Yang Yuanshan looked up at the sky. The sunset was blocked by the distant mountains. The light in Longgou was a little dim. Then he looked at Ma Fu and said, "You can't do it alone. The men in the village will find two more. Three people will pick up Sun Nianzi back. Remember to be quick!"

As if he remembered something again, Yang Yuanshan instructed again: "Brother Ma, it's best to bring your pig-killing knife with him!"

"Uh? Well..." Ma Fuzi was a little surprised. Although he didn't know why Yang Yuanshan asked him to bring a pig-killing knife, Ma Fuzi didn't think much and immediately focused on it: "Sir, let's remember what sir, Brother Zhou, please rest assured. I can bring the mills back in less than an hour!"

After saying that, Mama strode down the mountain road and gradually moved away-

Yang Yuanshan immediately said, "Brother Zhou, you can find someone to get some lime powder right now. Don't forget to bring clean water. Since you can't find cinnabar in the village, then prepare a bowl of black dog blood for me. It's best to get all these required materials before picking up Sun Nianzi."

These strange things made everyone confused. Fortunately, these lime powders are not difficult to make. Uncle Zhou Er was naturally convinced of Yang Yuanshan's practice. Therefore, he did not refute or hesitate at all what Yang Yuanshan said. He immediately called a few crops to find lime powder, and he went to make it himself. As the saying goes, it is easy to do things, so after a brief arrangement, they all went to work together. Only Yang Yuanshan, Mr. Wu and me were left in the venue.

Seeing that Uncle Zhou Er and the others had already walked away, Mr. Wu asked, "Mr. Yang, is it still too late to crack this formation before Zi Shi?"

Yang Yuanshan said in a serious voice: "The mystery of this formation is that the black bamboo array and the corpse in the longevity coffin echo with the yin evil spirit. If the evil spirit on the corpse rashly breaks, the black bamboo array will destroy all the yin houses in the radius, and even this clear water dragon vein will probably be destroyed. However, if the black bamboo array is rashly breaks, the corpse in the dying coffin will change, gather evil spirits into resentment. Such consequences are also very troublesome, so this matter is too urgent and slow, and it must be cracked before midnight. Now I can only hope that everything will go smoothly. I am not worried that I cannot break this formation. What I am worried about... It is the person who arranged this formation. I didn't expect that after a long time of absence, he still regarded me as an enemy, alas..."

After saying this, Yang Yuanshan walked slowly to the edge of the hillside with his hands on his back, looking up at the sky alone. At this moment, I clearly saw a complex look of sorrow emerging on his face. Could it be that Yang Yuanshan knew the person who set up a formation to harm others?

While I was thinking about it, I saw Mr. Wu walking to Yang Yuanshan with strange behavior, saying that he was acting strangely, which was the cautious and respectful he should not have at all. He was somewhat famous in this area. If Mr. Wu from the Land Temple was mentioned, the people from all corners of the village were still full of awe. However, he was like a crappy little wife at this time, and he was rubbing his hands unconsciously and whispering something beside Yang Yuanshan. Because his voice was too small and not close to my current location, I didn't hear what Mr. Wu and Yang Yuanshan said at all.

Seeing Mr. Wu muttering, Yang Yuanshan turned around and looked at Mr. Wu, then shook his head and smiled, "Thank you for being so respectful to me, but I have the will of my ancestors. Since you have practiced other Taoisms, my Tantric techniques cannot be passed on, haha..."

Why did Yang Yuanshan say this to Mr. Wu? Could it be that Mr. Wu Da is going to learn from Yang Yuanshan how to break the black bamboo array? In this way... He will definitely show off in this area in the future. This guy who peeled the egg shell is not only stingy but also stingy, but he always likes to play a master. However, although he backfired this time, he made me like this, but this also shows that he is a very kind person. He doesn't want me to die, this cute and irritable guy...

"Here's here!" Uncle Zhou Er's voice came at the right time. Seeing him holding a bowl of black blood in both hands, he shouted excitedly while walking.

In front of Uncle Zhou Er, two crops were carrying a bag of very heavy things. I thought it must be what Yang Yuanshan mentioned. There was a person following behind, Meng Heizi. Meng Heizi was carrying a small wooden barrel. The clear water inside scattered from time to time due to the bumps on the road. Seeing that Meng Heizi was sweating profusely, and kept freeing up one hand to wipe the sweat beads, I hurried forward to answer.

"You are still worthy of the seventh day of the lunar month!" This was the first sentence that Meng Heizi happily said after I took the bucket.

I reached out and patted Meng Heizi on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "You are busy with Uncle Zhou Er's family affairs, you are so good."

