The cold wind and coldness receded from the courtyard, and the lanterns stopped flickering. In the dusk, everyone looked at the figure in front of the courtyard door, feeling at a loss and feeling vaguely scared.
"Is everything okay?"
Chen Yuan smiled and walked down the stone steps. The people who were sitting paralyzed rubbed their butts on the ground and subconsciously kicked their feet back. Chen Yuan stopped and looked at their panic expressions. For a moment, he didn't know what to say next.
Fortunately, Liu Yuan saw the opportunity and came over to smooth things over. The scene just now made the old man convinced that Chen Yuan was the master that night, and his child would be saved.
"Little brother......"
The old man wanted to pat Chen Yuan on the shoulder, but thinking of the previous scene, he stretched out his hand halfway and then retracted it, turning into a bow, and quickly changed his words.
"...Sir, don't blame them. They have never seen the world. Can you see if the child can be awakened first?"
Chen Yuan was not sure about the soul-enchanting talisman. Since everyone had come to take a look, it didn't hurt. Besides, it was quite embarrassing to stay here and face these people.
"Executive members go first, I'll be right back."
He wanted to say something to Leader Zhao, but the latter, as well as the merchants and gentry over there, thought he was coming, so they immediately stood up and retreated towards the front yard.
After gaining some distance, everyone felt more at ease. From time to time they looked back, exhaled, and started talking in low voices.
"...It was so scary just now." "My heart is still pounding."
"The man from the troupe saved us just now. Are we going too far?"
"Then why don't you go talk to him? He hurt that ghost, oh, I'm afraid he won't be involved."
Old man Zhao, who was walking with him, listened to the whispers and looked back towards the courtyard door. His face was complicated and he didn't know what he was thinking. San'er beside him tried to speak, but he grabbed him.
In front of the courtyard gate.
Liu Yuanwai watched them run to the front yard, rubbed his hands and looked at the young man next to him with some embarrassment, "Sir, I don't want to meet like you..."
In the middle of his words, he suddenly turned into "Ouch, why are you here again!" The old man turned around and ran away, scurrying out quickly, and suddenly got behind the Feng Shui wall.
Feeling the coldness coming back again, Chen Yuan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the evil spirit turned back midway and wanted to kill people and silence them?
He turned around, and a cold wind hit his face.
I saw the mist that had gradually dissipated gather again, but it only stayed in front of the stone steps outside the courtyard. In the white mist, a tall and slender figure slowly floated here with an iron chain dangling.
Chen Yuan instinctively squeezed the wooden sculpture tightly, and her breathing became rapid.
next moment.
The mist suddenly surged, and the long gray face suddenly poked out, almost touching Chen Yuan's face and looking down at each other.
"Mortal monk... you won't really complain to the city god, right?"
Well......
I was worried about turning around and coming back halfway to ask.
"No, I just hope that the hook disc here can be cancelled."
Without any malice, Chen Yuan felt less nervous. He followed the etiquette he had learned, spread his arms and cupped his hands forward. The long face looking down looked at him gloomily. For a moment, he put his face back into the mist, and spoke with a murmur of words.
He came out and said, "Okay, go to Liu Boyuan's room, take the soul-enchanting talisman from the bedside, water it with the blood of the rooster, dry it, and then burn it facing the east when the sun rises."
The slender black shadow in the fog drifted away, and words penetrated Chen Yuan's ears.
"In the realm of Qingshan, I can help you with matters related to the underworld three times. After three times, you and I will be cleared!"
The thick fog dissipated visibly to the naked eye, revealing the long street paved with bricks and stones. Chen Yuan clasped his fists towards the empty street. The guy was finally gone.
Turning around and walking towards the Feng Shui Wall, Mr. Liu poked half of his face out and looked around, and then asked in a low voice: "Then... is the evil spirit really gone?"
"gone."
Chen Yuan smiled, not caring about the timid expressions expressed by Liu Yuan or those people towards him just now. After the conversation with Yin Cha just now, and the personal experience of gods and ghosts, looking back, his mood was different.
"Let's go to the master's room and take out the talisman."
Chen Yuan spoke modestly and made a gesture of invitation to the old man, asking him to lead the way. On the way, he told the old man all his instructions. Liu Yuanwai immediately asked a servant to go to the kitchen backyard to catch a rooster and bleed it.
