On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

Looking at Zhang Lingchuan's back, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He is only a few years older than me, how did he develop such a skill?

While resting on the road, I hesitantly asked him if he could also teach me.

Zhang Lingchuan sneered, raised his leg and kicked me: "I asked you to work as a coolie and you still want to steal from me? What a beautiful idea!"

The foot didn't hurt, but I squatted on the dirt and didn't dare to say anything.

Perhaps he was bored, so when we set off again, Zhang Lingchuan took the initiative to mention the victory-weary curse to me.

I thought that victory-weariness was a method of suppressing enemies through curses.

Speaking of being tired of winning, everyone is most familiar with the story of Chen Ajiao in the Western Han Dynasty who used witchcraft to be demoted to Nagato.

The most well-known techniques are piercing villains, carving puppets, and burying horoscopes.

What I have often heard my grandfather mention since I was a child is the carpenter's style of winning, which is also known as Luban Shu.

There is such a story recorded in "Notes of the Yuedui Caotang":

A son of a rich family was addicted to gambling, but his wife refused to listen to her advice. She repeatedly lost gambling and the house was mortgaged. His wife was so worried that she could not sleep. One night, the husband went to gamble again, and the wife waited at home until late at night, feeling drowsy.

Suddenly I heard the sound of dice rolling, it was not loud but very clear and it was nearby.

She followed the sound and found it came from the beams in the main hall. She took a ladder and climbed up to the beam, and found that there were four wooden figures on the beam, playing dice around a small table. The six dice in the small bowl only showed the numbers one, two, and three, not four or five. ,six.

At this time, she suddenly realized that she gently turned the six dice into four, five, and six, and then went back to sleep.

From then on, her husband won every loss and slowly won back the lost property.

One night, her husband was going to gamble again. The wife picked up a pair of scissors and said sternly: "You can't go tonight. If you go, I will fight you to the death! I have something to tell you."

She asked her husband to sit down and waited until it was quiet in the middle of the night. She heard the sound of dice being thrown again.

She led her husband up the ladder to the beam, showed him the four wooden gamblers and the dice, and told him that the reason why he was addicted to gambling was because of the four wooden gamblers.

The reason why he repeatedly lost gambling was because the numbers on the six dice were all one, two, and three. Later, she turned them into four, five, and six, and he repeatedly won. Now that he has recovered his capital, he can no longer If you make a bet, you must destroy the thing causing trouble.

They burned the four wooden men and the dice to ashes, and Wenfu never gambled again.

Later, they heard that an old carpenter in the city died of a sudden illness. His whole body was charred and black, as if it were on fire.

Zhang Lingchuan said, however, that there are far more techniques involved in the "Weaning of Victory" than what everyone generally knows.

Take the Kingdom of Siam as an example. They use white Azan and black Azan to distinguish whether the magic practiced by wizards is good or evil.

The aversion to victory is actually divided into auspicious aversion to victory and curse aversion to victory.

But it has been passed down to this day that Master Yansheng often uses curses to harm people.

The Spring Festival couplets, door gods and even pepper pictures that ward off evil spirits that we stick on our doorsteps are all auspicious and can have the effect of warding off evil spirits and suppressing evil spirits.

The most widely spread auspicious form of winning is money, which is what we often call lucky money.

Only then did I realize that the art of hating victory is so closely related to our daily lives.

After walking for who knows how long, Zhang Lingchuan stabilized his figure and said in a deep voice: "We're here."

This is a rundown village.

I followed Zhang Lingchuan's gaze and saw a huge vermilion coffin parked in an empty space in the village.

Paper money filled the sky to clear the way, and faint cries could be heard from inside.

An old woman knelt down in front of the coffin, burning incense and lighting wax. She looked grief-stricken. There was a large iron bucket next to her, which seemed to be burning the deceased's relics.

There were a lot of yellow talisman papers affixed to the outside of the coffin.

I once peeked at the strange rune style in Yu Shunyi’s room. It’s called the Ghost Suppressing Talisman!

I immediately understood that the boss must have noticed something strange about this body, so he dragged me away for a long time to get here.

