In Yizhuang, Liao Wenjie followed the red rope back, lit the Bagua mirror in front of the door, walked to the corner after entering, walked around Erhei's body three times, put a yellow talisman on it, and murmured something.
"rise!"
Suddenly, Erhei jumped up straight and spit out a piece of yellow paper from his mouth.
Liao Wenjie opened the yellow paper and saw the words "Lin Fengjiao" written on it. Then he was satisfied and put away the Taoism, folded the yellow paper and stuffed it into Erhei's mouth again.
That's right, it's Yizhuang. There are no ghosts hitting the wall or running into the wrong place.
"Ajie, what are you doing over there?"
"I have a heart-to-heart talk with Erhei to prevent him from being lonely and cold and barking in the middle of the night."
Liao Wenjie explained after entering the room, placed the torn paper figure in half on the table, took off the equipment one by one, put it back in the basket and covered it with a black cloth.
"Ajie, the wooden sword is mine."
"Sorry, I forgot about it."
Liao Wenjie apologized, took out the wooden sword and put it in Uncle Jiu's hand.
Uncle Jiu took the wooden sword and pulled it hard, then took it back into his hand.
Beside, a group of people were in shock. Awei was lying on the ground with his body stretched out. He was slapped unconscious by Liao Wenjie. He has not yet woken up. Two servants of the Ren family are taking care of him.
"Brother Jie, have you driven away the female ghost? Also, why did you pick up a paper figurine? This is a lot of fun."
Qiu Sheng asked curiously, and Uncle Jiu was also about to ask. Hearing this, he looked at Liao Wenjie, waiting for his answer.
"Qiu Sheng, I was about to tell you about this. Does it look familiar? This is your mother-in-law. I accidentally chopped her into pieces."
Liao Wenjie picked up the paper man with his money sword, then turned to Uncle Jiu and said, "Uncle Jiu, take a look and see if it can be repaired. If so, it will allow Qiu Sheng to renew his relationship with her tonight."
"Brother Jie, what are you talking about? This is obviously a paper man."
Qiu Sheng probably understood something. He felt nauseated and nauseated. He swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva and his face looked much better.
"Qiu Sheng, you hugged Hua Qian Yue Xia last night, and today you turned your back on me and refused to recognize me... You can't, at least you shouldn't."
"I'm not, I didn't, you got the wrong person." Qiu Sheng refused to admit it.
"Really? I remember someone swore that he was not the kind of bad person who would never admit his fault. Did I hear this wrong?"
"This, this..."
Qiu Sheng was at a loss for words and blushed as he tried to throw the paper man away, but Uncle Jiu slapped him away.
"Master, why are you beating..."
Qiu Sheng was stunned in the middle of his words. Thinking of some possibility, he said with a cold sweat on his face: "Master, Brother Jie just said it casually. This paper man cannot be repaired well. Don't take it too seriously."
"Shut up, no one will think you are dumb if you don't speak."
"oh."
Qiu Sheng lowered his head and stood aside. He had been being scolded all night and felt unlucky in his heart.
Wen Cai couldn't stop snickering when he saw it, and he couldn't stop laughing.
On the one hand, his face hurt too much, and on the other hand, although Qiu Sheng was scolded bloody, at least Feng Liu had a happy night. Unlike him, in addition to being scolded, he also received two slaps.
"Uncle Jiu, what do you think?"
Liao Wenjie recounted what happened outside Yizhuang and asked his doubts: "I killed the female ghost with one sword, but it turned out to be a paper doll. What kind of deception is this?"
"It's not a blinding trick, it's a clever way to control ghosts." Uncle Jiu looked solemn, and this time he didn't use the word "torture" to describe it.
"How?"
"The paper man is used as the shell, and the ghost is used as the core. It can be made into a ghost servant and can be driven as you like."
Speaking of this, Uncle Jiu frowned: "That crooked way can cast poison and raise corpses. Now that it has used the method of controlling ghosts, it is getting more and more difficult."
"The paper ghost is useless. It can be chopped to death with one sword. There is nothing to be afraid of."
"You can't say that. One or two ghosts are nothing to be afraid of, but if there are dozens or hundreds of them in groups, the scene is no joke."
Uncle Jiu thought thoughtfully: "If I'm not wrong, the first time he cast the poison was because he didn't want to conflict with me head-on, so he took a trick. This time, the ghost control did the same, flexing his muscles to make us retreat and take the initiative.
Send the Ren family father and daughter out."
Liao Wenjie shrugged. There was no need to discuss it. Even if he nodded in agreement, Uncle Jiu would not.
Dead end.
"By the way, Uncle Ninth, the art of controlling ghosts is so powerful, is there no flaw to be found?"
Liao Wenjie wanted to say that he was very good at reciting spells, and the [Cleaning Heaven and Earth Divine Curse] swept across a large area. After thinking about it, he decided to keep it as a backup plan and learn more from Uncle Jiu.
As expected, Uncle Jiu did not disappoint him.
"Generally speaking, ghosts are free and undisciplined and do not want to be controlled by others. Most of these ghosts are captured by crooked ways. Once someone breaks this Taoist technique, it will be as easy as him to suffer a hundred ghosts devouring the heart."
