"Quick! Sprinkle the ashes and ring the Dharma bell!"
Zhang Wenfeng consumed a lot of mana. He used a bronze Bagua mirror to focus on the black mist in the south, but it was difficult to take into account the fiercely struggling black mist in the east. The strength of the ghosts was beyond his expectation.
They thought that by trapping the female ghost in the magic circle to exorcise ghosts and ward off evil spirits, she could be allowed to be crushed and rounded by him.
But he had misunderstood. The equipment used to set up the magic circle was just a mortal object, not a magic weapon or a treasure. The energy that could be drawn from the heaven and earth was limited after all, and he was worried.
If the female ghost breaks through the magic circle, it will be his turn to be flattened and rounded. Fortunately, he has helpers.
Hearing this, the second senior brother suddenly came to his senses, leaned over and grabbed a handful of incense ash from the bowl in front of the glutinous rice altar, took three steps forward, raised his hand and sprinkled it on the ghost who turned into a blurry female figure and darted left and right.
At this time, the female ghost had not yet broken free, and was shaking, watching helplessly as the incense ashes covered her body like mist.
"Chichi", the incense ashes in the incense burner that is worshiped all year round in Sanqing Hall are highly poisonous to ghosts.
The female ghost let out a scream that was so shrill that it shrilled, and her figure was rapidly shrinking and shrinking, mixed with resentful curses.
"...Two bull-nosed...I curse you not to enter reincarnation and die a good death..."
Seeing that the effect was surprisingly good, the second brother didn't need to remind him anymore. He turned back and grabbed a small handful of the remaining incense ash and sprinkled it on the ghost figure in the south. He didn't care about the female ghost cursing him.
Killing ghosts is doing good deeds and accumulating merit. What's wrong with that?
He shook the magic bell with his left hand, recited the incantation in his mouth, moved his feet, and used the magic bell to attack the two ghosts who were trapped and covered with incense ash in waves.
Zhang Wenfeng saw that the red light stimulated by the bronze mirror had limited effect on the ghost in front of him. After the spell was cast, he put it into his sleeves and stabbed the shrunken ghost with the green bamboo sword. Each sword could consume a lot of the female ghost's energy.
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He will not be moved by the words of the ghosts. Since he interferes, he can't be good and will free him.
After seven or eight blows, the blood talisman on the sword body was exhausted, and the black mist in the south was almost gone.
After splitting the remaining ghost shadows with a sword, Zhang Wenfeng bit off his middle finger again and drew the "Evil-killing Yang Qi Talisman" on the sword body to completely kill the female ghost that had been able to haunt Gu An for more than two lifetimes.
To the east, only a ghost as big as a washbasin was left, and the shrill screams suddenly changed in tone.
The strange syllables are like singing, but also like humming and mourning.
Pulling the weird rhythm of sudden highs and lows.
Zhang Wenfeng felt something bad in his heart. In this situation, he wouldn't be surprised if the female ghost cursed viciously or begged for mercy.
At this time, the female ghost was beaten by him and started singing. What kind of trouble was this?
The surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, as if in the darkness beyond the reach of candlelight, what kind of terrifying existence was about to come?
Even when the second senior brother shook the magic bell, he couldn't cover up the female ghost's humming, and the damage caused by the magic bell suddenly became less.
It doesn't seem to work on the few remaining ghosts.
"Come on, take Gu Quan with you. I'll be at the rear. Let's go into the Sanqing Hall to stay away for a while."
Zhang Wenfeng made a quick decision and gave up using blood to draw the talisman, and sent a message to his second senior brother.
He was worried that the female ghost was using some means of death together.
What kind of crazy thing can't a guy who can become ruthless and turn into a ghost-eyed ghost haunt for three lifetimes do?!
The second senior brother didn't ask much why, he put away the bell and quickly shuttled along the gap of the white bowl with his feet.
After a few steps, he arrived in front of Gu Shen, who was sleeping on a stretcher. He reached out and picked up the skinny man, carried him and rushed towards the main hall without any regard for the delay.
Zhang Wenfeng's feet were light and he raised his sword to escort him, following closely at his side.
The female ghost's humming sound became more and more weird, and the white bowls arranged in the array, starting from the outer circle, made a "clicking" cracking sound, breaking one after another, like dangerous ice cracking and spreading rapidly.
Without Zhang Wen's wind control array, the Nuomi altar collapsed like a sand dune.
The candles stopped flickering and suddenly went out one by one.