The boss talks about making money, presumably because he wants to solve this troublesome problem for them so that he can collect some Tongtong Yuanbao.

The strong man caught a glimpse of the two of us and subconsciously took out the guy's pose: "The ancestors are lifting the coffin, Mr. Trouble, please give way."

I quickly pulled Zhang Lingchuan and whispered: "They are going to have a funeral, let's get out of the way first."

Zhang Lingchuan pursed his lips and said nothing, blocking the way for the coffin to leave the funeral.

"You can't go to the funeral today."

Can't go to the funeral? I looked at Zhang Lingchuan with some confusion, not knowing what he meant.

After the old woman burned the paper money, she glanced at us coldly.

"Leave them alone and lift the coffin!"

After receiving the order, several strong men raised the coffin with a loud shout, and then several people worked hard to lift the coffin.

The strange thing is that the strong men gritted their teeth with blue veins on their faces, and the coffin seemed to be filled with thousands of kilograms of iron and lead, motionless.

Finally, they were so exhausted that they had no choice but to lower their voices and say to the old woman: "Grandma Wang, there is something strange in the coffin!"

I was also a little curious and asked quickly: "Boss, what's going on?"

The sun at noon is very poisonous. How could such a strange thing happen? It's so evil.

Zhang Lingchuan lit a cigarette and spoke lightly amid the smoke.

"How much injustice a person suffered before death will weigh heavily after death."

"Even if we call dozens of men, they still won't be able to lift the coffin."

After saying that, he turned the cigarette upside down, put it to his mouth and blew lightly.

The yellow talisman paper attached to the coffin actually slipped off!

The yellow talisman falls, the coffin rises, and the ghost is looking for you in the middle of the night!

Several strong men looked at each other. Wang Po's face turned pale with fright, and she knelt down in front of Zhang Lingchuan with a plop.

"We were blind and failed to realize that you are the Dharma King who reaches the heavens."

"Please help my daughter-in-law resolve her grievances so that she can be reincarnated!"

As she spoke, she sobbed a few times, but did not squeeze out tears.

I felt it was strange that they were more afraid of the coffin than sad, and they didn't seem like a family.

Zhang Lingchuan didn't say he would help, nor did he say he wouldn't help.

He asked the old woman to tell him what happened.

Wang Po sighed.

"A few months ago, my son fell to his death while going up the mountain to cut firewood, and my daughter-in-law became pregnant at that time. It was inevitable that rumors would spread in the village. She was so angry that she hanged herself!"

As she said this, Grandma Wang burst into tears again, singing lamentations in her mouth.

I was so frightened after hearing this that I hurriedly asked in Zhang Lingchuan's ear.

"I heard that a woman who hangs herself with her child will become both a mother and a child. If it is not dealt with in time, it may bring harm to the whole village."

Zhang Lingchuan took a long puff of cigarette and glanced at me: "You know a lot, little brat."

Mrs. Wang said that as long as Zhang Lingchuan could suppress her daughter-in-law's grievances, she would pay no matter how much money she had!

Zhang Lingchuan only sneered: "Are you willing no matter how much money you spend? You guys have such a big tone."

The strong men behind Mrs. Wang became impatient and raised their hoes at us viciously.

"If you can help, help. If you can't, just get out of here!"

"Do you really think that we are bluffing? I don't care what evil spirit is in the coffin, just burn it all with fire!"

Zhang Lingchuan threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stared at them coldly: "Let's see who dares!"

Wang Po was angry, and her needle-like eyes suddenly showed murderous intent.

"Which profession among the eight sects are you from, and you dare to meddle in our affairs?"

Zhang Lingchuan ignored her. Instead, he pointed at the coffin and ordered me.

"Yu Tianyi, take good care of this coffin. If there is anything wrong with our employer, you are the only one I can ask."

I hurriedly nodded in agreement, stepped on my horse and stood in front of the coffin.

However, I looked at him in surprise.

What did Zhang Lingchuan just say? Is the thing in this coffin his employer?

Hearing this, the old lady Wang showed fear: "Are you the Zhang Lingchuan who makes money from dead people?"