Taoist chanting

Chapter 48 Fighting against each other with two tricks

Zhang Wenfeng didn't care how many candles were extinguished, he was standing at the position where the breath was, and he clasped his hands and said loudly:
"Speaking of the distance between Yin and Yang, this entanglement in the three worlds also delays your entry into reincarnation, and reincarnation is a blessing for the human body. Why don't you stop here, I will transcend you into the underworld, and the past will be gone, how about you have nothing to do with it again?"

The black mist lingering outside the bowl made strange noises.

Sobbing, sobbing, disturbing.

Zhang Wenfeng is not in a hurry, he is familiar with this ghost exorcism array, his expression is flat, but his heart is actually ups and downs.

Many things that have been handed down from the previous life did not play an obvious role in the previous life. I did not expect that in this world, they would have such a miraculous role.

Form an array with bowls, use salt as the guide, and use the altar of glutinous rice as the center.

Matched with the driving magic incantation, it can actually affect the spiritual energy of the nearby heaven and earth, forming an invisible battle.

At this time, he believed in the legendary Zhuge Eight Arrays, and could use simple terrain and rocks to create a magical formation that trapped thousands of troops. Perhaps, there was still a thin spiritual energy on the earth at that time?
"I asked you to come out and I want to discuss with you. Is there a good chance for this matter?"

Zhang Wenfeng knew that the old ghost had been forced out by him, so he looked for flaws outside the formation and asked again.

He is not afraid of procrastination, it will be the third watch, and after the fifth watch, the yang energy of heaven and earth will come back to life.

This old ghost with nowhere to go will be defeated and become a lonely ghost in the world.

Without the replenishment of the host's vital energy, the body cannot be possessed by the yang, and it will only decline day by day, becoming a wandering soul that has no sanity and can only act instinctively, and eventually perishes.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulier (he), who was my relationship with him, when would it be your turn to be an outsider?"

A strange and resentful female voice came from the black mist, shrill as a gossamer, full of resentment.

Zhang Wenfeng's mind was calm and unmoved by words, he said, "Yin and yang are different in the world, you have already messed up the laws of the world. As a Taoist priest, I obey the precepts of the three purity, how can I control ghosts and disorder? Please go to the underworld."

With his spiritual eyes, he could see vague human figures in the black mist.

This resident ghost is so powerful that the ghost energy fluctuates.

In just a short while, a thin layer of white frost condensed on the blue brick ground outside the formation.

If it weren't for the practice at night, the ghosts would definitely not be willing to come out easily, and the only thing that would consume the host's essence and vitality was the first.

"I'm going to the Underworld, I've been there two lifetimes ago, why waste it now?... Don't think that you, a Taoist priest, can drive me out and annoy me by setting up a magic circle.

The resentful woman's voice suddenly became tough, and with an abrupt "broken" word, the wind blew out of thin air.

The lights flickered, seven or eight candles in the outer circle were extinguished at once, and the hoarfrost spread into the formation and climbed to the edge of the white bowl.

The second senior brother who protected the Dharma suddenly became nervous, and he would not act without the master's order.

Zhang Wenfeng stomped lightly with his left foot and shouted, "Peach wood beats ghosts!"

The peach wood chopsticks erected in the bowl fell down in response, "Dangdang ding ding", the chopsticks hit the white bowl, making an ethereal sound, affecting the aura of the battle, followed by Zhang Wenfeng's right finger.

"Dong dong dong", like an invisible wooden stick, beating on the black fog close to the battle.

Heiwu was beaten back and forth by the sudden attack, and he was a little dazed. He couldn't understand this formation.

Shouldn't the candle be extinguished first?
Zhang Wenfeng saw that the formation was miraculous and useful. He stepped on the space between the candles in the white bowl, and his figure swayed from side to side without strong wind. He rushed out of the formation, holding the "No Evil Slayer Talisman" in his left hand, and quickly chanted the incantation silently.

When he rushed to the outermost circle of the white bowl, after chanting the incantation, he jumped up.

The excited yellow talisman flickered slightly, and it was attacked by nine strikes in a row, and the black shadow that retreated nine times flew up and stuck to it.

