This charm is neither for exorcising ghosts nor inviting gods, this charm is for Wen Wubin himself.

  "Bring me a bowl and some water."

  He saw Cha Wenbin pour half a bowl of clear water, then bite his middle finger and drip three drops of fresh blood into the water. He stirred it with his fingers, then quickly lit the talisman on fire, drawing circles above the bowl of water as the paper burned rapidly, ashes falling into the water.

  I saw the water in that bowl start to rotate, and its speed was getting faster and faster. Soon it became a small whirlpool, and finally even the bowl itself started moving along with it.

  Throughout the process, Zhang Wenbin's eyes were closed, but the paper slip he held never exceeded the edge of the bowl. Time and time again, it passed over the water surface in a regular circular motion. When the paper slip was burned out, a flame the size of a fingernail fell into the water, making a "hiss" sound.

  Cha Wenbin still didn't open his eyes, but instead squeezed out another drop of blood. At this moment, a miraculous scene occurred, and I'm sure it wasn't some kind of magic trick.

  The water in the bowl slowly stopped rotating, and the last drop of blood he squeezed out did not disperse, but instead slowly separated from the last piece of paper that fell, moving towards both sides.

  The blood is red, the symbol paper burns black, and this water originally had a mixture of two colors, red and black. After this transformation, how about it? It's been separated!

  In this bowl, half is red and half is black. What's even more astonishing is that in the middle of the red half, there is a black dot, which is the last character that fell into the water; in the middle of the black half, there is a red dot, which is the last drop of blood squeezed out by Zha Wenbin.

  A bowl of water, one red and one black, black with red in it, red with black in it!

  At this time, he stretched out his middle finger and lightly drew a perfect "S" line on the surface of the water in the bowl. I was stunned!

  At this time, the bowl presents a Tai Chi diagram, perfect Tai Chi! It's just quietly in the bowl, and with just a light touch, it will disperse and merge again, but it's still there, never disappearing.

  What a pity that this perfect pattern didn't let me appreciate it well, and then Zha Wenbin picked up the bowl and drank it all at once. It was him, he drank that bowl of water. This is the way in me, I am in the way, the unity of man and Tao, Taiji also!

  The Tian Gang San Qing Fu is used to open up a person's Dao Xin. What is the Dao? The Dao that can be spoken of is not the true Dao! Every individual has the Dao, you and I both have it, but it has been covered up by too many worldly thoughts and distractions, making it hazy and unclear.

  This bowl of water is the holy water that cleanses his soul, allowing a devout Taoist disciple to wash away everything from the past three years. He wants to come back and be Zhao Wenzhen again.

  The hero doesn't care whether it's water or wine, he can drink with such momentum, and finish it in one gulp! "Bang" The bowl was smashed to the ground, these three years, he has indeed suffered too much, especially that last glance from Yuan Xiaobai.

  With a loud "bang", the door was blown shut against the wall by the wind, and the flame of the candle was stretched out long and thin. The shadows danced obliquely on the wall. Two large copper coins were tied together with red strings, and then tied to the bridge of the nose with more red strings, instantly becoming a pair of glasses that could supposedly see ghosts - the low-level kind.

  "Close the door!" Zhang Wenbin stuffed a black thing into my hand, I didn't know what it was, and together with Fatso, we pushed the door shut. The wind was strong, and the two of us had to use our backs to push it closed. I took a glance outside, and by now, my big cousin's corpse had been buried in the snow, turning into a "snowman"!

  A copper mirror was placed in front of the candle, and Zha Wenbin kept adjusting the direction of the mirror. On the wall, a faint bright spot was moving slightly. Occasionally, the bright spot would disappear for a moment, and Zha Wenbin would adjust it again. It wasn't until later that I realized it wasn't that I couldn't see it, but rather that the originally light yellow bright spot had turned into a dark green color.

  Ghosts have no shadows. Humans have three souls, heaven, earth and human. When the three souls and seven spirits are present, a person is alive. When a person dies, the lamp goes out, yin and yang disperse, and the three souls separate immediately. Light shines past and cannot see shadows. Mirrors are the same, living people can see themselves in the mirror, but ghosts cannot, so mirrors have been used to ward off evil since ancient times.

  My yin-yang eyes have transformed and I can no longer see dirty things. Wen Bin can check, although he doesn't have yin-yang eyes, he can borrow them.

  In the corner of the east wall, his mirror reflected light and stayed there, where a chair was placed.

  "Stone, come and hold up the mirror!"

  He got fatter and had to squat down to grab a handful of incense ash from the copper plate where they burned paper money, and slowly walked towards the wall corner. When he was still one meter away, he suddenly shook off a handful of incense ash, and strangely, there was a spot on the chair that was exactly the size of his buttocks, not a single speck of ash landed on it...

