Please calm down your anger

Chapter 77

Ghosts laugh in the middle of the night, and evil things revive.

The candle flame turned green with a whistling sound, and all the surrounding tables and chairs began to rattle.

Wang Xuan's pupils were dark and colder.

Fuya Shalun can be used to infect and control the evil qi with will, but since he condensed, perhaps because of the fusion of the Taiyin shape refining technique, he can still see invisible things such as the soul.

At this moment, in his eyes, a head slowly emerged from the dark shadow of the bookshelf, with a purple complexion, a messy beard in a bun, three eyes flashing a strange red light, and the corners of the mouth were full of ferocious joy.

"come up with?"

Wang Xuan let out a cold snort, the palm of his hand clicked and the ice condensed, and he grabbed it suddenly.

boom!
Before he got close, the bookshelf exploded.

A group of black shadows rushed towards the face, bloody and pungent.

Instinctively, Wang Xuan felt that something was wrong, he tipped his toes, stepped back abruptly, crashed into the wall with a bang, and came to the courtyard.

Call ~
The black shadow came in hot pursuit.

Only now did Wang Xuan see clearly that An Shusheng's loose human skin had become taut and bluish, especially the face, which had completely changed into the old way of the Taiyin sect.

With a strange laugh, the human belt opened a huge mouth from the chin to the lower abdomen. The inside was filled with smoke and dripping with black blood, as if it wanted to wrap him.

How did it become such a ghost?
Wang Xuan was puzzled, but not panicked at all, Taiyin Xuansha erupted loudly.

This move was quite practical during the night battle in Fucheng, and it is not bad now. The Human Skin Spike God Figure was frozen in the solid ice in a rushing posture, and the cold air was overflowing.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Naturally, such a big movement cannot be hidden from others.

A few figures jumped up the wall, they were Guo Luquan and other subordinates, besides that, the eunuch named Lin Jiu had also rushed over.

Guo Luquan's eyes widened when he saw it, and his beard trembled at the corners of his mouth: "Grandma, how did the human skin prickly god figure become a spirit? My lord, don't let this thing escape!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped into the courtyard, nailed a few black wooden sticks around the ground with a bang bang bang, inserted them deeply into the stone slab, wrapped them with red thread, and finally pasted them with white ghost symbols.

Once the formation was complete, the wind suddenly rose.

Although it looks ghostly, but the effect is good.

Originally, the human skin was still struggling in the solid ice, but now it calmed down, the red light of the three eyes faded, and they closed slowly.

"Your grandma's!"

Guo Luquan wiped the sweat from his forehead, panted and cursed: "The bastards of the Taiyin Gate are still causing trouble after they are dead. This is the coffin wood of your Taiyin Gate old zombies. I will kill you, you bastard..."

Wang Xuan stood aside with his hands behind his back, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

This yin gate formation is obviously not that simple. Outsiders see it as nothing more than a red line of a wooden stick, but in his eyes, a darker and duller force than the earth's qi is guided out, and even the light within the formation range becomes dim. .

Yinmen has been passed down from ancient times to the present, and it really has a hand.

Eunuch Lin Jiu also jumped down, lost the humility of the day, and said with a sinking face: "It smells like a blood sacrifice to an evil god, my lord, where did this thing come from?"

Zhang Heng was not happy at the side, he stared and roared: "This is what our adults got from destroying the Yin Temple, what's the matter, you don't like it?"

"Oh I got it……"

Lin Jiu's face quickly eased, and he respectfully cupped his hands and said, "Master Wang, this evil thing has become a spirit, and it can steal the incense of the country, it is better to deal with it as soon as possible."

Wang Xuan nodded: "Lin Changshi don't worry, I know."

Be polite, neither humble nor overbearing.

Wang Xuan had a good impression of Lin Jiu, and his natural tone became more relaxed.

Lin Jiu nodded slightly, turned and left.

He knows what he is here for, and he also knows that he will never be able to blend in, so keeping a suitable distance is comfortable for both parties.

Guo Luquan tsk-tsk praised in a low voice: "You are worthy of being from the palace, you have eyesight."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and stared at the human skin and shook his head: "Sir, this thing is very evil. Although it is trapped in the human skin by the stabbing technique, it can ooze out power to change the appearance of the human skin. It is related to the divine way, so it cannot be burned rashly. Let the people of Sheji Temple handle it."

"Well, please invite Daoist Li..."

Wang Xuan stopped suddenly after speaking half a sentence, then remembered that Li Shouxin had left, and sighed slightly: "Has the New Temple of the Town God's Temple come?"

Liu Shun nodded and said: "My lord, I heard that there is a female crown, so I will invite you here."

At this moment, Du Chunni next to her moved her eyes, stepped forward and cupped her hands and said, "Wait a minute, my lord!"

Looking at the eyes of everyone, Du Chunni smiled and said: "Although this thing is evil, it may not be impossible to turn waste into treasure. I wonder if my lord has heard of the cobbler Webster?"

"You know someone from Webster?"

Guo Luquan's eyes lit up, and he explained to Wang Xuan: "The cobbler is a very old school. The source of the rumor is that ancient ancestors hunted and killed monsters, skinned their skins to make armor, and made drums to deter evil spirits."

"My lord, do you remember that I told you about Ruan Xiu who created the magic of painting skin? Because of this person, not only the inheritance of shadow puppetry is almost cut off, but even the cobbler's family has been implicated. Since then, he has lived in seclusion in the market and ignored the world. It has been a long time since I showed up."

