Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 669
On the way back, while Ding Ermiao scolded Gu Zixuan, he was moved and shocked by the great power of maternal love in his heart.

Thinking of the pregnant woman who died, she got pregnant with this child ten years after marriage, but she gave up and returned home without a chance to see her.The reluctance in my heart turned into a perseverance, staying by the baby's side and refusing to leave.

No matter how much he practices Taoist magic, he can't save her!

Is this my own failure or a victory of maternal love?
Suddenly, I remembered my own experience. When I left home at the age of seven, my mother cried fainted several times. I couldn’t bear to think about that scene... Oh!
The damn thing is Gu Zixuan, he knows that he doesn't have enough magic power to take away the souls, so he uses himself as a spear user, but he doesn't make it clear, damn it!

Opening a death dojo is an extremely troublesome matter. Ding Ermiao can host it, but... he has never done such a thing.

The main trouble is reflected in the time it takes.

Once the Daochang opened, it took several hours to recite sutras, and you couldn't sit still, and you had to ring the bell.For those with poor physical strength, standing for several hours is equivalent to getting sick.Ding Ermiao wasn't worried about physical strength, but he didn't have the patience.

It is also very troublesome for the host family. The younger blood relatives of the deceased have to kneel in front of the soul and cannot stand up until the end of the dojo.Kneeling for several hours is not something most people can bear.

But the matter has come to this, and there is no other way but to open a death dojo.

Even if she is cruel and uses great power to force the soul of the deceased, she will still come back before long.Even if she is sent to the underworld, her telepathy is so powerful that she can escape from prison.

Or be more cruel and let the souls of the deceased fly away, but as long as there is a trace of residual thoughts among her three souls and seven souls, they will still slowly gather together.In short, this kind of power is very powerful and can be guided along with the trend, but it must not be attacked forcefully.

Just like Li Weinian, pursuing evil in another life is also due to the strong mental power in his previous life.

Along the way, he was full of thoughts, and when he returned to the master's house, Ding Ermiao immediately called Mr. Geography and the master to clean the main room, and then rearranged the deceased's spirit seat.

Taking a quick look, I saw a mass of black air still hovering above the door of the east room where the baby was.

With a clang, Ding Ermiao pulled out Ten Thousand Swordsman, pointed at the black smoke and said: "There is a difference between life and death, and Yin and Yang are different. Since you are dead, you shouldn't stay in the world, why don't you retreat quickly?!"

But the black air didn't seem to understand Ding Ermiao's words and was still hovering in front of the door.

But in the room, no one else except Ding Ermiao could see the black air.Seeing Ding Ermiao tense up, pointing at the baby room and shouting loudly, everyone looked confused and shocked.

Whoosh - the Thousand Thousand Cutters in Ding Ermiao's hand shot out into the air, with a clang, and struck the door where the baby was!
The sword's body and hilt kept swinging and buzzing.

"Ah...!" The black energy quickly dispersed, and he let out a shrill scream.

All the relatives and friends in the room were shocked!

Those timid women were already hugging each other and wanted to run, but they couldn't move.

They couldn't see the black air, but they could hear the scream, which was the voice of the deceased pregnant woman, Xiao Ju.

Ding Ermiao squinted her eyes and stared at the door. After the black air dispersed, within a minute, it gathered together again and floated towards the baby room.But forced by the evil aura of killing thousands of people, the black energy was circling left and right, but they didn't dare to get close.

"Is it because Xiaoju doesn't want to leave the child, so she refuses to leave?"

"In the future, Xiaoju...will she become a thief and harm the children nearby?"

In the room, there were gradually more discussions, and everyone looked at Ding Ermiao and Mr. Geography.

Ding Ermiao waved his hand to stop the noise of the villagers, and said to Mr. Geography: "There is no other way, let's open a dojo. By the way, the deceased Xiaoju, does your husband's family have any filial nephews?"

Thousands of people were killed and stuck in front of the door to frighten the souls of the deceased.

Xiaoju's husband nodded and said, "Yes, my eldest brother has a son who is 15 years old." As he said this, he greeted a boy with handsome features and walked over.

