Record of Yin and Yang

The person holding Gu Jiu was a boy about twelve or thirteen years old, with a Taoist ball head tied, and his hair was a bit messy.

He seemed to be very hot, with sweat all over his head. It was already cold in October, but he was still wearing only a thin coat, with a large area exposed under his neck.Through the clothes, Gu Jiu could feel the warmth from the other party's body continuously coming towards him.

Gu Jiu, who has always been cold in his bones, has almost forgotten what it means to be "warm". Now that he is hugged by this boy, he is like snuggling up to a stove.In addition, it seemed that he had narrowly escaped death, so even though the boy spoke fiercely, Gu Jiu was not angry at all.

He let go of the hand that had subconsciously hugged the other party's neck before, smiled embarrassedly at the other party, and dropped his feet to the ground.

The boy ignored him, but looked at him a little strangely.

Standing firmly, Gu Jiucai looked at the young man standing in front of him and the boy, who was also dressed as a Taoist priest, with a black whip in his hand, several swords on his back, and cloth bags and other odds and ends hanging on his waist. Things jingle as they walk.

He was the one who spoke just now, and he was bending slightly to wave at his younger brother, and said in a tone that blamed his uncle for coaxing the child: "Mimi? Mimi, come here, uncle has some meat to eat."

"Meow." The younger brother yelled, but ignored him, walked around him and ran towards Gu Jiu, and jumped into Gu Jiu's arms.

The young Taoist rubbed his nose resentfully, straightened up, and looked at the old Taoist in front of him, "Fang Beiming, a wandering Taoist, I wonder who you are?"

Old Taoist: "No name, no surname, not worth mentioning."

Fang Beiming smiled, "I'm afraid I dare not say it, lest I cast a curse on you?" Then his voice became serious, "I came chasing the civet, but I didn't want to bump into you, an evil Taoist, doing evil here. "

The old Taoist turned the sword in his hand into a sword flower, and said solemnly: "The poor Taoist is entrusted by others to subdue the evil spirits, it is not the evil that the Taoist friends talk about."

Fang Beiming sneered, and pointed back at Gu Jiu: "Although this child is full of yin, he is also angry. It's just that his fate is a little bit dark, how could he become a ghost?"

Fang Beiming tapped the red rope on the spot, "Soul Binding Chain." He pointed to the small courtyard and circled around, "Spiritual Array." Finally, his eyes fell on the cloth bag hanging alone at the gate of the courtyard, "If I You guessed it right, there is also a soul-destroying nail in it. Huh, sucking the soul of a living person to sacrifice to imprisoning a ghost, and you still say you are not doing evil!"

The old Taoist's eyes were gloomy and cold, "The Taoist has good eyesight, and since he knows what the poor Taoist wants to do, he advises the fellow Taoist to stay out of his own business, return the child to the poor Taoist, and leave quickly."

Fang Beiming didn't care about the old Taoist's words, he walked towards the small courtyard persistently with his black whip, and when he passed by Zhou Shanshan, he lowered his head and glanced at her: "Stay here."

Zhou Shanshan was very afraid of the black whip, she struggled to get up from the ground, and shrank to the side.

Gu Jiu hugged her younger brother and wanted to see Zhou Shanshan, but the boy named Yi'er grabbed her by the collar and listened to his impatient warning: "Be honest, aren't you afraid that she will eat you in the past?"

Gu Jiu whispered: "She is my mother, she will not eat me." At least Zhou Shanshan, who has regained her senses now, will not eat him again.

But the boy didn't let go, snorted coldly and turned his face away to ignore him, only looking at the situation in the small courtyard.

Gu Jiu had no choice but to stand there holding his younger brother and being grabbed by the collar.

In the small courtyard, Fang Beiming waved a long whip and made havoc in the small courtyard. Wherever the long whip passed, there was a golden light flashing.

The old Taoist said angrily: "The boy is so crazy that he broke my soul-stirring array!"

He raised his sword and attacked Fang Beiming.

Fang Beiming fought with the old Taoist priest, he was still able to handle it with ease, and while fighting back, he said: "Your palace of fortune is flawed, narrow and dark, disasters are common, people die and their homes are broken, all because of your evil intentions that have damaged your yin and yang. Gap; I see that your nose is bent like an eagle's beak. You have been scheming all your life, entangled in bad karma, and full of bad luck. You will not have a good life!"

The old Taoist was in a hurry: "Full of nonsense!"

He took out a palm-sized small jade bottle with a round belly from his waist, removed the yellow talisman on it, squeezed the wound on his finger, wiped it around the mouth of the bottle, pushed the bottle cap open with his thumb, and a ray of black The mist sprang out from the bottle, accompanied by the shrill laughter of a few children.

Gu Jiu could see clearly that the black mist dissipated and turned into three children about four or five years old, with pale complexion and red eye sockets.

Gu Yong was standing next to the old Taoist priest. He saw a little boy floating towards him, and he circled around him very interestedly. He was so scared that he said, "Master, master!"

The old Taoist glanced at him, "Useless things."

The old Taoist recalled the playful kid, pointed at Fang Beiming, and ordered, "Go, tear him apart!"

The three little ghosts laughed sinisterly, then rushed towards Fang Beiming with a laugh.

"To feed the little devil with his own blood, he is really seeking his own death." Fang Beiming shook his head and sighed. The little ghost rushed up.

But at this moment, Gu Jiu couldn't help but feel a chill running down his back.

