Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

The sun shines in the sky, and the green mountains and plains sing birdsong.

Yang Fan was woken up by the alarm, and the warm sunlight shone on his delicate cheeks through the screen window.

Opening his eyes, he wanted to recall the wonderful time with Jiang Yue in his dream, but the more he thought about it, the more blurred he became. Yang Fan turned over and sat up, picked up his phone and opened the chat window of Jiang Yue in Weichat.

It is still the system prompt for adding friends initially.

Should not be!

Since you took the initiative to add friends, you should send a message.

Hard to catch?

Yang Fan, who had been in love for three months, felt that it must be so.

OK, let's see who lasts longer!

Hold on, you can win!

Get down to business first.

Putting down his phone, Yang Fan picked up the "Compendium of Sacrifice" from his pillow and looked through it, keeping all the elements firmly in his heart, and then dressed and washed.

At seven o'clock, everything was packed, and Yang Fan went out with a bamboo basket in his left hand and a rooster in his right hand.

"Morning, aunt!"

"Morning Xiaofan, what are you doing here?"

"Bring incense to grandpa."

"Oh, how filial!"

Greeting the villagers all the way, Yang Fan came to the village chief's house, "Good morning, third grandpa!"

Yang Zhenxing is the father of the village chief and the cousin of Grandpa Yang Fan. He is still strong in his 70s, and he is chopping firewood in the yard with an axe. "Xiao Fan wants to offer incense to your grandpa?"

"Well, third grandpa, please help me prepare."

Yang Fan took out the frozen pork that he bought yesterday from the basket, "I want the third grandpa to go to the pond to catch a piece of fresh fish, just follow the method of worshiping the gods during the Chinese New Year, and I'll bring it over after I cut the chicken."

"Understood." The old man understood immediately, "I'll make it for you myself in a while."

Yang Zhenxing knew that Grandpa Yang knew Fengshui, and at this time, Shangxiang might have explained or said something to his grandson before his death.

"Thank you Third Grandfather, this is fish money." Yang Fan put 50 yuan on the table.

"You kid, didn't you Maitai Third Grandpa!" Yang Zhenxing blew his beard and stared.

After leaving the village chief's house, Yang Fan went to Grandpa Houshan's grave, carefully cleaned up the weeds on the grave, and laid out the seven paper money with runes on the ground.

Then light the joss stick.

The three incense sticks and two candles are divided into four groups in the southeast, northwest, and placed in sequence with the front of the grave as the due east.

Then, Yang Fan grabbed the rooster's wings, bowed to the grave and worshiped three times devoutly, while silently reading the sacrificial words from the book in his heart.

Giving up, Yang Fan took out the rice bowl from the basket, poured clean water on it, and put the chopsticks on it.

Then he plucked the hair on the neck of the rooster, picked up the kitchen knife to calm down, and cut the neck of the rooster.

Blood gushed out and spilled into the bowl.

Yang Fan hurriedly put down the kitchen knife, picked up the chopsticks and stirred gently.

When the blood was dripping, Yang Fan grabbed the dying rooster and let the remaining blood drip onto pieces of paper money.

Finally, put the rooster in front of the grave, bow down again and bow three times.

After the rooster died completely, Yang Fan let out a long breath, collected the paper money and took the dick home with him.

At eleven o'clock in the noon, Yang Fan took the time to boil water with firewood, burn incense and bathe, dress neatly, and then check the items in the two baskets again.

On the left is a basket of joss sticks, paper money and firecrackers.

The basket on the right is a tribute, with a whole chicken in the middle, blanched pork, fried fish pieces, white rice, tea, wine, and fruits around.

After confirming that there is no problem, I went to the back mountain with a basket at 11:30, step by step, steadily.

Twelve o'clock sharp.

Yang Fan followed the steps he had rehearsed several times in his mind, lit the joss sticks on time, and placed them in all directions.

Amidst the sound of firecrackers, three knocks and nine prayers were offered.

