Hanged ghosts, especially those who have just taken shape, are not difficult to deal with as long as they are well prepared.
Zuo Shisan's physical condition was far worse than he imagined. The Infinite Qi and Dragon and Tiger Seven Pardon Seals could not be used at all. Even the Yang Qi in his body was not much different from that of ordinary people.
Under such physical conditions, Zuo Shisan had to use external force if he wanted to deal with the hanged man.
Although the Diao Ming Sword in his hand can destroy ghosts and exorcise evil spirits, using the Diao Ming Sword requires a large amount of yang energy. The Yang Qi in Zuo Shisan's body is not enough to support the use of the Diao Ming Sword.
If the Death Sword cannot be used, you can only use the most common items to exorcise ghosts: chicken bones, black dog blood, wicker sticks, copper coins, and even cinnabar and rice can be used to deal with hanging ghosts, but the best item to exorcise evil spirits is Fatman's Hand.
The Liuding Liujia exorcism talisman in the fat man's hand is just that the cinnabar used in drawing the talisman is fake, and it cannot be used now.
Zuo Shisan had just finished making plans when he saw Luo Zhipeng walking in from outside carrying a basket.
As soon as he entered the yard, he greeted Zuo Shisan, who nodded in response, and then asked him:
"Luo Zhipeng, I have something to ask you."
"Little Taoist Priest, if you have any questions, just ask." Luo Zhipeng said, walking up to Zuo Shisan.
"What kind of person do you think your wife Li Cuicui is?" Zuo Shisan asked.
When Luo Zhipeng heard the name "Li Cuicui", his face clearly showed disgust and anger:
"Don't mention her to me! I plan to divorce her," Luo Zhipeng said.
Zuo Shisan nodded after listening:
"That's fine, there's no point in torturing each other anymore."
"If it weren't for the rule of law, I would have killed her. My mother had her forced to death. It was because I was blind that I married such a non-human being!!" Luo Zhipeng said.
I became angrier inside.
The suicide note written by his mother in blood was so heartbreaking that Luo Zhipeng would never be able to forgive Li Cuicui for the rest of his life.
"Alas..." Zuo Shisan sighed and said nothing more, because he knew very well that such a misunderstanding could never be resolved. Perhaps separation would be the best outcome for the two of them.
"We will stay tonight to save your mother's wronged soul," Zuo Shisan said.
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, but I am penniless now, so I have to pay for groceries on credit. You see..."
Zuo Shisan interrupted Luo Zhipeng:
"You don't need to give me money. You just need to have dinner and leave home tonight."
After hearing this, Luo Zhipeng nodded repeatedly:
"It must be no problem!" As he said this, he remembered something and immediately added:
"But let's talk about the ugly things first. If something unexpected happens to you at my house at night, it has nothing to do with me. We will have to write a liability exemption letter first."
"Okay, let's go into the house." Zuo Shisan said and returned to the house.
After Luo Zhipeng entered the house, he just glanced at Li Cuicui's room, then turned and walked into the kitchen.
During dinner, Luo Zhipeng ate and drank by himself, and after writing a letter of exemption from responsibility with Zuo Shisan, he left and went to stay overnight at a relative's house in the village.
After Luo Zhipeng left, Li Cuicui, accompanied by An Rushuang, went out to eat.
After dinner, Zuo Shisan asked Fatty and An Rushuang to stay with Li Cuicui, while he went outside to find a few willow sticks and a handful of eaves soil.
Now that Zuo Shisan does not have the blessing of true energy, he can only use the most basic methods to exorcise ghosts.
The "Maoshan Taoist Encyclopedia" he carried with him, as well as cow's tears and other items, played a role at the critical moment.
In fact, when Zuo Shisan realized that his body was deteriorating, he began to put cow's tears, cinnabar, copper coins, ink fountains and other commonly used tools to ward off evil spirits into his backpack, just to prevent it.
just in case.
It's never a bad idea to plan ahead.
Wicker can drive away ghosts. Zuo Shisan divided the wicker in his hand into four parts and handed them to An Rushuang, Fatty and Li Cuicui respectively, asking them to take them with them. The wicker can definitely protect them at critical moments.
The fat man was a little disapproving, looked at the wicker in his hand and said:
"Senior brother, you are a bit down and out. What are our identities? We actually have to use wicker sticks to deal with a mere hanged man. How can we say this without being laughed at by other colleagues?"
"Don't stick an onion in the pig's nose - you're pretending to be an elephant, get it quickly!"
An Rushuang also smiled and said to the fat man:
"Ru Cao's magical power is unfathomable, why can't Hu ascend to the sky and fall into the blue sky?"
The fat man was puzzled:
"What do you mean?"
"You are so powerful, why don't you go to heaven?"
"No matter what kind of sky he goes to, it will be difficult for him to get on the Kang." Zuo Shisan said with a smile.
The fat man pinned the wicker in his hand to his waist:
"Who do you think you and your wife are hurting by singing in harmony? And that guy from the Tang Dynasty, who always gives me the entire classical Chinese text. Do you really think I'm illiterate and can't understand? I'm not bragging here, fat man. If I was born in
In the Tang Dynasty, there was no such thing as Li Bai and Du Fu. My cultural attainments and understanding of poetry are simply unprecedented and unprecedented."
"Fat man, please stop it. Don't say I am your senior brother when you go out from now on. I will feel embarrassed." Zuo Shisan said.
"You'll have to wait and see later, especially Cuicui, just put your heart back in your belly. With Fatty here, as long as the old woman dares to come, she will definitely be driven out of her mind!" The fat man patted himself.
Her chest promised Li Cuicui.
The fat man thinks Li Cuicui is a good girl. He even feels a little grudge and jealous of Luo Zhipeng. Why doesn't he know how to cherish such a good girl after marrying her?
People can't just look at their appearance. Some people are covered in tattoos, but they can't bear to step on a cockroach. Some people are clean, but they do illegal things. Judging people by their appearance is the biggest prejudice.
Li Cuicui nodded, she completely believed the promise made to her by the fat man Hu Yijun.
This was also the first time in these days that she felt that someone still cared about her. She looked at the fat man's back and couldn't help but shed tears...
Time passed quickly, and it was ten o'clock at night in a blink of an eye.
Thirteenth from the left, Fatty, An Rushuang and Li Cuicui all gathered in the room, staring at the south room through the window.
Nothing unusual ever happens there.
Seeing this, Zuo Shisan couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that the old woman who hanged herself had noticed that they had made adequate preparations and would not show up tonight?
"Brother, I have a suggestion." The fat man said.
"What suggestions?" Zuo Shisan asked.
"We have to send one person to go fishing, take the initiative, go into the south room and lure out the hanged man," the fat man said.
Zuo Shisan nodded after hearing this, expressing his agreement with Fatty's suggestion:
"Okay, then go ahead!"
When the fat man heard this, he cursed in his heart: Zuo Shisan, I'll fuck you! You've dug a hole for yourself and jumped into it!