He just heard from Fang Beiming that the old Taoist priest had set up a soul-destroying array in the small courtyard to sacrifice his soul to become a little ghost. If the old Taoist priest really succeeded tonight, he would be unable to control himself even if he became a ghost in the future. I'm afraid I will be driven by this old Taoist priest until my soul dies.

Gu Jiu couldn't help but moved towards the small stove next to him.

The boy was still grabbing Gu Jiu's collar, noticing his small movements, and gave him a strange look again, but didn't say anything fiercely.

Gu Jiu was looked at by him twice. He didn't know what the boy was wondering about, but he didn't dare to ask, so he could only temporarily put away his doubts and look towards the small courtyard.

Fang Beiming didn't know where he came from, he was very capable, the three little devils were very strong, but they were still forced to retreat by the sword in his hand, the wounds on their small arms and legs were afraid that the sword wounds would split their black energy , every time they are injured, the black energy on their bodies will be reduced by one point.

The little ghosts rushed to the old Taoist priest, twittering, asking him to bleed for them.

Fang Beiming said: "If you fight again, you will be separated. If you stop now, you may still have a chance to go to the underworld to save a chance of reincarnation."

The noisy little ghosts were quiet for a moment. They were raised by the old Taoist priest and helped him with things, only because the old Taoist priest promised to save them a hundred years ago and let them reincarnate freely.

The old Taoist's face was livid, he swiped his sword at his fingertips, and brought his bloody finger to the three little ghosts, staring at Fang Beiming, and said grimly: "Eat, children, kill when you are full!" He, I will help you to save immediately."

The little ghosts suddenly became excited, and licked up the blood released by the old Taoist priest. The black energy on their bodies rose again, and their faces became even more terrifying.

Fang Beiming said helplessly: "I can hit ten like you with one hand. If I didn't see you pity, I wouldn't bother to care about you."

After finishing speaking, the three talisman papers were merged into the fingertips.

"Taishang Laojun, and my god. Calling on the jade girl, it is ominous to take pictures. Climbing rocks are cracked, wearing a seal. Wearing a canopy on the head, tiptoeing Kuigang, supporting Liujia on the left, and Liuding on the right. There is a yellow god in front, There is Yuezhang. God master kills, does not avoid the powerful, kills the evil spirits first, and then kills the night light. What kind of god does not subdue, what kind of ghost dares to do it? Hurry like a law!"

After reciting a ghost-killing incantation, the talisman paper was thrown away, and it seemed to be alive. The three talisman papers shot at the three little ghosts at the same time, and one little ghost was stuck on one.

"what!"

The little ghosts howled miserably at the same time, fell to the ground and rolled desperately, and quickly became weak.

And the old Taoist who witnessed all this also spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

The relationship between him and the little ghost is that he is the master and the little ghost is his servant. He feeds the ghost with his own blood, and the blood is the contract between him and the little ghost.

That's why Fang Beiming said just now that he was seeking his own death.

Fang Beiming used the tip of his sword to pick up the soul-binding chain that had been cut off by him earlier and was left behind by the old Taoist priest. He held it between his hands, flipped his fingertips, and touched the soul-binding chain with his palm after the seal was formed, just like a black whip Throwing it out to the three little ghosts, entangled them, then pulled the chain to the side, wrapped the chain around the three ghosts a few times, then threw it at the boy's feet.

The boy stepped on it with his foot.

The three little ghosts were trampled on the ground, struggling weakly, screaming in their mouths, the sound was really ear-piercing.

The boy stepped hard and said angrily, "If you keep making noise, I'll crush you."

The little ghosts didn't dare to scream anymore, and shrank together.

He was so fierce that Gu Jiu who was standing beside him couldn't help shrinking his neck.

The old Taoist priest over there was still dying. He had brought a black flag and put it beside him.At this time, he held the banner in his hand, and wiped the blood on the banner with his fingertips. The originally quiet banner moved without any wind, and various hideous ghost heads kept appearing on the banner. , densely packed, they roared and shouted, trying to break through the banners and come out.

Fang Beiming was walking towards him, but he stopped immediately, "Hundred ghost banners that have not yet been refined, you are really a crooked way."

The old Taoist grinned triumphantly, "It was the poor way that underestimated the enemy before that gave you a chance to take advantage of it. Although the Hundred Ghost Banner in the poor way's hand has not been refined, it is only short of a ghost. It is enough to deal with you."

As he spoke, he grabbed Gu Yong, who had been closely following him for protection, and sent him to the bottom of the banner, where the surging ghost heads scrambled to open their mouths and gnaw on Gu Yong's face and head. .

"Eat, eat!" The old Taoist firmly held Gu Yong, who was struggling and screaming, with a crazy face, "Only when you are full will you have the strength to help the poor Taoist work."

With a sound of "Plop", Gu Yong, whose soul had been devoured, was thrown on the ground with a pale face, and he had already lost his breath.

Fang Beiming glanced at the dead Gu Yong indifferently, and then returned to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist quickly drew talismans on the banner with blood, muttered something, and heard him shout, "All ghosts listen!"

Those struggling ghost heads got out from the banner, black air intertwined, floating in the old Taoist Shenzhou, ready to move, just waiting for his order.

The old Taoist pointed at Fang Beiming, who was waiting in full force with his sword, and suddenly turned his fingertips, pointing at Gu Jiu who was standing not far away: "Go, eat him!"