Mr. Wang saluted respectfully, "I'll leave it to Master to do everything. If there is any need, the whole Wang family will give their full cooperation."
After a sumptuous lunch, the old mage walked around Wang's house, and immediately stopped at a place, outside the locked courtyard, looking at one of the beautiful buildings, "Where is this?"
Mr. Wang said: "Back to Master, this is the yard where my little girl Yunhui lived before she got married. After that, it was temporarily locked up."
The old mage waved his hand, "Open the lock."
"Yes." Mr. Wang turned around and ordered. The servant opened the lock tremblingly and tremblingly.
Back then, someone was here who saw the figure of the dead scholar Yang Lin.
The old mage went in first, walked around and nodded, "This is a place where evil spirits wander. It is a good place to build the altar. Mr. Wang will find the craftsmen and build it according to Pindao's instructions."
"Yes, Master, please rest assured!" Mr. Wang turned and left.
No one in the Wang family was willing to do this job. After all, it had been so long. Even if the Wang family blocked the news, it would have been spread out long ago.
But firstly, the sun is still high in the blue sky, and secondly... the price given by Mr. Wang is three times higher than the world's.
A group of rough guys took over the job from the Wang family. They acted quickly and made up their mind to finish the job before dark. If they really couldn't finish it, they would just leave. This was what they had agreed to before taking the job.
The old mage personally supervised and guided. It was the first time he really took action. He did not dare to be careless. Fortunately, although this group of people were taciturn and seemed unwilling to deal with anyone in the Wang family, their skills were very good, and the altar gradually took shape.
After the inspection was correct, the old mage waved his hand, and the group of people turned around and left, wishing they could start running. After all, the sun was turning to the west and the cold wind was blowing. I don’t know if it was an illusion. Staying in the Wang family, the cold wind seemed like
Blow into the bones.
A group of people gathered outside. After all, the Wang family was quite powerful. They invited a group of people to go in and build an altar, but they only watched from a distance.
"Come out!"
"Abbot Miaoxuan of Jiangye Temple was not able to subdue that evil spirit, but this mage who came from afar is quite courageous."
"Hmph! Let me tell you, this Wang family is doing its own thing..."
"What are you doing with these things? It will avoid causing trouble. But it would be better to get rid of this evil spirit as soon as possible so that you and I don't have to worry."
As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded.
However, seeing that it was getting late, even if there were still people who wanted to watch the fun, they did not dare to stay any longer, and they quickly dispersed.
On the altar, the old mage checked for the last time and nodded, "Come up here and stick the talismans in place as the master said." As he said this, he each handed a stack of paper talismans to the two disciples.
The eldest disciple and the second disciple took the order, each starting from one side, and put up the talismans in an orderly manner. The cold wind blowing outside the courtyard seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and the swinging talismans gradually calmed down.
The old mage glanced left and right with a satisfied expression on his face.
This time, he tried his best to make sure nothing went wrong.
At this moment, the second disciple held a talisman and fell into deep thought, "Why are you so dazed? Work quickly, it's going to be dark!"
The old mage scolded.
The second disciple raised his head and said, "Master, this talisman is drawn wrong..."
The old mage glared angrily, "You bastard! Your skills were all taught by me, and now you dare to question my skills before you even become a master."
While cursing, he looked over and saw that the charm of the talisman was flowing smoothly. How could this be wrong? He immediately shouted, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful of your legs!"
The second disciple wanted to speak, but was kicked in the butt by the eldest disciple, "Second disciple, you are so courageous, how dare you offend the master? Hurry up and work!" He said, giving him a fierce look.
The second disciple said "Oh", hesitated again and again, put the talisman in place, quickly surrounded the city, and met the first disciple on the other side of the altar.
"Second Brother, is that talisman really drawn wrong?" the eldest disciple said in a low voice.
The second disciple nodded, "Ask the talisman to go up to Heaven to listen. However, manpower is exhausted, so how can we directly disturb Heaven? This is not allowed by the Great Dao, so we need to cut off a section in the middle. The first section is asked to Heaven, and the second section is allowed.
Only then can God be invited to come..."
The eldest disciple said he didn't understand, but he knew very well who the second eldest disciple was. "I understand, now go and pour tea for Master, and draw the right one by the way? You can draw it, right?"
The second disciple turned around and left.
The eldest disciple grinned, this second eldest brother is really paying less and less attention to his senior brother. It's really abominable!
He turned around with a smile on his face and said, "Master, don't be as knowledgeable as the second brother. He has had a lack of brains since he was a child and is as timid as a mouse. He must have been frightened by today's battle. He is talking nonsense to get you to push the Wang family away.
trouble."
The old mage felt a little calmer, "Huh! If he hadn't been raised since he was a child, I would have broken his legs long ago! It would be great if the second son could be as obedient and sensible as you. From now on, I will learn from my teacher and learn from him. The second son is a
Those who are worthless will have to be taken care of by you in the future."
The eldest disciple flattered me, "Master is a sharp mouth but a tofu heart. You still care about the second son. Disciple knows that if everyone in this world is as kind-hearted as you, master, then the world will be peaceful."
Seeing the old mage squinting his eyes, although he looked calm, the eldest disciple knew that he felt comfortable being photographed, so he took advantage of the situation and said: "But, master, have you looked down too high on that scholar Yang Lin? He is just a devil.
Do you deserve such a big battle?"
"My disciples looked at the Wang family. Although they were frightened and some people were attacked by Yin Qi and fell ill, there were no deaths or injuries."
