Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"It hurts, it doesn't look like a dream!"

After finishing speaking, without giving Sir Lin a chance to retaliate, he grabbed the car door and flipped out, looking up at the towering waterspout not far away, his heart was full of shock.

"Hey, is that Huangshan Village? No, I'm going to find uncle!"

In the back seat, A-Lian saw the terrifying scene in the mountain village. Regardless of the danger, she quickly picked up a big black box and wanted to run to Huangshan Village.

"Hey!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Fayi, who was sitting next to Alian, quickly reached out and grabbed the box in Alian's hand, and said eagerly:

"No, you can see the danger there. You will only make trouble for your uncle in the past, so you can't go!"

Seeing the box being grabbed by the old woman, A-Lian was anxious and annoyed, she just opened her mouth and bit on it.

"what!"

Chen Fayi felt a pain in his hand, but a ruthless heart welled up in his heart, he gritted his teeth stiffly, and did not let go.

Seeing this scene, Wei Zai hurried forward to hug A-Lian and pulled her away.

On Chen Fayi's hand, a deep tooth mark was engraved on her wrist, oozing traces of blood, but she didn't care at all, but stared at A-Lian with red eyes, gritted her teeth and said:

"A-Lian, I know you don't like me, but you are no longer a child, you were brought up by your uncle, and you know how dangerous it is for your uncle to catch ghosts!

Now he is fighting fiercely there, you can't help him with anything except to make trouble for him, you are not young anymore, it's time to grow some snacks, your uncle can't take care of you for the rest of your life! "

Hearing Chen Fayi's words, Alian, who couldn't help struggling, had red eyes, turned to look at her, and shouted loudly:

"You bastard, what do you know! Uncle didn't even take the magic weapon and asked him to catch ghosts. Are you trying to kill him!"

Saying that, A-Lian stepped forward to hug the box, struggling and trying to rush towards Huangshan Village.

This black box contains the magic weapon used by Uncle Nine to catch ghosts.

Because Wang Xuebin was in a hurry in the morning, and he only said to ask Uncle Jiu to help with Fengshui, so Uncle Jiu mainly prepared the magic tools needed for Fengshui.

As for the objects for catching ghosts, I just prepared a few talismans. If not, why would Uncle Jiu be in such a mess...

"Ah...this..."

Hearing Alian's words, Chen Fayi was stunned.

She only thought that Alian was headstrong, but she didn't think about it. Alian had lived with Uncle Jiu for so many years. If she was willful, how many lives would she have to stay with her?

"Get out of the way...get out of the way...I'm going to give Uncle a magic weapon...get out of the way!"

After all, A-Lian is just a weak woman, how could she escape under Wei Zai's full efforts to stop her?

"Hey...A-Lian! Listen to me!"

While hugging A-Lian, Wei Tsai said loudly:

"I... I am here... I will send it! I am the police, I... I will send it..."

"you..."

Hearing Wei Zi's words, everyone looked at him in shock. The howling wind in Huangshan Village in the distance became louder and louder, as if a ghost was roaring, and it penetrated people, but Wei Zi...

"Weizi...you..."

Seeing everyone's surprised eyes, Wei Zai couldn't help but smile sassyly, shook his head and said:

"I'm a policeman... I... can't retreat..."

As he spoke, he took the suitcase from A-Lian's hand and pushed A-Lian back into the car.

"You wait here, I promise, I will definitely bring your uncle back intact!"

Seeing Alian's teary eyes, Wei Tsai stretched out his hand and tickled her nose lightly, then picked up the box, turned his head and walked towards Huangshan Village.

Isn't it Huangshan Village?

Isn't it just a ghost?

fuck it!

"and many more!"

Suddenly, A-Lian in the car poked her head out and called Wei Zai who was about to leave.

"come here!"

Hearing A-Lian's words, Wei Tsai seemed to think of something, his face flushed with excitement, his eyes widened, he leaned over, lowered his head, and asked slowly in a deep voice:

"What's the matter~"

Seeing this, Alian took off a wooden plaque from her neck and hung it around Weizai's neck.

"This is the amulet that Brother Wang gave me. I'll bring it with you. You must be careful!"

