Chapter 89 Picking up a bottle and finding evil things and feet
Zhang Wenfeng reacted very quickly, jumped up, and stabbed the tree trunk where the evil object was trapped with the green bamboo sword in his hand.
"Crack", the tree trunk exploded, splinters and wood chips flying.
Thin branches crashed against the embankment.
A three-foot figure screamed and fled hastily, rolling towards the weeds on the embankment, and embarrassedly dodged a sword attack that followed.
Suddenly it turned into black air, burrowed into the grass and disappeared.
"Quickly, chop down the willows in the east!"
Hearing the shouts of the master of the temple, Yue Anyan flew over and lightly stepped on the fallen branch.
Using the force to change direction, she swung the sword light and slashed at another weeping willow two feet away to the east. She already understood that the evil thing could escape with the help of trees, so it was no wonder that it could disappear without a trace.
But I still don’t know where the monster comes from?
Zhang Wenfeng's sword failed to hit the short figure twice in a row. He jumped back suddenly and swung his sword to strike at the willow tree close to him in the west.
He was very proficient in the trick of making an attack in the east and attacking in the west.
"Click", the willow tree was cut down at the root, and a black shadow appeared from the top of the branch awkwardly, fell to the shore, turned into a short figure, and ran towards the east.
"ha!"
As the spectator shouted loudly, the donkey began its performance.
The short figure screamed and moved its short legs, enduring the pain and continuing to stagger away. The speed suddenly became touchingly slow.
The donkey, with a yellow talisman on his forehead, jumped to the shore first in a very cool manner.
How could it be polite to an evil thing that almost made it look ugly?
With two leaps, he overtook the short figure from the air, and kicked his dark hooves back diagonally.
However, the two blows they were determined to win landed in the air one after another. The donkey was surprised and looked at the river in front of him on the right. Between the branches of a willow, the tall figure who had been chased by them before was revealed. He was holding a dark bottle in his hand.
He was swaying triumphantly in this direction.
A black gas came out of the bottle mouth and turned into a short figure.
The short figure climbed on the shoulder of the tall figure and challenged me wildly: "Come on, come and beat me."
The donkey was so angry that he spat out the thunderbolt technique he had prepared in his mouth.
It can't control its temper when it gets angry, and it will feel unhappy if it doesn't satisfy the little thief's wish to be beaten.
Zhang Wenfeng, who knew the nature of the donkey, shouted in advance: "Thunder!"
He raised his left hand into the air, attracting the attention of two dark and blurry figures.
He had a rough guess in his mind. This thing should be the "ancient tree sprite" recorded in the classics. It can transform into human form, absorb souls, and know some weird wood-moving magic.
"Walk!"
The short figure had experienced the disadvantages of thunder spells and was very aware of it, so he screamed.
It was precisely because it suffered a lightning strike that two humans forced it to reveal itself by clumsily chopping down trees.
The tall figure and the short figure shrank between the branches, and the figure quickly disappeared. "Bang...bang", the lightning, which was more than twice as thick as chopsticks, hit the tree trunk accurately.
In anger, the donkey struck fast, hard, and powerfully, almost draining all the demonic power in its body.
Black smoke and fire appeared from the tree trunk, a faint scream was heard, and something rolled down from the tree trunk.
Yue Anyan was close, so she rushed over to the villain when he was arrogant and provocative.
He picked up a sword and chopped off the burning willow tree at the root.
She stepped on the dark bottle that had fallen to the ground and rolled around. She carefully protected herself with water magic, not daring to pick up the bottle easily.
When did the Master of the Secret Path learn the art of thunder?
Doesn't it look like Mu Xing Lei Fa?
Zhang Wenfeng jumped forward and realized that the two evil creatures had escaped with the help of the willow trees. It was just a feeling, so he sent a message to stop the donkeys from pursuing them in vain, and signaled to his senior sister to show her respect.
He reached out his left hand, which was free of all restrictions, and picked up the black bottle that was half sunk in the sand.
It is a thin-necked wooden vase with smooth and delicate wood grain. It is about five inches high and has a round belly of more than three inches in diameter. The walls of the vase are quite thick, and there is not much space inside. There are dark holes with a bit of cold air coming out, but after being pinched in his hand,
, no more abnormalities.
He kicked some sand to put out the flames caused by the lightning strike and said, "Let's go back to the Wei family yard."
