Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

Zhang Zhiwei brought a group of people from Ziyun Temple to the ancestral hall in Huangshi Town.

"Here, that's it. Last time we fought against that female ghost in front of this ancestral hall, and we lost a few people."

The Master Ziyun sighed with emotion.

"The evil spirit here is so heavy, it's much heavier than last time, do we really want to break in?"

A middle-aged Taoist priest in Ziyun Temple said with some concern.

Hearing this, Tian Jinzhong said: "What are you afraid of, senior brother leads the team, if there are any accidents, don't worry!"

After finishing speaking, Tian Jinzhong looked at the dark ancestral hall, and was a little embarrassed, turned his head and said to Zhang Zhiwei:

"Brother, there must be a trap in here, otherwise, let's not enter, you just cover this ancestral hall with golden light, give her a closed door to beat the dog, catch the turtle in the urn, and then use the thunder method to scatter her soul!"

"This little Gaogong, don't let your imagination run wild. How big is this ancestral hall? It's a palace with three entrances. If you want to cover it with the golden light curse, the golden light curse is so profound that only a god can do it!"

A Taoist priest from Ziyun Temple said that he is not a badass, but the idea is too scary.

It is not difficult to protect the whole body with the golden light mantra, and it can be done with a little effort to protect a few meters in radius, but it is undoubtedly whimsical to cover such a large ancestral hall.

This kind of joke, in the current scene, is undoubtedly very harsh, which made him a little bit uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but say something.

"Brother, show them quickly!" Tian Jinzhong said hastily.

Zhang Zhiwei patted the back of Tian Jinzhong's head: "The idea is very good, don't think about it next time."

What Tian Jinzhong said, he can indeed do it, but if he is a fool, if he walks in, he can solve the matter with a few big mouths, but he wants to go to war outside?

Covering such a large area with golden light, even he would find it difficult, and it was very difficult.

"Let's go directly to get rid of ghosts."

Zhang Zhiwei said: "But before that, you have to break the ghost wall here. The yin and evil qi inside are very heavy, and a not weak qi situation has been formed. If you go in rashly, I may not be affected, but You might!"

Master Ziyun nodded and said: "That's true. From my point of view, if we don't create an altar at the door, order the divine power, and destroy it directly."

This is also the consistent style of Taoist priests in eliminating demons.

"No need to be so troublesome!"

Zhang Zhiwei reached out his hand to touch the pillar at the entrance of the ancestral hall, with great force, he pulled off a piece of wood on the pillar, held it in his hand to check, and saw that the wood exuded black qi.

"The so-called ghost hitting the wall is actually a pattern formed by dead objects such as buildings, mountains, rivers, and rivers, which are fixed in shape, and then qi is generated by living things and circulates within a certain range. Then it is formed in a certain place at a certain time."

"The human body is a complete pattern. The two patterns conflict with each other. The weaker side will naturally be affected. If you want to avoid the influence of the ghost hitting the wall, you must follow the regular pattern or break it."

"The rules of this ghost hitting the wall are made by ghosts. It may be difficult to follow her rules."

"But it's not difficult to crack it."

With that said, Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand, feeling a little empty.

In an instant, with the point where his finger landed as the center, the void burned, like a hole was burned in the middle of a picture scroll, and the fire quickly spread in all directions.

The sinister black energy in the ancestral hall was immediately burned without a trace, and the entire ancestral hall became brighter.

"this……"

"Xiao Gaogong, what method did you use just now to directly break the ghost wall here?"

"That's right. From my observation, the concentration of Yin Sha and Ghost Qi is quite frightening. Why did the fingers disappear with just one click? Is this some kind of unworldly skill from the general altar?"

Ziyun's audience watched this scene with amazement.

Tian Jinzhong, on the other hand, was not surprised, as if his senior brother took it for granted.

"It's not a unique knowledge," Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his index finger and thumb to compare, "It's just that I have a little research on Qimen Dunjia and the pattern of heaven and earth. Okay, the ghost wall has been broken, let's go in!"

After all, Zhang Zhiwei stepped into it first.

Tian Jinzhong followed closely.

The scene of raising his hand to break the ghost and hit the wall just now undoubtedly gave Ziyun audience more confidence, and they also hurriedly followed.

This ancestral hall is a courtyard with three openings. It is divided into front, middle and back halls. Once you enter the courtyard of the ancestral hall, you will see a stone path that leads from the entrance to the nave. This is the central axis of the ancestral hall. It is about five Ten meters long and four meters wide, there are red lanterns hanging on both sides, bright red, like blood.

In the middle courtyard, there was a vague and clear voice, it was singing, a female voice, the singing was quite nice, if you listen carefully, you can still hear the words clearly.

