Because of the fighting, the small courtyard has long been in ruins.
Only a bit of foundation remains on both sides of the courtyard walls.
Fortunately, Jiefa used Buddhist beads to isolate the fluctuations, otherwise the whole village would have suffered.
Foundation-building monks can already crack mountains and rocks, cut off rivers, and the pressure of their magic power extends for miles around. Most Qi-training monks dare not approach for fear of being affected, let alone ordinary mortals.
There is undoubtedly a good weather today.
The sky is clear, the moon and stars are few and far between.
But the scenery on the collapsed ruins is really strange.
As the Taoist extracted it, the copper and gold powder on the two zombies gradually faded away, and the corpses changed into the appearance of their initial death. Then the flesh and blood rotted away, and the bones were like weathered sand and gravel, breaking into pieces with a light touch.
The scarlet evil energy wrapped around the Taoist's palm, turning into silk threads to mend the ghost, and then disappeared.
The ghost, who was about forty or fifty years old and wearing a mended gown, still had a stiff smile on his face.
"Amitabha."
Juefa broke the silence before him and asked, "Donor..."
"Xuncheng, a young student, cannot go beyond the three feet radius of the ancestral hall due to special reasons. He can only ask the juniors in the village to tell the Taoist priest and master about the situation."
"I hope the Taoist priest will bear with me for rural wine."
Xun Cheng said quickly.
At the same time, he held out the wine jar with both hands, fearing that if he was too late, he would become a dead soul at the hands of the red-haired Taoist.
What just happened was no illusion.
The evil ghost formed by kneading evil spirits and ghosts is like a ball of pure air in the hands of the Taoist. How can his little arms and legs be able to twist the opponent?
The red-haired Taoist didn't pay much attention. When he entered the small village, he saw the ghost in the ancestral hall.
This kind of ghost that is bound to a special place and cannot leave is called the earth-bound spirit in Japan and Japan.
The spiritual world has a relatively detailed classification of many ghosts, which are generally called road evil spirits or home evil spirits.
In the future, after having separate consciousness and magic power, he will have his own name, and he will become a kind of ghost in the monks' mouth.
Tu Shanjun looked up and down and realized that this ghost must be quite old and has good cultivation.
Although the gown was heavily patched and shabby, it looked surprisingly decent on him, as if the man in front of him was meant to wear a gown.
"Already prepared?"
While talking, Tu Shanjun took the wine jar over.
"No, no, the younger members of the family heard about two monks who were good at doing chivalry and righteousness. There is really nothing I can do about it."
It's good to talk.
From this point of view, the rumors are still somewhat credible.
I just didn't explain the situation clearly.
It’s really hard to explain clearly. After receiving a favor, you still need to spread the evil magic techniques used by Taoists everywhere. This will not only repay the kindness with enmity, but also make you feel uncomfortable.
Therefore, those seemingly evil spells were automatically ignored, and I had already found the answers to deal with them in my mind, and then beautified them to make them extraordinary.
"This altar was planted by my father when he was a scholar during his childhood."
"Oh, I'm ashamed to say that back then, someone took my place as a junior student, and I couldn't think of it, so I hung a beam in the ancestral hall."
"Tie a hanging rope around your neck, and there will be no relief from suffering."
"I don't know how long it took, but I gradually woke up after eating the incense and white wax from the ancestral hall." Xun Cheng sighed.
Juefa expressed deep sympathy, and he did not persuade the other party to let it go. If he could let it go, he would have let it go at that time.
"Amitabha. After the death of the benefactor, the resentment was soaring. However, he did not turn into a powerful ghost. Instead, he became a blessing because of the evil spirit. It is really rare."
Tu Shanjun did not respond. There is enough spiritual energy in the world, and there will always be some reservations about consciousness. In the end, due to some strange combination of circumstances, he stepped into a different kind of practice.
This kind of thing is not uncommon, and many beasts even become spirits because they unconsciously swallowed spiritual energy because they lived a long time.
I patted the wine jar open, only half of it was left, and it was filled with amber-colored wine jelly.
After shaking it for a few times, the wine jelly turned into wine. Tu Shanjun said "good stuff" and put it into his sleeve, and then looked at Xun Cheng.
The red-haired Taoist looked solemn and said calmly: "What do you want to ask for?"
In fact, both Tushanjun and Juefa probably knew what Xun Cheng meant, but they just knew it, so they still had to ask to avoid making mistakes.
If he had his own thoughts, wouldn't it cause misunderstandings?
"As the Taoist priest said, the village's feng shui has been broken."
"No matter how long it takes, Xiaosheng will not be able to protect them. The only option is to find a ballast and bury it again. Xiaosheng would like to ask if there is any equipment that can replace the ballast."
Xun Cheng's request was not excessive. The tools used for making weapons were not even considered as magic weapons.
What is really precious is the compatibility of Feng Shui after it becomes a part of it, and the power of incense and incense attached to it, which turns the town object into an alternative natural magic weapon.
If you bury it again, it may not have any effect at first, but as time goes by and it is further assimilated, it will be able to recover again.
If you are eager for quick success, you can directly use the formation method to knead the town objects and Feng Shui to artificially create a harmonious Feng Shui situation.
These low-impact feng shui are mysterious to ordinary people, but in fact, ordinary talisman monks can change them.
Even if Xun Cheng didn't talk about this matter, the monk would still start to solve it.
Juefa is compassionate and will not let it go once he encounters it.
As for the monster that took away the underground treasure, Tushanjun was also more interested.
The power of incense and fire is a great tonic. It can not only repair the small seal in the sea of consciousness, but also refine the incense evil spirit to enhance the soul flag.
