my weird life

Chapter 576 Three Prayers (22)

dong dong dong dong!
Gray mist lingers around,

A flag with a black background and a red flag hangs down from the sky, swinging and fluttering behind the altar where many animal bones, human heads, and even bloody human limbs are placed!

The 'Master Wutou' with a swollen face, a black cassock, and a black turban on his head rested his sword fingers between his eyebrows, and trampled on the Eight Immortals Table under his feet, making a dull empty sound!
This 'Master Wutou' stands on a high platform with seven layers of Eight Immortals tables stacked on top of each other.

Every time the soles of his feet stepped on the Eight Immortals Table, it caused the seven-story high platform to groan unbearably, and the seven Eight Immortals Tables trembled uncontrollably!

suddenly!

'Master Wutou' opened his eyes, opened his mouth and sprayed a bloody arrow on a blank folded tablet made of white paper on the altar!
Blood arrows splashed on the blank tablet,
A row of Chinese characters was actually formed—'birthday at noon on June [-], XX'—the blood actually outlined Su Wu's birth date on the tablet!
Seeing the birth date floating on the tablet, a smile appeared on the face of 'Master Wutou'. At the four corners of the Eight Immortals table where he was standing, there was a young man stepping on the corner of the table. Hold on, it won't collapse in an instant.

Seeing the smile on the face of 'Master Wutou',
The burly young man standing in the northeast corner immediately asked: "Father, can you see the horoscope of that Taoist's birthday?"

The 'Master Wutou' whom he called his father nodded,
With a gloomy expression, he said: "This pair of masters and apprentices from Lushan, Youzhou, are indeed very capable - it is basically impossible to go head-to-head with them and defeat them!
but,

The two of them are very powerful, so they underestimated the Dharma Gate of the World, arrogantly arrogant——the young Taoist didn't even back away from the "Sha Mizuki", and there was no defense between his mind, spirit and consciousness, and he was directly carried back by the "Sha Mijin" His birthday horoscope!
Now, I invite the Red Demon God to descend upon the demon,

Pay homage to his tablet!

See if I don't worship him to death!

I must give that bearded man a taste--what it feels like to lose a lover! "

A look of grief flashed through the eyes of 'Master Wutou', and the short and strong 'Master Wutou' took off four command flags from the altar, threw them into the sky above the altar, and chanted a mantra at the same time: " Red Sha God, Red Sha God, please come to my door today, my door is on the east side of the road, and there are thousands of pine trees in front of it..."

Master Wutou recited the mantra with a prolonged pitch,
The words in his mouth, which were originally clear, gradually became vague and blurred.

Some cold, inexplicable syllables were mixed into the normal sentences.

The chilly rhyme rippling around the seven-storey Eight Immortals Table,
The four youths standing at the four corners of the Eight Immortals Table changed their postures again and again, shivering in the cold and strange rhyme--the moment Master Wutou finished reciting the long mantra, the strange rhyme lingering around suddenly became extremely intense !

The blood color flowing in the gray mist suddenly became thicker,

A pair of pale palms protruded from the void, caressing the neck of the muscular young man who had just opened his mouth to call 'Master Wutou' his father.

The burly young man stared straight,

Standing straight at the corner of the Eight Immortals table,
As if his soul had been taken away, Mumu stood there dumbfounded.

Boom!
Master Wutou stomped his feet,

The seven-story Eight Immortals Table trembled and trembled.

This muffled sound seemed to have a special power, which immediately turned the burly young man from the state of being lost, and looked in horror at Master Wutou in front of the altar—his father: "Dad , Dad, you, you——you only have my son now!"

"do not be afraid!
This time worshiping the young Taoist to death must be sure.

You will be fine!

I just want to borrow your body for now.

My son, just treat yourself as if you fell asleep! "

Master Wutou turned his face to look at the burly young man, hesitated for a moment, then said to the burly young man with firm eyes again.

The burly young man cried and said, "Father, you are taking my life to do this.
And if anything goes wrong—"

"You are my eldest son, I will not let you make mistakes.

no matter what,

I have to save your life,

Don't worry! "The cold and strange rhyme wrapped around his neck, as if a pair of cold palms were caressing his neck at this moment. He was anxious, but his eyes looked more resolute and determined when he looked at the strong young man.

look into his eyes,

The burly young man finally suppressed the fear in his heart for the time being, pursed his lips, and said after a long time: "Father, it's all up to you! Your son's life is all in your hands!"

Master Aconitum nodded vigorously.

The burly young man closed his eyes again.

The moment he closed his eyes, his face suddenly became as pale as paper, and his body stood on the corner of the Eight Immortals Table, frozen there, as if his soul had been sucked away.

The cold and treacherous rhyme entwined around Wutou Shigong's neck, as well as the feeling as if a pair of cold palms were caressing his neck, faded away at this moment, Wutou Shigong faced the white card tablet,
Suddenly a strong sense of uneasiness arises in my heart,

He turned his head and saw his son who was frozen at the corner of the table again,
then,

He took out a few command arrows from the incense burner in the center of the altar, threw them into the air, and said: "White, left, and right altars, follow me to worship the tablets!"

A few arrows fell down the seven-storey platform,

around the high platform,

The other jet-black banners hidden in the mist trembled and rolled!