"I was originally a girl from a good family named Li Huiniang. I lost my mother to sing in a foreign land on the way to avoid the disaster of war. My life is miserable... I brought disasters for no reason... I am so wronged, I am so wronged."

"Brother, what are you singing? It's eerie!" Tian Jinzhong swallowed.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't know either, he hadn't studied opera at all.

However, Master Ziyun knew something, and whispered: "This is the plot of "Li Huiniang" in the drama!"

"What are you talking about?" Tian Jinzhong asked.

"The current song should be about the scene where Li Huiniang was murdered by a traitor and went to the underworld. She is seeking justice from the judge, but the judge sees her pity, and will give her the treasured yin and yang fan, and let her go back to the world to take revenge!" Ziyun The viewer explained.

Hmm... Tian Jinzhong swallowed, and said puzzledly: "The judge judged the case according to the law. How could he give her a treasure because of her pity, and let her go back to the world for revenge? Doesn't this disturb the order?"

"So this is just a dream of a dying person, let's go and have a look!"

Zhang Zhiwei had no taboos, and walked towards the middle courtyard.

The people behind hurriedly followed.

As soon as you step into the middle courtyard, you will see a stage facing you. A good play is being staged, and the play connects the parts you heard before.

On the stage, a beautiful woman in white clothes with plain makeup was kneeling in front of a red-faced man wearing a judge's costume, begging in a low voice:

"I'm so wronged, I'm so wronged, I'm full of grievances, and I'm full of grievances. I'm sorry that I lost my life when I was young, and I hate Pingzhang.

The libretto is tactful, the singing voice is ethereal and ethereal, tactful and desolate, suddenly raised, sometimes lowered, as if weeping and complaining, which makes people's hearts shake.

The judge had his back to the crowd, and Li Huiniang was facing the crowd. At first glance, it seemed that Li Huiniang was avenging justice against the crowd.

"Master... senior brother, let's... what should we do?"

There was an inexplicable sense of compassion in Tian Jin Center, and he was about to ask, but Zhang Zhiwei had already strode towards the stage.

On the stage, after hearing Li Huiniang's appeal, the judge babbled for a while, and finally took out a black and white precious fan.

However, before he had time to hand the precious fan into Li Huiniang's hands, a thin golden thread tied around the judge's neck and pulled it off the stage.

"You..."

The judge was shocked and angry, but he couldn't speak, because Zhang Zhiwei strangled his neck with one hand and held him up.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the Yin-Yang treasure fan in the judge's hand, and then at Li Huiniang on the stage. To be precise, it was Xia Liuhong:

"Changyou has something that holds the power of faith, some are gloves, some are rings and so on. Yours is this fan. I feel that there is a strong spiritual force inside."

With that said, Zhang Zhiwei took off the Yin-Yang Treasure Fan from the judge's hand, and exerted force on his hand.

"Crack!"

The sound of joints breaking gradually made people shudder.

The judge crooked his neck and died.

Maybe it can't be described as death, because he is a dead person, but he is controlled by ghosts, and he is a walking corpse.

And this scene seemed to surprise Li Huiniang on the stage. After the melodious and desolate singing stopped, she stared at Zhang Zhiwei with her dark eyes, as if she didn't understand why this Taoist priest dared to be so arrogant. Do it directly and treat her as nothing.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't pay attention to Xia Liuhong, he dropped the judge's actor's body with him, and looked at the Yin-Yang treasure fan in his hand.

Zhang Zhiwei was very interested in the method of advocating the godhead mask, so he took this Yin-Yang treasure fan on a whim.

After taking a look, Zhang Zhiwei made a new discovery in an instant.

If you want to show your strength, you not only need to act as a god, but also have enough faith.

Where does the power of faith come from?

It needs to be collected at ordinary times, and it should be decorated with utensils like this fan, and then used when performing gods.

At first glance, doesn't it look a bit like a Taoist talisman? !

One acting god, one commanding god.

A way to gain the power of the gods through acting.

A way to let the gods drop their power by decree.

Although the forms of display are different, the essence is an application of the power of faith.

Of course, there is one biggest difference between the two, that is, Taoist priests have the support of Dharma lineage, so there is no need to worry about not having enough power of faith to command the gods.

As long as one's cultivation base is high enough and the level of dharma is high enough, he can exert greater power.

But Chanyou is different, no matter how much you act, without the support of the power of faith, it is just a mirror image. Therefore, for Chanyou, it is very important to collect more power of faith at ordinary times.

"In other words, this fan is a beggar's version of the Dharma pulse?" Zhang Zhiwei spread the fan and muttered to himself.