My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 191

Hearing this, Shang Yanzhou frowned and asked:

"The big warlord that Grandpa Jiu mentioned is Shang Yunyi?"

Wen Fengmian pondered for a long time, seemed to be recalling, and then said with some uncertainty:

"I don't remember much. It's been more than ten years. I only remember the name of Shang Hades."

A ridiculous thought suddenly rose in Shang Yanzhou's heart. If his father had been here, could the familiarity from the bottom of his heart be because he had also been here when he was a child? !

But why does he have no memory at all?

Wen Fengmian saw him asking this question, and said:

"Could it be that Shang Yan Wang really belongs to your family?"

Shang Yanzhou: "Maybe."

The two chatted calmly, and then Wen Fengmian looked at him deeply, with a serious tone:

"Young master, you are a very nice person, and I like it very much. But, I hope you will think carefully about the matter between you and Pohouer. After all, I don't think you know him well."

Shang Yanzhou asked: "What are you thinking about? What do you need to know? I just need to know that the person is him."

Wen Fengmian sighed heavily: "You are still young and don't understand how difficult this road is. Pohou'er is the last line of Yinyangpu. I think you are clear about his identity. You can't help yourself at all."

Shang Yanzhou chuckled, his tone was turbulent, but he was full of domineering: "No matter how difficult the road is, people will walk it out by themselves, and I will not allow him to have the opportunity to choose. Once it has started, it will not end. That day, unless I die, or he dies."

"You... that's all."

Wen Fengmian waved his hands dejectedly, and stopped talking.

Perhaps, what they couldn't do, these two children could. After all, Wen Fengmian didn't dare to put all his eggs in one basket. Once a person becomes cowardly, taking a step back will mean a lifetime.

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The rebirth mantra, sent to the living, overcomes grievances, uses the body as a sacrifice, and walks yin and yang.

Shang Yanzhou watched Wen Changlang write talismans with his own blood mixed with cinnabar, the handwriting was scrawled and messy, just like his people, unrestrained and unrestrained.

When Wen Changlang concentrates on writing runes, his brows will be frowned habitually, his clear eyes will stare intently at the place where he writes, and then he will wave his hand and sprinkle ink, the movements are quick and coherent.

"The talisman of death, 99 pieces, which means that ninety-nine return to one, converging in the dust, Lord Governor, do you know how many wandering souls there are in this world?"

Wen Changlang asked in a natural tone while writing the talisman.

Shang Yanzhou received the talismans he had written, stacked them together, shook his head and said, "Maybe there are a lot."

Wen Changlang snorted:

"There are many, many, covering every inch of land, every trace of air, in my eyes, there are wailing everywhere, a dark wandering ghost, you say this world is fair and unfair, there are so many complaining ghosts, and this There is only one grudge master in the world, and the young master will die of exhaustion sooner or later."

Shang Yanzhou smiled dotingly: "Well, I'm very tired."

"A big sacrifice is held once every three years. Before the sacrifice, you have to take a bath to clear the turbidity, and all the grains are clean. Once the sacrifice is held, you have to recite the mantra of passing away to death for three days and three nights. You can't stop for a moment, you can't drink water, you can't eat, Even if you want to fart, you have to hold back."

After writing one piece, Wen Changlang took another piece of yellow paper, wrote slowly, and continued slowly:

"I remember the first time I held a sacrifice in person. It was three years after my grandfather left. At that time, I had just turned 8 years old. After a big sacrifice, I fell into a coma for two days. The Ninth Ancestor said that I almost starved to death in the On the altar, I didn’t make it through. But my fate was hard, and in the end I was allowed to live alive and kicking for so many years.”

Shang Yanzhou stood up calmly, and kissed him on the forehead, with an extremely gentle voice:

"Well, I miss you."