70s rebirth daily

Hearing this, Song Fengchen frowned, and his eyes fell on the young man.

The body of the young man lying on the ground trembled, his nose and tears covered his face: "I, I know I was wrong, it's all my fault, I was the one who harmed Master Guangyang..."

"Okay." Song Fengchen interrupted him.

Yue Mo heard the impatience in his tone, the young man shrank his body, and really closed his mouth, but moved silently to the corner, for fear of obstructing the eyes of everyone present.

"The most urgent thing is to wake up the uncle first." Song Fengchen looked up at Xuanzhen and the others.

You still have to ask Guangyang for the specific situation.

Ding Sijing quickly said: "Master Song, if you need anything, just ask."

"Mr. Ding, please help me prepare buckets, wooden boards, rice bowls, lamps, wicks, long incense, and rapeseed oil." Song Fengchen was not polite at the moment.

"The reason why the uncle is unconscious is because the seven souls were scattered by Jueming Palm. If you want him to wake up, you just need to make his seven souls return to their original positions."

The liter is upright on the ground, put a wooden board on the liter, put a bowl on the wooden board, put water in the bowl, float a lamp on the surface of the water, add rapeseed oil to the lamp, put seven wicks, and point seven eyes.

Song Fengchen jumped and landed on the wooden board steadily.

Xuanzhen immediately took out three sticks of incense and sent them to Song Fengchen, watching him take the long incense sticks, he immediately returned to his original position.

I saw Song Fengchen stick three sticks of incense on his forehead, close his eyes and recite the mantra of wishing incense: "The way is learned from the heart, and the heart is passed on with fake incense. Incense burns in the jade furnace... I will tell you today that it will last nine days."

There was only a buzzing sound, and there was no fire on the long incense and it ignited spontaneously.

Then he recited: "Lamps are magical lamps, one lamp, two lamps and three lamps, climb mountains and cross mountains to light oil lamps, light them up brightly, and see the staggering—"

As the word "Zhuan" fell forcefully, the lamp floating on the water suddenly spun violently from east to west, making the water surface calm, and the seven lights formed a circle of light above the lamp.

I only heard him shout at the end: "Shenzong's immortal teacher's order, the heavenly order belongs to my heart. Palm the wheel for three springs, nine days to chase people's souls."

As soon as the words fell, the three sticks of incense sticking to his forehead trembled suddenly, and the incense ash hanging on the head of the incense all fell down, just hitting the aperture, and there was only a crash, and the rapidly rotating lamp stopped instantly down.

Ding Sijing and the others took a closer look, and there were only six lights left in the lamp.

"Come again!" Song Fengchen threw away the three sticks of incense in his hand and stretched out his right hand.

Xuanzhen immediately took two steps forward and delivered the three sticks of incense that had been prepared to him.

Repeat this seven times.

As the last light in the lamp went out, Song Fengchen tapped his feet lightly, turned over, and landed firmly on the ground.

He turned around, picked up the lamp, pulled out all the wicks, left the rapeseed oil in it and handed it to Xuanzhen: "Feed it to the uncle."

"Yes." Xuan Zhen hurriedly took the lamp.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Guangyang's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the two brothers Xuanzhen hurriedly surrounded him: "Master——"

Guangyang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes swept over Xuanzhen and the two, and then seemed to think of something, subconsciously touched his chest, "Hiss——"

In the sound of gasping, Song Fengchen's voice came from next to his ear.

"Master Uncle."

Guangyang followed the voice and looked over, seeing Song Fengchen, he didn't need to think to know whose handwriting he was able to wake up from. With Song Fengchen sitting in charge, he felt a lot more at ease: "Young Guanzhu."

"Thanks for your hard work, Master." Song Fengchen said.

"Hey!" Guang Yang couldn't help sighing, half lying and half leaning on the bed under the support of Xuanzhen's two brothers: "I don't know that means and luck are also part of strength. In the final analysis, my skills are still inferior to others. .”

Xuan Zhen looked aggrieved, but before he could speak, he heard Guang Yang ask: "How long have I been in a coma?"

"From noon yesterday until now." Xuanhe replied.

"It's been a day and a half." Guang Yang touched the palm print on his chest, looked up at Song Fengchen, and said only: "Zong Guiren's skill is not very good, but his superb body-substitution technique is really a headache. But I have eliminated the so-called three major ghost generals under his command, and only one of the two major ghost kings remains, and he himself was stabbed several times by me, so he should have been seriously injured."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Ding Sijing: "Did you put away the things I asked you to put away before I passed out yesterday?"