The old mage glanced at him and said, "You are more thoughtful than the second child, so why are you beating around the bush and telling me what I said? Humph! You can capture an evil ghost for me, but the Immortal Seal Script is profound and profound. Today, for the first time, you show your power in the world.
, you should be careful again and again and don’t disgrace the honor of your ancestors.”
The eldest disciple suddenly realized, "Master is wise and wise, and takes preventive measures before they happen. I admire him!" But he secretly curled his lips inwardly, thinking that the old man was unsure, so he was like a lion fighting a rabbit, for fear of an accident.
Therefore, he probably didn't have any murderous intentions anymore, and wanted to capture the Yang Lin first, and then make plans. At this moment, the second disciple came back with tea, and the eldest disciple said hello, "Second disciple, come here and apologize to the master."
Apologize, I see you made the master angry!"
"Master and disciple are wrong, please drink tea to relieve your anger."
"Hmph!" The old mage sneered, "You admit your mistakes quickly, but do you really know that you are wrong? I have been studying Xianzhuan for many years, am I not as good as a junior like you? Let me tell you, if you really want to become a master and start your own business, you are still far away.
Woolen cloth……"
He babbled, his mouth went dry, he took a sip of tea, and continued to spray on the second disciple.
The eldest disciple went to check whether the talisman was attached carefully, and without saying a word, he put the talisman drawn by the second disciple on the bottom.
The teacher is at the top and the disciple is at the bottom.
No problem is the best, everyone is happy.
If something does happen, you can still make it up.
Seeing the slobber on the master's face and the still-unrelieved look on his face, the eldest disciple sighed, without him, this sect would have been disbanded sooner or later.
"Master, it's getting dark. You've been tired all afternoon and you have to collect evil spirits at night. Why don't you go and take a rest."
The old mage still had more to say, "I'll settle the accounts with you after I'm done. I'll go lie down for a while and call me before it gets dark."
Soon, it got dark.
The Wang family's residence and its surroundings fell into a dead silence. There was not even a light on. Everyone was hiding in the house and the doors were closed.
The old mage was full of energy, dressed in dragon and tiger robes, and climbed onto the altar.
He held a mahogany sword in one hand and a talisman in the other. Looking from a distance, he looked really majestic, like the old heavenly master on the mountain.
Suddenly, in the dark night, a gust of wind blew from the mountains, bringing dampness and coldness.
"Coming!"
The old mage was refreshed and looked up, and saw a black shadow flying out from the depths of Jade Mountain and heading straight for the Wang family.
Crash--
The yellow paper scriptures left by the monks made loud noises when blown by the wind, and the burning black spots on its surface spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Yunhui...Yunhui..."
"Give me back my Yunhui..."
The low, hoarse roar echoed in the night wind, sending chills down one's spine.
"Here he comes, he comes again!"
In the backyard, Mr. Wang and Mrs. Wang, along with several servants, were huddled and hiding in the room. At this moment, their bodies were shaking and their faces were pale.
"Hey!" the old mage shouted angrily, suppressing his fear, "Yang Lin, you are dead, your soul should return to heaven and earth, go to where it should go, but you wander around the world and disturb the yin and yang. How can I spare you?"
After saying that, he raised his hand and threw it away, and the talisman spontaneously ignited with a "bang" sound, turning into a golden armored warrior.
"Meet the Immortal Lord!"
Looking at the golden-armored warrior, the old mage became more courageous. He raised his hand and pointed, "Go, capture the mountain ghost and hold it in front of the altar!"
"As you command!"
The golden-armored warrior raised his head and looked at the gusts of dark wind above his head. He bent slightly and kicked the ground violently. The ground exploded with a "bang", and his figure flew directly into the sky like a big stone.
He grasped it with his big hand. It was obviously something tangible and intangible like Yin Qi, Yin Wind, etc., but it was directly grabbed by the golden armored warrior.
Twisted and struggling, it turned into a phantom, it was the dead scholar Yang Lin who was wearing a bloody robe and a pale face.
There was another loud noise, and the golden-armored warrior fell to the ground, pressing Yang Lin and kneeling in front of the altar, "Immortal Lord, the mountain ghost has been captured!"
The old mage's eyes were bright and he was overjoyed. Although he felt that his Immortal Seal Script seemed to have extraordinary power. But tonight, when he tried his hand at it, he realized that he had really underestimated the power of the Immortal Seal Script.
It was just a golden-armored warrior. Yang Lin had already been captured before he even used his true methods.
Not surprisingly, looking at the world, I can be considered a top person!
"Yes." The old mage nodded, his face even more majestic, his eyes lowered, his eyes as bright as if they were under heavy pressure, "Yang Lin, do you know your guilt?"
Although Yang Lin became a mountain ghost, he did not have the appearance of a green face and fangs. He still looked like a scholar, but his face was pale. When he heard the words, he kowtowed repeatedly and shouted injustice.
"Master, I, Yang Lin, am a scholar and have a righteous spirit. Even if I become a ghost, I have never thought of harming the world!"
"I just want to find my childhood sweetheart and my fiancée, who I have been engaged to for a long time. Seeing that she is safe and sound, I will have no regrets and disappear from the reincarnation. What is Yang Lin's fault?"
The old mage frowned, "What?!"
There was a burst of hurried footsteps. It was Mr. Wang, Mrs. Wang and other people who had arranged to report back. The mage had already suppressed the evil spirits, so they hurried over.
"The power of the mage! The power of the mage! Now that the evil spirits have been suppressed, please disperse them quickly to prevent them from continuing to harm the world!"