"Old Guo is right."

Du Chunni nodded and said: "When I sang opera with my master, I met a big sister named Wei Wei. Later I learned that she was a descendant of Wei Wei. When it stirs up all directions, all the evil spirits will flee."

"There is such a sharp weapon!"

Wang Xuan's eyes lit up, and a look of joy appeared between his brows, "If it can be made, it can be used to search mountains, where are the descendants of Webster's now, can Chun Niang invite them?"

Du Chunni clasped her hands and said, "My lord, it's not far away, it's in Shanyin County, but Eldest Sister Wei has concealed her identity from her husband's family, so she can't make a big show of it, and can only contact secretly. The subordinates are leaving now."

Wang Xuan pondered for a moment, "This human skin has already become fine, in order to avoid any change, Chunni worked hard, Chunsheng also followed, Shanyin County Captain Meng Xiong and I will not deal with it, you two must be careful."

"Yes, my lord!"

The brothers and sisters of the Du family cupped their hands and quickly returned to their room to prepare.

After the two left, Guo Laodao stroked his beard and smiled: "This old man's yin gate requiem array can attract the spirit of the netherworld, making evil things seem to enter the netherworld, and they are faint, but they are taboo against the sun. My lord needs to build a shed to cover it. Otherwise, the dawn will break."

Wang Xuan nodded, "Just follow Guo Lao's instructions."

The most indispensable thing in the military mansion is men. Bai Sanxi led his disciples to work, and in less than half an hour, he built a wooden shed, and covered it with several layers of felt cloth to cover it tightly. Xuan study.

After tossing all night, when the first ray of sunlight appeared in the sky, Guo Luquan felt that the formation was not broken, so he breathed a sigh of relief and showed fatigue.

It takes a lot of real qi to set up the formation. Although he refines and refines qi, he is old and his qi and blood are weakened, so it is inevitable that he will be a little bit weak.

Wang Xuan hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "Old Guo, go back and rest, I'll just guard here."

Looking at Guo Luquan's weary leaving figure, Wang Xuan shook his head slightly.

Old man Guo has more experience in the world, so he shouldn't have done such a hands-on thing.

The foundation of the Yong'an Military Mansion is still very weak, not only to expand the army, but also to find ways to recruit all kinds of talents, he will not be so stupid as to rely on the Mo family alone.

……

At the same time, the Mo's camp outside the city was also bustling.

In this world, both the aristocratic family and the dharma lineage have strong foundations, but each has its own strengths.

Dharma lineage practitioners, based on the inheritance of true teaching methods, have their own characteristics of the three religions, nine streams, five elements and eight works, but most of them have a main hall and other branch halls all over the states. The power is scattered but huge. Although it will be damaged in troubled times, as long as there is one If the seeds are kept, the inheritance will not be cut off.

Aristocratic families are based on bloodlines and clans, usually concentrated in one place. In troubled times, they build mountains and fortresses to protect themselves, like the hard shell of seeds. Strengthen strength.

The royal family, on the other hand, linked the entire humane forces together with the technique of apotheosis.

Just as there is no spar, there is a futures-like comprehension material exchange ticket, and the coexistence of the royal family, dharma lineage, and aristocratic family is also the result of historical evolution.

The Mo family is such a family. Because it has no unique family tradition and has not experienced troubled times, it can't be called a family. However, excluding the more than 2000 members of the main family's branch, there are only [-] farmers, craftsmen, and traveling merchants who rely on them. many people.

At dawn, the camp was full of hustle and bustle.

The guards of the clan at night unloaded their armor and changed shifts with their colleagues, the cooks were busy in front of a whole row of steaming cauldrons, the traveling merchants counted the goods, the artisans polished the wood they collected on the way, and the clan children concentrated on practicing martial arts …everything is in order.

This is the wisdom of living in groups.

There are also quarrels and discussions in the central tent of the camp.

"No, my second room can have up to 50 people!"

"My four bedrooms are thin, you can figure it out..."

The old men blew their beards and stared at each other angrily.

Mo Huaixian sat in the first place, drinking tea with a calm expression.

Relocating Yong'an and cooperating with Emperor Xuan was the decision made by the two most outstanding elders of the Mo family. Naturally, no one objected, but they refused to give in to each other as to how many people to join the government army.

Joining the government army means changing the art of war. Longevity doesn't matter. The old monsters at the peak of refining qi and transforming gods hidden in various dharma lines can only live to be three hundred years old. Being struck to death by lightning, it will be difficult for a mortal to break through and refine Qi in a lifetime.

The main reason is that after joining the government army, the power of each house will weaken, so there is always a fight.

Mo Huaixian didn't interrupt and waited silently for the result. Anyway, he had already made a decision that the first batch of government troops would increase by 400 troops, and the Mo family would send at least [-] troops.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a hood and an indifferent face quickly walked into the tent and handed a bamboo tube to Mo Huaixian.

Mo Huaixian opened it and took out a stack of straw paper, which was densely covered with handwriting. He looked at each one carefully, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and then he put it back again, and said in a deep voice, "Give it to Captain Wang."

The indifferent middle-aged man nodded and left quickly.

Mo Huaixian looked at the rising sun outside the tent and shook his head slightly.

The secret letter is the movement of other government troops, and the power invested by the aristocratic family is beyond his imagination.The Mo family is weak, and their only strength is that they have intelligence from both sides of the imperial court.

I don't know if Captain Wang will be afraid when he sees it...

(End of this chapter)