"Well! Don't worry, I will be careful!"

After finishing speaking, Wei Tsai still lay there, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, Wei Zai, who was pouting his buttocks, was kicked hard by Sir Lin.

"Let's go, still lying here!"

"Huh? No...this...that's not how it was shown on TV!"

As soon as the words were finished, Sir Lin kicked Wei Zai's ass again.

"You also know it's TV, Shanzi, don't leave yet!"

As he spoke, he pulled Wei Tsai's collar, looked at Chen Fayi and the flushed A-Lian, and said loudly:

"Don't worry, the two of us will definitely bring Uncle Jiu and Brother Bin out! Don't worry!"

When Wei Tsai heard this, he looked at Sir Lin with red eyes, and Sir Lin also smiled sassyly when he saw this.

"One person, two brothers, who is not a policeman!"

Chapter 333

The wind was howling, flying sand and rocks, in Huangshan Village, Wang Xuebin squinted his eyes, staring at the bottom of the lake, carefully looking for the remains of Chu Renmei.

Skeleton remains are the last thing ghosts left in the world, and they are also the weakest point of every ghost.

As long as the bones don't disappear for a day, the last link between the ghost and the world will never be broken.

This weakness of Li Gui is also the core of the method used by some evil magicians to control Li Gui.

Although Maoshan Shushu is an authentic Taoist school, there have been many opportunities to deal with demons and ghosts for thousands of years, and they often come into contact with some strange and weird spells.

For example, spiritualism - using the remains of the dead to summon the soul!

This technique was originally a method of shamanism and immortals. It is usually used to summon deceased relatives, relieve the pain of lovesickness of the survivors, or ask some things that only the deceased know.

But later, this technique was used by some evil people, who used the bones to attract ghosts, imprisoned them, cultivated them into ghosts with evil spirits, and finally drove ghosts to do evil with secret techniques.

This technique was very popular when it first appeared, but it was gradually abandoned by evil people because of its low cost performance.

Because this kind of ghost from the soul does not have any obsession at all, once it comes into contact with the evil spirit, it will completely lose its intelligence, and it will not understand any commands.

Using this kind of ghost to do evil is the same as taking Erha to see the house. No one can guarantee whether it will hurt others or hurt yourself!

But after this battle, the name of spiritualism has spread in the magic world, and some officials even use spiritualism to summon souls to ask questions and judge cases.

Among them, the most famous one is Bao Gong, who breaks both yin and yang!

"Guanlan, in the water!"

Uncle Jiu, who was leaning on the stone chair behind him, also guessed Wang Xuebin's purpose, straightened his body, and searched carefully together.

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin quickly raised his head, only to see a skeleton wrapped in a straw mat, drifting in the center of the water dragon.

I can't blame Wang Xuebin for not being able to find it. There is not even a trace of ghostly spirit on this corpse.

No problem, after all, Wang Xuebin's experience in catching ghosts is inferior to Uncle Jiu's, an old Jianghu. In Uncle Jiu's eyes, a corpse like this without a trace of ghost aura is far more suspicious than a corpse full of ghost aura.

"In the water? Do you think it's safe to hide in the water?"

Wang Xuebin, who found the bones, finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he can find the bones, Chu Renmei will not be able to escape his clutches...

Human claws...

Nothing quite right, that's what it means anyway...

Wang Xuebin raised his right hand in front of him, turned his palm over, a tongue of fire ignited in his palm, brought the tongue of fire to his mouth, and blew vigorously.

I saw endless flames shot into the sea of ​​wind like an arrow, the wind helped the fire, and in just an instant, the sky and the earth were dyed the color of flames.

The blazing fireworks blocked the water dragon tightly, and in a short while, the water dragon boiled.

The sea water was still pouring back, and the water dragon was still boiling. The only change was that Chu Renmei's control over the water became weaker and weaker.

In the water dragon, Chu Renmei was still struggling hard, and those souls driven by it poured into the flame one after another, trying to stop the flame from burning.

Suddenly, a black-brown ghostly aura pierced from the bottom of the lake, attacking Wang Xuebin and Uncle Jiu.

