The chaos wrinkled and the light and shadows were mottled, and dust in the cave kept shattering. The man who kept saying how he loved you was actually thundering, trying to kill Hu Shanshan on the spot.

Just as Zhang Shuishu raised the folding steel shovel, Hu Shanshan rolled over and a clay pot was cut into pieces by the sharp blade of the steel shovel, and the round colored balls inside were also split into pieces, revealing gray-brown bone pieces.

In a trance, a golden light flashed in front of him, causing Zhang Shuaishuai to shivered.

"Da Shanshan..." Zhang Shuishu woke up in a daze. Although he was still resentful and hatred in his heart, it was obviously within a controllable range.

I saw him holding Hu Shanshan's violent body and muttering a few words against the wall of his ear.

Hu Shanshan woke up like a heavy fog, shook her head and bit her thin lips hard, only then could she overcome her anger and resentment.

She looked at Zhang Shuishu. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Zhang Shuishu shouting with her eyes closed: "Da Shanshan, don't look at the things in the clay pot..."

If you say you don’t want to look, but if you really avoid your eyes, you will find it difficult to control yourself. There are noises in your ears, like a magical voice whispering, making you unable to help but want to look down.

In the end, Hu Shanshan couldn't control herself and looked down. When she looked at her, she found that the colorful balls in the pottery jar were rolling around, revealing her hideous and terrifying faces. The face was painted on the ball with colorful paint. The painter was evil and mysterious, with endless evil nature, like an evil spirit climbing and an evil spirit. Just one glance made people feel resentful and wanted to lose their temper for no reason.

"Don't look, it can give rise to your inner resentment, that is, the devil!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Shanshan quickly withdrew her gaze and looked at Zhang Shuishu. It took a lot of trouble to drag Hu Che and Han Meimei back out of the stone gate.

Even when his uncle and sister-in-law arrived inside the stone gate, she still fisted and threatened to beat the other person to death.

Zhang Shuishu closed the stone door again, took a few breaths of clean air, turned around and said to Hu Shanshan, "Da Shanshan, I just got so angry that I said that to you. Don't take it to your heart!"

Hu Shanshan snorted and smiled, rubbed Zhang Shuishu's shoulders, and glanced at him sideways, "Is it really important that I take it or not? Anyway, you really want to sleep with me,"

Zhang Shuaishuai was anxious and circled around the goddess: "Oh, that's all anger, how can you take it seriously?"

Hu Shanshan glared coldly and wrinkled her nose at him.

"But it's strange to say. What are the things in those clay pots? Why can you make people so angry when you look at it?"

While talking, Hu Che and Han Meimei had enough fights and tried their best to make themselves clear.

"Ah! Da Hu, what's wrong with you? The head is covered with blood, who did it?"

In fact, Han Meimei knew in her heart that it was her masterpiece. This kind of evil obstacle would make people angry and so angry that they wanted to kill the other party, but it was definitely not purely possessed by evil, but it happened under a conscious situation.

In other words, Hu Che and Han Meimei were both sober at that time, but they were hard to control themselves by losing their temper for no reason. Just like some criminals suddenly realized that it was wrong after committing crimes and regretted it. But can you say that they were unconscious or did not have subjective judgments of right and wrong? Most of them were disturbed by emotions?

Hu Che also understood in a daze, touched the blood on his face, then looked at Han Meimei, who was in a very bad situation, and laughed: "Uh..., sister-in-law, you are too!... What happened just now? I seem to be out of pieces!"

Can you not know whether there is any fragment? It’s just that everyone can’t face what they do, pretending to be ignorant and tacitly informed.

Hu Che patted his forehead, as if he had experienced an amnesia. After suffering a while, he ran to Zhang Shuaishuai and asked, "The situation was so bad just now, everyone was possessed of evil. Why can you be fine?"

Everyone looked at Zhang Shuishu in unison, wondering in their hearts.

In that case, it is difficult to stop the anger in his heart. Why can he do it?

Facing the scrutinized eyes of everyone, Zhang Shuaishuai froze, pulled out a pendant from the neckline, and grinned his white teeth: "Because I am merciful!"

“…”

"Damn, you are not serious, are you? Do you believe in Buddhism?"