"Hehe..." Meng Heizi's big coal-like face showed two rows of white teeth, but just as he turned around, something suddenly tripped under his feet, and I squeezed my eyes and turned my head to look...

"Pu!"... "You mother! Why are there stones here? The seventh day of the lunar month—"

Yang Yuanshan put the lime powder aside, then came to the altar with black dog blood, and said to Mr. Wu: "If fellow Taoists don't mind, can you protect the Dharma on the side?"

When Mr. Wu heard this, he nodded as if he was injected with chicken blood and said, "It's so great. It's an honor to be able to assist Mr. Yang from the side!"

Yang Yuanshan smiled bitterly and shook his head, put the black dog blood on the table, and then lit the three pillars of fragrance. I was inspired by curiosity and couldn't help but look forward to look carefully. Yang Yuanshan pinched a strange handprint with both hands and bowed to the altar three times. Then he bent his middle finger and ring finger inward to the palm of his left hand, and gently pressed the fingertips of the middle finger with his thumb. After pinching the weird handprint, Yang Yuanshan immediately chanted a spell: "I will hurry to the Penglai realm and summon Penglai Immortals to the altar banquet quickly. If it is delayed, it will be against God, Om, ha, what, roar!"

I moved behind Mr. Wu without knowing it, smacked my lips, and asked in a very low voice: "Fortune-telling, what handprint did Mr. Yang pinched before? Or are you reciting now?"

Mr. Wu was really shocked by my question, but immediately waved his hand and said in a low voice: "What pinch? It's pinched. The Dow Jones pinched out. The spell is a spell that opens the altar. The child doesn't know how to walk away quickly. It will be a serious consequence for disturbing Mr. Yang to draw the talisman. If the talisman is not effective, it will be your fault!"

I quickly shut up. If Yang Yuanshan was mistaken for solving the disaster at Uncle Zhou Er's house because of my disturbance, I would definitely regret it to death. Seeing that I stepped back, Mr. Wu smiled proudly in an instant.

Yang Yuanshan took out the blank yellow paper, picked up the brush, and pointed a little black blood. Mr. Wu suddenly asked at the right time: "Mr. Yang, what kind of mantra is your first talisman?"

Yang Yuanshan suddenly pinched a strange fingerprint with his left hand, just like when he was drawing a talisman on my belly, and said casually: "The first mantra is for Doumu Tianzun, and the second mantra is for the gods of heaven. If you are a friend of Taoism, I will protect the Dharma from the side."

I didn't let me talk too much, and I didn't care about my mouth when I was stinking, and I secretly opened my mouth to the fortune teller and silencedly bombarded the fortune teller.

After saying that, Mr. Wu immediately stood honestly three feet away from Yang Yuanshan, cautiously protecting his Dharma. Below, Yang Yuanshan took his pen and began to draw talismans, and he hurriedly said: "The sky is spiritual, the earth is spiritual, hold the Beidou in his left hand and the seven stars in his right hand. The twenty-eight constellations in the sky are my leader, wearing thirty-six gypsums and stomping on the seventy-two evil spirits. I am the son of the real person in the upper realm, and I am the person who understands the evil in the lower realm. When the bean swallows the beans, I am the right person when the beans are swallowed, and when the beans are in the right mind!"

The first talisman was completed in one go. Then, Yang Yuanshan did not stop and began to draw the second talisman, and recited the mantra at the same time: "Heaven and earth are united with me, I am united with heaven and earth, gods and men are coming to me, I am united with gods and men, my essence and energy are united with all spirits and energy, and the heaven and earth are in harmony, and the heaven and earth are in harmony. When the heaven and earth are in harmony, they will arrive immediately. When they hear the call, they will burn incense and call for the request. The envoy of Gongcao handed over the gods. When they hear the call, they will go to the altar quickly. They will go up and send incense to the nine heavenly maiden girl, the revered teachers of all generations, and all the immortals will come down to the altar. If you have something to invite, go quickly and come quickly, as urgently as the law!"

Next, Yang Yuanshan's right ring finger passed through the back of the middle finger, hooked the index finger around the ring finger, fingertips down, thumb and little female fingers all entered the palm of the palm, and middle fingers were facing up. This handprint was vaguely the same as the handprints that were previously dotted above my belly. However, at that time, I was so painful that I was unbearable by the evil spirit in my body, so I didn't see clearly. I continued to look at it, and I saw Yang Yuanshan holding up the handprint and stretching it up one foot, then clicking downwards towards the drawn talisman, and clicking it three times in a row. At this point, Yang Yuanshan finally stopped.

A row of tiny beads of sweat had already emerged from his forehead. For some reason, was it tiring to draw talismans like this? Naturally, I don’t know...
Chapter completed!