Zhang Wenfeng put the willow vase on the table, put a yellow evil-repelling charm on the mouth of the vase, and continued to ask: "Are there any ancient trees nearby, the ones that are at least several hundred years old?"
Wei Xingde said without thinking: "We have an ancient walnut tree in Nitan Village. It is on the hillside north of the village. It may be two or three hundred years old. During festivals, some old people go to burn incense and pay tribute." He then asked in a low voice: "It can't be it.
Have you become a sperm?"
He glanced sideways to the left and right, fearing that spirits would come to his door.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the willow bottle and shook his head, "No. When daybreak, take me around to have a look."
Wei Xingde was asked to go to the east room to comfort his wife and children, who were still worried. He sat down on a chair, took out a handwritten booklet from his arms, and slowly read through it to pass the time.
After a while, the barking of the dogs gradually stopped.
Several old people in the village called many young and strong men to find the Wei family yard with iron tools and torches in their hands.
A section of the courtyard wall collapsed, there were many fresh pit marks on the mud wall, the dead rat was trampled in the courtyard, the jujube trees on the river slope, and the broken willow trees on the river slope made the onlookers tremble with fear.
I wonder if the Taoist priests at Xianling Temple have caught any ghosts?
There was a lot of noise outside, so I called Wei Xingde to go out.
Wei Xingde opened the closed door of the main hall and closed it behind him. He walked out of the dilapidated and messy yard and negotiated and explained to many villagers.
Hearing high and low noises, some people were reluctant and insisted on asking for an explanation. When Yue Anyan saw that the viewer was flipping through the book and had no intention of going out, she got up, opened the door and walked out. The noise suddenly stopped.
She casually fabricated a story about Huang Pizi becoming a spirit, enmity with Wei Xingde's ancestors, and taking revenge on the third generation.
With concise words, he sent back these villagers who were more or less related to Wei Xingde.
She doesn't understand these people's little thoughts of not wanting to mess with them, lest the spirits and ghosts take revenge on them.
In the face of outsiders, all villagers can work together to fight, such as fighting for water.
There is nothing they can do when they are attacked by a spirit. The most they can do is burn incense and subdue them, or ask an expert to surrender. The more they can do nothing, they can only ask for blessings that they cannot say out loud.
It became quiet again inside and outside the house.
Shortly after the sound of the bangzi at the fifth watch, Zhang Wenfeng, who was sitting on the chair adjusting his breath, suddenly opened his eyes.
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the yellow charm affixed to the mouth of the bottle fluttered in the wind at both ends, and wisps of black air overflowed from the cracks in the bottle mouth, which looked very strange.
Yue Anyan, who was sitting across the table, also suddenly opened his eyes.
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his left index finger and put it on the willow bottle. The black air that came out twisted and disappeared under his gaze.
There was a faint animal cry outside, and the evil creature that wanted to cast a spell suffered a hidden loss.
Zhang Wenfeng signaled his senior sister to guard the room with his eyes. Holding the wooden bottle in his left hand, he stood up and opened the single door. When he walked out, he saw two black figures, one tall and one short, squatting on the wall of the southeast kitchen.
It is draped with many poplar branches.
The donkey, with a yellow talisman on his forehead, stared at the shadows in the yard and did not move rashly.
"Return the bottle, and the enmity between us can be wiped out with one stroke!"
The short figure shouted to Zhang Wenfeng in a high-pitched voice, looking a little restless. It was almost dawn.
They don't know what's weird about that human being and can easily suppress their bottles.
"What about the enmity between you and the Wei family?"
Zhang Wenfeng was unmoved and asked.
"Don't even think about it! Back then, when I was begging for silence, that stinking Taoist priest interrupted me, ruined my centuries-old cultivation, and even hunted me down. This debt must be settled."
The short figure was angry and told the reason for the incident.
Zhang Wenfeng stared at the short figure and slowly shook his head, "It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. You are just making one-sided remarks. There is no proof of the truth. The Taoist priests of the past are dead. Why don't you just listen to my advice and let it go? You have already re-cultivated." Come back and find your way, don't get stuck here."
When mountain monsters achieve breakthroughs in cultivation, they have a tradition of seeking silence from humans.
Most of the time, on a sunny morning or at dusk, I meet a passerby with eyesight at a certain intersection. He uses blindfolding techniques to pretend to be a human being, wearing a straw hat to cover his head, and asks: "Do you think I look like you?" people?"