After doing this, this 'Master Wutou' finally calmed down, he glanced at the other three disciples who were trembling at the corner of the table, and scolded: "Everyone guard the Taoist altar!

If the Taoist altar collapses, you will be the first to perish! "

"Yes!" The disciples responded one after another.

Master Wutou turned his head, and holding a stick of incense in his hand, he respectfully bowed down to the temporary tablet made of white paper.

On several Buddhist altars surrounding this main altar, the aconite masters with black cloths wrapped around their heads are also holding a stick of incense at this time, and are facing the white card with "Su Wu's birth date" written on it. seat, respectfully bowed down.

at this time,

Master Chuandu of the Huntian Dao Altar invited the 'Red Fiend God' to attach himself to his beloved son and be included in the Huntian Taoist Altar.

As the "altar master" in the Taoist altar, he can naturally use the power of the "Red Fiend God" listed in the Taoist altar, and his current personality is equivalent to the Red Fiend God in this world.

In this way, with the help of the personality of the 'Red Fiend God', respectfully bow down to the fate of a young Taoist—the possibility that the other party will not be able to bear such a bow is very high!
By this means alone,
Master Chuandu didn't even know how many opponents he had killed!
Today, because Hongsha God chose his son's flesh shell to attach himself to, he didn't want the only remaining son to have an accident, so he naturally acted more cautiously to ensure nothing would go wrong. Let's 'worship tablets' together!
With so much preparation,

He was sure that after three obeisances, the young Taoist behind the tablet would surely perish!
Nothing goes wrong!
Master Chuandu inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner,
Kneeling on the table of the Eight Immortals, with his forehead against the cold table, he slowly finished prostrating.

thanks,
The white cards on the altar began to burn.

Two thanks,

The completely charred white card was blown away by the wind, and a dark portal emerged from the altar.

Three thanks,

Suddenly the door opened,

From the side of the door, a pair of blood-colored lotus eyes looked at Master Wutou on the other side of the door——Grand Master Chuandu!

The chill rushed straight to the top of Master Wutou's head,

He turned suddenly,
Looking at his parents and children - the strong young man suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, his eyes were full of horror and fear, and at the next moment, his suddenly opened eyes burst open, and two streams of blood flowed from the eye sockets. rushing out!

Pale palms emerge from the back of the muscular young man's neck,
Behind those pale palms, connected to the scarlet clothes,

The scarlet clothes covered the strong young man's body, and his body quickly shriveled—his neck was surrounded by pale palms seemingly weakly, but purple bruises began to appear quickly on his neck!
"Hehe—ahhh!"

The sturdy young man's legs left the table,
The seven-story high platform, which had started to shake slightly, shook even more violently!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

in the mean time,

The only three remaining flags in the gray fog all collapsed one after another.

You can vaguely hear the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground and pieces of wood scattered!

The other three branch altars all collapsed after paying homage to the young Taoist's birth date!
"Father-ah, father-ah-"

The burly young man was wrapped around his neck by those pale palms, and he lifted it up 'gently'. His legs were hanging in the air, and he kicked vigorously. His eyes bubbling with blood were facing the position where Master Wutou was. Master Aconitum stretched out his hand!
Master Chuandu, the highest-status in the Taoist Temple of the Heavens, saw his son reaching out to him for help,
A great sense of powerlessness gathered in his chest!

"Master—Master!"

"altar!"

"The altar is about to collapse!"

"We can't hold it anymore!"

The disciples of the Hun Tian Dao Altar, who were struggling to support the other three table corners of the Eight Immortals Table, finally couldn't help but speak out at this moment, calling for help from Master Chuandu!
"Hold on!"

"You have to hold on!"

Master Chuandu turned his face and yelled at the three disciples,

He turned his head to look at his son, who was struggling less and less, and the corner of the table that was gradually tilted up after his son left. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he rushed to the corner of the table to stabilize the crumbling altar. high tower,

Then he opened his mouth and bit off the fingertips of his five fingers, and the five fingers of his left hand, with blood gushing out, grabbed the left leg of his son who was hanging in the sky and struggling more and more weakly!

On the white cloth of his son's leggings, draw a strange blood-colored pattern!
Master Chuandu then bit the tip of his right finger, grabbed his son's right leg, and drew the same strange lines!

He murmured in his mouth: "Bai Sha God, Bai Sha God, please come to my door now..."

A mantra has not been finished yet,
Master Wutou suddenly covered his face with his sleeve and wept mournfully.

crying,

Mixed with a thin, gloomy female voice: "I haven't come to the door for a hundred days, and if I go to the door, I will die. Today, thousands of families hang white cloths, and in the Ming Dynasty, tens of thousands of families lie on the kang..."

The female voice mournfully sang intermittently in the gray mist.

outside the fog,
A loud male voice exploded: "Look!
A certain person said that the possibility of such a random method of supporting spirits in the Taoist altar of the sky can attract the red and white evil spirits at the same time is quite low - such a possibility, they have not yet recruited a certain wild spirit spirits, and they are all alone. There is a high probability that the whole Taoist altar will be in trouble!
Now it is really time to attract the wild ghost god!

The old ghost of the six heavens—huntian dao altar and others!
Go to my sword,

Die as many as you can! "

(End of this chapter)