"If I smash the paper man, does that count as breaking the Taoist technique?"
"It's not that simple."
Uncle Jiu said: "If I'm not wrong, Wai Dao must have a ghost-controlling flag in his hand. It's similar to the one used by my junior brother when he drove away corpses. It's just that it has a stronger suppression effect on ghosts. Just destroy it."
It sounds very simple, but the problem is, where to find Crooked Road, that guy is hiding in the dark and unwilling to show up, and the two of them can't go looking for it separately.
A deadlock plus a stalemate.
Just as Liao Wenjie was thinking about countermeasures, Uncle Jiu spoke again: "Ajie, I will start a forum at noon tomorrow. If I'm lucky, I might be able to find the hiding place of the crooked way. If I'm not lucky... I may have to rest for two days.
To three days.”
"Betting on luck?"
Liao Wenjie shook his head and was not optimistic. He was used to being cautious and would never try his luck unless absolutely necessary.
"It's not about gambling on luck. I rarely practice Taoism in controlling ghosts. I'll make an exception this time. I will open the forum at noon tomorrow. If I can't master it, I will continue to waste time with him."
Uncle Jiu looked at the paper man on the table and snorted coldly: "That crooked way can sit back and relax, so I'll give him a slap in the face, find his hiding place, and immediately force him to fight with me. You take advantage of this time to bring the literary talent
Qiu Sheng came to kill him and destroyed the ghost control banner, leaving him to ask for trouble."
If I bring Wen Cai Qiusheng with me, wouldn’t three of them hit me?
Liao Wenjie's eyes widened. He bet on luck, half and half, and still had a 50% chance of winning. He teamed up with his pig teammates to play a dungeon. The opponent was sure to be super powerful, and the chance of winning was zero.
Can't afford it, can't afford it.
…
At noon the next day, Uncle Jiu immediately ended his retreat practice. He nodded to Liao Wenjie. He had already mastered the art of breaking the situation. Tracking the hiding place of the crooked path was not a problem.
In the courtyard, the talented scholar Qiu Sheng set up the Buddhist altar. Uncle Jiu put on his yellow Taoist robe and started immediately with a wooden sword in his hand.
He killed the chicken and took the blood, mixed the ink and cinnabar, lit it with the candle on the altar, and refined it into French ink. Then he took a brush, dipped it in French ink, and drew complex spells on the yellow paper.
After the preparations were completed, Uncle Jiu muttered words, picked up the yellow paper with his sword, lit it, and pierced it into the paper figure together with it, condensing the remaining clues on it.
At the moment when the paper man was about to burn to ashes, Uncle Jiu held the ashes in his hand with the wind in his sleeves, and filled the remaining Dharma ink into the porcelain bowl. He stepped on the Tiangang, closed his eyes and recited the incantation, and waited for Dharma and ink to burn out.
After the ashes were mixed evenly, he breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.
"Wen Cai, Qiu Sheng!"
"Yes, Master."
The two people quickly stepped forward, sprinkled the yellow sand in the dustpan evenly on the glutinous rice ground, and placed a palm-sized Dharma flag in the center.
Uncle Jiu held the Bagua compass, picked up the Dharma ink in the porcelain bowl, and gently tapped it on the compass.
Suddenly, the compass pointer rotated rapidly, and Uncle Jiu made a circle around the Dharma flag, three times in the forward direction and three times in the opposite direction. The speed was so fast that he would feel dizzy.
After a moment, Uncle Jiu swung his wooden sword, and the French ink on the sword's edge turned into raindrops and splashed, falling on the sand, with more than thirty black spots.
Uncle Jiu: "..."
He was stunned and didn't speak.
"Uncle Jiu, it's the first time you use a new spell. It's normal for it to fail. The chicken coop is still very rich, and you won't be able to use it up even if you cast the spell ten times."
Liao Wenjie clenched his fist and coughed softly: "It doesn't matter if you run out. Master Ren is in the house, ask him to move a chicken farm for you."
"No, the spell is very successful, but the crooked way and caution are no match for yours."
Uncle Jiu pointed at more than thirty black spots on the sand: "As I said last night, I'm really going to try my luck this time. I hope I can find him before dark."
He did what he said. He asked the literary talent Qiu Sheng to draw talismans with cinnabar, sit cross-legged and pick yellow talismans with a sword, and select and eliminate them one by one, burning away the black spots on the yellow sand.
Time passed and the sun had just set. Uncle Jiu stood up slowly, looked at the sky and murmured: "I wanted to find his bad luck during the day, but I didn't expect it to be delayed until night. This time it will be difficult."
"Uncle Jiu, where is the crooked way hidden?"
"You may not believe it, but he is now living in Master Ren's house."
"It's a good thing, at least it's not Mr. Ren's graveyard. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the strength to run there even if I was wearing copper coin armor." Liao Wenjie said, pretending to be relaxed.
"Ajie, I will force him to fight and consume his energy. You should close your eyes and rest your mind first. When the time comes, you will lead Qiusheng, a literary talent, straight to Ren's house."
"Uncle Jiu, seriously, can't I do it alone? I really don't need these two people to support me."
Liao Wenjie looked confused and had an idea: "By the way, before it's too late, ask someone to call a carriage and take it to Ren's Mansion later."