Zhang Shuishu tucked the Guanyin Bodhisattva hanging around his neck, chanted Amitabha Buddha and explained: "Da Shanshan, since I confessed to you four years ago and was rejected, do you know how I spent the past four years?"

Hu Shanshan narrowed her eyes and looked at him with contempt and asked, "How did you live? Eat vegetarian food and practice Buddhism?"

"It's not right!" Zhang Shuai's eyebrows collapsed, and he took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with the corner of his clothes. He said, "We were just in college at that time and were childish. Seeing that my love failed, I rode my bicycle to Jiming Temple to burn incense every week, hoping to impress the Buddha with devotion and give you to me..."

Hu Shanshan heard the black thread and thought to herself, why should the Buddha give me to you? It’s not the Buddha’s turn to arrange a marriage!

But then again, Zhang Shuishu said something awkward, obviously a reason that was so inferior.

"Shuai Shuai, let's put our personal grudges back first. Can you tell me why you know that the things in the clay pot cannot be seen? Why are we so angry when we look at it?"

Hu Che and Han Meimei were also eager to know that this was so weird.

Zhang Shuishu scratched his neck and said, "That thing may be a chant urn, also known as monk miasma, which is a kind of Lingnan witchcraft."

Everyone looked at each other, it was the first time they heard about this thing.

"It is said that everything in the world has both yin and yang. The more yang is, the deeper it is. Just like a human hand, only if there is a back of the hand will have a palm. It also seems that there will be night during the day. No matter what it is, there will be a positive side, there will be a negative side."

Zhang Shuishu said as he took out a coin from his pocket and took out a round biscuit from his backpack.

"For example, this steel tart and biscuit. Look, the size of the front of the coin is, the back of the coin must be as big as its back; the same is true if it is replaced with a biscuit, the volume and the reverse of the front must be the same..."

"Damn, Shuishu, are you going to teach us philosophy?"

Hu Shanshan asked impatiently and urged him to talk about the topic immediately.

Zhang Shuishu put on his glasses and continued, "I heard that the method of Yintouweng's production was to use the Buddhist method of harmonizing yin and yang. First, he found a monk who was enlightened and asked him to sit down and recite the Daluo Heart Sutra Mantra. During this process, he kept spitting on his head with clay clay until the monk couldn't make a sound, and then chopped it off with a knife, rolled his head into a ball in the clay clay and burned it into an urn.

The fired head urn needs to be placed in the Yin Tide Hole for 9981 days, then placed in the Yang area with sunlight and exposed to the sun for 9981 days, soaking the tide water for 9981 days, and burying the male Yang essence into 9981 days..."

Hearing this, Han Meimei suddenly raised her hand and stopped: "Wait..., what is the male yang spirit land?"

A group of crows flew over his head again, quacking.

Zhang Shuishu didn't really think that Ms. Han Meimei would suddenly ask a question, and was stunned.

At this time, Hu Che grabbed Han Meimei's arm and said, "It's probably the place where the old virgin often pee!...Oh, sister-in-law, don't ask questions randomly, let the four-eyed boy finish the words."

Hu Che said, looking at Zhang Shuaishuai, rubbed his hands and asked, "This thing is both sunny and soaked. Doesn't it weather or crack?"

Zhang Shuishu coughed lightly and said, "Yintou Weng is a witchcraft in Lingnan, which is a secret evil technique, not a procedure for me in just a few sentences. But what is certain is that the ball urn has been tempered by the technique of yin and yang mixing, and the surface will have a hideous human face, like a devil roaring, mysterious and terrifying. The so-called Yin and Yang are reversed, the more profound the Buddhist scriptures are, the more demonic the monks are made."

When everyone heard this, they felt relieved and nodded.

"In other words, Yintou Weng's selection of materials is Buddha, and the devil is born after the yin and yang are reversed. We just got the devil's way."

Zhang Shuishu nodded: "What makes Yintou Weng infinitely magnify the resentment in people's hearts. It is precisely because of the use of people's emotions. I think, who is born with a good temper and spotless? And as long as there is a trace of resentment, it may be infinitely magnified. The other party may just step on your foot, or you just dislike her a picking action, which may become your motive for killing her..."

Hu Shanshan couldn't help but be shocked, and she swallowed her throat for a while: "I'll go! This is a demon!"
Chapter completed!