History’s Best Reincarnation: Episode 153: Opening the altar

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Those who love to read can't resist the temptation of good books, but if they read too deeply, once they sink into it and lose themselves, they will inevitably ignore the people and things around them. This is the case with Wang Erlang. He studied hard behind closed doors, studying the few books of sages and sages given to him by Huangfu Minghua day and night, so much so that he ignored his family.

About more than half a month ago, his mother took his younger sister to Fuyun Temple in the east of Yuncheng to pray for his seriously ill father. Because it was built in the city, the transportation is convenient, and most of the people like to go there to offer incense and pray for blessings, and the incense is very strong.

Usually, Wang Erlang would always go with his mother and sister and **** them along the way, but this time he was obsessed with reading, so he ignored everything. What happened to him, he disappeared from the world and disappeared?

The news came back, but before Wang Erlang could fully wake up from his obsession, another urgent report came from the other side. His father, who was seriously ill in bed, also received the news. He didn't catch his breath, and he let go so straightly.

In one day, his family was ruined and his family was destroyed. Wang Erlang was extremely sad. He went crazy and searched everywhere for the whereabouts of his mother and sister, but there was still no clue. His father's body could not stay at home for too long. With the help of Wang Yi and others, the father was buried, but the whereabouts of the missing mother and sister were still unknown.

Day after day, Wang Erlang spared no effort to find his missing mother and sister, but the result made him more desperate day by day. Today, his family business is gone, his relatives are gone, and he is left alone in this world, like a lonely ghost without roots.

Grief, despair, self-blame, decadence... In just over half a month, Wang Erlang is no longer the passionate young man who stood up for his friends, and he no longer has the mind to study and study After chasing fame and fortune, he thought of becoming a monk in a disheartened state, so he came to the Kunlun courtyard in a daze.

"Hey..." Hearing what happened to Wang Erlang in the past few months, Jiang Chen couldn't help sighing, and then he quickly stretched out his hands to help Wang Erlang up, but he reprimanded: "Second Master Wang, you So confused"

"Yes, I am confused." Wang Erlang laughed at himself, with tears in the corners of his eyes, he cried and laughed, and said crazily: "If I was not confused, how could I ruin my family because of a few books of unknown origin? , Daoist Zhiqiu, what you said is that I am too confused."

"Fart..." Jiang Chen slapped him across the face, knocked him to the ground, and cursed, "I mean you, since you've encountered a problem you can't solve, why don't you think of asking for help? I see that your friend Liu Xun, who helped you before, was very capable when he came to ask me for help, why did you become confused when things happened to you?"

"I..." Wang Erlang took a slap, and after listening to Jiang Chen's cursing, he immediately became much more sober. His face and eyes were full of self-blame and regret. Raising both hands, bowing left and right, he slapped himself more than a dozen times, and knelt down in front of Jiang Chen with a "plop", "Master Zhiqiu, please teach me"

"Don't worry, after all, you and I met each other, and your family is in trouble. I don't know about it. Now that I know, I will definitely help you." Jiang Chen hurriedly helped him up again, with a heavy mouth. Said: "Go and get some of your mother's and sister's commonly used clothes, and then get a live rooster, take a drop of heart essence and blood, at dusk, when the sun and the moon alternate, I will open the altar and do it for you." Find the whereabouts of your mother and sister."

"This..." Wang Erlang asked with a bit of self-confidence: "Master Zhiqiu, can this be done?"

"If you can do it, you have to try it." Jiang Chen replied in a deep voice: "If you had come to find me early in the morning, I would have been very sure, but now it is only seven or eight. After all, if your mother My sister and I have already encountered an accident, even if I opened the altar, what I found could only be their bones."

"Mother, sister" Wang Erlang blamed himself, tears filled his eyes and kept dripping.

"Why are you crying?" Jiang Chen reprimanded angrily, "You are a scholar who is useless, I didn't tell you what to do now? Hurry up and prepare things, the sooner they are ready, the sooner I can open the altar If you find out the whereabouts of your mother and sister earlier, they will be safe."

