Taoist chanting

Chapter 50 The Road of No Return

"Quick! Sprinkle incense ashes and ring the bell!"

Zhang Wenfeng consumed a lot of mana. He used the bronze gossip mirror to illuminate the black fog in the south, and it was difficult to take care of the fiercely struggling black fog in the east. The power of the ghost was beyond his expectations.

He thought that if the female ghost was trapped in the magic circle of exorcising ghosts and warding off evil spirits, he would be allowed to roll flat and round.

But he thought it was wrong. The equipment for arranging the magic circle was only ordinary objects, not magic weapons or treasures. The energy that could be drawn from the heaven and the earth was limited after all, and he was also anxious.

If the female ghost breaks through the magic circle, it will be his turn to be flattened and rounded. Fortunately, he has a helper.

Hearing this, the second senior brother suddenly came back to his senses, leaned over from the bowl in front of the glutinous rice altar, grabbed a handful of incense ash, took three steps forward, raised his hand and threw his hands on the ghost who turned into a blurred female figure and rushed left and right.

At this time, the female ghost hadn't broken free yet, swaying, watching the incense ash rush towards her like a mist.

"Chichi", the incense ashes in the incense burner that is worshipped all year round in the Sanqing Temple are highly poisonous to ghosts.

The female ghost let out a shrill to ear-piercing scream, and the figure was rapidly melting and shrinking, mixed with resentment and curse.

"...Two bull noses...I curse you not to enter reincarnation, you must not die..."

Seeing that the effect was surprisingly good, the second senior brother didn't need to remind him any more. He turned around and grabbed the remaining handful of incense ashes and sprinkled them on the ghosts in the south. He didn't care about the female ghost cursing him.

Killing ghosts is doing good deeds and accumulating merit, what's wrong with that?
He shook the bell with his left hand, chanted a mantra in his mouth, moved under his feet, and attacked the two groups of ghosts trapped and covered with incense ashes with the bell wave after wave.

Zhang Wenfeng saw that the red light inspired by the bronze mirror had limited effect on the ghosts in front of him. When the spell was finished, he put it in his cuffs and stabbed the ghosts that had shrunk a lot with the green bamboo sword. Each sword could consume a lot of energy of the female ghost. .

He will not be moved by the old ghost's words. Since he intervenes, if he can't be good, he will save it.

After seven or eight strokes, the blood talisman on the sword body was exhausted, and the black fog in the south was almost gone.

With one sword, the remaining ghosts were scattered, and Zhang Wenfeng had to bite his middle finger again to draw the "Yang Qi Talisman" on the sword to completely kill the female ghost who could haunt Gu An for two generations.

In the east, only a ghost the size of a washbasin was left, and the shrill screams suddenly changed in tone.

Strange syllables are like singing and humming.

Pulling the strange rhythm of high and low.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't feel very good in his heart. In this situation, no matter how vicious the female ghost cursed or begged for mercy, he wouldn't find it strange.

At this time, the female ghost was beaten by him so that she could sing. What the hell was this?

The surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, like in the darkness where the candle light could not be illuminated, what terrifying existence would come?
The second senior brother shook the bell and couldn't stop the female ghost's humming, and the damage of the bell suddenly became smaller.

It doesn't seem to work for the few remaining ghosts.

"Let's go, you take Gu Quan with you, behind my palace, let's enter the Sanqing Palace and avoid it for a while."

Zhang Wenfeng made a decisive decision, gave up using blood to draw the talisman, and instructed the second senior brother through voice transmission.

He was worried about what means this female ghost was using to perish together.

A guy who can turn into a ghost-eyed ghost and haunt the third world, what crazy things can't be done? !

The second senior brother didn't ask why, he put the bell away and quickly shuttled along the gap of the white bowl under his feet.

After a few steps, he reached the sleepy Gu Shun who was lying on the stretcher. He reached out and picked up the skinny man and rushed towards the main hall, daring not to delay at all.

Zhang Wenfeng stepped briskly, raised his sword to escort him, and followed closely.

The female ghost's humming sound became more and more strange. The white bowls that were arranged in the array began to make a cracking sound from the outer ring, and they shattered one after another, like a dangerous ice cracking and spreading rapidly.

Without Zhang Wen's wind control formation, the glutinous rice altar collapsed like a sand dune.

The candles did not flicker, and suddenly went out one by one.