The monsters who control the state capital will dig up treasures everywhere, which must be used to hold incense. This means that there should also be a fragment of a Shinto magic weapon there.
"Is it difficult to handle?" Xun Cheng asked nervously.
The red-haired Taoist came back from his thoughts: "It's not difficult to do."
Then he looked at Juefa who was standing aside and said, "What do you think of Juefa?"
"Amitabha."
"Senior will take action, little monk, don't worry."
Tu Shanjun laughed dumbly.
It's obvious that Jue Fa doesn't know how to form talismans, so he said this.
Serious monks know at least one immortal art. Even foundation-building monks can drink spiritual energy to prevent grains, but they only do it without eating or drinking.
Magical weapons, talismans, cultivation improvement, martial arts formulas...all use spiritual stones.
Not all monks are interested in combat methods.
Exploring the ruins, searching for the caves of previous people, and even having his head pinned to his waistband, if fellow Taoists become malicious, they will inevitably start a fight again.
Those who kill will always be killed.
You win once or twice, you get lucky ten times or a hundred times, but there will always be a day when you fail, and you will die once if you fail.
Cultivation of various arts is different. If you are proficient in it, you can maintain food and clothing. If you become a master, you no longer have to worry about cultivation resources.
Tu Shanjun thought for a while, then looked at Xun Cheng, and said: "I don't want to take your things in vain. Let's do this. I have a method that can not only change Feng Shui, but also help you improve your cultivation. Maybe you can enter Taoism and build a foundation in a hundred years."
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Xun Cheng was stunned.
Is there such a good thing?
He bowed his hands and said, "Taoist master, please speak. I am all ears."
"I have a magic technique called 'Stake Driving'."
"Use living creatures as the formation eyes, embed their physical bodies into them, and use Feng Shui evil energy to catalyze the evil spirits."
"After my slight improvement, this technique can be used by evil spirits."
"The Feng Shui around the village just happens to be able to attract evil spirits continuously, pouring the evil energy into the body of the evil ghost, and then supplemented by the secret technique of 'raising evil', the strength of the evil ghost can be slowly improved."
"I'll set up another magic circle to lock Ju Sha's consciousness, and we're done."
Use big evils to suppress small evils, improve feng shui, and at the same time raise a powerful ghost.
Listening to the red-haired Taoist's description, Xun Cheng's eyes widened, his mouth never closed after he opened it, and his face was full of shock.
It's really a black art.
No, it is the combination of three evil arts. Finally, the method of shaping rampant soldiers and ghost generals is used, combined with cultivating evil spirits and forming stakes in the formation eyes to create the ghost king.
"Amitabha."
Even Juefa couldn't help but admire Tushanjun's fantastic ideas.
The last time he saw Li San, he discovered that the magic involved subtleties.
It's not that it's something difficult, but that it uses simple techniques to create sophisticated designs, and then exerts more powerful power.
Unlike ordinary evil spells with defects, the combination of spells constructed by Tushanjun has very minor sequelae and side effects.
"The other is to use a very common formation to lock the object and restore it to its original state."
"How to choose to see you."
Tu Shanjun stood on the ruins, opened his spiritual eyes, observed the surrounding mountains, rivers, and earth veins, and figured out how to make the formation perfect.
No matter which method is used, it must be kneaded using a formation. If it is handled well, there will be no problem in ensuring peace for a while.
"Taoist Priest!"
Xun Cheng's originally stooped back was slightly straightened, but his eyes flickered and then became firm: "I've thought about it."
"I choose the first option."
Juefa shook his head secretly. He had already expected such a result, but he had no way to persuade him. This was Xun Cheng's own choice.
Before ghosts do evil, they have no reason to take action to save them. People cannot be sent to reincarnation because of unfounded charges.
Tu Shanjun nodded and said, "Not bad."
…
Prepare the bone and blood spirit ink and the engraved knife and talisman pen.
Take out small objects with five elements attributes.
Tu Shanjun threw the object casually, and five rays of various colors flew in five directions and penetrated into the selected node.
On the other side, Xun Cheng, naked to the waist, sat cross-legged on an altar built on the ruins.
Tu Shanjun held a carving knife in his hand and carved the pattern of the formation on Xun Cheng's back, and then used a talisman pen to draw the formation.
His hand was steady and there was no hesitation.
It may seem like an understatement, but in fact, the dragon and snake formation runes are written in one go, without any mistakes or stagnation.
"Get into formation!"
There was no sound, only the beam of light lit up the base of the formation.
The objects in the five directions immediately blended into the surrounding environment, and the feng shui and the formation were consistent. The evil spirits hanging over the village and the evil spirits lingering around were all incorporated into the mist threads and swept into the underground formation.
"Array."
"disease."
The seal method awakened the small array on Xun Cheng's back, and three layers of array patterns were separated from the five directions on his back, just like carrying three rotating wheels of light.
It's just that unlike the large array, the small array is reversed.
The evil spirits from the five gates enter the jar, causing confusion and confusion.
Tu Shanjun carved the evil cultivating formula on the original three-layered halo.
Black air emerged, instantly blowing Xun Cheng's originally shriveled body into a strong one.
The clarity in his eyes was fading, and he glanced violently.
The body no longer sits still, but struggles to get up.
Tu Shanjun calmly slapped Xun Cheng on the shoulder with his backhand, cut open his forehead with a carving knife, and a miniature formation appeared.
"Guard the mourning platform."
The miniature magic circle quickly took root, and the black energy clinging to his face had to recede.
Xun Cheng's eyes became clear again.
"Three techniques in one."
"Be evil!"
Fog rises and shadows arrive.
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I slept late last night and was not energetic enough.
Will update again tomorrow.
This chapter has been completed!