Chapter 89: Exorcism
The Ji residence has been occupied for several months now, and the evil creature has not made any movement. How could Jin Sanchong provoke it and still be alive?
If I treat him, will that ferocious beast come to take revenge?
Seeing Huang Changsheng's troubled expression, Jin Sanzhong was so frightened that he cried out in tears: "Master Huang, Master Huang, you must save me!"
“Hey! You and I are from the same town, it’s not impossible to save him.
But you've been injured by an evil spirit, and if I want to save you, it will definitely cost me my vitality... This is very difficult!"
"Master Huang, please save me no matter what!"
Jin Sanzhong saw what Huang Changsheng meant and quickly took out a piece of silver from under his pillow. "Master Huang, this is five cents of silver. This is all the money I have at home. Please save my life!"
He also felt sorry for the money, but now he had to take out all his belongings in order to survive.
Huang Changsheng's eyes lit up when he saw the silver. He grabbed it with lightning speed and said, "God is merciful. I will use my most powerful spell to exorcise the evil spirits and cleanse you from the filth!"
Huang Changsheng immediately became energetic after getting the silver. He first asked the woman to wash off all the ointment on the wound, then took out a piece of yellow paper and lit it on the fire. After mumbling some incantations, he sprinkled the ashes of the burnt paper into Jin Sanchong's wound.
Surprisingly, the wound that had been bleeding stopped bleeding miraculously.
Huang Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief. The talisman paper ash soaked in medicine was indeed effective in stopping bleeding.
Before the military doctor from the garrison arrived, there was only one herbalist in Suijin Town.
Normally, if you have a headache or fever, you can either endure it, or if you can't endure it, you can go to a herbal doctor and drink some medicine.
If the medicine is ineffective, he will naturally rely on his talisman paper to cure the disease.
Try to save a dying horse as much as possible, and sometimes it will turn out to be a blessing in disguise.
After rebandaging the wound, Huang Changsheng glanced at the busy woman standing beside him, touched his chin, and said to Jin Sanchong with a serious face, "To exorcise the evil spirit, your wound needs to be cleansed with spiritual water every day."
"Spiritual water? What spiritual water?" Jin Sanchong asked in confusion.
"I'll perform a ritual on your home water tank, and it will naturally become magical water. No extra charge!"
Upon hearing that there was no additional charge, Jin Sanchong hurriedly asked the woman to take the master to the kitchen.
The woman lowered her head, holding a lamp in one hand, and led Huang Changsheng to the kitchen obediently.
As soon as they left the main room, the cotton curtain fell and Huang Changsheng hugged the woman's slender waist from behind. The woman was so scared that she trembled all over and bit her lips, not daring to say a word.
Huang Changsheng carried the woman into the kitchen in two or three steps, pushed the door shut, lowered his head and bit her earlobe, whispering, "My dear wife, what's the point of following this man? He has nothing to eat, nothing to wear, and he gets beaten and scolded every day!"
The woman's voice trembled: "Jin Sanchong saved my life from the Di people. I will be his for the rest of my life.
Master Huang, please let me go! If Sanchong knew about this, he would beat me to death."
Huang Changsheng was not willing to let go. He fumbled around the woman's waist and panted, "My dear, if you continue to follow Jin Sanzhong, you will be tortured to death by him sooner or later.
I can also save your life. If you follow me, I will guarantee you will have enough food and clothing, and money to spend every day."
Before the woman could say no, the lights went out and Huang Changsheng had already pushed her into the firewood pile in the kitchen...
In the main room, Jin Sanchong was lying on the kang, still waiting for the master to finish his ritual. He waited and waited, but he didn't come back.
Just as his patience was about to run out, the woman returned to the main room with a lamp.
Before the woman could reach the kang, a large earthenware bowl was thrown at her.
The woman was in a trance, but suddenly she saw Jin Sanzhong throwing the bowl at her and dodged in a hurry.
She dodged the blow, but the large earthenware bowl still hit her abdomen hard and fell to the ground, breaking into two pieces.
Although Jin Sanchong was still lying on the kang at this time, he was a man, and the strength of his anger was extremely great. The woman in pain squatted on the ground and touched her abdomen, tears streaming down her face.
After smashing the bowl, Jin Sanchong began to curse again: "I asked you to hold the lamp, but you stayed dead for so long and didn't come back. Are you trying to kill me with thirst? Believe it or not, I will crush you to death before I die."
The woman was so frightened that she quickly stood up to pour him some water, and then Huang Changsheng lifted the curtain and came in.
He glanced at the broken bowl on the ground and said calmly, "Your wound has only just been exorcised. If you continue to let your anger run wild and invite evil spirits into your body, even a deity wouldn't be able to save you."
Jin Sanzhong was stunned for a moment, then said awkwardly, "It's all because of this idiot's clumsiness that makes people angry. Next time, just listen to the master and curse less."
The spiritual water ritual was complete, and Huang Changsheng began to pack his bags to leave. He said to Jin Sanchong, "The evil spirit has penetrated deeply into your body, and one exorcism is not enough.
It's just that the ritual is very energy-consuming. I'm very tired after doing it today. I'll come back and do it for you tomorrow."
When she heard that she would come again tomorrow, the woman's already pale face turned even paleer.
At this moment, Jin Sanchong only felt cool and comfortable at the wound, and no longer had the burning pain from before. He knew that the master's method was effective.
Seeing that Master Huang looked tired, not pretending, and that he would be treating him tomorrow night, he immediately expressed his gratitude, "Thank you for your hard work, Master. When I recover from my injury, I will definitely treat you to a drink."
After saying this, he asked the woman to see the master out.
The woman did not object, but kept her head lowered, holding the lamp and leading the way.
The two of them walked to the gate of the courtyard. Huang Changsheng took out a piece of cake from his small bag and put it into the woman's palm. He squeezed her small hand and whispered in her ear: "Eat it quickly. This is a cake sent from Qili County. I will come to see you tomorrow."
The courtyard door was closed, and Jin Sanzhong's scolding was heard again from the house. The woman held the small cake in her hand, tears welling up in her eyes.
Five years.
Since the day Suijin Town was looted, her husband died and her seven-year-old son was taken away. She has been living like a walking corpse, not knowing how much longer she can live.
She wanted to see her son, even just once, and she would die if she saw him.
The lights in the main house of Baolinju's side courtyard were bright.
Song Liyun, Song Zhenping, Xiao An, and a black-haired monkey were forming a strange circle.
On the floor tiles between them lay a snow-white wool carpet.
Song Zhenping reached out and touched the carpet, feeling a slight tingling sensation under his fingertips, which was an indescribable comfort.
Xiao An held his hands together and refused to even touch them.
Only Heijin was lying unscrupulously on the edge of the wool carpet, rubbing it with his monkey face.
Song Zhenping swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "Yun'er, was this really stepped on?"
Song Liyun touched the wool carpet and sighed, "Yes! This is one hundred taels of silver! It's placed on the ground specifically for people to walk on comfortably. If it gets dirty, it has to be thrown away."
Hearing that it had to be thrown away if it was dirty, Song Zhenping silently withdrew his hand. Just like Xiao An, he supported his knees with his arms, stared at the carpet blankly, and dared not touch it again.
How can we throw away such a precious thing?
(End of this chapter)
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