Chapter 52: Famine Mountain Village (2/2)
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Time goes very slowly in the anxiety.
But no matter how slow it goes, the night is still coming.
When the sky was going dark outside, Yin Po finally got up from the mud bodhisattva.
She sat in front of the Bodhisattva for a whole day.
Whether it was the noise of the villagers outside knocking on the door with agricultural tools, the old people staggering back, or the noise and noise of other people in the temple, none of them could affect the old-fashioned and monotonous chanting of the Yin Po's scriptures.
Zong Jiu thinks this era is amazing.
Obviously believe in the Bodhisattva and read the scriptures, but go to the Taoist traditional Yincao dungeon instead of the eighteenth hell.
But also, in the eyes of the people in the famine years, faith is the only hope. As long as it is useful to believe in gods, regardless of Taoism, Buddhism and Christianity, the people are willing to believe.
It is said that during Ding Wuqihuang, a Christian from the West visited various disasters. He suddenly realized that the people were not living and life was overwhelmed. He felt that it was a good time for God to send him to save the common people. He posted a portrait of **** Christ at the door of his house, and preached a lot, attracting women with dozens of feet in his surroundings to come and beg for rain step by step.
But in the end, they frayed their feet and couldn't get a life-saving rain.
The time and the place are in harmony with others. Even if the heavens do not allow people to live, suffering is also the suffering of the people.
After Yin Po got up, the voice in the hall suddenly pressed the rest.
The child who had been playing in the temple for almost a day was also tired, and found a corner everywhere, sleeping soundly. The trainee posted a closed voice decision to him in the past, and it is estimated that he can sleep until dawn.
Strangely speaking, the villagers outside had been arguing for a day, but when it was about night they fell silent.
The whole temple is quiet, with the hanging veil and white candles lit for a week. The huge shadow cast by the tall coffin in the center can not help but make people feel chilly and extremely secluded.
The sharp voice trapped under the black robe sounded at the right time.
”There are three steps to walking the yin. Since you are looking for the person in the spiritual position, the old man will light a kerosene lamp and place it on the coffin later, and you must not take the initiative to destroy it.”
Only when the Yin Qi is heavy, the success rate of Yin Qi is high. If you can't wait for the night of the full moon, you have to use foreign objects to increase Yin Qi, such as the deep coffin placed in the center of the hall.
”No one can stand in the entire temple. Everyone must sit down. You can't say anything except chanting the mantra. When the oil lamp goes out before the end of the day, it means the old man is coming.”
After hearing the words, everyone sat on the ground one by one, and sat around the coffin in the center according to what Yin Po said.
”The old man began to recite the curse when he was in defense. You have to listen every word. Everyone closes their eyes and recites it ten times. If you make a mistake, you will be dizzy and dizzy. If you do, you will lose your soul and cause harm to your body.”
Everyone becomes energetic when they hear of harm to themselves, and even Lian Dao will read and recite well.
The Yin Po saw that their children could be taught, nodded with satisfaction, and read the spell to them three times.
The trainees silently turned on the main system to record, extract them into words, and then just read them into their minds.
”If you are predestined, you may experience the phenomenon of your soul leaving your body after you finish chanting the mantra. If this happens, don't worry, don't leave the hall. When the lantern goes out, you will naturally return to your body. .”
Everyone nodded like garlic, showing that they understood.
”In that case, let's start.”
While the Yin Po was sitting on the ground, Zong Jiu also received a prompt from the main system that the time for the next tarot card calculation was ready.
Happily at this time.
Zong Jiuno was happy, and chanted the spell with everyone.
The singing voices of more than 30 people gathered in this small temple, bypassing the sorghum, and spreading outside.
[To be reasonable, I think this scene is a bit scary]
[It's a bit scary +1, like some evil/religious crowd is casting spells, coupled with this gray temple background, everyone is wearing broken clothes...]
[Stop, stop. It’s rare that you don’t have to enter the dungeon to do missions, so don’t be so horrible.
While chatting, the barrage suddenly found something wrong.
[Foggrass, have you seen how the veils hanging around suddenly moved]
In fact, when the first time was read, the trainees in the temple felt a cool breeze on the ground gradually.
Since the wind is blowing, the veils hanging in the air are naturally the first among them, undulating like rootless duckweed, swinging with the wind, which looks very visually impactful.
It's a pity that the trainees listened very much to Yin Po's words, and the other party told them not to open their eyes. No one wants to experience the feeling of being out of their body, all eyes are closed tightly, and they can't see this scene at all.
[Not only the veil, but those candles are also going out! Hey! 】
[The candle is out, the night broadcast mode must be turned on in the live broadcast room, dazed. jpg]
[Where did it go out? Isn't the kerosene lamp on the coffin all right? Just a little light, don’t ask too much]
Just as the barrage was talking about it, a violent yin wind was generated, and it happened to move counterclockwise along the entire hall. Wherever he went, all the lit candles extinguished one after another, turning into a plume of white smoke floating in the air.
After ten rounds of chanting, the sharp voice stopped abruptly in the air.
After the other trainees finished reading, they opened their eyes tremblingly.
The whole hall was gloomy, except for the spiritual cards and kerosene lamps on the lid of the coffin that exuded a faint light, and everything was quiet and strange. On the first seat, the figure wearing a black hood sat upright, and no one could see her face hidden in the dark.
In addition to the sudden gloomy light, the air dropped several degrees, making them tremble.
‘Is anyone out of the body yet? ’
‘Did the old lady go to the yin? ’
‘I don’t know, why can’t I see anything, help! ’
Everyone dared not speak, so they had to exchange their eyes one by one.
Soon, their gaze shot down round and round, and they found that one of the group of people really didn't open his eyes.
The white-haired young man sitting cross-legged, his brows tightened, his eyes closed, and his look was very bad.