Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 252 9 Chrysanthemums Lock Soul

Lin Pangzi was confident in how to break the Nine Chrysanthemum Soul-Locking Technique and methodically gave orders and assigned tasks.

At 6:30 p.m., with a hint of sunset in the air, Fatty Lin lit incense and opened the altar.

The whole process consists of four steps, which Fatty Lin explained very clearly.

First, break the array's core; second, unseal the seal; third, disperse the evil energy; fourth, protect yourself.

The key to the formation is that purple chrysanthemum that exudes an eerie aura. My task is simple: use the remaining light of the setting sun to illuminate the purple chrysanthemum with a bronze mirror, while chanting the Golden Light Mantra to stabilize the key to the formation.

After Lin Pangzi finished incantating the bronze mirror, he took it down from the altar and handed it to me. Using the setting sun's rays, I reflected the sunlight onto the purple chrysanthemum and chanted the incantation: "Heaven and Earth, Mysterious Origin, Root of All Qi..."

The moment the sunlight shone on the purple chrysanthemum, it trembled slightly, and its alluring color faded considerably.

Upon seeing this, Fatty Lin's expression turned solemn. Holding his peach wood sword, he scooped up a mixture of rootless water and cinnabar, and with a series of powerful steps, chanted: "Heaven has its heavenly generals, earth has its earthly beings, wise and upright, impartial and selfless, slaying evil and eliminating wickedness, relieving distress and danger. If they incur divine wrath, they will be ground to dust!"

As the word "gray" fell, the peach wood sword flicked downwards, severing a golden thread wrapped with a yellow chrysanthemum.

Over the next two minutes, Fatty Lin cut the golden threads connecting the chrysanthemums in the order of Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui.

With each golden thread severed, a chrysanthemum withers.

Long Nier and Lu Ming were not idle either. The two lit the prepared mugwort around the cemetery to provide a pure yang energy field for the spell.

After all the gold threads were cut, all the yellow chrysanthemums withered, and the purple chrysanthemum on the top of the copper pagoda lost its initial allure.

Fatty Lin slowly finished his practice, took the five coins given to him by the White Dragon King from the altar, went to the tomb, and placed the coins outside the bronze pagoda.

After arranging everything, Fatty Lin bit his middle finger, touched it on the purple chrysanthemum, and chanted, "Qian Yuan Heng Li Zhen, Yang Qi Zhen Qian Kun..."

After the incantation was completed, the purple chrysanthemum withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Fatty Lin picked up his peach wood sword and flicked it off the copper tower, lifting the withered purple chrysanthemum.

"Wow!"

The instant the purple chrysanthemum flew away from the spire, a sharp cry of a newborn baby rang out from inside the tower.

"The profound origin of heaven and earth, the root of all vital energy..."

Upon hearing the crying, I instinctively quickened my chanting and, at the same time, held the bronze mirror steady, shining the sunlight onto the spire.

Fatty Lin's expression hardened, and he said in a deep voice, "I'll take you home!"

After saying this, he took off his Taoist robe and covered the bronze pagoda with it.

The moment the lid was closed, the crying stopped.

Fatty Lin exhaled, bent down and hugged the bronze pagoda, and with a little effort, lifted the half-meter-tall bronze pagoda up from under the tomb.

The moment the bronze pagoda was removed, a plume of black smoke shot out of the tomb, forming a three-meter-high column of smoke.

"fine!"

I was taken aback when I saw this, but the blind man quickly waved his hand and said, "This is a reversal of dragon energy; once the resentment is expelled, it will be fine!"

About a minute later, the tomb returned to calm, and the black mist disappeared.

"Crazy, that's enough, put the bronze mirror down!" Fatty Lin said.

"Um!"

I nodded, placed the bronze mirror back on the altar, and asked, "What's next?"

"Pull out the nails to dispel the evil spirits!"

Fatty Lin glanced at the bronze pagoda placed in front of the altar and pointed to the tomb.

