Taishang asks longevity

Chapter 45 Knock on the Door
"Yuanshi Dazhen, Wulei Gaozun. Taihua Haoying, Donglang has eight gates. Five elders tell their lives, and everyone is heard. The nine heavens are ruled, and Fengshan is controlled in the middle. The rivers and seas are under the town, and the twelve eternal sources. Eight powers The gods, spirits and jade writings. Summon dragons to bring rain, collect qi and gather smoke. The sun and the moon are five stars, and the Big Dipper is seven yuan. Together with the emperor of tomorrow, he ordered Taixuan. Xuanwei and the three realms cannot be delayed. The heavens and the earth, all the waters Mountain. Under Yuzhen's department, the great god Mingling. The Supreme Lord, is as urgent as a law..."

Li Changsheng's voice, in the dark night, was as low as a bell and drum, hitting people's hearts.

A thick force emanated from his body, as if invisible.

"Whoosh..."

The wind passed by, ghosts swayed outside the window, and the branches and leaves withered.

Suddenly, all I saw was the door of the crematorium, and it closed instantly.

"Clap" sound.

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang raised their eyebrows, they couldn't help being startled, and hugged each other.

A faint breath penetrated.

In the entire room, only faint yellow lights could be seen, lighting up certain corners.

Those places where no light can be seen seem to hide pairs of captivating eyes.

Suddenly, only two phantoms were seen, hazy, as if they floated in from outside the door of the crematorium.

"Ghost... There are ghosts..."

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang trembled, and they were so frightened that they sat on the ground paralyzed.

I only saw those two phantoms, vaguely, like a thin layer of mist. At a glance, I could tell that they were the shapes of two people, but I couldn't see the faces at all. His hair was long and long in a white shirt, in the darkness, it was extremely white.

Under the white shirt, two slender and pale hands were exposed, like undead who came to seek their lives in the dark night.

Li Changsheng snorted coldly. He was very calm. He picked up the silver-white dagger in his hand and drew a spell: "Baguadoudi, surrounded by Luobu. The power covers the world, and the flames are flying. The ghost who sees will go to the earth." , Turned into ashes. The ancient wooden evil temple, eternally robbed of the dust. Urgently like Taiyi Yuanjun's law."

As soon as the words were finished, he stepped forward vigorously, only to see the spell on the tip of the silver-white dagger suddenly ignited.

"Wow..." once.

A flame shot out, thin and long.

The whole room seemed to be illuminated in an instant.

With a flash of light, it flashed past the two phantoms.

The phantom flickered suddenly, as if trying to dodge, it came towards Director Chen and Secretary Zhang.

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang trembled and hurriedly tried to retreat.

"Don't make glutinous rice circles..."

Li Changsheng shouted angrily, his voice was like Huang Zhong Dalu resounding in the dark night.

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang trembled, and hugged each other tightly, their faces were completely pale with fright, the two dared not back away, and hurriedly closed their eyes.

The fingertips of Li Changsheng's other hand were stained with chicken blood in the celadon bowl, and then flicked lightly.

With a "whoosh", the chicken blood seemed to condense into a small drop of blood on the tip of his finger, and was ejected instantly.

"Wow..."

There was only a shrill scream coming from the room.

The blood bead popped out, instantly beating the two phantoms to their wits.

The sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves was extremely ear-piercing, in the long dark night, like a shooting star piercing the sky.

The cold wind kept blowing into the room.

I don't know from which corner it blows in.

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang were sweating profusely, their bodies stiff as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

the other end.

In a dark, damp room.

Mr. Wu's whole body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

I saw his eyes open, and anger flashed from his eyes.

"Li Changsheng... It seems that I underestimated you..."

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

In just a short moment, Li Changsheng easily broke the spell he cast, and he didn't even think of it.

On the altar, the burning candles flickered, as if they were crumbling.

I only saw Wu Xianren took a step forward, stamped his foot on the ground, and yelled "Ho..."

