Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The store prepared the food, and the veteran also happened to return with the wine.

The two of them were not busy with the meal. First, they found the ancestor's tablet from the package, and respectfully lit the incense candle. Lao Dao took out a talisman from his arms and placed it in front of the memorial tablet. This talisman was made of yellow paper, and the talisman was hooked with cinnabar. The edge of the talisman was also lined with gold threads.

This is the most precious thing in the old Dao's body, the talisman handed down by the ancestor, used to save his life.

Then, he pushed aside the gourd that was selling wine around his waist, and took out a small gourd from behind. This little gourd is also filled with wine, but it is not the inferior wine sold by the old man from the market, but the finest Fen wine, which is usually reluctant to drink, but is only used to worship the ancestor.

He unplugged the stopper, took a deep breath of the aroma of the wine, carefully poured a glass, and placed it respectfully in front of the Patriarch's tablet.

Then, the old way took Li Changan to start his daily homework.

After finishing, carefully put away these objects, even the glass of wine was poured into the gourd again.

Then, the little cup filled with wine was not wasteful, so I picked it up and smelled it, and then took a sip of the bad wine. He squinted his eyes and looked intoxicated, as if he was not drinking the bad wine of the big gourd, but the fine Fen wine in the small gourd.

Li Changan couldn't look down.

"Can't you put the wine in the glass and drink it when you are old."

"What do you know," the old Dao said leisurely, "you can't drink a cup, smell and drink, that's enough to drink a big gourd!"

After eating and drinking, the old way said slowly:

"I stopped by and inquired about the news when I was selling wine. There are only two jobs that can be done in Yulin City. One is that a family named Zhou in the north of the city is haunted. I stopped by to see it, but it is because the dead are nostalgic. For a big family with the surname Zhang, you will go with the old way to find out later."

"So anxious?" Li Changan was shocked.

After entering the city, he thought he could rest for a while.

"Urgent?" The old man wiped his beard, but glared at Li Changan. "Boy, let me ask you, what is the most important thing to walk around the rivers and lakes?"

Li Changan thought about it carefully. Through a month of traveling, Li Changan has already figured out the bottom of the old way. This old way is not very capable and even less courageous. The only way to avoid bad luck is so powerful that it can be heard from afar. To the smell of danger, there will be a detour ten miles away from danger.

The last time I ventured to rescue Li Changan, it was because of the rules of the ghost city's own ghost city, and secondly, as he said, it was completely the upper body of the ancestor, who wanted to accept Li Changan as a disciple.

Ever since, I firmly said: "Safety is the most important thing!"

"Fart!" Unexpectedly, the old way took a sip, "Of course, eating is the most important thing."

"Let's go." Lao Dao collected everything, "Come with me to find money for food."

……………

The two of them wandered around, but instead of going to the door of Zhang's house, they walked around into the small alley next to the house of Zhang's house.

No one passed by in the small alley. It happened to be cheaper. The two masters and apprentices acted. It was not that they had any evil intentions, but the next behavior was not very elegant, not in line with the image of an expert, and should not be seen by outsiders.

Lao Dao took out a piece of talisman paper, pinched a magic trick in his hand, and chanted a spell on his mouth, and the talisman paper ignited spontaneously without wind. He took the talisman paper and drew a few circles under his nose, then twitched his nose violently. Sniff.

This school of old Taoism is called Shangjingmen, and Taoism is born out of "Twenty-four True Urns with Three Eight Views in Taiwei". The so-called "jing" refers to the gods corresponding to the body parts.

The spell used by Lao Dao is the "Chonglong Jade Rune" that he is best at relying heavily on. Its function is to evoke the nose **** Chonglong Jade, which is used to identify and explore monsters.

The old Dao was already lying on the wall, moving his head along the smell. After a while, he found a dog hole at the root of the wall, raised his butt, and stuffed his head in.

Available right away.

He pulled his head out, and crawled to hide away, his nose and mouth were wrinkled, and he kept fanning under his nose.

Li Changan guessed: "It smells bad."

The old man couldn't answer, just nodded vigorously.

"Carrion?"

The old man shook his head.

"Yellow leather?"

Still shook his head.

Without waiting for Li Changan to continue guessing, the old way finally eased, and he said in a vicious voice, "It's shit!"

"Uh…"

It seems that too sensitive sense of smell is not always a good thing. Seeing that the old way is smelly irritated, Li Changan wisely decided to turn this page.

"Are there any ghosts?"

"Have."

The veteran has superb skills and can find a clue in the huge stench.

"Is it fierce?"

"It's just a kid!" The old Dao waved his hand.

Li Changan responded with excitement and turned to the direction of Zhang's gate, but he was immediately pulled back by the old Dao.

"Wrong way."

"Isn't the Zhang family in this direction?"

"Where to go to Zhang's house? Go to Zhou's house in the north of the city."

"what?"

………………

"The Zhou family wife is really pitiful."