"It's ready." Ding Sijing nodded quickly, and the butler behind him immediately turned around and walked out. When he came back, he had an extra lunch box in his hand.

"This is the blood that Zong Guiren spit out when he was wounded by me." Panting lightly, Guang Yang looked back at Song Fengchen: "Next, I will trouble the Master Shao."

"Okay." Song Fengchen nodded. It is not easy for Guangyang to do this.

He reached out to take the lunch box in the housekeeper's hand, opened it, and found a ball of blood-stained toilet paper inside.

The problem now is not as simple as getting rid of Zong Guiren, but how to let Zong Guiren come to his door by himself, so as to gouge out his heart and release the deadly palm on Guangyang.

However, Desperate Palm——

Song Fengchen suddenly had an idea in his mind, he suddenly raised his head: "Uncle, do you still remember what Zong Guiren looks like?"

"You want to—" Guangyang's expression lifted.

Song Fengchen said in a deep voice: "Speaking from east to west, you can deceive the sky and cross the sea."

After a fairly sumptuous dinner, Ding Sijing gave the servants and bodyguards in the villa a holiday, Guang Yang supported Song Fengchen with his sick body, and squeezed out a palm-sized humanoid clay that looked exactly like Zong Guiren I.

"This is a handicraft handed down from my family. Before I entered Changning Temple, I relied on this handicraft to survive the war."

He couldn't help saying: "The formation of Jueming Palm and Yin Palm has been lost for a long time, I didn't expect the young master to know this formation."

Otherwise, Zong Guiren would have shot the Ding family to death long ago, why bother to go to such a big trouble, send ghosts to claim their lives, and do everything possible to sneak attack and so on.

After all, the Ding family is a local snake-like existence in Hong Kong. It is normal for the last newspaper to be published every now and then, and it is normal for Zong Guiren to want to get their image doubles.

"I was lucky enough to get this formation." Song Fengchen said vaguely.

It can't be said that he inherited it from an evil cultivator in his previous life.

After speaking, he threw the nine talismans that were almost burnt out into the iron bucket filled with rooster blood at his feet.

He picked up a wooden stick and stirred it in the iron bucket, then lifted the iron bucket and splashed it on the open space in front of the villa.

Accompanied by gusts of breeze, a strong smell of blood rushed to the face, and the moment the rooster's blood fell to the ground, a burst of red light shot out, and the blood on the ground instantly flowed, and within a few breaths, a table was formed. A huge pattern in the center.

The red light disappeared instantly.

Song Fengchen walked to the altar, and at the far left of his eyes were seven standing straw figures with the words "魑鬼魈魃魋" written on their chests. Behind the straw figures were two stones randomly placed, and in the middle was a A blank straw man and a piece of blood-stained toilet paper. On the far right is the clay puppet that Guangyang made.

Not much nonsense.

I saw Song Fengchen grabbing the Sanqing bell under the candlestick, slamming it on the toilet paper with a bang, and muttering: "The souls of the people are swaying, why live and keep them. The three souls will be here soon, and the seven souls will come..."

At this moment, he picked up the Sanqingling bell and put it on the candle, only to hear a puff, and the toilet paper attached to the mouth of the Sanqingling bell suddenly burst into flames.

"Today, I invite five Taoists to arrest you. Take away the soul to possess the body, and help the spirit..."

While speaking, San Qingling had moved above the blank straw man.

"jingle--"

While shaking the wrist, accompanied by the crisp ringtone, all the ashes from the burnt toilet paper fell on the blank straw man, and disappeared in an instant.

It's now--

He put down the three clear bells suddenly, put the index and middle fingers of both hands together, put the two fingers of his right hand on the palm of his left hand, raised his hands above his head, and shouted: "The gate of heaven is open, the gate of earth is open, the boy of Qianli is here!"

Before the words finished, the blank scarecrow stood up suddenly.

"jingle!"

Song Fengchen picked up the Sanqing bell again, and under the control of the ringtone, the blank scarecrow walked slowly towards the seven standing straw figures as if being pulled by something.

……

It was in a small farmyard only a dozen kilometers away from Ding's house.

Zong Guiren woke up from his trance, and when he heard the sound of sirens outside the house, his mind moved.

Sure enough, the next moment, there was a knock on the door, and the person outside the house said: "Master Zong, the ten pairs of boys and girls you want, my husband found it for you!"

