Mu Yi's courage is definitely not small. When he was wandering around the world with Lao Dao, he even slept in random graves.
Picking up the ax that was used to chop down trees two days ago at the door of the room, Mu Yi quietly opened the door and walked towards the main hall on his feet.
The moonlight is strong tonight, and through the surrounding doors and windows, you can barely see the scene in the main hall.
In the center of the hall, stood a tall figure.
Suddenly seeing this figure, Mu Yi's heart suddenly rose. Although he couldn't see the figure clearly, and it was even a little far away, Mu Yi still felt a numbness in his tailbone for an instant, and then a chill went straight to the top of his head.
Then the figure flashed and came to Mu Yi. Mu Yi only smelled a foul smell, and then his vision went dark and he didn't know anything anymore.
The next day, it was not until three o'clock in the morning that Mu Yi got up from the ground.
He first touched his body and found no wounds, but there was still some pain in the back of his head. At the same time, the scene that happened last night came to mind.
At that time, the shadow was too fast, even too fast to be human. It was not that he had never seen so-called martial arts masters, but he had never seen such a master.
Moreover, he remembered that he smelled a stench when he was unconscious. This stench was even familiar to him. It was the corpse odor that is formed after a person dies and undergoes decomposition.
Then, Mu Yi looked towards the main hall and saw that the mountain god statue had fallen to the ground, its body had split apart, and only its head had disappeared.
The loud noise he heard last night should have come from the statue.
But who on earth would attack a statue of a god for no reason? Could it be that there is some treasure hidden in the head of the statue? Otherwise, why would the head be missing?
But as soon as he thought of the stench he smelled last night, Mu Yi felt that things were not as simple as he thought.
And yesterday was the first day of the season, so he couldn't help but think too much.
With many worries on his mind, Mu Yi came to Lao Dao's grave.
Just one glance made Mu Yi's heart lift. On Lao Dao's grave, some of the soil was new, and there were even a few more footprints that did not belong to him.
Mu Yi took a deep breath, but did not act rashly. Instead, he turned around and left.
Afterwards, Mu Yi hurried down the mountain and didn't come back until noon with a big bag on his back.
Mu Yi carried the big bag back to the room and opened it.
A stack of yellow paper, three to five writing brushes, a box of fine cinnabar, a bottle of black dog blood, a ball of red rope, two pounds of glutinous rice, seven-sided bronze mirrors, a dozen thick candles, and many more
I exchanged copper coins and some small bells from the Earth Temple at the foot of the mountain, and finally a wooden sword that looked a bit old.
Mu Yi was very satisfied to be able to buy these things in the small town at the foot of the mountain, especially the wooden sword, which was made of high-quality peach wood and was an old thing. This wooden sword alone cost him all his savings.
I almost spent all my money, and when I bought everything, I would be almost penniless.
Fortunately, Mu Yi bought enough oil, salt, rice and noodles in the past two days to survive for a while.
In the eyes of the world, Taoist priests specialize in catching ghosts. Mu Yi has followed the Taoist for so many years, and he has done ghost hunting not once or twice, so he is considered familiar with it, even though he has never caught a ghost, let alone what a ghost looks like.
Looks like this, but every time, the veteran is very serious.
Coupled with what happened last night and the knowledge in his mind, Mu Yi instinctively did this, although he didn't know whether it would be useful.
Mu Yi hurriedly took two bites of last night's leftovers and began to get busy. He first divided the glutinous rice into two parts, soaked half in a basin, and spread the other half around the house, even in the main hall.
Then Mu Yi used red thread to thread copper coins and bells together, and hung them on windows and doorways, especially at the entrance of the temple, which were densely packed.
But this was just the beginning. Mu Yi arranged seven light-concentrating bronze mirrors above the main hall according to the positions of the Big Dipper, and after careful debugging, the seven mirrors were aligned with one point.
The dozen or so candles were also placed in the main hall by Mu Yi according to the Nine Palaces Bagua. Once they are lit, the seven mirrors above will gather the light and point it straight to the center.
After doing all this, Mu Yi used a black cloth to block the mirror, but also made a small mechanism. Once touched, the black cloth would be uncovered. After all, the killing move can only be used at the most critical moment, and it will always be exposed.
, no one will be fooled.
It's a pity that this center is restricted and cannot be moved, which makes Mu Yi somewhat regretful.
Finally, Mu Yi gave half a bowl of blood to the black dog, mixed it with glutinous rice water, added cinnabar, and stirred it evenly to form ink.
In fact, ever since the old Taoist taught Mu Yi how to read, drawing talismans has become his job. For this reason, he has often been beaten by the old Taoist. Although he feels that his drawings are only slightly worse than the old Taoist, it is completely okay.
He made do with it, but the old way was so harsh that it was outrageous.
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. After practicing day after day, Mu Yi can draw talismans even with his eyes closed. However, even so, he only knows five and a half kinds of talismans.
They are for attracting wealth, protecting yourself, exorcising evil spirits, controlling the house, and killing demons. As for the other half, they are the Five Thunder Talisman.
After Mu Yi burned incense and purified his hands, he took a few deep breaths and suppressed the impatience in his heart. Perhaps because of the lack of support, Mu Yi was more serious than ever this time. He felt that his energy and spirit were showing signs of sublimation.
He held the pen, dipped it in ink, and the pen moved swiftly. In an instant, a talisman appeared in front of Mu Yi.
Even until the talisman was finished, Mu Yi didn't react and just stared at the talisman in a daze.
This is an amulet. Mu Yi has drawn countless pictures before, and he can draw them perfectly even with his eyes closed. But this time, Mu Yi felt a strange feeling when he looked at this amulet, but specifically
He couldn't explain the reason. Compared with the previous talismans, the one in front of him seemed to be more natural and harmonious.
Mu Yi shook his head vigorously, suppressed the confusion in his heart, and continued to draw.
Three amulets, ten exorcism charms, and ten demon-killing charms.
This is Mu Yi's final result. It's not that he doesn't want to draw more, but that drawing the talisman consumes too much energy. In addition, there may be action at night, so he needs to spare enough mental energy.
I don’t know why, but the talismans that Mu Yi drew later no longer have the same feeling as the first one. Although the drawings are still very standard, and can even be called excellent compared with before, but once compared with the first one, I immediately feel that
the gap.
It's a pity that the old Taoist is dead now, and no one can explain to him or tell him the reason.
Mu Yi thought for a moment, then carefully placed the first talisman on his chest and put it away. As for the ten exorcism talismans and the ten demon-killing talismans, he placed them in his left and right pockets.
Finally, Mu Yi came to the main hall and started working. He was not finished until the sun slowly went down.
After dinner, Mu Yi lay down on the bed with his clothes on. The ax was placed beside the bed within easy reach, and the mahogany sword was hung on his waist. Then he closed his eyes and breathed lightly from his nose.
"Cuckoo."
"Cuckoo."
A burst of night owl laughter woke Mu Yi up. In fact, he didn't sleep deeply. He would wake up as long as there was some disturbance outside.
After waking up, Mu Yi lay down on the window and looked at it. Based on the position of the moon, he basically judged that it appeared at about Hai hour, that is, between nine and eleven o'clock at night.
Although he knew that there was something called a pocket watch, it was not something he could afford.
Mu Yi washed his face with cold water, and then quietly came to the main hall with an ax in hand. Although the main hall could barely be seen clearly at this moment, it still had an eerie feeling.
Finally, Mu Yi squatted down in the shadow of the corner near the temple entrance and breathed as lightly as possible.
Time passed little by little, and the laughter of night owls came from outside from time to time, which seemed to symbolize that something ominous was about to happen.