  It's not difficult for ordinary people to see ghosts, Taoist priests have many methods, it just depends on how big your courage is. I and Fatso are both "experienced" now, we've seen the Yin messengers' squad, why would we care about this? At most, it's just a new soul, as Fatso said, even if he didn't use his full strength, he could handle it.

  The Seven Stars Sword has been unsheathed, this sword was only called the Seven Stars Sword at that time, the half-meter-long sword body was gleaming with cold light, some people said it was stolen by Ling Zhengyang from somewhere else, and others said it was brought by Ling Zhengyang from his master Cang Yin Fa Shi. In short, no matter what, this sword's age is much earlier than the history of Tianzheng Sect, over the years, this sword has always been like that, never rusted or damaged, seemingly dull but full of murderous aura, countless evil spirits and demons have been buried under its blade.

  "Come out!" Zhang Wenbin shouted at the stool.

  If it weren't for my own eyes seeing it, I'd think this Taoist was just another charlatan trying to deceive people with some fake tricks. But when something that's not human and can be seen by the naked eye appears in front of you, you realize: oh, so I really did see a ghost!

  Unlike a substantial person, it is almost transparent, to be exact, a mass. Green and oily, you can see the wall behind it through it, but you have to admit that it exists.

  Ghosts and the like belong to yin, humans belong to yang. It's just like one is walking left and the other is walking right. Yin and yang are two different worlds, but some people insist on running back and forth between them.

  To explain it mathematically: a human's yang energy value is 100, and a ghost's yin energy value is 99. At this time, the ghost should see a living person and take a detour because it can't overcome the human's yang energy. However, some ghosts have very heavy resentment, at which point their yin energy value will be 150 or even 200. When you encounter one like that, you're done for!

  Forcing the ghost to reveal its true form is a very high-level skill. When the ghost appears, it means that it has completely exposed itself in the mortal world. At this time, the three adult men in the house have a very strong yang energy. As soon as the ghost appears, its own yin energy will be weakened, and there's no need for Zhang Wenbin to use any tricks, it will naturally collapse.

  I originally thought the ghost he was looking for would be my deceased uncle, but I didn't expect that when I looked at the figure in the distance, it seemed a bit off. Suddenly, I lifted my head and saw a portrait hanging in the main hall, and when I lowered my head again, damn it, wasn't that my deceased uncle?!

  "I was wrong..." The figure said after finishing this sentence, it squatted on the ground, and I faintly heard a crying sound, a very quiet sob.

  Ghosts can make sounds, but their voices are not like those of the living. Their voices cannot penetrate the air strongly, so when you hear them, it always feels like the tone is being deliberately stretched out, empty and desolate. If someone calls your name in this kind of voice, it's best if you don't respond.

  "Who else is going with you?"

  "It's all my fault, I watched him die with my own eyes, but after all, he was my son."

  "Who did it? I know it wasn't you."

  My uncle then said something that left me bewildered: "Can't say... if I say it, we'll all be dead."

  "What about his soul?" asked Cha Wenbin.

  "Was taken away, just as the coffin was about to be turned over."

  Cha Wenbin sheathed his sword and sighed, saying: "You really won't say it. If you don't say it, I can't protect more people either. After all, he's your son. Using someone's soul to cultivate is a kind of torture. The endless karma fire will burn through his soul until it dries up the last drop of his yin energy. In the next life, even if he wants to be reborn as an animal, he won't have the chance."

  "How could this be......" The figure suddenly collapsed......

  Zha Wenbin said to me at this time: "Xiao Yi, are you afraid of letting your grandfather sleep with you tonight?"

  My face turned white in an instant, and I trembled with a reply: "You're kidding, right, bro...?"

  "Come over here." He spoke up, and I could only stiffen my scalp and walk forward.

  "Open the umbrella."

  It was then that I discovered I had a black umbrella in my hand, an old-fashioned oilcloth one, very worn out.

  "Where did it come from?" I asked.

  Zha Wenbin took the umbrella and said, "It should be what he used when he was alive." He placed the umbrella on a stool and muttered to himself, "Clear and bright umbrella, clear and bright umbrella, open the umbrella of darkness, enter the underworld with the umbrella!" I didn't see clearly how he did it, but with a flick of his wrist, the umbrella spun around the stool in mid-air for a full circle. Then he turned around, took back the umbrella, and handed it to me, saying, "Take it, remember to put it under your bed when you go home tonight."

  I took the umbrella, and on the spot I had the urge to throw it far away, but unexpectedly Cha Wenbin added: "If you throw it away, it will follow you for a lifetime."

  I: “……”