So fast!

Zong Guiren was overjoyed, he didn't doubt him, he only knew that with these ten pairs of boys and girls, even if his wounds could not be healed, he would be healed.At that time, he will definitely come to the door again and tear up the stinky Taoist priest and the Ding family. Only in this way can he relieve the hatred in his heart.

Thinking of this, Zong Guiren got out of bed directly, walked over and opened the door.

"Master Zong, this way please!" The middle-aged man outside the door looked flattering and led him to the front yard.

"Beep-beep-"

Walking through the living room, Zong Guiren couldn't help but feel irritable when he heard the continuous piercing sound of the siren outside. He frowned: "What's the matter, the horn keeps ringing?"

The middle-aged man quickened his pace and said, "I can't help it. This place is really too remote. Some roads are not easy to walk. The car was bumped when it came."

Hearing what he said, Zong Guiren's complexion improved a lot.

He followed behind the middle-aged man and stepped out of the courtyard door.

The house was shrouded in dark clouds, not a single starlight could be seen, two trucks were parked not far away, seven people got off the truck, saw Zong Guiren and the middle-aged man, and immediately stood there respectfully.

……

Seeing that the blank straw man was getting closer and closer to the seven straw figures, Song Fengchen blew lightly on the blank straw man, and at the moment when the blank straw man stopped walking in disobedience, he pointed the middle finger of his right hand at the straw man heavily. With a flick, the blank straw figures flew into the air, and rushed towards the direction of the seven straw figures.

……

When Zong Guiren was only a few meters away from the two trucks, a gust of wind suddenly blew out of nowhere, instantly extinguishing the heat in Zong Guiren's heart.

something is wrong-

Zong Guiren's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously slowed down his pace. Only then did he realize that the surroundings were eerily quiet except for the piercing sound of sirens.He clearly remembered that there was a stream behind this yard, but now he couldn't even hear the slightest sound of water.

He slowly slowed down, put the back of his left hand behind his back, and as his fingers danced, the picture in front of him distorted.

He closed his eyes, and the piercing whistle in his ears turned into a crisp bell.

He opened his eyes, and the two trucks turned into two stones, and the seven people standing in front of the trucks turned into strange things.

Horned dragons, mountain spirits, earth spirits, ghost boys, zombies...

Demons, monsters, monsters!

Seven evil spirit lock array——

Zong Guiren's pupils tightened, and he looked down, only to realize that his feet had never touched the ground, which was not the state of his soul.

He hurriedly stopped, but he didn't expect that at this moment, a huge force hit him on the back out of thin air, and his whole body was like a bow and crossbow, soaring into the air and flying straight forward.

not good--

Seeing that he was about to fall into the soul-locking array of the seven evil spirits, without hesitation, he picked up a wooden sign at his waist and threw it out forcefully.

The moment he fell into the Qisha Soul Locking Formation, two black lights flashed at the same time, Zong Guiren's figure suddenly appeared more than ten meters away from Qisha, and the people in the formation seemed to have become There was a female ghost in red.

……

The moment the blank straw man was out of control, Song Fengchen pressed the palm of his right hand down, sinking into his dantian, and the blood array under his feet suddenly shot out a red light, gathering on his palm.The next moment, with the momentum of piercing through the air, the raised palm slapped fiercely on the clay puppet on the far right of the altar.

boom--

Under the palm, the mud turned into powder.

……

Outside the Soul Locking Formation of the Seven Demons, Zong Guiren managed to stabilize his body. Fortunately, he raised his head to look at the red-clothed ghost.

However, they found that the Qisha Soul Locking Formation, which was supposed to be surging like a storm, was unbearably quiet at the moment. The Qisha stood motionless in place, allowing the female ghost in red to attack them.

A stab.

The sharp claws of the female ghost in red pierced through the chest of the land spirit in front of her. Zong Guiren could clearly see that what splashed out was not blood, but straw.

Looking again, the earth spirit is gone, and what remains is a straw man!

fake!

I fell for it——

Zong Guiren's breath stagnates.

At this moment, a piercing sound roared.

He raised his head, and a blood-red slap hit him from top to bottom.

Zong Guiren subconsciously groped towards his waist, but it was empty. Then he realized that the ghost under his hands had either been killed by Guangyang, and the only remaining one was thrown out by him just now.

Got it!

Zong Guiren's expression cracked, and a blood-red slap came in an instant, hitting his chest hard.

"boom--"

Zong Guiren flew upside down.