Feng Ling brought Feng Ming and buried the cold stones around the two houses according to the acupuncture points of the Seven Star Formation. They also drew a set of formation talismans with cinnabar above each acupuncture point.
After completing these, Feng Ling began to set up the altar and burn incense in the front yard, using the props that Su the witch usually used.
"Is it finally time to burn incense and take a bath?" Zhong Bo moved the water tank from his home and placed it side by side with the Feng family's, waiting for the wind spirit to perform the ritual.
As far as he knew, the normal procedure for the ritual was to observe seclusion and precepts for 49 days before the ritual, or at least three days.
Then they go through a complicated series of preludes such as burning incense and bathing before starting the ritual. This is the routine before their Saint An Guoshi and Saint Daughter perform the ritual.
But in Zhong Bo's opinion, the effect of their magic is not as strong as Feng Ling's.
"Do you want to shower again?" Feng Ming looked at Feng Ling and saw that she was indeed covered in dust. But she clearly wanted to shower and sleep after dancing the trance dance. Otherwise, wouldn't she sweat all over again and waste water again? Who would do such a stupid thing?
"Isn't this a normal operation for performing magic?" Magic, a mysterious thing, always has a lot of frills.
"No, my mother and Feng Ling just jumped. Uncle Zhong, you didn't meet a swindler, did you? Haha..." Feng Ming didn't understand and couldn't help but sympathize with the old man.
Zhong Bo was speechless. If the Imperial Master and the Saintess were liars, then they were extremely bold.
The pious scent of holy incense and the clear and pleasant ringing of bells slowly spread in the night as the wind spirit danced and chanted.
Not long after, more and more things began to appear around the Feng family. Of course, they were not humans, but ghosts that were active at night.
Each of them had a pale face, some had hideous expressions, some were missing limbs, and they died in various ways, with blood all over the place. It was very scary.
Fortunately, Feng Ming and Zhong Bo couldn’t see it, otherwise they would probably be scared to death.
Feng Ling saw it, but she didn't take it seriously; Su the witch couldn't see it, but she had a sense of it and couldn't help feeling uneasy.
She forgot to remind her daughter that it was already July and there were too many external factors. The chances of the ritual being successful were greatly reduced and it might even cause trouble.
But now the arrow is on the string and must be shot.
"What do you think, can this little witch perform her magic successfully?" The ghosts who were watching the fun started to discuss among themselves.
"Yes, she is more powerful than her mother. I can even feel her magic power." The hanged ghost with messy hair immediately proved it. It is not known whether this is her hope or a psychological effect. Anyway, other ghosts cannot feel it.
"I heard that she beat the mandrill to a pulp today." The skeleton stared at Feng Ling with empty eyes.
"Then why didn't she just take in the mandrill? That monster always bullies us." The old man with a bleeding head didn't quite believe it.
"I hope she can succeed and help us, because we have stayed in this world too long and will soon be reduced to ashes.
But this poor baby girl, starved by her mother, drowned by her own grandmother, and then sucked her mother's blood, is becoming increasingly violent. I'm afraid she won't have a chance to be reborn."
A woman with disheveled hair and bruises all over her body, holding a fat ghost baby in her arms, her tone was full of pity.
The ghosts were silent. For various reasons, they all had obsessions before they died, which weakened their souls and made them unable to cross the Naihe Bridge. They were destined to be unable to reincarnate.
This kind of ghost has no killing power, and the underworld is generally willing to let them stay in the human world for a longer time to seek opportunities, resolve their obsessions, and reincarnate again.
If they cannot find the opportunity in the end, their only fate will be to disappear from the world.
In the past they had relied on Su the witch, but it turned out that she was a liar. It was a miracle if only one out of ten of her predictions worked.
"Let alone anything else, the children of my Feng family are so beautiful even when they dance the gods." The hanged man hung out his long tongue, looking extremely proud.
"Yeah, look at the man next door, he's stunned." The woman covered in bruises suddenly felt envious, and couldn't help but recall a wave of memories.
"Swish!" The ghosts quickly retreated, not even daring to cling to the Feng family's fence.
That man is handsome, but poisonous!
They had seen ghosts approaching the man, and they were directly regarded as evil spirits and merged into the man's evil spirit, leaving nothing behind!
The ghosts avoided Huo Jinxing and quietly hid in the corner waiting for Feng Ling's great divine style to end.
Huo Jinxing had fallen asleep, but was woken up by Zhong Bo and had a special dinner of the Feng family.
Just as I was about to lie down, I heard the ringing of the bell from the next room. Was the woman going to perform a shaman dance again?
For the first time, Huo Jinxing was curious about something, especially that Feng Ling's bell could keep him awake. Without thinking, he strode out.
Then, I saw a familiar scene again.
Under the moonlight, an elf-like woman dances gracefully, vigorously and freely, chanting ancient and mysterious blessings to the gods, accompanied by the rhythmic jingle sounds, which are sacred and noble, reminiscent of the holy realm of God.
Huo Jinxing was stunned for a moment. Tsk, she was so tempting. This woman...
As Feng Ling sang and danced, the five elements of energy around her slowly changed.
The originally scorching temperature gradually dropped until it reached a comfortable temperature. Feng Ling then stopped and said, "The ice formation is complete. How do you feel?"
Feng Ling wiped the sweat from his face and began to pack up the things on the altar.
"I feel cool now, Ling'er is so amazing!" Seeing that Feng Ling didn't seem to be feeling unwell, Su the witch smiled with a look of pride. This was her daughter, her biological daughter!
"It's really amazing. The surface of the water tank is even cooler, and you can feel a thick vapor, like a light drizzle. If it stays like this overnight, the tank will be full of water by tomorrow.
"It's amazing! Miss Xiaoling has worked so hard." Zhong Bo's playful mood suddenly became apparent. He repeatedly stretched his hands over the surface of the jar, and soon they were wet with water. It was really interesting even though there was no sign of rain.
Feng Ming, however, circled around the mouse and said, "The little mouse is also very powerful." Who would believe it if he told others that a few willow branches and a few mice could actually beg for water?
Moreover, the mice were too obedient. When they heard the bell of Feng Ling, they ran out by themselves and jumped into the coil to eat the food. When it was dawn, they were gone and the water tank was full.
"Hmph, your sister is the real deal, how could it be a rat? Hurry up and clean it up. Your sister is tired all day, so hurry up and wash up and go to bed."
Didn’t you notice that the yin energy was getting heavier? Su Shenpo’s hair stood on end. There must be something fishy going on.
"You guys clean up first, I'll go take care of some things." Feng Ling picked up the peach wood and turned around and left the yard.
Su the witch became anxious, "Ling'er, mother will accompany you." Feng Ling did not use a sword when he performed the ritual, so now he should bring it with him when he goes out, as there must be danger outside.
"No need, Mom, I can handle it. You guys go and rest." They were just a few weak ghosts, and Feng Ling could easily deal with them.
Moreover, it was the time for her to earn public virtue, because she had a premonition that someone would die soon, and it would be better for her to have some public virtue before meeting the Black and White Impermanence.
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