The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 52 Scholars

Li Ang continued to flip through this post patiently. According to the author's self-report, many strange situations occurred during the spirit ritual ceremony.

"When I was traveling in Cape Town, South Africa, I stumbled into a lonely antique shop.
"The lights in the antique shop are dim, and the air smells of sweet spices. There are dazzling copper utensils on the shelves on both sides, and brightly painted wooden masks below, and there are retro bone figures in the corner. doll."

"When I wanted to touch the doll, there was a voice from the corner, 'This is a magic weapon used by voodoo to curse others, you'd better not touch it'."

"The person who spoke was sitting behind the counter, presumably the owner, an elderly black female, so fat that she had to sit on a seat wide enough for two, holding a wooden board in her hand."

"'Just take a look, whatever you want to buy.' She looked up from behind the boards, and that's when I realized she was blind."

"I wanted to leave, but I was ashamed to admit that I was timid, so I was wandering in front of the store, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of a book on the shelf. According to the owner of the antique shop, it was handed down from the Saxon Dynasty (919~1024 AD) The manuscript, it has no cover, the paper is very yellow, and the corners are frayed, it looks old,

But according to the medieval literature I have learned, it can be judged that some of the grammar comes from early modern German, not the Old High German period of the compound age, which should be a modern imitation.

And any normal person with a higher IQ than Forrest Gump would know that if it was a medieval book, it wouldn't be sitting on a shelf with a 'for sale cheap' sign. "

"However, the first time I saw this book, I felt vaguely, uh, power, more precisely, it is creepy horror, it seems to be peeping at me, tearing the skin, through the flesh and blood, See my heart longing to communicate with the dead."

"By chance, I bought it. Whether it was a fluke or a ignorance, after a few days of study, I was quite interested in the content described in it. I wanted to go back to the antique shop and ask for some details. However, the receptionist Mine was a skinny Negro young man, and according to him his grandma (the store owner) died the day after I bought the book, and passed away without pain in her sleep,"

"After the trip, I returned to the United States and found a few reliable friends. For the sake of narration, the three friends who were with me are called A, B, and C here,"

"A recently lost a close relative, and like me, he saw his relatives through a spirit summoning ceremony, while B and C participated in this out of friendship and curiosity."

"According to the notes in this ancient German book that doesn't even have a cover, we first went to the farm to buy a female black goat, led her into the truck, and B was the driver. He kept talking about this behavior on the way. Not too good, if the police find out, I’m afraid he will be put in jail for holding an illegal religious ceremony, and C satirizes him for wanting to get away with it.”

"It was a dark and gloomy evening with heavy cumulus clouds. We drove all the way to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city that had been abandoned for a long time - it was so remote that even homeless people didn't visit here. Fortunately, mobile phones And the signal."

"The book says that magic circles must be drawn to hold ceremonies. How do you describe it? It's different from the magic circles I found on the Internet and in occult books. The things depicted on them are even more weird, and it's hard to describe them in correct words. If you have to describe If it is, it should be that the non-Euclidean bodies on countless surfaces overlap together to form an extremely complex array."

"Fortunately, B has a talent for drawing. He thought he would have to paint the magic circle several times, but he finished it in one go. Using white chalk, he turned the magic circle with a diameter of three meters on the ground of the abandoned factory."

"The goat I brought in was very docile. I took it to eat some grass on the lawn outside, and when I pulled it into the abandoned factory, it licked my palm, as if thanking me for getting it out of the factory. The farm brought it out."

"I let it stand inside the magic circle, and A carefully held the hemp rope to prevent it from stepping on the magic circle."

"The next thing is the main event, the slaughter of goats. Although I went to the slaughterhouse in the countryside to copy it in order to overcome my fear, and even killed one with an air gun myself, the touch of the weather is not comparable to that of a bronze dagger."

In many areas, slaughtering livestock no longer requires hammering or cutting with a knife. Instead, a high-pressure air gun connected to an air cylinder is used to press the head of the livestock. Gently press the trigger, and the compressed gas is ejected, destroying the skull below in an instant. , Livestock lose consciousness before they have time to feel pain, efficient and fast, and will not make a mess of blood on the ground, mess around,
"I held up the dagger, and the blade was attached to the goat's neck. It seemed to sense something, and it stomped uncomfortably."

"A saw me hesitate, took the dagger from my hand, and let me stand outside the magic circle. He gently cut the goat's throat, and the blood spurted and splashed onto the Ouija board."

What followed was a large blank space, with only a few blurred pictures, roughly the extinguished candles around and the chalk-marked magic circle blown away by the wind.

".As we chanted the mantra, a strong wind blew up in the empty factory hall, and the candles were extinguished. I struggled to leave, but A held my hand tightly."

"The spiritual ritual cannot be interrupted, absolutely not."

"The wind blew the remaining fur of the goats, the torrential rain beat on the dusty glass windows of the factory, the sound of footsteps came and went, and some, things, stood around us,
It was dark all around, cold breath came from my shoulders, I trembled in fear, the voice of chanting the incantation became softer, but A standing beside me was almost shouting, the sound of the incantation was deafening, his face was full of determination, let I barely recognize him. "

"Suddenly, the unexplained wind in the factory stopped. I vaguely heard the voice of the deceased relative. A obviously heard it too. He called the name of his younger brother who died of leukemia."

"But soon, the Ouija board began to vibrate and broke immediately. I got what I wanted, but A didn't have it yet. He looked at the broken Ouija board thoughtfully and told me in a low voice that he wanted to borrow it. That German book."

"Despite my protests, he succeeded. He stole the book. When I realized it and rushed to his house, A had already performed the spiritual ceremony alone in the garage, passed out, and went to the hospital. Doctors are of no avail, and A has not woken up until now, we have found an occultist from England, and hope he can help."

The post was interrupted here, and Li Ang noticed that the last posting date just stayed last night.

"A occultist from England?" Li Ang raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself, "Interesting."

(End of this chapter)