In the east chamber, as soon as Chen Yuan entered the room, he used his shallow magic power to feel the yin energy and magic power. He followed the feeling to the bedside and asked the two nurses from outside to come in and move Mr. Liu and the bed together.
away from the wall.
Sure enough, a black talisman was posted behind the head of the bed. He immediately took it off and placed it on a tray in the hands of the servant, pouring chicken blood on it.
"Sir, is this good?"
"Well, that's what Yin Chai said."
Chen Yuan did not dare to promise, so when he saw that the matter was over, he left and went back to the west wing. Officer Liu looked at his son on the bed, turned around and immediately asked the servant to vacate a guest room in the east wing.
He personally escorted Chen Yuan out of the door and said, "Sir, take a step slowly." He clapped his palms and raised the plate of silver coins originally given to the fat Taoist in front of Chen Yuan.
"Sir, you are an expert and you know you will look down on these vulgar things, but these are the only things that this old man can get rid of. Please accept them anyway."
Chen Yuan is not that kind of noble person. The skills he practices require a lot of flesh and blood, so he can't rob other people's livestock, right? With this money, it can solve his urgent needs, so he didn't refuse, took the heavy tray, and looked at where he was standing.
The eldest brother stood on tiptoe and looked from far away.
Under the eaves, an old man and a young man talked some more. It was getting late, and all that was left was to wait for the sunrise. The guests were eager to leave, and they all said goodbye to the old man when they saw something happened.
Chen Yuan also returned to the room. The maid timidly came in, lit the oil lamp, and said, "Sir, sleep in peace." Then she quickly went out and closed the door.
After putting the silver coins on the table, Chen Yuan took out "Miscellaneous Mysteries of Huangchuan" from his sleeve and read the story about the disc hook again. After finding nothing wrong with it, he felt relieved.
After this incident, I have some ideas, or in other words, I have some insights in my mind.
People in later generations have a lot of information, and what they are good at is summarizing. In a world where there are cultivators, the spells must be repetitive. If they know it, others will also know it. Just like this charm, if you meet a cultivator with evil intentions
, I'm afraid it's just a dispute.
"I want to have what others have; I also want to have what others don't have."
The huge flames illuminated his slightly lost face. Chen Yuan turned his attention to the wooden carving of Guan Gong on the table. A monk in this world would definitely know how to use it, but he would never have countless ideas like him.
'No one else can control the mountain spirits, wild monsters, ghosts and gods here. What if I use the historical fierceness of my time as a chess player? What about the impermanence of the underworld, Zhong Kui? And the gods and Buddhas in the sky...
.With the art of wood carving, spiritual manifestations are born, and there is a new magic in this world.'
'If we supplement it with the strange techniques of this book "Miscellaneous Mysteries of Huangchuan", we should be able to gain a firm foothold.'
The lights cut his figure on the window lattice, and outside the courtyard where the stars and moon were shining, guests left in twos and threes and said goodbye to the officials who were seeing them off.
"Commissioner, please go back and rest. It's getting late."
"Then I hope you will not spread the news about what happened tonight."
"I know, I know, I'll keep my mouth shut."
"Then I'll tell you... Hey, who's over there?"
Everyone stood outside the courtyard gate, looking at the companions who were talking one by one, and saw a figure walking in a strange manner, staggering from the opposite corner.
"Executive member Liu... Why don't you invite me to the banquet today?"
The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and the moment the swaying figure approached, a cloud of black air swirled around the man's face, and his face could not be seen clearly. The group of people who had left suddenly ran back in fear.
Liu Yuanwai already knew who it was by hearing the voice. How could an ordinary person look like this? He immediately rushed back to the courtyard gate with all the guests, slammed the door shut, and stuck the thick wooden ends firmly in place.
Everyone crowded behind the door, and the man who looked like a shopkeeper looked at the old man with a sad face.
"Commissioner, what day is it today? All evil things have happened to us, and there is no end to them."
The words fell.
The courtyard door flew open with a loud bang, and the thirty or so people standing behind the door all flew out, lying in pieces everywhere.
"Exceptor Liu, no one alive in your family... can even think of leaving tonight."
The figure's face was full of twisting black energy, standing outside the threshold, with a strange arc at the corner of his mouth.