Ghosts are not simply divided into bad ghosts and evil ghosts.
Fierce ghosts and evil ghosts are just a measure of a ghost's strength.
For example, fierce ghosts are more than ten times more powerful than evil ghosts.
There are many types of ghosts. In ancient times, an old man made a list of one hundred ghosts. On this list, one hundred powerful ghosts were recorded.
At this time, Wang Sen in front of Lin Xiaofeng turned into a ghost named Dark Rakshasa, ranked seventy-nine on the Hundred Ghost List.
This Dark Rakshasa, legend has it that the Dark Rakshasa is extremely fierce. Although it is a ghost, it is extremely powerful.
Lin Xiaofeng thought of this and hurriedly backed away. Wang Sen roared, and the evil-suppressing talisman originally attached to his forehead turned into a piece of powder.
Seeing Wang Sen rushing towards him, Lin Xiaofeng took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down.
Lin Xiaofeng was actually very nervous. This was a ghost on the top of the Hundred Ghosts List!
Fortunately, this guy had just turned into a dark Rakshasa, otherwise, I might have really fallen into trouble here today.
Lin Xiaofeng hurriedly bit the fingers of his right hand, and then drew a curse on the money sword.
While backing up, he also opened his mouth and recited: "The devils from the Demon Star, the ancient elves, raise their heads to look at each other, and bow their heads to listen together. There are Liujia above, and Liuding below. The disturbance is serious, and the thunder is certain. The Supreme Lord has an order.
, ordered me to execute it.”
Just after he finished reciting, An Rakshasa also rushed in front of him. Lin Xiaofeng raised the money sword and stabbed it between the forehead and the eyebrow.
An Rakshasa easily dodged the sword. He was not stupid and did not dare to let Lin Xiaofeng hit him between the eyebrows easily.
The center between the ghost's eyebrows is also called the ghost gate. No matter how powerful the ghost is, as long as the ghost gate is hit, it can be seriously injured or completely destroyed.
The sword was dodged, Lin Xiaofeng turned his peak and slashed across.
An Rakshasa didn't hide at all this time. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed Lin Xiaofeng's chest.
His fingers were five centimeters long and extremely sharp. Once Lin Xiaofeng caught him, he could almost go down to report to King Yama.
Lin Xiaofeng didn't dare to let him catch him, so he gave up the attack and took a step back.
However, the dark Rakshasa came forward.
He grabbed Lin Xiaofeng's neck.
When Lin Xiaofeng was caught, it was like having a pair of iron pliers strangling his neck, and it became difficult to breathe.
An Luosha stared at Lin Xiaofeng and said with red eyes: "You all have to die, you all have to die!"
"I'll go." Lin Xiaofeng struggled hard, trying to raise his right hand and stab it with a sword.
But at this time, there was already a little lack of oxygen in the head, and the whole body could not exert any strength.
"Can we only use ghost magic?" Lin Xiaofeng felt helpless. If he didn't have to, he would not be willing to use ghost magic at all.
The Taoist methods used before are actually some other Taoist methods taught by the master. They are enough for catching ghosts and eliminating demons on weekdays.
Thinking of this, Lin Xiaofeng bit the tip of his tongue and spit it out towards the top of An Rakshasa's head. Then he chanted: "Six armors and six yi, evil ghosts come out. Six ding and six dings, evil ghosts enter the underworld!"
Blood curse!"
At the same time as he finished reciting, the blood mist was sprayed into the air and instantly fell on An Rakshasa.
"Ah!" An Rakshasa screamed, and smoke billowed out from all over his body. He released Lin Xiaofeng's hand, fell to the ground, and struggled continuously.
"Cough cough cough.
"Lin Xiaofeng covered his neck and coughed hard.
"What is this? This is not Taoism. Taoism is all based on cinnabar and yellow talismans. You use blood. This is ghost magic." An Rakshasa raised his head in shock and looked at Lin Xiaofeng in disbelief: "You
Knows magic!"
To perform Taoist magic, cinnabar and black dog blood are used as guides, while ghost magic uses the blood of the caster.
Lin Xiaofeng gasped and looked at An Rakshasa who was lying on the ground and struggling: "Rest in peace."
"I'm not willing to give in! Even if I commit suicide and become a dark Rakshasa, I can't kill you. I'm not willing to give in!"
Soon, red flames burned on An Rakshasa's body. He kept screaming and struggling for half a minute before he was completely burned to ashes.
Lin Xiaofeng looked at the place where An Rakshasa disappeared and sighed in his heart.
If I were just an ordinary Taoist priest, I would definitely not be the opponent of Dark Rakshasa today. Ghost magic is the originator of all evil arts. To deal with evil spirits, using ghost magic is even more effective than Taoism.
Of course, Lin Xiaofeng would not use ghost magic unless he had to.
At the same time that An Luosha disappeared, the lights in the villa suddenly turned on.
Lin Xiaofeng felt weak all over and saw Xiao Huanghu lying on the ground not far away.
Xiao Huanghu was possessed by the Dark Rakshasa just now, and he didn't know what the situation was.
Lin Xiaofeng walked to him, helped him up, and felt his pulse. Fortunately, his breathing was a little disordered, which was not a big deal.
"Lin Xiaofeng, how are you?"
Lin Xiaofeng heard Xiao Lili's voice in his ears. He turned around and saw Xiao Lili holding the God of Wealth in her hand, her body covered with incense ash, standing timidly at the door of the kitchen.
"Hurry up and make some ginger soup for your father. I have already dealt with that evil ghost."
Xiao Lili was relieved when she heard what Lin Xiaofeng said. She and Lin Xiaofeng worked together to lift Xiao Huanghu to the sofa and lie down. Then she made some ginger soup and fed it to her father.
Lin Xiaofeng sat on the sofa and packed his things. He saw that Xiao Lili had just finished feeding Xiao Huanghu the ginger soup, and asked, "You didn't hear anything else, did you?"
What Lin Xiaofeng asked was actually the word "ghost".
If Xiao Lili heard it and said it accidentally, it would cause an uproar.
Fortunately, Xiao Lili asked in confusion: "What is it? I had been hiding under the sofa before and only came out when I saw the light on."
"That's good." Having said this, Lin Xiaofeng asked: "You and Wang Sen have known each other for many years, right?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Lili lowered her head and nodded slightly: "Yes, brother, he watched me grow up since he was a child. Later, because of one thing, he hated my dad."
"Is it because of Zhang Xiaolian?" Lin Xiaofeng asked.
Seeing Xiao Lili nodding, Lin Xiaofeng asked: "So, you should have suggested it to Fatty Huang when we went to Liuxihe, right? You specifically led me to Liuxihe to save Zhang Xiaolian?"
"Have you guessed it all?" Xiao Lili looked at Lin Xiaofeng in surprise: "Sister Zhang is actually a very nice person. It's a pity that my brother promised to die for her love, but ended up being sorry for her. I have dreamed about Sister Xiaolian many times."
"She begged me to help her take revenge. I thought it was just a nightmare before, but after I saw a real ghost in Mangrove Village, I realized that Sister Xiaolian had really become an unjust ghost."
Indeed it is.
Lin Xiaofeng had been guessing before. After all, he had just gone to Liuxihe to save Zhang Xiaolian and met Wang Sen. It was a coincidence that everything happened.