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away, I'll go right away..." Wang Erlang was at a loss for a while, hearing Jiang Chen's words, he hurriedly went.

"Hey..." Jiang Chen couldn't help sighing again as he watched him go away in a hurry. After such a change, at the moment, he also quickly started to prepare: long table, yellow cloth, talisman paper, cinnabar, French ink, incense candle, wooden sword, Taoist robe... There are no apprentices, the red queen and Xiaoyu couldn't show up to help for the time being, and he had to prepare everything by himself for opening the altar.

Because he was concerned about the safety of his mother and sister, Wang Erlang left quickly and returned quickly, bringing a live chicken, a bracelet from his mother and a hairpin from his sister, and asked repeatedly : "How to take out the essence and blood of the heart, please tell the Taoist priest Zhiqiu"

"Don't worry." Jiang Chen suppressed Wang Erlang, who was in a hurry, and looked at the many good men and women who gathered around him out of curiosity, frowned slightly, and then raised his voice: "Everyone, there is a ritual event in the audience today. Do, and please leave on your own after burning incense, don't stay too long, so as not to bring bad luck to yourself"

"Unlucky" Hearing this, the faces of the spectators around him couldn't help but change drastically. The reason why they came all the way to the Taoist temple in the mountains to worship the gods is naturally people who believe in fate. Misfortune and fortune are very important, and now hearing that there will be bad luck, one by one, no matter how much they dare to stay, they turn around and retreat, and even some spectators left in a hurry before even burning incense.

Not long after, the people in the courtyard dispersed. Jiang Chen calculated the best time to open the altar, and called Wang Erlang to arrange the altar, while he went to a quiet room in the side hall to take a shower and change clothes.

For Taoist monks, opening an altar is a very solemn matter. In many cases, those who practice it even need to fast and bathe for three to seven days first, but now that things happen suddenly, how can Jiang Chen care about these things? Changing three days to three hours has already streamlined a lot of procedures.

After taking a bath, Jiang Chen changed into an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, took a dust whisk and stepped out of the quiet room. In the courtyard, Wang Erlang had already arranged the altar as instructed. There is an incense burner on the top, which is filled with cinnabar, and three thick yellow incense sticks are inserted in the inner compartment. In front of the burner, items such as French ink, talisman paper, brushes, wooden swords, compass, and porcelain bowls filled with clear water are listed one by one.

"Master Zhiqiu." Seeing Jiang Chen coming out, Wang Erlang rushed to greet him.

"Yeah." Jiang Chen replied lightly, and then ordered in his mouth: "I will open the altar later, and no matter what vision you see during the period, don't make a sound, let alone Be a little reckless ~IndoMTL.com~ Otherwise, the method will fail, and it will be difficult to find your mother and sister using the same method.”

"Yes." At this moment, Wang Erlang was like a drowning man grasping at the last straw. How could he have the slightest objection to Jiang Chen's words, so he immediately nodded in response.

Jiang Chen stepped forward, came to the Dharma Altar, swept away the dust, and immediately the three sticks of incense were ignited together, and wisps of smoke rose up. The smoke dragon circled and danced, sealing off the entire courtyard, leaving only the clear sky above.

On the sky, the sun has not yet set, but the bright moon has risen. It is the vision of the sun and the moon in the same sky. But seeing the light of the sun and the moon converging, like water blending, forming a majestic seven-color brilliance. A solid beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping the entire Dharma altar.

"The heavens and the earth are turning, the universe is changing, the gods of the heavens, listen to my orders"

Reciting strange mantras, Jiang Chen stepped on the sky, walked around the eight trigrams, and circled the altar. Just now, he suddenly picked up a pen and dipped it in ink. At the same time, a talisman paper jumped up on the table, hanging in the air In the novel, as he moves the dragon and the snake with his pen, a mysterious rune is formed immediately, and as the pen falls for a moment, a strange light blooms to be continued. Tips: Log in from your computer to your mobile phone