"I want to set up a water array and borrow some water from God." Don't ask her why she knows witchcraft. She just knows it. Don't ask. She won't tell you even if you ask.
Unexpectedly, Su Shenpo didn't ask. After all, it was normal for her daughter to know everything. "Really? Do you want your mother's help?"
"No, no, you should take a rest." Feng Ling refused again and again because Su the witch's half-baked skills would only disrupt her rhythm.
Taking the cinnabar handed over by Su the witch, Feng Ling added some water to make red juice, and drew talisman circles next to the five willow branches.
Not long after, five mice appeared quietly, automatically ran into the talisman circle, and took their positions.
Su the witch was very surprised. "Is this a spell to pray for rain?" She had never seen anything like this before.
"It's not rain, it's dew. Mother, let's go get the water jar. It should be full tomorrow morning."
There is a large, dusty clay pot at home. It is very heavy and cannot be moved by one person.
Su the witch was skeptical, but they still moved the jar to the center of the formation, surrounded by yin willow branches and ice rats.
"Is that all?"
Feng Ling smiled helplessly, "Mom, what are you thinking about? We haven't even started the great god style yet." This has just begun. If you don't dance the prayer dance until you feel dizzy, you can't borrow water.
Feng Ling's expression became stern, and he raised the holy bell in his hand and began to dance while singing.
The grand prayer style differs from the exaggerated techniques used during the day. The wind spirit dances gracefully, as light as a swallow, as soft as a cloud, and moves like a lotus flower, weaving through the light and shadows like a butterfly among flowers, a bright moon in the mountains, beautiful and elegant, yet mysterious and noble...
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