Taoist chanting

It's just that I still don't know where the monster came from?

Zhang Wenfeng didn't stab the dwarf figure with two consecutive swords, he jumped back suddenly, and swung his sword towards the willow tree that was close to him in the west.

He used the trick of sounding the east and the west, and he used it at his fingertips.

"Crack", the willow trees were cut off at the same root, and a group of black shadows emerged from the top of the branches, fell to the shore, turned into a small figure, and ran to the east.

"what!"

With a loud shout from the audience, the donkey started its performance.

The little figure screamed and moved his short legs, endured the pain and continued to stagger, and the speed was suddenly touching.

The donkey still had a yellow talisman on his forehead, and he jumped to the shore very quickly.

How can it be polite to the evil thing that made it almost look ugly.

With two vertical leaps, he overtook the short figure from the air, kicking his pitch-black hooves fiercely backwards.

However, the two blows that were determined to be won landed in the empty space in a row, and the donkey was amazed. He looked at the river in front of the right, among the branches of a willow tree, and peeked out the tall figure who was chased by them earlier, holding a dark bottle in his hand. Shaking triumphantly here.

A black gas emerged from the mouth of the bottle, turning into a small figure.

The short figure climbed on the shoulders of the tall figure, and provoked wildly: "Come on, come and beat me."

The donkey was so angry that he sprayed the thunderbolt technique in his mouth fiercely.

When his temper came, he couldn't control it himself. If he didn't satisfy the little thief's wish to be beaten, he was upset.

Zhang Wenfeng, who knew the donkey's nature, yelled ahead of time: "Lei Lei!"

The left hand gestured upwards in the air, attracting the attention of the two dark blurred figures.

He had a rough guess in his mind, this thing should be the "ancient tree sprite" recorded in the classics, which can transform into a human form, can collect souls, and can use some strange wood-working techniques.

"go!"

The dwarf figure had suffered from the loss of thunder, and knew it well, and screamed.

It was because it was struck by lightning that it was forced to appear by two humans by chopping down trees.

The tall figure with the short figure shrank between the branches, the figure quickly disappeared, "Pika...bang", the thunder light more than twice thicker than chopsticks hit the tree trunk accurately.

Under the anger of the donkey, the blow was fast and ruthless, and the power was not bad, almost draining its body of demon power.

Black smoke and flames rose from the trunk, and a scream was vaguely heard, and something rolled down from the trunk.

Yue Anyan was so close, she rushed over when the villain was arrogant and provocative.

With a sword in hand, Qi root cut off the burning willow tree.

Stepping on the dark bottle that fell to the ground and rolled around with her feet, she carefully protected herself with water, and did not dare to pick up the bottle easily.

When did the Dark Daoist Master learn the Thunder Technique?

Doesn't look like Muxing Leifa?

Zhang Wenfeng jumped to the front. He noticed that the two evil creatures had escaped with the help of the willow tree. It was purely a feeling.

He stretched out his unrestricted left hand and picked up the black bottle that was half-sunk in the sand.

It is a thin-necked wooden bottle with smooth and delicate wood grain, about five inches high, with a round belly of more than three inches in diameter. , no exception.

Kicked some sand, put out the flames ignited by the lightning strike, and said, "Let's go, go back to Wei's yard."

The barking of dogs was still lively, almost every house in the village was lit, and no one went out to check.

Country people deeply believe in ghosts and gods, and fear them, and they dare not provoke them easily.

Zhang Wenfeng and Yue Anyan walked from the collapsed courtyard wall into the Wei's courtyard, which was spattered with mud brick fragments and a mess.

The donkey looked back several times unwillingly, but the two evil creatures did not appear again.

After lighting up the oil lamp in the main room, Zhang Wenfeng walked to the Westinghouse. Seeing Wei Xingde holding a stool in his hand, he was nervously blocking the bed.

Wei Xingde hurriedly put down the stool, and he heard the movement outside.

The courtyard wall collapsed, the shrill screams, and the fierce fighting made him nervous, and he didn't dare to show it, so he had to protect the frightened child on the bed.

"Monastery Lord, haven't you caught the evil thing?"

"I didn't catch it. The two evil magic techniques were weird, so I just drove them away."

"This...they will come again next time, but what should I do?"

Wei Xingde was very anxious, and he couldn't care about the child's listening. He begged: "Guangzhu, you must have a way, there must be a way, right?"

