bookbashuk Chapter 742: The Yin Book of Ghost Control
Chapter 742: The Yin Book of Ghost Control
Chapter 742: The Yin Book of Ghost Control
Good night's sleep.
The three brothers of the Shenhan family came to the old scholar's house again to spy on him.
During the day, when there were too many people around, they dared not show up themselves, so they attached little ghosts to a few weak women and children to keep watch on their behalf. At night, they would go out in person, waiting for the fox demon to show up and kill it immediately.
The old scholar turned off his lamp late, and a little residual light shone through the crack in the door, which was barely visible.
The three brothers yawned constantly, had a reversed day and night cycle, and felt listless. They could not help cursing the old scholar and the fox demon.
Suddenly a cool breeze blew, and the cold air rushed up from the spine to the top of the head. They shivered in different positions at the same time.
At some point a nine-foot-tall ghost wearing green clothes and a green cap appeared in front of the old scholar's door. The ghost's face could not be seen clearly, but its eerie ghost aura pierced the heart and made people tremble all over.
The old scholar's fence could not stop the ghost. The ghost pushed open the fence and came to the door. Then he said to himself, "So you are a scholar with a literary spirit."
Then he knocked gently on the door and asked, "Where is Sun Wenyuan?"
The old scholar was still reading at night with a lamp. Sun Wenyuan transformed into a fox and snuggled beside the old scholar's desk. He was awakened by the call and looked outside.
The old scholar looked at the fox, and the fox said, "It seems to be Mr. Qing."
Sun Wenyuan transformed into a human form, with a happy look on his face. He straightened his clothes and said, "Sir, I'll go see him."
The old scholar stood up and said, "I'll go with you."
As he spoke, the old scholar stretched out his hand and asked Sun Wenyuan to support him, actually protecting Sun Wenyuan by his side.
When the old scholar opened the door, he was frightened by the tall ghost.
This ghost god is much taller than an ordinary person, with an air of wood from the deep mountains and old forests. His face has both the ferocity of a ghost and the majesty of a god. He is unshakable and can make people's hearts and minds waver.
Mr. Qing did not move, allowing the old man to catch his breath.
Sun Wenyuan had already seen Mr. Qing's true appearance, and bowed and said, "Hello, Mr. Qing."
Mr. Qing's eyes fell on the wound on his chest and said, "Your letter has been sent back to Fox Court. Dean Kang reported it to the master. The master wrote back to you and ordered me to deliver it to you."
Sun Wenyuan excitedly took the letter from Mr. Qing and said, "It turned out that the teacher personally wrote back to me."
Mr. Qing said, "My lord has instructed that you have good intentions, but you still need to be careful. If you can't protect yourself, how can you spread the Dharma and establish faith?"
Sun Wenyuan looked ashamed and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, Master."
Mr. Qing nodded and said, "I have delivered your message. I will not stay any longer."
Seeing that the old scholar had recovered, Mr. Qing nodded slightly to him and said, "You are a man of literature, and you have understood the true meaning of reading. This is really rare."
It was the first time that the old scholar was praised by ghosts and gods, and he felt extremely complicated emotions in his heart.
Without waiting for him to speak, Mr. Qing stepped back. His figure disappeared, but the voice remained.
"There are a few pairs of eyes hiding outside the house. I'll take care of them for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wenyuan's ears moved and he quickly climbed onto the roof. He heard three screams not far away. The gloomy wood energy dissipated in the wind and soon subsided.
The old scholar couldn't hear, so he waited for Sun Wenyuan to turn over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sun Wenyuan said: "They are the three sons of the magician. They must have been dealt with by Mr. Qing."
Sun Wenyuan helped the old scholar into the room and opened Gong Mengbi's reply letter. There were fox characters on the letter. The old scholar looked at it but couldn't understand it.
"What text is this?"
"This is fox writing. The law cannot be passed on indiscriminately. What the master taught is all fox writing. Even if someone gets it, it won't cause any trouble."
"What are you talking about?"
"It is the method of controlling ghosts in the Yin Book."
Sun Wenyuan looked at the sky and said, "Sir, can you lend me the bronze mirror?"
The old scholar had a bronze mirror. He pointed at it and said, "You can use it."
Sun Wenyuan dug the soil in front of the door, silently chanted a magic spell, and drew the moonlight outside the window to fall on the bronze mirror. Using water as a medium and the moon as a guide, he polished the bronze mirror to a bright finish, and engraved the names of the twelve moon gods on the edge of the bronze mirror.
The old scholar was surprised, and Sun Wenyuan explained: "The Emperor of the Moon is in charge of the dead in the Yin Palace. He uses a mirror to represent the moon, which can reflect ghosts. These twelve are the names of the Moon God, and they can be blessed by the Moon God."
Sun Wenyuan looked around the room again, and finally he saw the old scholar's paperweight and said, "Sir, can I borrow your paperweight for a while?"
The old scholar agreed, watched him carve on the paperweight, and asked, "What is this for?"
"I am carving the Tarzan spell."
"The bright moon controls ghosts and gods, and Mount Tai suppresses ghosts and gods. With these two as sacrifices, the old ghost is about to die."
The old scholar saw his eyes moving around the room again and laughed, "Take whatever you like."
Sun Wenyuan smiled and said, "Sir, please go to bed early. I'd like to borrow your lamp."
"What's this for?"
"Borrow the fire to start a sacrifice and help me exorcise the demon."
The old scholar was coaxed by him to climb onto the bed, and saw him holding the oil lamp and walking outside.
The old scholar propped up half of his body and said, "You have to bring the things back to me. I have to read tomorrow night and I can't see without a light."
"You have to bring it back to me."
Sun Wenyuan held the lamp, bowed to the old scholar, then turned and walked out.
The old scholar tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
The door was closed, but his heart could not be closed.
The old scholar had seen many strange and bizarre things in his life, and only this fox kept him company, making him a close friend regardless of age.
After enduring a whole night of hard work, the old scholar did not even hear himself sighing.
Unable to bear it any longer, the old scholar climbed out of bed, opened the door and sat down by it.
He sat there from the pitch black night until the light gradually came, until his hands and feet began to tremble slightly.
Finally, before dawn, a figure limped towards them from a distance.
The old scholar stood up by holding the door frame and watched the figure open the fence gate and walk to his side. He was covered in dust and blood, and turned his palm in front of him, revealing a lamp.
Sun Wenyuan bowed and said, "Sir, the jade is returned intact to Zhao."
The old scholar ignored the broken lamp, helped him up, and asked, "How is it?"
"It's a long story. I set up the formation in advance and lured the old ghost out. He hit me a few times. But after he entered the formation, I was the one who subdued him. I used a bronze mirror to reflect his soul and a paperweight to suppress the ghost. I burned all his skills and sent him to Mount Tai to be punished."
Sun Wenyuan showed a hint of pride on his face.
The old scholar said, "I am asking you."
There were several bloody holes on Sun Wenyuan's body, and blood was still oozing out. His face was frighteningly pale, but his eyes were very bright.
"Your life is safe, you just need to sleep a few more days."
"That's good."
The old scholar murmured to himself: "That's good."
Ignoring the mirror, paperweight and oil lamp that had fallen on the ground, he carried the fox that had curled up in front of the door into the room and put it away, then he cleaned up the things scattered in front of the door.
He fetched some clean water to clean the fox's wound and bandaged it carefully, which made the old scholar so tired that he felt dizzy.
He laughed at himself and said, "I almost died of exhaustion because of you."
The old scholar climbed back into bed, and soon, faint snoring sounds were heard.