The clear oil lamp swayed, and after holding on for about a breath longer, the broken lamp went out, and the clear oil flowed all over the floor.
Zhang Wenfeng exerted force with both palms and pushed open the heavy unlocked main hall door. He and his second senior brother stepped across the high copper-clad threshold at the same time. He felt a chill on his back and a chill in his heart, as if there was some suction pulling hard. He hurriedly stretched out his hand.
He held down the shoulders of the second senior brother who was leaning back and pushed forward with all his strength.
The moment you walk in, the uncomfortable feeling disappears instantly.
The bright orange lights in the hall are soft and keep away all evil spirits.
The invisible scent of incense hovers at the door.
He quickly turned around and closed the door. Before the door closed, Zhang Wenfeng saw a vague female ghost figure in red clothes and red skirt floating in the air where he had formed the formation earlier. She had bare feet and a shimmering light all over her body. It looked very unreal and strange.
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"...I am a cultivator, but I have entrusted me to someone else...Give me back my red embroidered shoes...Give me back my...shoes..."
The figure of the female ghost in red was fluttering, muttering to herself vaguely, and making intermittent murmurs. The red dress and skirt on her body faded very quickly, like a faded black and white photo.
At the same time, it became light and transparent, and it lasted only a few breaths. The female ghost raised her head and glanced at the gate of the Taoist temple, sighed vaguely, and disappeared without a trace.
The two people inside the door looked at the strange scene through the crack of the door, which was not closed, and did not move for a long time.
Zhang Wenfeng's ears were very good, and he heard the female ghost's last words and sighs, and guessed the reason why the female ghost was so powerful. She was a cultivator during her lifetime, and she knew the ghost exorcism array and the yellow talisman used by her senior brother Jia De'an.
It has no effect.
And what he used was what he learned in his previous life, and he was lucky enough to be able to deal with and trap the female ghosts in this world.
In the end, the female ghost must have seen that there was no hope of escape, so she used some kind of ghost disintegration technique to drag them together to visit the underworld.
Fortunately, fortunately, he saw the opportunity quickly and escaped with the help of Sanqing Palace.
As the female ghost disappeared, Gu Quan, who was held under the arm of the second senior brother, woke up from his deep sleep and let out a groan.
The second senior brother hurriedly put the man, who was so weak that he could belch at any time, and lay down on two straw futons.
He was so nervous just now that he almost forgot that he was holding someone under his arm. It was too light and had no weight to him.
"Master, that female ghost...has she left, or has she gone to Hades?"
The second senior brother swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice with a dry voice.
Walking on the edge of life and death, no matter how brave you are, you will be frightened.
Zhang Wenfeng's face was calm. He glanced at Gu Quan, who was curled up and tilting his head, and said, "I'll stay in the hall tonight and go out at dawn."
He was not sure whether the female ghost in red was hiding, or whether she really disintegrated and disappeared into the world.
Guessing is just guessing, it's better not to gamble your life.
But one thing he was sure of was that the female ghost had been beaten so hard by him and his second senior brother that she was so flat that she was not far away from death.
When the sun rises, the female ghost can't do anything weird until she's dead, so it's a safe bet for them to stay still.
He shouted outside through the threshold: "Old lame uncle, don't go out and walk around, just stay here and wait for dawn."
The donkey responded with "Ah uh... ah uh..." from the dining hall.
Then the old lame man weakly agreed: "We won't go out, so be careful."
Except for the donkey, no one in the dining hall could stand up at this time.
There was a smile on Zhang Wenfeng's lips. Both the man and the donkey were fine.
Listening to the old lame uncle's voice, he was probably affected by the strange magic of the female ghost at the end. After all, the evil talismans affixed above the door frame and on the windows of the dining hall are not as good as the hundreds of years of incense that have influenced dozens of generations of Taoist priests every day.
The worship hall is useful, and it's good to be able to save your life.
Fortunately, the female ghost didn't specifically target everyone in the dining hall, and the dining hall was far away, otherwise corpses would have been everywhere.
Gu Quan was curled up on the wheat straw futon, facing the backlight, with moisture in the corners of his eyes, and muttering silently:
"Red embroidered shoes, Liu Huier...Liu Huier..."
He seemed to wake up from a long dream, remembering the past as smoke, and remembering that we had traveled the world hand in hand.
For the spiritual energy surge that occurs once in five hundred years, and for the path of misty immortality, we embark on different paths.
Another reincarnation, who can make it to the end on the road of no return?
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