"Very good. To open this dojo, you need a filial son or nephew to toast. You can put on your mourning clothes later and follow my arrangements to toast your aunt." Ding Ermiao patted the child's shoulder and said to Geography The gentleman gave a few instructions.

Mr. Geography turned around and said to the relatives and friends of the deceased: "All Xiaoju's juniors, regardless of her mother-in-law's family, are going to eat. When they are full, they all wear mourning and kneel here..."

About ten minutes later, a large group of people knelt down in front of the deceased's soul, including the hardworking boy Wan Junming.Although he is a cousin, he is also a junior, and he is too embarrassed to run away when others kneel down.

At this time, Ding Ermiao asked the host to serve him a bowl of rice.This dojo is open for several hours, and it's definitely not possible without food.

After the meal, Ding Ermiao washed his hands and burned incense, ordered all the descendants of the deceased to kneel in front of the memorial tablet, took Mr. Geography's bell, and began to pray for the soul of the deceased.

Ji Xiaoxiao and Gu Qinglan had never seen Ding Ermiao doing the dojo, so they stood in front of the baby's room and watched.

I saw Ding Ermiao with a solemn expression, half-closed eyes, ringing the bell, and reciting the "South China Sutra" in his mouth.This thought lasted for more than an hour, making everyone in the audience drowsy.

Those who were listening were fine, but those who were kneeling on the ground were not feeling well.That Wan Junming was already grinning impatiently, but he was too embarrassed to get up and lay on the ground like a big toad.

Ji Xiaoxiao felt bored and was about to retreat to the room when Ding Ermiao suddenly changed her tone and the rhythm of the bell in her hand also changed, like a beggar singing Lotus Fall, she actually started singing:
"Spring is coming, it's a good time, spring outings are busy, beauties dress up in the mirror skillfully. My filial nephew proposes a toast before his death, and I invite the souls of the dead to the ashram..."

After singing this line, Ding Ermiao rang the bell four times in succession.Under the guidance of Mr. Geography, the filial nephew of the deceased knelt forward, poured a glass of wine, and poured it on the ground.

Then Ding Ermiao sang again: "The summer scene is here, it's a good time, the lotus flowers are out of the pond, and the lotus picking boys are busy. Today, the two filial nephews are toasting, and the souls of the dead are invited to the ashram."

Then a bell rang, and the nephew poured another glass of wine on the ground.

"Autumn is here, a good time, the chrysanthemums are turning yellow, the Mid-Autumn Festival is over and the Double Ninth Festival is over. The filial nephew and the spirit of the first three propose a toast, and the souls of the dead are invited to the dojo..."

The filial nephew poured the third glass of wine and poured it on the ground.

"Winter scenery is here, good times, snowflakes are white, and the Red Mansion Warm Pavilion is prosperous. My filial nephew and I will propose a toast, and please invite the souls of the dead to the ashram!"

After the fourth verse was sung and the filial nephew finished offering wine, Ding Ermiao shook the bell in his hand fiercely. Then he looked sideways at the room where the baby was, and saw that the black air had gradually drifted away and was heading towards the soul.

Ding Ermiao felt a little more at ease, motioned to his filial nephew to kowtow before him, and continued to ring the bell and sing.

"One cup of wine is offered to the soul of the deceased, who will receive the wine for three rounds. A round of wine is offered in the altar, and there are no friends left in Yangguan in the west. Two cups of wine are offered to the mourning hall, but I only hope that the deceased soul will taste it with his own mouth. The nectar opens the mouthpiece and tastes it, and it is recommended from now on. Heading to the west! Three glasses of wine to pay homage to the family members. The family members come to receive three bottles of wine. How can we return to our origins when we return from crossing the crane? Sadly, there is no sound once we are gone..."

After singing this, Ding Ermiao raised his head slightly and saw that the black air that was originally hovering on the roof slowly fell down, circled the memorial tablet three times, and then attached itself to the memorial tablet of the deceased.

But the tablet was shaking without any wind, and it kept trembling, which showed that the soul of the deceased was still unwilling to give up.

(End of this chapter)