"Yes, she was idle when she was alive, and she would hang around when she died, but how can she tell me how many mothers and children are."

On the street, a few aunts gathered together and whispered. The protagonist of their discussion, the wife of the Zhou family, was holding a few young children with a sad face.

And they couldn't see it. There was a young man standing beside the Zhou family. This man looked at the mother and the son with nostalgic eyes. Hearing the gossip of the aunts, he stared at him fiercely, but he immediately retracted his gaze again, cautiously. Looking to the side, Liu Laodao was calm and relaxed with a talisman in one hand and a long sword in his hand.

The old Dao hooked his finger at the male ghost, and the ghost reluctantly moved his steps, came to the center of the yard, and showed his figure as soon as he turned around.

"scare!"

The people who were chattering and watching the excitement were so scared that they crawled and hid far away.

On the contrary, the youngest son in the arms of the Zhou family's wife stretched out his hands towards the man, and cried out with a milky voice: "Daddy."

The Zhou family lady also looked at the male ghost with complex expressions, and called out, "Miangong."

The male ghost opened his mouth, but could not speak.

The old-fashioned eyes stared again.

The male ghost nodded in confession, turned around and carried his wife, showing a terrifying death.

The male ghost owed a large amount of gambling debts in front of him, was beaten to death by a gangster, and cleared his accounts. Not to mention his death, he was covered in blood stains, and the whole street was horrified and there was no sound. The wife of Zhou's family also covered the child's eyes. , The language begged: "The Daoist."

The old man nodded, swung his sword, and chanted loudly:

"The gods of the ten directions, the number of them is like sand and dust, transforming into the world of the ten directions, universally saving the heavens and people, appointing the merits and virtues, and saving the world with one voice..."

When the male ghost heard this, he was stunned for a while, then he knelt down and kowtowed.

It should be noted that there are no more than three types of wizards: exorcism, extermination, and transcendence. Expelling is the easiest and the most common. Exterminating is the only way to eliminate future troubles. The only exception is that it consumes energy and mana. Most wizards will not easily overdo it.

The male ghost saw that Liu Lao was willing to expend mana for him, so how could he not be grateful to Dade.

In the singing, the male ghost reincarnated and ascended to heaven.

After the ritual was done, the Zhou family lady walked to the old way with a bamboo basket, but suddenly knelt down and squatted.

"Thank you, the elder Taoist master, for helping my father-in-law, but there is not much money in the family. The funeral of the father-in-law has consumed the money seven or eighty-eight, so I have to use these worthless things to cover the cost of the ceremonial service. Please allow a few days for the rest. …"

The old Tao hurriedly helped her up and looked at the objects in the basket, which were nothing but whole grains.

Looking at the women behind the woman looking at his children timidly, the old Tao took out an egg from the basket, laughed and said:

"It's a trivial matter, it's not enough. With this chicken, it's enough."

After speaking, as soon as he turned around, he changed back to a bitter face.

After walking a few steps, I saw Li Changan approaching from a distance, and stepped forward to catch him.

"Where did you go just now?"

It turned out that the ritual had just begun, and Li Changan was gone.

"I…"

Li Changan only started talking, and the old Dao saw a piece of yellow paper in his hand with sharp eyes, and his heart suddenly became fuzzy.

"what is this?"

"Mysterious Dao!" Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a rich face and a rat whiskers sprang out from the side. The old way couldn't avoid it, and he hugged his leg.

"Please also save my master's life!"

The squirrel-bearded man cried, and the old Dao realized that this was the manager of the Zhang family. Li Changan didn't do anything else. He just went to expose the Huang Bang and brought the manager of the Zhang family by the way.

This steward also came by coincidence, and he saw everything from the male ghost to the time when he was overtaken.

"The layman can rest assured, how can the cultivators of my generation allow evil spirits to make trouble!"

The old Dao looked righteous and bluffed the steward, then he pulled Li Chang'an aside, burning his ass, and asked in a low voice, "What are you kidding up to?"

Li Changan was surprised: "Master, didn't you say that there is just a kid?"

"What's the matter with the little devil? The little devil is not fierce!" As he said, the old Dao pointed at the housekeeper, "You hurry up and push this thing!"

But Li Changan stood still and didn't move. Instead, he asked Lao Liu, "Master, I don't know how much money did you get for the Zhou family's ritual."

The old man blushed, knowing that his apprentice had just beaten his face to fill the fat man, but he refused to lose face, put on the master's pretense, and defended himself:

"How did I teach you? The purpose of our school is to save the world and save people, and to reduce demons and eliminate demons as the foundation. What kind of rewards are we talking about?!"

However, Li Changan sighed. Along the way, he has seen a lot of such soft-hearted deeds of the old way. With the old way of life, he doesn't need to be so shabby, but he is cautious and refuses to accept big deals. He is soft-hearted and cannot bear the money of poor people.

Lao Liu is a good person, but it's a pity...

Looking at the old way, Li Changan said earnestly: "Master, we are not entangled."