Chapter 139 It’s Broken, Xiao Ma Was Right.

Chapter 140 It’s broken, Xiao Ma was right

Zhang Xiao watched Myrtle leave without looking back, and then looked at the thing in front of him, with a look of confusion on his face.

The other four little wizards also stood there blankly. After a while, Hermione asked curiously:

"Why did Myrtle’s tears just shed sparkle?"

"Those are ‘ghost tears’, a very rare thing, not the kind of thing Myrtle usually sheds."

Nick, who was almost headless, said enviously:

"It is only possible to shed when she is very excited or remembers the forgotten memory, which means that she has recovered some important memories.

We are all afraid of death or become ghosts because of obsession. We are born because of obsession and are trapped in obsession, so our memories are missing a lot"

This is true, Zhang Xiao nodded gently. If the memory does not dissipate, they are equivalent to encyclopedias, or even living fossils, then the treatment of these ghosts must not be like this.

If the memory does not fade, and he can manifest a physical body like Peeves, then wouldn't he be a ghost fairy?

At this moment, the ghosts around him slowly surrounded him, and their white and transparent bodies flickered like signal lights.

The fat monk stepped forward, looked at him anxiously and expectantly and asked:

"Zhang, you just let Myrtle taste the flavor, right? Please, can you let us taste it too? Just once, just once, I can't remember how long I haven't tasted the taste of food."

The kind ghost of Hufflepuff shed big drops of milky white tears, and his expression became sad:

"Before death came, my last thought was that I hadn't tasted the delicious apple pie at home. When I woke up, I found that I had become a ghost.

The obsession that made me become a ghost was food, but I couldn't taste the taste of food at all. This is the cruelest punishment!"

Nick, who was almost headless, nodded desperately, even though his head kept swinging back and forth on his neck, he didn't care.

Zhang Xiao pursed his lips and slowly looked around at the ghosts around him. Even Helena and Bloody Baron, who seemed to be indifferent, were beside him, looking at him expectantly.

Waving his hands in distress, signaling the ghosts to quiet down, Zhang Xiao said helplessly:

"It's not that I don't agree, but I don't know how. There are so many of you, so I have to do a ritual."

A ritual? Wait. How about a ritual?

It seems that I heard my dad talk about assessments and performance last time. I pulled at least a few hundred ghosts for him this time. Is it a big order?

"Wait a moment, I'll ask and give you an answer. If it doesn't work, I can only queue you up, once a day."

The ghosts hurriedly stepped back, made a "hush" gesture to each other, and looked at him gratefully.

Zhang Xiao took out the telescope and called it to his dad.

Malfoy was explaining to the three little ones who saw the telescope for the first time:

"Look, that's an oriental two-way mirror, it's magical, the two parties holding the mirror can talk anytime and anywhere."

Hermione's face flushed, and she said excitedly:

"I know! I saw it in "Magical Alchemy", but the manufacturing technology of the two-way mirror has been lost. It is a very, very precious alchemical prop!"

Ignoring the chattering of the four little wizards, after connecting with his father, Zhang Xiao quickly recounted the general situation.

Unexpectedly, his father seemed to have heard it wrong and asked a completely unrelated question

"Wait a minute, you just fiddled with it casually for a few times, and let the little ghost girl eat the sacrifice?"

Zhang Xiao was stunned. Is there any trick? Isn't this how you go to the grave?

Zhang Chengdao on the other side of the telescope has already doubted his life. Why does his son's set of techniques look like going to the grave, but there is blood traction, the tombstone is also there, and there are relics.

It's totally different!

It's not that easy to burn some incense for wandering ghosts. Zhang Chengdao felt that he couldn't understand the extraordinary events happening to his son.

Tired, Zhang Chengdao put the matter aside and couldn't think about it. Thinking too much would easily break his heart. After a while, he said:

"Performing a ritual is the best choice. We are Taoists. It's reasonable to satisfy the simple wishes of ghosts who have not committed any sins.

During the Zhongyuan Festival, we will burn some incense for those ghosts.

But this time is not a good time. I guess your mother and I can't leave during this period."

Can't leave? This is a rare thing. Zhang Xiao has never seen his father unable to leave.

He immediately asked curiously: "What happened? Even Dad can't leave?"

Zhang Chengdao said vaguely:

"Well, something happened in the Forbidden City. The reaction was huge. Experts said it was caused by ferric oxide. It was suppressed for the time being, but the matter must be dealt with. There is something locked underground. It is not peaceful.

Not only our Longhu Mountain. Okay, I can't say more."

Hiss! Zhang Xiao took a breath. This is a big deal! It's a pity that he can't go. He looked forward to it for a while, but he immediately lost his temper when he thought that he was not even a formal Taoist priest.

When I return to China for the ordination, I don't know if I can let my dad take me to broaden my horizons.

However, Zhang Chengdao gave a suggestion. He read a short passage of the sacrificial text. Because there were too many uncommon characters in it, he simply sent it directly with a communication talisman.

"Dig a big pit or a big basin, light a fire, recite the sacrificial text, throw it in, and put food behind the brazier, that's it!"

Listening to this extremely simple operation, Zhang Xiao asked doubtfully:

"Dad, are you sure it's so simple?"

Zhang Chengdao was silent for a while, and said depressedly: "The formal rituals can't be taught. Since you just fiddled so randomly and succeeded, I at least brought some formal sacrificial texts, it can't be ineffective, right?"

Zhang Xiao put down the telescope in his hand, facing the expectant eyes of the ghosts and the admiring eyes of the four little ones.

It's bad! Xiao Ma was right again, not only did it happen, but it was a big deal.

This prophet got a knife!

Sent the four people out to get some simple meals. It would be a waste to take too much. If it didn't work, we could only wait for Dad to make time to attend the ritual.

Let the ghosts line up, Zhang Xiao stretched out his wand, and conjured a huge stone basin.

Throw a fire talisman into the basin, and with a bang, a raging fire suddenly burned in the basin.

Zhang Xiao raised the sacrificial text and opened his mouth to read: "Qi Jin, Da Wei, Wei Er, etc., piously offer a variety of food and wine to the ghosts of Hogwarts!

Disciple Zhang Xiao is sad that these lonely ghosts have no temple in the Zhongyuan Festival, so I want to offer sacrifices to these ghosts and let the heaven and earth know! If you are awake, come and taste it. Alas!

Enjoy it!"

Boom! Zhang Xiao felt as if there was a thunder in his head, and a grand, distant, solemn and solemn breath came from nowhere.

The world was spinning in front of him, and he couldn't help closing his eyes and groaning.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a sky full of stars.

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