The clear oil lamp swayed and persisted for about a breath. When the lamp was broken, the clear oil flowed all over the ground.

Zhang Wenfeng exerted force with both palms, pushed open the heavy door of the main hall without the lock, and stepped over the high copper-clad threshold at the same time as the second senior brother. He felt a chill on his back, and his heart was horrified, as if some suction force was pulling hard, he hurriedly stretched out his hand. Holding the shoulder of the second senior brother who was leaning back, he pushed forward vigorously.

The moment I entered the door, the uncomfortable feeling disappeared instantly.

The ever-bright light in the hall is orange and soft, and no evil is invading.

The invisible scent of incense swirled around the gate.

He quickly turned around and closed the door. Before the door closed, Zhang Wenfeng saw a blurred figure of a red-clothed and red-dressed female ghost floating in the air before the formation. She was barefoot and shimmered all over her body. It looked very illusory and strange. .

"...I'm a cultivator, but what I entrusted is not a human...give me the red embroidered shoes...give me...shoes..."

The figure of the red-clothed female ghost fluttered, mumbled to herself, and murmured intermittently. The red-clothed red dress on her body faded very quickly, like a faded black and white photo.

At the same time, it became light and transparent, and it lasted for a few breaths. The female ghost raised her head and glanced at the gate of the Taoist Temple, sighed like nothing, and disappeared without a trace.

The two people inside the door watched a strange scene through the crack of the door, and did not move for a long time.

Zhang Wenfeng's ear is very good. He heard the last words and sighs of the female ghost, and guessed the reason why the female ghost was so powerful. She was a cultivator before her death, and the ghost exorcism circle and yellow talisman used by the elder brother Jia Dean. doesn't work.

And what he used was what he learned in his previous life, and he was lucky enough to deal with and trap the female ghost in this world.

In the end, the female ghost should have no hope of getting out, and used some kind of disintegration ghost technique, trying to drag them to visit Huangquan together.

Fortunately, fortunately, he saw the opportunity quickly and escaped with the help of the Sanqing Palace.

As the female ghost disappeared, Gu Quan, who was holding the second brother's arm under his arm, woke up from his deep sleep and groaned.

The second senior brother hurriedly put the man who was so weak that he could burp at any time, and put him on the two wheat straw futons to lie down.

He was so nervous just now that he almost forgot to hold someone under his arm, it was too light, and it didn't have much weight for him.

"Watcher, that female ghost... Did it go away, or did it go to the underworld?"

Second Senior Brother swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice.

Walking on the edge of life and death, no matter how daring you are, you will be frightened enough.

Zhang Wenfeng's face was flat, and he glanced at Gu Quan, who was curled up with his head turned away, and said, "I'll stay in the hall tonight, and then go out after dawn."

He wasn't quite sure whether the female ghost in red was hiding, or did he really disintegrate and disappear into the world?
Guessing is guessing, and it is better not to gamble with your life.

But there is one thing he can be sure of, the female ghost was beaten and beaten by him and the second senior brother, and she was not far from death.

When the sun rises, the female ghost can't do anything strange if she doesn't die, so it's safe for them to stay still.

He shouted outside across the threshold: "Old lame uncle, don't come out and walk around, just stay and wait for the morning."

"Ah uh... ah uh..." the donkey responded in the dining room.

Then the old cripple agreed weakly: "We won't go out, so be careful."

Except for the donkey, no one in the dining hall could stand up at this time.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Wenfeng's mouth, and the man and the donkey were fine.

Hearing the old lame uncle's voice, he was out of breath. It was probably due to the influence of the female ghost's last quirky ghost technique. The evil talismans pasted on the top of the dining hall's door frame and on the windows were not as good as hundreds of years of incense that nurtured more than a dozen generations of Taoist priests every day. The hall of worship works, and it is good to save lives.

Fortunately, the female ghost didn't specifically target the people in the dining hall, and the dining hall was far away, otherwise there would be corpses everywhere.

Gu Quan curled up on the wheat straw futon, facing the backlight, the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and he murmured silently:
"Red embroidered shoes, Liu Hui'er... Liu Hui'er..."

He seemed to wake up from a long dream, remembering the past like smoke, and remembering that he once traveled hand in hand in the world.

For the spiritual tide rising once in 500 years, and for the ethereal avenue of longevity, he took a different path.

Another reincarnation, who can go to the end on the road of no return?
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