As soon as the words fell, he pointed to the altar with his finger, bent slightly, picked up the sand jar beside him, and opened it instantly.

Immediately, he picked up a bowl, which was filled with thick white liquid.

This is corpse oil, which is not easy to obtain.

It is necessary to burn the chin of the human body with a high-temperature flame within seven days after the death of the living person, and the oil extracted.

Spells that require the use of corpse oil to cast spells are generally very evil.

The original Maoshan school of Taoism once had some techniques that flowed into Guizhou and other places, mixed with Gu and other demon techniques, and finally drifted to Nanyang, becoming the well-known "head lowering technique" in the world.

Most of the head-down masters need to use corpse oil as a medium to cast spells, so that they can better exert the effect of their spells.

Wu Xianren smiled coldly, a cold and strange expression flashed across his face, and poured the bowl full of corpse oil into the jar of sand.

In the sand jar, there was a "sizzling" sound.

It's like the small animals inside are constantly sucking the inflowing corpse oil.

"Eat and drink enough... open the way for me..."

Wu Xianren snorted coldly, and then slapped the sand jar with his palm.

At this moment, a black figure flashed out of the sand jar, and rushed out of the house with a shrill sound.

At this end, Director Chen and Secretary Zhang had just recovered from their shock. They opened their eyes, and immediately saw another dark shadow, like a skull, flashing into the room.

The two of them said "Oops...", they were so scared that they quickly closed their eyes again, not daring to look again.

Curator Chen's fat body was trembling with shock.

Li Changsheng's face was solemn, and he retreated slightly.

With a "Hula", the black shadow rushed up in an instant, very fast, and came towards Li Changsheng's face.

"Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, Taishang Laojun is in a hurry like a law."

Li Changsheng shouted angrily, and then swung the silver-white dagger.

In the darkness, only a flash of cold light was seen, and the fierce sword light struck towards the black shadow.

The black shadow flickered for a moment, flashed past, and arrived at the corner of the house.

Li Changsheng sneered coldly, and said, "You want to use an axe in front of me for a mere head drop technique? See if I beat you..."

As soon as the words fell, the silver-white dagger in his hand stabbed at the little black dog that had been prepared earlier.

"Ugh..."

The black dog let out a miserable bark, but before he could react, blood gushed out of his body and splashed in all directions.

With a movement of Li Changsheng's body, he swung the silver-white dagger in his hand, only to see the blood of the black dog continuously dripping down on the dagger, and in the blink of an eye, the dagger was completely stained with the blood of the black dog.

The strong smell of blood permeated the air again, filling the entire room.

At this moment, I don't know from which corner of the room, the sound of chanting a mantra suddenly came out. The sound was not loud, but in the darkness, it was like a mantra chanted by an evil ghost when he was dying. .

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...... I don't know what you are reading."

Li Changsheng looked around and smiled coldly.

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang trembled, and they both heard a strange voice, "Out of the circle..."

The voice was so strange, like a woman's voice, a little soft, but also faintly cold.

The faces of the two were startled, they opened their eyes, you looked at me, I looked at you, their clothes were already soaked in cold sweat.

Curator Chen looked at Li Changsheng and said tremblingly, "Brother Li...there is a voice..."

Li Changsheng glanced at the fat man who was afraid of death, and said coldly: "I know, don't worry about it... as long as you don't come out of my glutinous rice circle, no matter how powerful his skills are, he can't do anything to you two."

After finishing the words, he ignored Director Chen and Secretary Zhang, and stepped forward, holding a silver-white dagger in his hand, holding out a spell, and pinching the seal with the other hand.

I saw him read in a cold voice: "Heaven lords God lords, fierce princes. Go to the North Pole and go down to Kyushu Island. He is wearing a golden armor and holds a spear in his hand. His eyes are like lightning, and his claws are like golden hooks. Every time you cut a monster, When encountering a ghost, capture it. If you follow the ghost, don’t cut it off, and the evil ghost will cut off its head. God orders you, don’t stay. Urgently, like a law, take..."

(End of this chapter)