Goldfinger of the Heavens

Chapter 706
"Brother Lin Dao, do you want to paste some charms here as well, so as to increase the odds of winning?" Mao Shanming asked, looking at the walls of the Yizhuang that had no spells affixed.

"Not here. If you paste it, the horse thief will find out. Once the horse thief escapes, all previous efforts will be wasted. The poor way is to let Ma Sanniang know that there is no ambush here, and let her come boldly." Jiu Shu shook his head and explained. .

"That's it." Mao Shanming suddenly felt a little scared. He felt that it might be a wrong choice for him to help, but thinking of the strength of Uncle Jiu and Huang Chong, he felt much more at ease. Make fire spells.

"No, we put so many spells in the town during the day, won't this attract the suspicion of horse thieves?" Mao Shanming asked.

"Haha, fellow daoist, don't worry about this. First of all, those spells are pasted inside the room, and horse thieves can't see them. As for the spells outside, they are all covered up by the poor Taoist formation. Ma Sanniang is just a heretic." , I don’t know the number of days, I can’t find it, fellow Taoists just wait here.” Huang Chong explained.

"So that's the case, that's my unfounded worry." Mao Shanming said while clenching the mahogany sword in his hand.

……

The altar has already been set up in the courtyard of Yizhuang.

"It's almost there." Uncle Jiu looked up at the moon in the sky and said, tonight, the moon is like a white jade plate, without any dark clouds to cover it.

Standing in front of the altar, Uncle Jiu picked up the summoning bell on the table and shook it lightly.

The sound is not loud, but it can be heard clearly, but the sound is very penetrating, especially for monks, even if they are several miles away, they can still hear clearly.

"Are you going to cast a soul-calling spell?" Mao Shanming asked in a low voice.

Regarding this, Huang Chong shook his head. He didn't know what kind of spell Uncle Jiu was going to cast. Even if it was a spirit-calling spell, it was definitely not a general soul-calling spell. After all, the target this time was Ma Sanniang. She was not a low-level zombie or ghosts.

After shaking it a few times, Uncle Jiu put down the summoning bell and looked at the straw figurine on the table. The light flew out from the fingertips and shot straight into the straw man.

After the light entered the straw man, the straw man shook a few times, and the lifeless straw man stood up by itself. This scene was very similar to the situation of the four-eyed Taoist master Zheng Yixiu back then.

"Receive and lead." Uncle Jiu shouted, stepping on Yu steps, holding a mahogany sword, pointing at the white jade plate in the air, I don't know if it was an illusion, Huang Chong seemed to see a soft beam of light shot down from the white jade plate, and the straw man Shrouded in it, the straw man was like a living creature, walking stiffly, turning circles on the altar step by step.

Uncle Jiu didn't do anything else at the moment, the Taomu sword was still pointing at the moon, watching the straw man's movements intently.

"Is this connecting Ma Sanniang and the grass man through the moon?" Huang Chong thought to himself, "Could this be the means to obtain the Tao Quanzhen?"

The straw man who was exercising suddenly stopped, and there was a burst of white smoke coming out of the straw man. Uncle Jiu didn't panic. He dipped his finger in the rootless water next to him and dropped a few drops of water on the straw man. The white smoke disappeared immediately, and returned to normal. Uncle Jiu's eyes flashed, he squeezed the sword formula, and chanted some spells again, and the straw man started to walk again.

Hey!
With a soft sound, Uncle Jiu's mahogany sword pressed on the straw man's head. The straw man did not fall down, but stood still. Same.

"Okay, the next step is to wait for the horse thief to come to the door." Uncle Jiu put down the mahogany sword and said.

"Is that enough?"

Uncle Jiu nodded, he was very confident.

To be honest, although Huang Chong also looked at it very carefully, he couldn't see any mystery in it.

……

"It's been so long, why haven't you come here?" Wen Cai looked at Uncle Jiu impatiently, and asked, "Master, has your spell expired, no... woo."

Before Wen Cai finished speaking, he chose to cover his mouth with his own hand, because Uncle Jiu's murderous eyes fell on him. To a certain extent, Wen Cai is really a "genius".

zizi...

White smoke rose again from the grass man on the altar, Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes and said, "The horse thief is coming, everyone get ready."

"boom!"

Uncle Jiu's words were really accurate. Just after his words fell for a while, the door suddenly exploded, and sawdust turned into bullets, flying everywhere.

"Fix." Huang Chong flipped his hand over, holding a yellow talisman in the palm of his hand. The yellow talisman seemed to turn into a light curtain, and the sawdust that was shot at several people was fixed in the air.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Three piercing sounds came to mind, three black objects shot in from outside the door, as fast as lightning.

This is Ma Sanniang's black tail, but the color is darker and the power seems to be greater. I didn't expect Ma Sanniang who has become a ghost to be able to drive this thing.

"Snapped."

The tentacles struck Wencai and Qiusheng like lightning, and the two of them seemed to turn into low-flying swallows, gliding straight behind them for several feet, and fell to the ground with a "bang", a burst of dust splashed up.

The third one drew towards Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu snorted coldly, and slashed the mahogany sword in his hand towards the flying tentacles. On the way of cutting towards the tentacles, the yellow light on the mahogany sword suddenly lit up. stand up.

With a sound of "pa", I saw the mahogany sword and the tentacle intersect in mid-air, and suddenly a burst of sparks lit up, followed by puffs of green smoke.

The tentacle was naturally no match for Jiu Shu's magic weapon, the green smoke cleared, and the tentacle was shortened by a section.

"Ah." There was a strange cry from the door frame. Everyone saw a black shadow hanging on the door frame, like a bat. Looking closely at the face, it was somewhat similar to the horse thief Ma Sanniang. It was obviously Ma Sanniang, but she had already been disfigured. At this moment, she has become a veritable ghost.

Uncle Jiu really recruited her.

"Quack, quack, quack." Ma Sanniang's laughter was very strange, and she jumped out word by word, her eyes swept across the faces of the people, and finally fixed on Huang Chong. This ghost is Ma Sanniang, not Ma Sanniang.

She is actually the remnant soul of Ma Sanniang, a new life reborn after devouring the souls of the townspeople she killed. Some of Ma Sanniang's memories are incomplete, but she clearly remembers that Huang Chong killed her.

"Here we come." Uncle Jiu said in a low voice.

"What?" Mao Shanming was stunned and asked.

But there is no need for Uncle Jiu to answer, because it has already appeared.

Dense fighting corpses.

(End of this chapter)