Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Modern life brings earth-shaking changes to people, but every progress in the modernization process is not obtained out of thin air.

Every convenience we are used to is inseparable from the hard work of countless people.

The city has been shut down for three days, and all modern resources such as water, electricity, fire, food, and medical care have been gone.

Even simple garbage has become a very headache-inducing problem.

The tall buildings are like coffins. Even if they escape the harassment of evil spirits by chance, they still cannot see any light and hope. They can only wait silently for death or settle themselves in advance.

In the underground garage of an apartment, there is no electricity, and it can only be illuminated by a candle.

I don’t know what the raw materials for making candles are. The light it emits is green and looks very cunning.

At the elevator door that had been deactivated in the underground garage, Wang Xuebin sat cross-legged with a slender black hair in his hand, evenly wrapped around the Faxiang.

Then, he lit the incense of Dharma with the faint green fireworks, scribbling the incense with one hand, and holding a small inkstone in the other hand to carry the incense ash. He continued to chant the words in his mouth.

"Cigarette gathers ghosts, talismans open the earth gate, Yin soldiers lead the yang road, and the ghosts show their bodies!"

As Wang Xuebin recited faster and faster, the incense in his hand also burned rapidly like a fuse.

Wang Xuebin frowned slightly, and carefully continued the incense ash. He did not breathe a sigh of relief until the incense burned out. He picked up the pine smoke ink that had been ground long ago, mixed it with the black cat blood, and mixed it with the incense ash.

I picked up the talisman pen, took a stack of talisman money, licked the ink, and wrote down the name of Miko Xihui in Japanese on each talisman money.

These talismans are not burned for Miko in the Western Association, but for the Yin-Cai who led Miko in the Western Association. According to Uncle Jiu, the name of this altar is called Passing the Level, which is a common method used by some five types of immortals.

The so-called "passing through the level," the saying at the table is actually bribery from level to level, because there is no backer of the sect behind it, so you can only use this cumbersome method to summon souls.

If you are a disciple of the Taoist sect, you will never have to worry about it. You only need a yellow table with the birth date and home address written by the deceased, just click on the ancestors of all dynasties. The rest of the matter will naturally be solved by the ancestors of all dynasties!

Unfortunately, Wang Xuebin is not a Taoist family. Even if he writes a postscript, he doesn’t know who he should. He can only use these methods called heretics to achieve his own goals.

There was a small three-legged bronze tripod on the left hand of Wang Xuebin, a product of the Warring States Period. He didn't know what this bronze tripod was originally used for, anyway, he was used to burn talisman money.

The so-called metal and iron respect the heavens, and clay worship the earth. In theory, the magic tools that burn incense and practice for ghosts should be made with pottery furnaces, but because this time the audience of the ritual is mainly due to the disparity.

Although Yincha Diji is in the underworld, he is still under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court. Therefore, Wang Xuebin specially found this bronze tripod of the right size to be used to open the altar.

Because he didn't know the original purpose of this copper cauldron, Wang Xuebin even used dishwashing detergent and steel wool balls to make the surface shiny, and then he was satisfied.

Anyway, for him, it doesn’t make any antique or antique, and he doesn’t expect any patina and copper rust to increase value. Of course, it’s what you like when you use it at home.

Wang Xuebin roughly estimated the talisman money, and wrote a few more, and pressed them into the stalk.

As the saying goes, there are many etiquettes and people who are not surprised. If you pass the level, you would rather pay more than not be insufficient.

He picked up a bowl of high-purity alcohol, placed the faint green candle between the copper cauldron and himself, opened his mouth and took a sip of alcohol, aimed at the candlelight, and suddenly squirted it out.

A fire illuminated the dark underground garage, and the talisman money in the copper cauldron instantly ignited a raging fire. At this time, there was no water or electricity. Otherwise, the automatic spray fire extinguishing device would have been turned on long ago.

The flames in the copper tripod were so high that they blackened the roof of the underground garage in just a moment. With the burning of flames, the underground garage where the ventilation device had been deactivated began to blew up.

"Woo~Woo~"

The wind became stronger and stronger, blowing across his body, making people feel chill. Wang Xuebin tightened his coat, took two steps back, and avoided the flames that were swaying more and more in the cold wind.

In such a strong wind, not only did the talisman money not be blown away, but even the candle in Wang Xuebin's hand was not blown out. It was a personal possibility that the gust of wind was strange.

Strange! That's right, very strange!

For some reason, the apartment that had no electricity suddenly recovered its power, and there were lights in the dark underground garage. Although the lights were still very dim, they were definitely much stronger than the candle in Wang Xuebin's hand.

The wind was still blowing again, and suddenly a torrent flowed through, rolling the burning talisman money into the air. The burning talisman money rolled in the air and fell back into the copper cauldron. Wang Xuebin was shocked to see it.

What a guy! This also has an automatic stirring function! I am afraid that the talisman money will not be burned enough!

The talisman that is fully combined with oxygen burns even more vigorously. While burning, it also surging under the wind. Until all the talismans are burned to ashes, the cold wind gradually stops.

"Squeak~Squeak!"

Just as the flames stopped, a rust-stricken sound of rust rubbing came, creaking, as if someone was pulling the fiber.

"Buzz~"

Accompanied by the sound of rust, the sound of the elevator running, and an elevator slowly descended from the top floor of the apartment.

As the elevator descended, the already dim lights of the underground garage began to flash.

Light...Dark...Light...Dark...

As the lights flashed, Wang Xuebin felt that something was gradually becoming more common in the originally empty underground garage.

...Dark...Bright...

There was a transparent shadow behind Wang Xuebin, just like air of different density converged into a ball.

...Dark...Bright...

Another one...

...Dark...Light...Dark...Light...

A group more!

Wang Xuebin noticed that he was sure that his feelings were correct. He seemed to be able to hear the noisy communication sounds, pointing behind him, talking about his name.

He seemed to be in a downtown city, with a group of people surrounding him for comment. Although he had no malice, he still felt particularly uncomfortable.

"Yo...a big money..."

"How many have you divided..."

"Six thousand...what are you..."

"...ah...four thousand...are a lot... not many people can make a lot of money these days..."

"...has the person he wants to bring..."

"...This is not our responsibility... We are only responsible for protecting the meritorious masters... Recently, the Japanese country is quite evil... The evil ghosts one after another... The boss is almost crazy..."

"Hey... should I... who should I mess with you? I'll get revenge... Hey... Yimei's son is not a good person... I heard someone in Maoshan say a few days ago..."

"...What's the son of Yimei... Look at the person in front of him... is not in the five elements... is not in the three realms... is burdened with a huge amount of karma, but has no cause and effect... This is a cruel person..."

"...That's right... I heard Maoshan say... all things in Japan are ruthlessly plotting..."

......

The underground garage seemed to be bustling, very cold, but it didn't feel gloomy. Wang Xuebin knew that this was a ghost messenger!

He could feel it, but he couldn't see it and hear it. The reinforced five senses were not enough. They were always like a layer of airtight frosted glass, hazy!

"Ding Dong!"

When the elevator arrived, all the lights in the underground garage went out instantly, leaving only the candlelight held in Wang Xuebin's hand, which could still shine with a faint glow.

The elevator door slowly opened, and a woman in a black kimono with a familiar appearance walked out in a daze.

When Wang Xuebin saw this familiar face, he finally smiled.

"Miss Miko in the Western Conference...Long time no see!"