Gu Han screamed in her heart, so she took out the remaining 107 incense sticks in the Qiankun bag and quickly lit them with Yin and Yang fire.
Then he sang an exorcism spell and stopped everyone.
"Everyone, please stop what you are doing.
Let each of you take a piece of incense from my hand, follow me, and walk around the house a few times to drive away evil spirits."
The villagers were very concerned about this kind of thing.
They clapped their hands directly on their bodies, and then looked at Gu Han expectantly.
So Gu Han raised the tune again and sang the Fudo Ming King Mantra leisurely.
When people walked in front of her, they had to put their hands together, and respectfully took a stick of incense and stood behind Gu Han.
When Wang Shugui's daughter also held a stick of incense in her hand, Gu Han nodded, bowed to the coffin, pulled a long dragon, and walked into the inner room holding the incense.
After circling the house seven times in this way, Gu Han led everyone to stop.
The sound of Sanskrit in the house was ethereal, and wisps of green smoke lingered around the beams for a long time.
This was a bitter experience for the corpse bugs.
It didn't matter to mortals, but the bugs were the most sensitive to the smoke.
When all the 107 incense sticks were burned out, the corpse bugs in the house had also dispersed.
"Uncle Wang, prepare some more incense tonight, worship the door god more, and then light a few in the corner of the door where the paper money is burned."
In order to put everyone on guard, Gu Han took out the Yin Yang Demon Mirror, turned it on with the blood of his middle finger, invited the spirit, and then placed it on the desk, facing the door.
The yin-yang demon mirror can reveal the afterimage of wild ghosts.
Although it cannot be seen clearly, it can still be seen by ordinary people.
However, at this time, on the east mountain, Zhou Po was standing with a hunched back and leaning on a dragon's head.
She was still vaguely covered with green hair, but her skin was covered with corpse spots, shaped like withered bones, especially her empty eyes, which stood out against the background.
The gloomy face made the sky even darker.
But what’s interesting is that Granny Zhou was wearing a bright red phoenix crown and harem, and her clothes were blown by the wind, causing a series of howls of ghosts, foxes and wolves.
There was a rustle in the grass, and a hollow sound came out, "Grandma Zhou, help me."
Before he finished speaking, a bloody head rolled out, which was clearly the old ghost head that Gu Han had seen before.
"Come here, I'll help you scratch it."
So the old ghost rolled over happily, scratching the old ghost's scalp with his long black nails and making his scalp cracked and bloody, but the old ghost shouted happily, "It's not enough, try harder, ah, it feels so comfortable, it's better."
Mother Zhou, you are good to me.”
When the old ghost's head felt comfortable after being scratched, he rolled down the mountain.
After a long time, Mrs.
Zhou sneered and turned to look at the red birch coffin behind her that originally belonged to her.
She slowly approached it, then climbed in with difficulty and lay down.
"Brother Wang, wait for me."
The coffin boards closed with a creak.
Throughout the afternoon, condolences came and went, all of them grieving.
In addition, Wang Shugui, the youngest son whom the elders loved most, had passed out from crying twice.
Taking advantage of the free time, Gu Han set up a very formal dojo.
In the dojo, green bamboos, long banners, gods and kings of the gods and statues of the underworld were all present.
All kinds of fragrant fruits, gold and vegetables were placed on the sacrificial table.
Gu Han first chanted the flame mouth of the jar to give away three people.
He placed some paper carriages and horses on the desk, and then burned them all.
Then a blessing ceremony was held for the whole family, men, women and children.
The old man will be buried tomorrow.
After the dojo, Gu Han went down to the tomb house alone.
He placed three rectangular bamboo weavings next to the tomb house to form a cuboid shape.
He then placed an iron pot in the open space of the bamboo weavings and lit three incense sticks in front of the pot. .
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This is used to invite ghost messengers and thank ghost messengers at night.
But here's the problem, the old man's soul is gone, is it still necessary to invite ghosts?
Gu Han shook his head, just to give the family peace of mind.
At this time, the mourning hall was in chaos.
It turned out that Chen Tiehua woke up, and later heard some rumors from the old man's eldest daughter-in-law, and actually wanted to commit suicide in front of the old man's coffin.
"Ah, dad, I can't help you."
Gu Han stood aside after coming up from the Yin Mansion, and he didn't know what Chen Tiehua was playing now.
As a result, at this time, the old woman in the side room was helped out again.
The room was full of men, women, and children crying, and the water vapor in the air became thicker.
Before the heavy rain, the old man's youngest surviving brother was helped over by his wife.
He silently burned the paper money.
About ten minutes later, he sat silently in front of the coffin and died like this.
He stared at the remains of his third brother until nightfall.
Gu Han invited eighteen talismans from the Taoist shop.
Among them was a ghost-killing talisman, which was covered with Longhushan's orthodox Yangping Zhidu Gong seal, cinnabar edict and Bagua seal.
It was one of the few in the Taoist shop.
Top notch talisman.
There is also a dispelling talisman.
Gu Han added two drops of blood from his middle finger in the ink, added the talisman gall under the Taoist talisman, and posted it at the front door.
Wang Fugui caught a rooster from a neighboring village and came back.
Everything was ready.
If Zhou Po dared to come, she would never come back.
After the lesson last night, as soon as it got dark, the whole family crowded into the mourning hall.
In other words, wherever Gu Han went, they followed him.
The mourning hall was originally quiet, with a dozen or so people not daring to breathe.
Wang Shugui's daughter had already fallen asleep in her mother's arms.
I don’t know who started the song, but the whole family sang Amitabha together.
The Sanskrit sounds filled the air, making Gu Han feel relaxed and confident.
She directly moved a chair, holding a mahogany sword in her hand, and sat at the front door, but she waited for half an hour.
Not to mention Granny Zhou, not even the kid was seen tonight.
Could it be that cooking a pot next to the ghost house in the afternoon to thank the ghosts played a role?
About half an hour later, Wang Fugui and others, who had not slept for two days, were already a little tired, and the singing was no longer as magnificent and expressive as before.
What's wrong?
At this moment, a loud booming sound suddenly came from the roof.
Everyone was startled.
The singing was louder, even with a hint of trembling.
"Not good."
Gu Han immediately turned over, walked into the back room, and jumped onto the cabinet.
The rain was lingering and had begun to fall.
The yin and yang eyes are not night vision.
Gu Han's whole body was pitch black, and the tinkling of rain hitting tiles above his head could be heard clearly.
She held up the mahogany sword and looked around cautiously.
The Buddha's name downstairs could not be covered up at all, and the sound of her feet on the wooden boards creaked.
"Ah ah" the screams of the mourning hall suddenly broke through the roof, and Gu Han felt suddenly.
Unexpectedly, this was to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so she immediately ran down the mourning hall.
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No one cared about the howling of the little daughter when she was woken up.
Everyone stared at the door in horror.
Because of the effect of the Yin-Yang Demon Mirror, everyone could only vaguely see a head, appearing and disappearing in mid-air, as if his open-mouthed cries could reach their ears.
Gu Han recognized it at a glance.
The old ghost who swallowed the expelling talisman in one gulp was the one he met during the day.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－ In the first volume of Happy Lantern Festival, there will be a cute baby coming
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