Taishang asks longevity

Chapter 44
When Li Changsheng came to the funeral home at night, everything was ready.

Three big roosters barking, two black dogs, three bowls of raw glutinous rice, three bowls of cooked glutinous rice, etc...

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang watched Li Changsheng cautiously, waiting for him to speak.

Li Changsheng nodded slightly, picked up the raw glutinous rice from the altar, and began to pour it around the altar.

All I saw was Li Changsheng walked around the entire Taoist altar in a circle, and the uncooked glutinous rice fell on the ground and formed a circle.

Immediately afterwards, Li Changsheng stood aside again, made another circle with raw glutinous rice, and then said to Director Chen and Secretary Zhang: "You two, stand in the circle surrounded by glutinous rice. Once the practice starts, no matter what you hear What, whatever you see, don't go out of the circle, understand?"

Curator Chen frowned, a little nervous, and said, "Brother Li, is it because Secretary Zhang and I are here that it will hinder your actions? I think otherwise... Secretary Zhang and I can leave first, so you don't have to Draw us some glutinous rice circles."

When Secretary Zhang heard this, he nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, those of your Taoist sects are fighting, and we idlers and others don't need to participate at all."

"Idle people waiting?" Li Changsheng sneered after listening, looked at Director Chen and Secretary Zhang, and said, "What do you think is the cause of such a big commotion? Isn't it aimed at the two of you? Now I To fight against him, the two of you must be present, if you leave here, in case he uses Taoism to harm you, hum..."

Li Changsheng snorted coldly twice, but did not continue.

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang got goosebumps when they heard it, and couldn't help shivering.

Thinking of the tragic death of the night watchman, Director Chen and Secretary Zhang dared not leave Li Changsheng even if they had the courage.

Curator Chen frowned and said, "Then...then... Brother Li, hurry up! We will follow Brother Li's orders."

Li Changsheng nodded, and pointed to the painted glutinous rice circle.

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang looked at each other and stood in.

Li Changsheng stared at the two of them, and said: "Remember what I said, no matter what you see or hear in this circle, don't leave the circle, even if I tell you to come out, don't come out... As long as this fight is not over, you can't leave this circle for half a step, do you hear me clearly?"

"It's clear, it's clear..." Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang nodded in fright.

Li Changsheng didn't care about the two of them anymore, he untied the cloth bag he was carrying with him, and took out the silver-white short sword and a few pieces of talisman paper from it.

All I saw was that Li Changsheng took the prepared celadon bowl from the side and placed it on the Taoist altar.

At this time, the cold wind swished over.

The night was long, and there was no one in this huge funeral home except three people.

The employees were all sent away by Director Chen and Secretary Zhang in advance, and it was very quiet in the silent funeral home at this moment.

And the place where the altar was opened was in the crematorium where the night watchman died. The fight hadn't even started yet. Director Chen and Secretary Zhang in the glutinous rice circle already felt cold all over their bodies, as if It's like someone is staring at them.

Li Changsheng looked out at the sky through the window.

I could only see a round of bright moon above the sky, but it was vaguely covered by thick clouds, making it look hazy.

In the darkness, the silence seemed a little deep, as if something was hidden in the endless darkness.

……

On the other side, Wu Xianren was already in his room, preparing everything.

This small room was dark and damp, exuding a strong stench.

In front of him were two altars. On the altars were enshrined seven evil spirits, who looked fierce and evil, just like the heinous demon king in hell.

The faint breath was immersed in his room, and the dark red light faintly illuminated his small house.

Only a little red cinnabar dot could be seen on Wu Xianren's forehead between his eyebrows.

His whole face was serious, he made fingerprints, stomped his feet on the ground, and began to mutter words.

In the darkness, there was a "hee hee hee" sound, as if someone was covering their mouth and secretly laughing.

I don't know where it came from.

Not far from Wu Xianren's side, there was a sand jar. Inside the jar was an unknown small animal. I could only faintly hear the little animal lying on the jar constantly, making a "sand".

"Photograph..."

Suddenly, Wu Xianren had one eye, as if two rays of light flashed from his eyes.

A ghostly aura rose out, and his whole demeanor changed completely, with an incomparably ferocious expression on his face.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

Inside the house, the sound of wind chimes sounded.

The small wind chimes hanging in the four directions of the room, at this time, automatically ignited without wind.

People in the Taoist school pay great attention to the changes of spells.

And every time the Taoism is cast, it will take a lot of energy, what's more, some powerful spells are likely to cause the caster's lifespan to be greatly reduced.

And some evil spells, once cast, will definitely tear people's liver and gallbladder. If the opponent's Taoism is stronger than that of the caster, then this power may backlash to the caster.

Immortal Wu has practiced Taoism for more than [-] years, and he is confident that his Taoism is not low. To him, no matter how powerful Li Changsheng is, he is just a young man who is not afraid of tigers when he is born.

It's just that I don't know why the boss seems to be taboo.

Since Wu Xianren contacted the boss last time, he has not been able to contact the boss, and the boss has never contacted him.

However, at this time, Immortal Wu didn't think much about the specific reason. The most urgent task was to fight Li Changsheng.

……

At this end, outside the room of the crematorium, there began to be a "woo-woo" sound, like a baby crying, a little hoarse and a little choked.

Li Changsheng frowned, picked up a rooster casually, and cut the rooster's neck with the silver-white dagger in his hand.

Li Changsheng was only seen grasping the two wings of the rooster diligently. The rooster kept struggling and tossing, and the blood kept flowing from its neck and dripping into the celadon bowl.

Not long after, a bowl full of chicken blood came out.

Li Changsheng threw away the dying rooster and ignored it.

Then he picked up the celadon bowl filled with chicken blood and took a sip.

Chicken blood was in his mouth, and it sprayed towards the burning candle on the altar.

"puff……"

Immediately, a strong smell of blood permeated the entire room.

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly covered their noses.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang.

All I could see was the burning flame on the altar, which suddenly rose up, like two fire dragons, heading straight to the roof.

(End of this chapter)