I looked inside and saw that there was a nail under each yellow chrysanthemum.

After catching his breath, Fatty Lin carried the peach wood sword back to the tomb. He used the sword to tap the nail heads while chanting the evil-dispelling incantation.

After the recitation was finished, a pure yang talisman was pasted on it before it was pulled out.

After the nail was pulled out, the nail hole was smoked with mugwort and sandalwood, and then pressed down with ordinary five-emperor coins to prevent the earth's energy from leaking out.

"Fourth Brother, isn't doing this like patching up clothes that are torn?" I asked, nudging the blind man next to me.

"That's right!"

Blind Man Zuo nodded and said, "Fatty's not bad. He's learned all of his grandfather's skills. Despite all that absurdity over the past year, his skills haven't suffered!"

"Fourth Brother, his cultivation hasn't regressed because of my tonics. Otherwise, even an Iron Man would be ruined if he played like that!" I said.

"If it weren't for Ni'er watching over you, you wouldn't be much better than Fatty!" Blind Zuo glanced at Long Ni'er, who was still in front of the mugwort, nudged me, and whispered.

"Fourth Brother, I can't respond to what you just said!" I said, touching my nose.

"You two brothers are cut from the same cloth!" the blind man said with a sneer.

As he spoke, Fatty Lin pulled out the remaining peach wood nails and sealed them with a talisman.

"Is it all done?" I asked.

"No, we still need to cleanse the area and remove any evil spirits!"

"That's what Fatty Lin said."

After saying that, he looked at Lu Ming and said, "Brother Lu, for the next seven days, the rest of us will have to perform a purification ritual here to dispel the evil energy left by the Nine Chrysanthemum Soul-Locking Technique. After seven days, once the purification is complete, you bring your men over and follow my instructions to restore this place to its original state!"

"good!"

Lu Ming nodded and asked, "Any other requirements?"

"This tomb is usually cleaned!"

Fatty Lin pointed to the grave and said, "Brother Lu, if no one comes over in the next few days, after we leave, have someone keep an eye on things and see who comes to clean it. Who knows, we might be able to follow the trail and catch a couple of spies!"

"Okay, I understand!" Lu Ming wrote it down carefully.

Fatty Lin wasn't joking; it was indeed possible they had caught a spy.

Ordinary people can clean this tomb routinely, but to ensure the Nine Chrysanthemum Soul-Locking Technique works without problems, someone needs to come and maintain it.

Those who come to protect it must be people from the Jiuju lineage; calling them spies wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Fearing that Lu Ming might not be aware of the situation, Fatty Lin decided to be frank and told Lu Ming to be careful, preferably with a gun, and to shoot without hesitation if he sensed anything amiss.

Lu Ming didn't show much expression, indicating that he had remembered.

If it were someone else, we might think they were just being perfunctory, but Lu Ming said he remembered, so he definitely remembered.

We packed up the altar, unloaded some supplies from the ship, and pitched two tents near the cemetery.

Long Nier and I shared a tent, while Fatty Lin and Blind Zuo shared another.

Lu Ming went back to report on his work and said he would come back tomorrow.

After he left, Fatty Lin looked at the bronze tower shrouded in a Taoist robe and said, "Crazy, Fourth Brother, help me, I want to open the tower!"

"good!"

I and the blind man on the left nodded at the same time.

"Chirp!"

Little Ba popped out, pointed at the bronze tower, and started chattering away.

"Xiao Ba said there are many children inside, and that they are very pitiful!" Long Nier translated.

"I know!"

A murderous glint appeared on Fatty Lin's face as he said, "Madman, do you know what I've remembered?"

"What are you remembering?" I asked.

"I remember the filthy things the Liu family ancestors did in the orphanage. I suspect the children in the copper tower are from that time!" Fatty Lin said.

"Those children from over a hundred years ago?" I asked.

"Only in this way will the resentment be strong!" Fatty Lin said.