Then he knelt in front of the grave, solemnly picked up the paper money, and lit them on the four candles.

"Grandpa, take the money."

"Spend whatever you want, my grandson is so poor now that I have paper money left, I don't have enough money to entrust my dream to me, as much as I want..."

"I beg grandpa to bless my grandson, let me have good luck, a successful career, a happy love, and a safe life..."

"I wish grandpa smooth sailing in the underworld, occupying a few more hills to dominate one side, so that when grandson goes down one day, there will be a good place to go..."

As Yang Fan expressed his wish in his heart, the paper money burned in the flames and turned into green smoke and slowly lifted into the sky.

Yang Fan found that the smoke produced by burning paper this time was different from the past, and it lasted for a long time until the end of the high-altitude field of vision.

Vaguely, one by one runes were entwined around the smoke and intertwined with each other, finally freezing to present an illusory figure.

Wearing a high crown and an ancient brocade official uniform, holding a token in his hand, he spit out a distant voice that echoed in his mind.

"Quite~~~"

Yang Fan was overjoyed, it was obviously a success!

After one is burned, another one will come.

This burning paper can be particular.

In the past, when he worshiped gods and offered incense, he burned stacks of yellow paper money, which was purely polluting the air.

Paper money with yin and yang symbols drawn on them cannot be burnt at the same time.

Because Yang Fan has no magic power, he needs to rely on the yang energy in his body to open the yin and yang channel to send the paper money there.

As a mortal, if the burning is too intense at once, it is very likely that people will lose their yang energy.

Then there is no need to burn it, just go straight down to see Hades.

This is also the reason for choosing to burn paper from noon to sun.

However, Yang Fan never expected that when the third sheet was burned, his kneeling legs began to tremble, and his body was cold and sweating despite the scorching sun above his head.

When the third one was burned, Yang Fan's whole body trembled like he was shaking, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he almost fell over.

"No way..."

Yang Fan felt his body was going to be hollowed out, more empty than three times a day.

Don't dare to burn it again, there is one more step to do later.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, slowed down for a while, got up and picked up the tribute basket, with the chicken head facing forward, bowed three times in four directions.

Li Cheng!

Yang Fan stood there for a while, recalled that there was no problem with his steps, so he packed his things and went down the mountain.

I can't stand it any longer.

After struggling to get home, Yang Fan fell directly on the bed and passed out.

……

Underworld.

Wasteland, Jiutou Mountain Baguiling.

Yang Jianye, who was wearing a moon-white cloak, stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by hundreds of ghost soldiers scattered on the bare hills.

All of them had bitter faces, their chests stuck to their backs from hunger.

Just now, they resisted and repelled another group of invading forces, and many little ghosts were injured.

"My lord, the time has come, why haven't you come yet, the young master must have missed the time, right?"

A burly man stepped forward to ask, his face full of worry. This man is the number one ghost general in Zhengrong Cave and a think tank. Yang Jianye's right-hand man is named Bai Zhanao.

Today is the auspicious day of the zodiac. If Yang Fan didn't burn the money, the next time would be half a month later.

That was tough.

Yang Jianye and his group have run out of food for quite some time.

If there is another attack from other forces, I am afraid that even the poor hills where they have settled down will be taken away.

"Wait a little longer, the commander-in-chief told me again and again that after reading the outline, Fan'er will definitely choose to sacrifice today."

Yang Jianye knew his grandson well, he was always obedient, and he must take what he repeatedly emphasized to heart.

And it's only three quarters in the afternoon, and there is still half an hour before the best time is over.

After another ten minutes, just as Yang Jianye was also muttering, wondering if something went wrong, he suddenly felt blessed and looked up at the sky.

"Here we come!" Yang Jianye laughed and raised his finger to the sky.

"Coming?" Bai Zhanao followed.

I saw one piece after another of glittering paper money floating slowly in this direction.

The surrounding ghost generals and Yin soldiers also noticed, and there was a commotion immediately, and they all got up and showed ecstasy.

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