He couldn't help but be in no hurry, the lives of the family were at stake.

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, and said: "After dawn, your family can go to the mountain with us and stay for a few days. These two evil things that harmed you have made a grudge against someone in your family. Look at this posture, they are not Will let it go."

There was one more thing he didn't say.

This time, the evil thing can't use the method of collecting soul and yin, so next time, it can be changed to another method.

Including arson, using evil methods, seeing blood, etc., belong to immortality.

He had a limited understanding of the rules of the ancient tree spear, and he and Yue Anyan couldn't keep guarding here all the time. For the sake of being a teacher, it was still possible to take in the four members of the Wei family and keep them safe for a few days.

When it was dawn, he went to the city to seek assistance, and there was no need to fight with two evil creatures here.

He is an organized man.

Wei Xingde was overjoyed, and he was worried that the Guanzhu would not care whether their family lived or died.

He hurriedly bowed and thanked him again and again. He really didn't dare to go home and live before he had dealt with the two evil things, and then he wondered: "The two of us rarely offend people in the village, so we shouldn't be wronged by evil things."

"Maybe it's your senior, the grudge between the senior and the evil thing. Do you have any brothers and sisters?"

Zhang Wenfeng asked, holding a black wooden bottle to wipe off the sand in his hand, and glanced at the yellow talisman on the mud wall, and the half-melted salt grains on the ground, the vengeance of some evil things can harm three generations.

"Uh!"

Wei Xingde really has no siblings.

He is an only son, his father is also a single person, only his grandfather and brothers are very many.

Zhang Wenfeng saw his expression and guessed that it was Wei Xingde's grandfather, the Taoist priest who used to be on the mountain. He had a festival with evil things, turned around and walked to the main room, saying: "Wait, there may be people from the village coming to the door, you think about it. How to explain to them, we will not come forward."

He doesn't want to waste time talking with people.

Surrounded by people like watching monkeys and having to explain for a long time, he found that he didn't have that patience.

Perhaps it was because his mentality was different once he escaped from the ordinary. In addition to being able to get along with his colleagues and acquaintances, he vaguely rejected the ordinary in his heart.

"By the way, Master Wei, do you know woodworking and can distinguish wood?"

In the basket by the west wall of the main room, there are several kinds of carpenter's tools, axes, saws, planes and so on.

Wei Xingde followed to the main room, with the spectator present, he was not worried about evil things coming to the door.

After listening to the question from the master, he woke up because he was too nervous and panicked before, and he lost his sense of proportion.

"Yes, I know carpenter's work, and I can recognize ordinary wood."

"Help me, what kind of wood is this bottle made of? Don't touch it with your hands."

Wei Xingde retracted his fingers, turned his head to the light, and carefully looked at the delicate wood grain on the bottle, distinguishing it for a while, and said, "This is made of willow, strange, how can there be black willow? The handwork of the carving is very good. It's been a while, and it's an old object."

Hearing Wei Xingde's reply, Zhang Wenfeng had a rough idea of ​​what the ancient tree sprite was following.

Tomorrow, using the ancient willow tree as a clue, you can check it out.

Chapter 90

Zhang Wenfeng put the willow bottle on the table, pasted a yellow talisman to suppress evil on the mouth of the bottle, and continued to ask, "Is there any ancient trees nearby, the ones that are at least a few hundred years old?"

Wei Xingde said without hesitation: "We have an ancient walnut tree in Nitan Village. It may be two or three hundred years old on the north hillside of the village. During festivals, some old people go to burn incense and pay tribute." Are you fine?"

He glanced sideways to the left and right, for fear that spirits would come to the door.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the willow bottle and shook his head, "No. When it's dawn, take me to have a look."

Wei Xingde was asked to go to the east room to appease his frightened wife and children. He sat down in a chair, took out a handwritten booklet from his arms, and slowly flipped through it to pass the time.

After a while, the barking gradually ceased.

Several old people in the village called out a number of young and strong men, took iron utensils in their hands, and held torches to find Wei's yard.

A section of the courtyard wall collapsed, there were many traces of fresh potholes on the mud wall, the dead mice that stepped on the yard had broken stomachs, and the jujube trees and willow trees on the river slope were broken and fell, which stimulated the onlookers to tremble. I don't know if the Taoist priests of Xianlingguan have caught any ghosts?

There was a lot of noise outside, calling Wei Xingde to go out.

