Chapter 648: Breaking the Yin Formation
Fan Mingliang didn't expect that Yang Fan knew about these things. His legs became weak and he fell to the ground. The box in his hand rolled on the ground without any force, and the wreckage of the baby in the box fell to the ground.
Looking at the baby's remains exposed under the red cloth, Fan Mingliang felt a chill on his back, and he continued to stubbornly speak, "...The doctor said that if I had sent it earlier, my son would not die..."
"It was those people who blocked the road and refused to let my parents go out, which delayed my son..."
"Now my son is gone, and my wife has run away with others, they are all the troubles...I am right!"
Qiao Ci'an gritted his teeth and cursed, "It's hateful that those people block the road and refuse to walk, but as parents, you are the culprits who kill the child for fun!"
"Ensure you kill your son, you will dig out his body and make a Yin-Strike formation, which will cause his soul to dissipate. There is no possibility of reincarnation. How could there be a vicious father like you in the world!"
Yang Fan squatted down and wrapped the baby's remains with a red cloth, and did not put him back in the box, and quickly drew a talisman with his fingers. In an instant, the red cloth ignited a fire, and the flames spread and burned along the yin energy.
It is like a large red net wrapping the entire mountain, clearing away the yin energy of the entire mountain.
The soul dissipated, and the corpse was made into storm-like eyes. It was the best result for him to turn the child's corpse into a part of this mountain. Perhaps the vitality of this mountain in the future will give him the possibility of rebirth.
Everything has spirits, maybe it will turn into a plant, or a small animal...
Master Fan Yi and Taoist Wuxu folded their hands together, looked at the remains of the baby in the flames, looked compassionate, and chanted the mantra of rebirth in their mouths.
Qiao Ci'an sighed lightly and recited the mantra of rebirth with them. "The Supreme Emperor's Decree, you will be the only one who is lonely and ghostly, and you will be grateful to all four lives..."
Although this child has no possibility of reincarnation, at least this will make them feel better.
(Note: Taoism and Buddhism’s rebirth mantras are different. Sister Fan used the Buddhist rebirth mantras before.)
The low and sacred mantra echoed over the flames. Qi Ming’s fingers moved slightly, injecting some ghost power into their mantras, strengthening the effect of the mantras.
Whether this child has the chance to enter the cycle of reincarnation in his human body depends on his luck. "What are you doing? Don't burn my child!" Fan Mingliang's consciousness was restored and hurriedly stepped forward to put out the fire and snatched the child's bones back. The moment his hand touched the flames, a big blister was scalded with his palm.
"Ah! It hurts so much!"
Fan Mingliang covered his burned hand and wailed twice, hurriedly looking for the branches beside him to put out the fire. Before the branches could touch the flames, they were bounced away by a force.
At the same time Fan Mingliang flew out and smashed heavily on the old locust tree.
"Give me back...Give me my child back..." Fan Mingliang stretched out his hand with a painful expression.
I don’t know how reluctant he was to leave his child, but in fact, he wanted to take away the child’s bones when he saw the Yin Formation failed and used the same trick again.
Yang Fan and the others ignored him. Soon, the child's bones and the yin energy on the entire mountain were burned out.
The villagers in the village could not see the yin energy, but they could see that the mountain seemed different from before. They felt that the trees had turned green, and the trees looked gray before.
Zhong Zhengqi, at the foot of the mountain, saw the changes on the mountain and patted Li Wenlin excitedly, "Wenlin, this mountain seems to have returned to normal!"
Li Wenlin proudly said, "You don't see who will take action." Yang Fan has come, and the problem in this village will inevitably be solved.
Zhong Zhengqi sighed, "It must be Master Yang is so powerful..."
Suddenly, he saw several tombs that had not been moved away in the distance, and thought uncontrollably that the problem of this mountain was solved. Does that mean that there is no problem for the ancestral tomb to continue to be buried here...
Then they have moved away, should they move the ancestral tombs back? Will the ancestors get angry?
If I had known that Master Yang was so powerful, I would have forced those people to pay for money to invite Master Yang. Although it was a bit expensive, it would be a treatment for the symptoms and root causes.
Unlike the two old Taoists who could only let them move their ancestral graves to avoid disaster, they could not solve the problem of this mountain.
Hey, if I had known that I should have moved the ancestral tomb a little slower, I shouldn't have moved the ancestral tomb so quickly... A hint of regret flashed in Zhong Zhengqi's eyes.
Li Wenlin was next to him. Although he couldn't hear his mental activities, he could see his thoughts from his expression changes. He shook his head secretly. This old classmate was fence-bearing and had a weak will. He probably won't be able to sit in this position for a long time...
Yang Fan kicked the wooden box back to Fan Mingliang, "If you like this box so much, leave it for yourself as an urn."
The Yin Formation is not so easy to use. Once it backfires, it will be bankrupt and will be plagued by illness, and at worst it will be lost.
It was dark in front of Fan Mingliang's forehead, and there were not many days to live.
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"It's over... everything is over..." Fan Mingliang looked at the ground where the child was just now, his face as if dead.
Fan Mingliang made this Zhaoyin Formation and wanted to retaliate against the villagers not because of his children, but because he owed a lot of gambling debts.
The reason why his wife left him was not because the child died, but because he had no money and had to help him pay off his gambling debts. He ran away with others
He was paranoid that it was the Fang family who forced their family to move their ancestral graves and cut off their family's fortune, which made him lose every time he gambled and his wife betrayed her.
So when someone comes to him, he says that using his child's corpse to make a yin formation can bring the blessings of this mountain to their ancestral tombs, so that people with the ancestral tombs in the village will be in trouble.
He will be lucky and win every bet, and from then on he will reach the peak of his life.
Fan Mingliang believed it, so he carried his parents on his back to dig out the child's body at night and buried the child under the locust tree on the top of the mountain according to the method that the man told him.
As expected, the old man of the Chen family died the day after the child was buried, and the rest of the village began to suffer bad luck one after another.
He went to play cards and could win every bit, but never lost. He even won a lot of electronic gambling online, and he still had a lot of money left after paying off all the gambling debts he owed.
Fan Mingliang also expects this formation to win more money and drive a luxury car to live in a villa.
As a result, two stinky Taoist priests came to the village for no reason and saw that something was wrong with the mountain. They asked those people to move the ancestral tombs away. After the tombs were moved, their fortunes were not so smooth.
But he couldn't stop him, so he could only worry, but fortunately the child's corpse was there and those things were still there.
When he goes to the master to give advice and re-arrange the formation, his fortune will continue.
But now the child's corpse has been cheated and the box has been destroyed, and everything is over.
These are all these damn stinky Taoist priests who cut off their wealth!
"You damn stinky Taoist priests, you pay my child and my fortune!" Fan Mingliang roared, his face so crazy that he was distorted.