The barking of dogs was still lively, almost every house in the village had their lights on, and no one went out to check.
Countryside people deeply believe in ghosts and gods, respect them and fear them, and do not dare to provoke them easily. When encountering them, they will burn incense and ask their ancestors to bless them safely.
Zhang Wenfeng and Yue Anyan walked from the collapsed courtyard wall into the Wei family courtyard, which was littered with mud brick fragments and was in a mess.
The donkey looked back several times reluctantly, but the two evil things never appeared again.
After lighting the oil lamp in the main room, Zhang Wenfeng walked to the west room. When he saw Wei Xingde nervously blocking the bed in front of the bed with a stool in his hand, he smiled and said: "It's okay, we have driven away those two evil things."
Wei Xingde hurriedly put down his stool and heard everything going on outside.
The collapse of the courtyard wall, the high-pitched screams, and the sounds of fierce fighting made him frightened, but he did not dare to show it, and had to protect the frightened child on the bed.
"Guanzhu, didn't you catch the evil thing?"
"I didn't catch them. The two evil creatures had weird spells, so I just drove them away."
"This... they will come again next time, but what should I do?"
Wei Xingde was very anxious, and did not care about the children listening, and begged: "Master, you must have a way, there must be a way, right?"
He couldn't help but not worry, the life of his family was at stake.
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while and said: "After dawn, your family can follow us to the mountain and stay for a few days. These two evil creatures that harm you have enmity with someone in your family. Look at this attitude, they are not
I will give up and give up."
There is another sentence that he did not say clearly.
The evil creature's method of collecting souls and insidious damage failed this time, so next time it will use other methods.
Including setting fires, using evil methods, seeing blood, etc., it is a case of never ending.
He had limited knowledge of the rules of the ancient tree demon. He and Yue Anyan could not guard this place all the time. For the sake of their sect connection, they could still take in the four members of the Wei family and keep them safe for a few days.
When daybreak came, he went to the city to seek help. There was no need to fight with two evil creatures here.
He is a well-organized person.
Wei Xingde was overjoyed, but he was worried that the viewer would not care about their family's life or death.
He hurriedly bowed and thanked him repeatedly. He really didn't dare to go home until he had dealt with the two evil things. He then said doubtfully: "We, as a couple, seldom offend anyone in the village, so we shouldn't make enemies with evil things."
"Maybe it's the grudge between your seniors and evil things. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
Zhang Wenfeng asked, holding a black wooden bottle to wipe off the sand in his hand, and glanced at the yellow symbols on the mud wall and the half-melted salt grains on the ground. The hatred of some evil things can affect three generations.
"Well!"
Wei Xingde does not have any brothers or sisters.
He is an only son, and his father is also an only son. Only his grandfather has many brothers.
Looking at his expression, Zhang Wenfeng guessed that it was probably Wei Xingde's grandfather, the Taoist priest who had stayed in the mountain, who had some trouble with evil spirits. He turned around and walked to the main room, saying: "Some people from the village may come to the door later. Think about it."
No matter how we explain it to them, we won’t come forward.”
He didn't want to waste any time talking to anyone.
Being surrounded by people like looking at monkeys and having to explain for a long time, he found that he didn't have the patience anymore.
Perhaps it was because Tuofan had a different mentality. Apart from being able to get along with colleagues and acquaintances, he was vaguely repelled by the secular world.
"By the way, Jushi Wei, you know carpentry, can you tell the difference between wood?"
In the baskets on the west wall of the main room, there are several carpentry tools, axes, saws, planes, etc.
Wei Xingde followed him to the main room. The temple owner was there, so he was not worried about evil things coming to the door.
After listening to the viewer's question, he woke up and realized that he had been too nervous and flustered before, and lost his sense of proportion. There was an ax at home that he didn't need, but he held a stool to defend himself.
"Yes, I know carpentry and can recognize ordinary wood."
"Please help me see what kind of wood this bottle is made of? Don't touch it with your hands."
Wei Xingde retracted his fingers, turned his head to the light, and tilted his head to carefully examine the delicate wood grain on the bottle. After a long time of distinguishing it, he said: "This is made of willow. It's strange. How can there be black willow? The carving is so good.
It’s old, it’s an old thing.”
After hearing Wei Xingde's reply, Zhang Wenfeng had a rough idea of what the ancient tree demon was doing.
Tomorrow we can use the ancient willow tree as a clue to investigate.