Wei Xingde opened the closed door of the main room, and then closed it at will. He walked out of the dilapidated yard and negotiated with many villagers to explain.

Hearing the high and low noises, some people were reluctant and insisted on asking for an explanation. Yue Anyan saw that the Guanzhu was not going out with the book, so she got up, opened the door and went out, and the noise suddenly fell silent.

She casually fabricated a story about a yellow-skinned child who became a spirit, became vengeful with Wei Xingde's ancestor, and took revenge in the third generation.

Concisely and concisely, he sent back this group of villagers who were closely related to Wei Xingde.

She doesn't understand how these people don't want to mess with them, lest ghosts and ghosts take revenge on their own minds.

In the face of outsiders, all villagers can work together to fight, such as fighting for water.

When they were attacked by spirits, they could do nothing. At most, they would come up with ideas to burn incense and soften things up, or ask an expert to surrender.

The inside and outside are quiet again.

Not long after the sound of the clapper in the fifth watch, Zhang Wenfeng, who was sitting on a chair to adjust his breath, suddenly opened his eyes.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the yellow talisman attached to the bottle mouth fluttered without wind at both ends, and strands of black air overflowed from the gap of the bottle mouth, which looked very strange.

Yue Anyan, who was sitting across the table, also suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his left index finger and put it on the willow bottle, and the black air wafting out of it twisted and vanished under his gaze.

There was a vague beast call from outside, and the evil thing that wanted to cast a spell suffered a dark loss.

Zhang Wenfeng motioned his senior sister to guard the house with his eyes. Holding the wooden bottle in his left hand, he stood up and opened the single door. When he walked out, he saw two black shadows squatting on the courtyard wall of the kitchen in the southeast. There are a lot of poplar branches.

The donkey had a yellow talisman on his forehead, stared at the shadow in the yard, and did not act rashly.

"Return the bottle, the feud between us can be written off!"

The dwarf figure shouted at Zhang Wenfeng in a high-pitched voice, looking a little restless, and it was almost dawn.

They don't know what's weird about that human being that can easily suppress their bottle.

"What do you say about your feud with the Wei family?"

Zhang Wenfeng was unmoved and asked.

"Don't even think about it! That stinky Taoist priest interjected when I was trying to keep my mouth shut, ruining my hundred years of cultivation, and even chasing and killing me. This account must be reckoned."

The dwarf figure resented and told the reason for the incident.

Zhang Wenfeng stared at the dwarf figure and shook his head slowly, "It's better to solve the enemy than to end it, you are just a one-sided statement, there is no proof of the truth, the Taoist priest in those days died and the enmity disappeared, why don't you listen to my advice and stop here, you have already rehabilitated Come back and find your way, don't get entangled here."

When the spooky mountain monster breaks through in cultivation, there is a tradition of negotiating with human beings.

Most of the time, on a sunny morning or at dusk, when I meet a passer-by at a certain intersection, they pretend to be a human using the blindfolding technique, cover their head with a straw hat, and ask, "Do you think I look like a person? people?"

and so on.

"You Taoist priest is so unreasonable, you still blame me for entanglement? I almost lost my hundreds of years of Taoism, and even lost half of my life, how can I give up? If I don't take all the souls of his descendants to take revenge, I can't, but I made the heart oath. Wish, what else do I cultivate? You return the bottle, and I don't care about you."

The dwarf figure is furious.

If it weren't for the powerful Taoist priests below, they wouldn't be able to deal with it for a while, how could there be so much nonsense.

Pounced on the big kill long ago, and spoke with spells.

Zhang Wenfeng saw that the other party threatened to take the lives of the four members of the Wei family, and knew that there was no room for manoeuvre. Of course, his reasoning was on the human side, and his eyes did not change in the slightest, and said indifferently: "I advise you to 'the one who knows the current affairs is a hero', it is for your own good. I have a relationship with the Taoist priest back then, and I took over this Liangzi for him."

He couldn't see the spies kill people and be indifferent.

If he was afraid of the mere spirit mountain monster and returned the bottle he got, he would not need to practice this way.

Anyway, if Liang Zi made a knot, it would be better to take the matter of the Wei family on one shoulder.

Hiding in peace is practice, and beheading demons and ghosts that harm the world is also practice, and the two are not contradictory.

"Okay, okay, I'll find you, let's see."

The short figure stared at Zhang Wenfeng, said ruthlessly, and the tall figure dipped into the willow branch and disappeared instantly.