Chapter 40
After Erma finished chanting the spell, she looked at Zhang Song. At this moment, her eyes flashed white, and then returned to normal.
"How is it?" I asked her.
"His three souls and seven spirits are all locked in the sea of consciousness. If you want her to wake up, you must break the shackles in his sea of consciousness." Erma said.
The sea of consciousness, also known as the sea of consciousness, is what we often call the brain. The brain is a very delicate and fragile part of the human body. If there is any mistake, Zhang Song may never wake up.
"Are you sure?" I looked at the unconscious Zhang Song and asked Erma.
"I have the confidence, but I need to prepare three things," said Erma.
"Let's prepare anything we need together," I said.
"The Bagua mirror, the embroidered robe, and the parasol," Erma said. "I have the Bagua mirror with me, but we need to make the embroidered robe and the parasol ourselves."
The Golden Threaded Robe is considered a Taoist defensive magic weapon, and the function of the Parasol is to absorb sunlight and store it in the umbrella.
We did it right away. The material of the brocade dress is gold, the purer the better, but we couldn't afford that much gold at the moment, so we had to use yellow paper instead. As for the parasol, you can also use yellow paper to make it.
Erma and I are both quite adept at this kind of craft. After preparing the materials, we first cut the yellow paper into 333 rectangular pieces, each 6 cm long and 3 cm wide. No more, no less. This step alone took us quite a while. Next, we needed to apply a layer of gold foil to the surface of the yellow paper. This was even more challenging, as gold foil is very fragile and sticky. We had to ensure that the gold foil completely enclosed the paper, without missing a single piece.
We toiled all day, only halfway through. At night, Erma needed to rest. After we finished all the preparations, she had to perform a ritual that required intense concentration. So, I had to do the rest. Mao Jianming, though a bit clumsy, became quite fast once he got used to it. We toiled all night long until we had applied all the gold leaf. The only thing left was to sew the gold leaf together with gold thread, as any carelessness would damage the gold leaf.
We asked Mao Jianming to paste more than ten pieces of gold foil for future use, and Erma and I concentrated on sewing the golden embroidery dress. This walk lasted another day. By the evening, we finally finished sewing the golden embroidery dress.
Now Zhang Song's condition has deteriorated sharply. He used to be very strong, but in just two days, he became skinny, like a plump grape that turned into a raisin.
Erma put the golden dress on Zhang Song.
The function of this embroidered robe is to block interference from external evil spirits. The current relationship between Zhang Song and that person is somewhat similar to that of a man calling Zhang Song, who answers and establishes a connection. Once Zhang Song puts on the embroidered robe, the connection between them is severed, like a shield. Another function of the embroidered robe is to prevent Zhang Song's current condition from worsening, allowing him to endure for a longer period of time.
After we finished the embroidered garment, we began making the parasol. The parasol was much simpler than the embroidered garment. We first made the frame, then the canopy, and then placed the two together. I knew this couldn't be delayed, so I immediately began working with Mao Jianming.
Mao Jianming and I finished the parasol by the middle of the night. We sat on the ground. We were so tired over the past two days, and we hadn't slept in the past two days. So we felt really sleepy after relaxing.
"You go to sleep first, I will take care of Brother Song tonight." Mao Jianming said.
"You're not relaxed either, so I'll take a nap first. You can wake me up later and then you can rest." I said.
"Okay, go to sleep."
As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt my body falling in the darkness and soon fell asleep.
When I woke up, the sun was already bright. I was awakened by the sun, the glare so intense that I couldn't even open my eyes. I thought for a few seconds, then forced them open. I saw Mao Jianming staring at Zhang Song. Erma had also painted mysterious runes on the parasol.
When they saw me wake up, they said, "You're awake."
When I stood up, I felt severe pain in my waist. I actually slept against the wall all night last night.
I twisted my waist and said, "Why didn't you call me?"
"You look very tired. Besides, I'm not sleepy either," said Mao Jianming.
He is definitely sleepy, and I can see that he is obviously not in a good mental state.
"Go get some sleep, Erma and I will watch over you."
Mao Jianming didn't insist and fell asleep on the sofa.
Fortunately, the weather is fine today. Erma and I move the parasol with the sun, ensuring it absorbs plenty of sunlight. By nine or ten tonight, Erma will be able to perform the ritual.
I looked at Zhang Song. There was no obvious change today. It seems that the golden embroidered clothes we sewed are effective.
The sun gradually set and Erma put away the open parasol.
Finally, it was night and Mao Jianming woke up.
The practice officially begins.
Erma placed a circle of candles around the pine bed, and we drew the curtains and turned off all the lights in the room.
Erma took a talisman in his hand, muttered a few words, and then threw the talisman into the air. The talisman broke into pieces and landed on the circle of candles, lighting them all.
Zhang Song reacted at this time, his face covered in sweat.
Seeing this, Erma took out the Bagua mirror. Shining it on Zhang Song's body, we could see numerous figures reflected on the wall behind him. These were Zhang Song's three souls and seven spirits. Above each of his heads, something resembling a golden hoop locked them together. Erma's next task was to shatter this object.
She placed the Bagua mirror in front of her. Strangely, it remained suspended in mid-air, spinning without wind. Erma then opened her parasol, and a blinding ray of sunlight shone onto the Bagua mirror, reflecting a laser beam from its surface and shooting towards Zhang Song's forehead.
I heard a distinct cracking sound.
Looking at the shadows behind Zhang Song, the shackles that locked them had broken. They lined up and jumped into Zhang Song's body one by one.
Erma retracted the Bagua mirror, and Zhang Song's three souls and seven spirits all entered her body. She chanted the mantra again: "Taishangtaixing, responding to changes without stopping. Wisdom is clear, and the mind is at peace. The three souls are eternal, and the spirit is undiminished."
The golden robe on Zhang Song's body suddenly caught fire, and the candle beside his bed, the flame and the golden robe merged, and then were all absorbed by Zhang Song's body. Zhang Song's shriveled body recovered visibly.
"Over." Erma said.
When I turned on the light, I saw Zhang Song looking his best, breathing evenly, clearly recovered. I looked at Erma again, and her forehead was covered in beads of sweat.
"Thank you for your hard work." I said to her.
Although the whole process takes a short time, the difficulty involved is probably only known to her.
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