Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 943 - 379: Methods of Planting Evidence (Part 3)

Chapter 943: Chapter 379: Methods of Planting Evidence (Part 3)

"Are all these people transformed into mice?" Turtle Mountain Taoist asked the Painter.

Turtle Mountain Taoist still wanted to fool the Earth Abyss Evil Mice, so if he sent in people who were transformed into mice, wouldn’t that expose the plan?

Therefore, when he took Zhou Xuan’s Pocket Watch and went to the Painter to request people, he made a special point to clarify that the live people sent for the ritual must not be transformed into mice.

"Rest assured, they’re all very clean Mingjiang people. We’ve repeatedly warned against believing the rumors of those transformed into mice, slandering the Great Master. These five troublemakers, stubbornly spreading malicious rumors, I just brought them in."

"Alright, they don’t have any spiritual power, do they?"

"No, they haven’t even lit incense, just a bit of heart." The Painter finished speaking and used the "Space Law" again to leave Turtle Mountain Taoist Temple.

As soon as the Painter left, Zhou Xuan arrived.

"Great Master."

"Are the materials ready?"

Zhou Xuan glanced at the five large live people tied up like dumplings on the ground. There were both men and women, each with their eyes covered by a black cloth and a tight wad of cloth in their mouths.

The five could not make any sound, only able to twist on the ground like worms.

"The people have arrived, the materials are here too, we can start making the Paperman, preparing for the ritual."

Turtle Mountain Taoist confidently declared.

"Hmm."

Zhou Xuan responded, counting on his fingers, planning for Turtle Mountain Taoist, he said: "Old Turtle, let me count for you: five people, five roles, among them two people will play the parents of little brother,

the other two will play the neighbors of the little brother,

the last person will play the Underworld Messenger holding the Water and Fire Stick."

Zhou Xuan remembered when he was in Soul Shepherd City, a large group of spirits were mechanically walking on the bridge, but among the group, there was an Underworld Messenger patrolling back and forth with a Water and Fire Stick.

He wanted to perform the play "Soul Shepherd City Descends," without that Underworld Messenger, it wouldn’t quite feel right.

"Is there still the matter of the Underworld Messenger?"

Turtle Mountain Taoist was completely at a loss: "Great Master, I’ve told you before—performing the ritual, if it’s for a deity statue, requires using evil artifacts. The Underworld Messenger is also a kind of deity statue.

"No one is asking you to really create an Underworld Messenger, just make a Paperman, dress it in the Underworld Messenger’s clothes, and give it the Water and Fire Stick, it will have the appearance of the Messenger."

Zhou Xuan gently coaxed.

"Oh, understood."

Hearing this, Turtle Mountain Taoist began to work, first creating the rough base, he poured out the Paper Mache materials from the snakeskin bag, found bamboo strips, thin ropes, and started weaving the bamboo frame.

The Paperman is not entirely made of paper, with bamboo strips as the skeleton, then filled with straw. Once the rough base was made, it was covered with cloth and colored paper, finally painted with touches using a wolf hair brush.

Zhou Xuan, as the overseer, sat in a bamboo chair beside, observing, and noticed that Turtle Mountain Taoist was very skilled at Paper Mache.

"Old Turtle, have you made paper figures before?"

"I... before I became a Taoist, I was a Paper Mache Master, making paper horses, papermen, and paper houses for the dead, it was my specialty." Turtle Mountain Taoist’s hands on the bamboo strips were very nimble. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Then why did you become a Taoist?"

"Being a Taoist is great, no heavy taxes, less hard labor, although there are some precepts to follow, it’s better than being exploited by others."

Turtle Mountain Taoist said here, gesturing with his right hand, indicating "nine," he said: "When I was a Paper Mache Master, I was starving three days out of nine. Since becoming a Taoist, I’ve grown meat, been well-fed and chubby."

Zhou Xuan, smiling serenely, thought the Taoist profession indeed suited the leisurely Turtle.

In less than an hour, the rough bases of five Papermen were completed, Turtle Mountain Taoist deftly filled inside the Papermen with straw, packing it tightly.

And the cloth and colored paper used for skin, Turtle Mountain Taoist also finished illustrating.

With these done, Turtle Mountain Taoist began the ritual preparation.

He lit an incense stick, first approached a woman, and removed the cloth from her mouth.

The woman immediately screamed sharply.

"Who are you people? Let me go, let me go!"

Turtle Mountain Taoist immediately drew a line on the woman’s cheek with the wooden end of the incense, and a blood mark appeared.

Blood oozed out,

Turtle Mountain Taoist dipped the incense in the blood, lit it with a tinder, a wisp of murky mist spewed, striking the woman’s face.

The woman, smelling the incense, immediately stopped opening her mouth to howl, her mouth hung open numbly.

"What’s your name?"

Turtle Mountain Taoist asked softly.

"I... I’m... Yu Ru."

"No, you are Mao Qin." Turtle Mountain Taoist said.

Mao Qin was the mother of the little brother.

"I’m Mao Qin, I’m Mao Qin." The woman kept repeating Turtle Mountain Taoist’s words.

Turtle Mountain Taoist then used the incense to waft over the woman, saying: "You are already dead, the Daoist can help you revive, Ghost returning to life."

"Daoist save me." Even the woman’s plea was so mechanical.

Turtle Mountain Taoist nodded and asked again: "To let you return to life, you must know where your five organs are, tell me, where is your heart?"

"It’s... it’s... here."

The woman wanted to move her hand, but because it was tied up, her hand couldn’t move at all, yet she already intended to point to her heart’s location, her heart beating wildly as if it was going to jump out.

Turtle Mountain Taoist used the incense to scent his right hand for a while, then reached into the woman’s chest, penetrating deep inside. When his hand was pulled out again, he cradled a beating heart.

The heart thumped and shrank, still pumping.