Wang Xuebin frowned, pulled out a mahogany sword with his right hand, wiped the sword with his left hand activation technique, and threw the sword straight in the direction of the ghost.

Wang Xuebin has thousands of such mahogany swords on his body, all of which are made by himself.

Peach trees come from Feicheng in Qi State. Feicheng is located about a hundred miles west of Mount Tai and has the largest peach grove in China.

In order to make a mahogany sword, Wang Xuebin chopped more than half of the mahogany in Feicheng, Qi State, about 20 years ago.

No way, he also wanted to make a sword with a thousand-year-old peach tree, but unfortunately, the peach tree can only live for twenty years or so at most, and the dead wood is dry and not round at all, it is really unattractive, so he can only settle for the next best thing. Quantity wins.

The wooden sword pierced the ghost energy, and instantly shattered into gray-black dust. Seeing that the ghost energy was less than half eliminated, Wang Xuebin smiled slightly, waved and summoned a hundred or so swords, and lined up in front of him.

Waving his hand and silently mobilizing the activation technique to consecrate the spirit, he raised his hand and pointed, like an automatic rifle, chasing the direction where the ghost energy came, and shot it.

'Snapped!Snapped!Snapped! '

A series of explosions sounded like firecrackers, and a mahogany sword was blown into ashes. With a wave of his right hand, Wang Xuebin summoned another hundred swords, and stabbed them out with a touch of activation.

"Guanlan, you..."

Looking at this mahogany sword, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel distressed. You know, in this place on Hong Kong Island, it is extremely difficult to find a suitable peach tree to make a wooden sword!

Hearing Uncle Jiu's voice, Wang Xuebin turned his head and looked over with a puzzled expression. Uncle Jiu was blushing, waved his hands simply, shook his head and said:

"It's okay, being a human being, it's better to be frugal!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin seemed to understand something. He took out a good-looking mahogany sword again, applied the activation technique, and handed it to Uncle Jiu.

This mahogany sword is a consumable to him, but to Uncle Jiu, it is a treasure!

Just like cooks love kitchen knives and writers love keyboards, as a Taoist priest, how could Uncle Jiu not like mahogany swords?

Seeing the mahogany sword, Uncle Jiu didn't even show politeness. He took the mahogany sword without saying a word, first took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped it carefully.

That is to say, the conditions here are simple and there is no way. If he is at home, he must first oil and wax the wooden sword and maintain it carefully!

A mahogany sword was stabbed out, and the mud at the bottom of the lake seemed to be boiling violently.

A fierce ghost with long hair in green clothes and blood running down his face crawled out of the mud unsteadily.

It used all four limbs, lying in the mud, and its limbs were irregularly dislocated. Obviously, it had received extremely cruel torture during its lifetime.

The long hair is black but dry and has no texture, the cheeks are covered by the long hair, and only the hollow eyes can be vaguely seen.

A cyan robe was tattered, and this ragged clothes could not conceal its dry wood-like body at all.

Li Gui fell on the ground, and stared at Wang Xuebin closely with its empty eyes, and Wang Xuebin's brows twitched with those real eyes.

At first glance, this ghost image gives people a feeling of resentment, but if you look carefully, you will unconsciously feel a trace of nameless hatred from the bottom of your heart.

I don't know who to hate, what to hate, just hate, only hate!

"Chu Renmei!"

"Sir Wang, you and I were originally well watered, and had no enmity. You also know why I killed people. I just wanted revenge. What's wrong with me!

Why are you pushing hard!

why! "

The strong wind was still howling, the flames were also roaring, and the sea water was still pouring in, but Chu Renmei had completely lost control of the lake water.

"Why? Why are there so many reasons?"

The voice of Chu Renmei's real body is not hoarse and harsh like ordinary ghosts, but very clear and pleasant, with a hint of seductiveness in the voice, which is very inconsistent with its appearance.

Uncle Jiu and Wang Xuebin, who heard Chu Renmei's voice, looked at each other, and they kept their minds and avoided the Tao. In a hundred years, Chu Renmei had already cultivated the ability of bewitching into instinct.