And so on.
"You are a Taoist priest who is so unreasonable, why do you still blame me for pestering you? I have almost lost all my hundreds of years of Taoism and even lost half my life. How can I give up? If I don't take away the souls of his descendants and take revenge, I can't fulfill the oath I made in my heart. Oh, what else should I cultivate? If you return the bottle, I won't argue with you."
The little figure was furious.
If it weren't for the powerful Taoist priests below, who couldn't deal with them for a while, there would be so much nonsense.
He had already pounced on them and killed them, using magic to speak.
When Zhang Wenfeng saw that the other party threatened to take the lives of the four members of the Wei family, he knew that there was no room for maneuver. His reasoning was of course on the human side. His eyes did not change at all, and he said calmly: "I advise you, 'Those who know the current affairs are heroes', it is for your own good." .I have a relationship with that Taoist priest back then, so I took over this problem for him."
It is impossible for him to see demons killing people and remain indifferent.
If he was afraid of a mere monster and returned the bottle he got, he wouldn't need to practice this method.
Anyway, if the relationship is settled, it is better to take over the affairs of the Wei family.
Hiding in silence is spiritual practice, and killing evil spirits and ghosts that harm the world is also spiritual practice. There is no contradiction between the two.
"Okay, okay, I'll find you, we'll see."
The short figure stared at Zhang Wenfeng, said fiercely, and the tall figure dug into the willow branch and disappeared in an instant.
Zhang Wenfeng understood some of the rules of fortune-telling in the practice of the Yao Jingshan monsters. From now on, he has been fighting to the death with these two monsters.
He also had no intention of letting go of the two spirits. The previous attempts to persuade them to make peace were just a delaying tactic.
Yue Anyan stayed in the main room with her hand on the hilt of the sword, without stepping out of the threshold. She watched the contemporary master and the evil thing verbally exchange words. She said nothing. Deep down, she admired the contemplative master's heroic spirit. This is the magnanimity that a monk should have.
Don't cause trouble, don't be afraid of trouble, dare to take on trouble.
Zhang Wenfeng walked down the steps and stroked the donkey's head.
The donkey grinned and showed his teeth, and said through the message: "Don't worry, their magic can no longer confuse me."
It cultivated the thunder method, and actually fell into the trap of a little dwarf, causing it great shame and humiliation.
The owner of the temple used a yellow talisman to deceive others. It had just relied on its own ability to prevent the two guys who cast spells on it from succeeding. It also pretended that it was the yellow talisman that was responsible for it, and it praised its own performance.
"Very good, cultivate your mind more and sharpen your soul."
Zhang Wenfeng turned around and walked up the steps, entered the hall, closed the door, placed the wooden bottle on the table, and continued to sit in meditation with his eyes closed.
The sky is bright and the mist is as cool as water.
The four members of the Wei family carried large and small bags and followed the viewer out the door.
There was no time to clean up the collapsed walls and broken trees, so the close clan members would help them take care of them, look after the yard and fields, etc. They had already entrusted two relatives with these little things.
On the road, when I met villagers who got up early and were busy, they all avoided them in advance and did not say hello to them.
Wei Xingde whispered to his two sons not to call anyone.
Politeness at this time is to trouble others.
After walking for a while, he turned a path to the back mountain to the north. Zhang Wenfeng walked alone to the hillside and took a look. He examined it with his hands and found that the ancient walnut tree was full of vitality, but there was no sign of it becoming mature.
Most of the ancient trees that can become spirits have a chance from heaven or are enlightened by an expert.
Not just any tree that survives long enough can become a spirit and achieve good fortune.
A group of six people and one donkey took the path to the northwest.
After a while, it disappeared into the cool autumn mist.
The villagers in Nitan Village gathered together to discuss the matter, and the commotion was so loud that they were both curious and frightened.
The village chief and the clan chief, together with several elders, prepared small animals, incense and other items after discussion, and asked a few young men to carry them. They went up the northern hillside, burned incense towards the ancient walnut tree, knelt down and asked for the blessing of Grandpa Gushu.
, I hope that Wong Tai Sin who was driven away will not come back again, and so on.
When the sun was about three o'clock in the morning, the villagers were walking towards the town accompanied by people.
I still felt uneasy, so I thought it would be best to tell the town, and ask around which Taoist temple nearby had great Taoist priests. After all, the two Taoist priests at Xianling Temple were young and couldn't contain the spirits, so they just drove them away.