night Banquet.I found that the surface of the painting seemed to be covered with a layer of water vapor.

I reached out to touch it, and just as my hand was about to touch the layer of water vapor, the water vapor dissipated with a swipe.

I was very surprised, and then observed that painting.

The painting is still the scene of the Emperor Daojun's night banquet. The guests present raised their glasses, singing and dancing, creating a peaceful scene.

At that time, the Taoist emperor Zhao Ji used this painting to invite immortals to come down to earth, and the Taoist priest used this painting to invite ghosts to pretend to be immortals.The third uncle said that this painting can hide the soul, and it is also the first time I have used it to do this. I don’t know if the old stall has succeeded?

Judging from that screen, there is nothing unusual.When I touched the painting, I felt that the painting was covered with a layer of ice. Not only was my hand cold, but it was still wet.

"Master...Master..."

At this time, the anxious cry of the little fly came.I hurriedly turned around to look at the old stall.

The old stall was lying on the horizontal bed like a dead man, his chest didn't heave at all, and his face was pale and miserable.

The little fly turned around and asked me: "My master is in this state, has he failed?"

I went over to check the old stall's breath, but there was not a trace of breath in it.

I shook my head, feeling a bad premonition in my heart.I felt the pulse on the old Tantou's wrist again. Actually, I don't know anything about pulse, I just want to see if the old Tantou still has a pulse.

However, my two gestures seemed inscrutable, and the little fly completely pinned its hopes on me. He looked at me eagerly, hoping to get a definite answer from me.

Unfortunately, the pulse of the old stall is completely lost.

And I feel the temperature of his skin is also cold.This is definitely not the body temperature of a living person.

My face was gloomy, and the little fly saw that my complexion was not good, and with a sore nose, he plopped and knelt down in front of the old stall's bed.

I sighed softly, pulled off the clothes on the old Tantou's chest, and tried his heart again.

There was no heartbeat in my heart, but I felt a little warmth.

In other words, his heart is still hot.

I am overjoyed, if there is still warmth in my heart, it means that the old stall has not completely died, and it is still too early to draw conclusions.

I was afraid that my feeling was wrong, so I hurriedly asked Pang Dahai to try it too.

The fat man touched the old stall's chest and nodded affirmatively: "The old man's heart is still hot."

I picked up the little fly and said, "Don't cry yet. Let's make the last effort. Hurry up and light some incense sticks in this empty mourning ground. In addition, I will draw some soul-relieving talismans and burn them in the brazier. "

In the current situation, I suspect that the soul of the old stall has entered the painting, but now he has no ability to come out of the painting.When I came here, my third uncle once let me practice the technique of inviting souls and releasing souls. With the combination of inviting souls and releasing souls, I can invite the souls into the painting and release the souls from the paintings.

The old stall is the picture of the night banquet that he entered. If it is really because he can't get out, I can help him with this, and help him get out of the picture with a soul-relieving talisman.

Now we have no other way but to treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Little Fly heard that Master was still alive, so he hurriedly followed what I said, and first lit three incense sticks in the empty mourning hall.

I drew a few soul release talismans, read a few soul release spells, and burned the talisman papers in the brazier.

That's all that can be done for now.I can't control whether the old stall can survive this disaster.

The three of us simply sat on the ground, guarding the old stall.

I was very afraid that the temperature in the old man's heart would disappear, and that would really be hopeless.Fortunately, the old stall's heart has always maintained that kind of temperature.It's just that the heartbeat has not recovered.

About an hour later, the little fly reminded me: "It's past midnight."

I nodded.

"Boss, look at that incense..."

Suddenly, Pang Dahai also reminded me and called out.

I noticed that the smoke rising from the three burning incense sticks originally rose vertically.Now it actually drilled towards the old stall's nostrils.

Watching the smoke make a sharp turn halfway and get into the old stall's nose.The little fly was overjoyed, stood up and went to look, and asked, "Is my master saved?"

I hastily grabbed him and said in a low voice: "Now is a good sign, the soul is re-entering the body, let's not go there."

I motioned to the two of them, and gently withdrew from the empty mourning hall.

It should be my method that really saved Lao Tantou. Not long after we came out, suddenly Lao Tantou let out a very slight cough from inside.

Although the sound is very soft, it is enough to make us excited.

Immediately afterwards, the old man breathed out from his throat.However, it seemed as if something was blocking his throat, and his breathing was not very smooth, and he was snoring.

We hastened to enter the empty mourning field again.

First of all, I saw the old stall's chest rise and fall, and the stone hanging in my heart fell to the ground.

It seems that my rote practice of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor has succeeded.

When we came in, the old stall was breathing hard.The throat seems to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, like a broken bellows, and breathing is not very smooth.

And I noticed that the breath exhaled by the old stall is not very pure, a little black.

At the same time, most of the lit Buddha incense had been burned.When the old stall was inhaling, he inhaled all the three aromas.And when it was exhaled, it was that kind of faint black air.

Seeing this, I'm basically sure that the old stall is all right.

This should be a natural instinct of the human body to let go of the old and take in the new.I use Buddha incense to speed up the renewal of the stale qi in the old Tantou's body.

I told Little Fly that if nothing else happened, the old stall should wake up before dawn.Let him prepare to make some grain porridge first.At that time, feed it to the old stall.

This is what I learned from my third uncle, and it has been tried and tested.

Although the little fly has not been with the old stall for a long time, but he followed the old Taoist priest before, so he should know this.After listening to me, I will go to prepare immediately.

We guarded the old stall and found that the breath he exhaled became more and more pure.

Finally, after a rooster crow was heard in the village, the old stall let out a long breath.His eyelids twitched and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Mr. Tan, you slept well this time, but you've made us all tormented..."

I smiled and said to the old stall.

The old stall turned his head to look at us, with a wry smile on his face: "You have bothered, and you have finally recovered your old life."

(End of this chapter)