Talking is a means, and fighting is also a means. The ultimate goal is to expel the ghosts, or lead them to the underworld, so as not to harm the world.

There were still more than three feet away, and the yellow talisman turned into a faint light like a knife, as thin as nothing, and slashed towards the black mist on its own.

"Pfft", the black fog group was vulnerable to a single blow, and was chopped into a scattered mist by the light, and the talisman light was exhausted and disappeared.

"Be careful, back off!"

Zhang Wenfeng fell to the icy ground, and he heard a reminder from the second senior brother behind him.

He reacted very quickly, and cast the Aoki Wave Technique in his thoughts, "Bang", a cloud of egg black mist hit his temple from the side, and the blue light flickered and exploded, dispelling the thick black mist and the cold yin that engulfed him.

The huge cold was still so cold that he almost suffocated.

He didn't draw his sword, he endured the discomfort, visualized the tree-like Yuan Qi, and flicked his fingers at a cloud of black mist that suddenly appeared in the air on the left side: "Thorn!"

The Aoki thorn hit the black mist twice.

Shouting like a ghost crying.

"I am going to kill you!"

The old ghost suffered a loss, retreating and disappearing into the dark air where the candles could not light.

Zhang Wenfeng slowly retreated into the gap in the outer ring of the white bowl, and the sound transmission made the second senior brother light the extinguished candle.

Everyone in the dining hall heard the faint cry of ghosts and ghosts from outside, the voice of the spectator, the sound of hands, the flickering light of candles, and the horror that suddenly climbed up the back and the scalp was numb, and most of them turned black. Green, trembling in both strands.

The practice at Jia Taoist is during the day, how can there be such a big battle?

They were locked in the next room at the time. After a long time, they heard a crackling sound of tables and chairs, and then heard Jia Daoshi's scream, and it was over. When they went out to check, Jia Daoshi and his young apprentice fainted on the ground. No ghosts appeared.

How is it that there is a terrifying feeling that ghosts are close to you now?
The old cripple tightly held the iron chisel in his hand, looking out through the broken window.

The whitish knuckles showed that he was a little nervous and worried. If he had known it was so terrible, he shouldn't have persuaded Brother Feng to take action.

At this time, he regretted that it was too late. He wanted to help, but he didn't dare to mess around. Otherwise, helping would not be a disservice, but would be troublesome.

Only guarding the entrance of the dining hall, not letting people go out, and not letting ghosts in.

"Come out, come out!"

Seeing that the candles were lit again, the old ghost screamed outside in a hurry.

It did not dare to casually break into the battle that it did not know.

If it is trapped in it and trapped until dawn, what else can it do?

Zhang Wenfeng and Su Gui fought two moves, and they suffered a little from each other. He turned the Yuan Qi and slowly spit out a cold breath.

His face returned to ruddy, and the ghost in front of him, who had entangled his hosts for two generations and was awakened by Senior Brother Jia's improper spellcasting, was beyond his expectations, and was so irritable that he could not communicate.

And there is a ghost technique that avoids the yellow talisman. His innocent ghost-killing talisman was previously cut on an illusion.

If it wasn't for his cultivation level being improved by one level, learning the Aoki thorn technique, and plotting against the careless ghost once, he would only have to pay a great price to return to the formation.

Originally, he still had some confidence that he could deal with the old ghost, but now he felt that he could only delay.

You have to find another way to deal with it, and for the time being, spend time with the female ghost.

Ignoring the screams of the old ghost, Zhang Wenfeng calmly thought about the ways and remedies he knew to exorcise the ghosts, trying to find a way to deal with the two ghosts.

There must be a way, this is the world.

The appearance of ghosts in the world does not conform to the rules and is subject to many restrictions, otherwise the world would have been in chaos, and no amount of Taoist priests who could catch ghosts would be too busy. How can ordinary people resist the evil of ghosts?

"Come out... If you don't come out, I will trouble those people. There are some broken talismans on the door, don't try to block me."

The impatient old ghost heard the sound of clappers in the distance, and suddenly made a threat.

The three Gu family men who looked at Qingzhuchangping through the dining room window, as well as the few people who heard the ghost's screams, all had ugly expressions on their faces, and they didn't know what to do.
This damn muddy water is really terrible!

(End of this chapter)