Numerologist

The grove that was originally filled with orange mist all year round has changed drastically, with tall trees twisted into strange shapes.

Just as Bai Li entered the grove, he met Mo Zifei head-on.

"My lord fortune teller!" Bai Li stepped forward in three steps and two in parallel, and shouted in surprise.

What caught my eye was the half-dead parrot held in Bai Li's hand.Mo Zifei frowned slightly, and reached out to take the parrot, "What's going on?"

"Xiao Wu was fainted from fright." Bai Li quickly told Mo Zifei what happened before, "I don't know what that thing that looks like a ghost is not a ghost."

"It's a monster." Mo Zifei revealed the real body of the thing. "It was nourished by the negative emotions that have been lingering in the tomb for many years. The monster has no entity, but it is easy to be infected after touching it, infecting negative emotions and breeding demons."

"Ah?" Bai Li was a little scared when he heard that he would feel demons when he touched that monster, "Then I was hit by it before, so I have already been infected?"

Mo Zifei stretched out his hand, grabbed Bai Li's wrist veins, and injected a ray of spiritual power into his fingertips to investigate.

"There is no infection. The phantom fox itself has the property of being invulnerable to all poisons, and it also has a certain resistance to the demons." Speaking of this, Mo Zifei looked down at the unconscious parrot thrown in the other hand, and frowned again. screw up.

"What?" Seeing his expression, Bai Li asked suspiciously, "The monster was automatically blocked by the barrier when it attacked Xiao Wu before, and it didn't touch Xiao Wu. She should be fine, right?"

Although Bai Li said so, he was not very sure in his heart.In their small world of self-cultivation, people often heard people say that something went wrong in their cultivation, that they went mad or had inner demons.But in fact, this concept is very vague.It was the first time he had heard of such a monster bred by negative emotions.

Thinking of the scene of Xie Fenshui being possessed by the demon that he had foreseen before, could it be that Xie Fenshui finally went to that point because of the infection of this monster?

No!Xie Motou was originally a pervert with a weird personality, maybe he had the terrible idea of ​​destroying the world long ago!Maybe this monster was also made by the big devil.He has been back and forth in this mausoleum so many times before, but he has never seen this monster before, maybe it was only recently brought out...

"It's nothing." Mo Zifei touched the parrot's slightly hot forehead, and introduced a ray of spiritual power to comb it.

The parrot was already trapped by demons, but these negative emotions were previously sealed away.Now there is a crack in the seal, and a trace of demons have leaked out.These things had nothing to do with Bai Li, and Mo Zifei didn't plan to elaborate on them with him.

"It's fine." Bai Li heaved a sigh of relief, thinking of the monster in the mausoleum gave him a headache again, "My lord fortune teller, how do we get rid of such a monster?"

Regardless of whether this monster was born naturally or deliberately created by someone, getting rid of this ghost thing is the primary problem.This kind of thing that can easily infect the emotions of a cultivator and cause a cultivator to become a demon, once escaped outside, is no less dangerous than dropping a zombie virus.

The consequences could be even more dire.After all, the zombies in movies are basically walking dead with no wisdom, and the cultivators possessed not only brains, but also a cultivation level that has skyrocketed after becoming possessed, plus a heart that wants to destroy the world...

Just thinking about that scene makes me shudder.

"Monsters have no entity, and physical attacks have no effect. Ordinary spiritual attacks have limited effects. They need to be sealed with pure yang fire, and then placed in a peaceful and peaceful place, washed with peaceful air, so hundreds of It will dissipate after a year."

Bai Li looked up at the sun hanging high in the sky, and asked uncertainly, "Yanghuo means...?"

He only knows firewood, ghost fire, Lihuo, and real fire of Samadhi. Does this pure Yanghuo refer to the fire on the sun?

Mo Zifei nodded to confirm his guess, "It is the real fire of the sun, that is, a flame with a temperature as high as 2000 million degrees Celsius."

Gollum—

Bai Li swallowed, as far as he knew, the highest temperature of the Samadhi True Fire was only four to five thousand degrees Celsius.And there are no more than five people in the entire cultivation world who can create Samadhi True Fire!

Seeing Bai Li's unbelievable expression, Mo Zifei suddenly realized, "Oh, I forgot, your small world of self-cultivation does not have a real sun."

In the small world of comprehension, when the cultivation base is capped, it is an earth immortal, and the Golden Crow, which takes the real fire of the sun as its natal flame, is a golden immortal as soon as it is born.The spiritual power here is thin, and it cannot conceive and raise a monster race of Jinwu's level.

"I have some Yanghuo here, where is the underground tomb?" Mo Zifei didn't specialize in fire-attributed exercises, nor did the Golden Crow itself look like a little sun.Therefore, such flames with special attributes are stored in special instruments for emergency use.

Lightly tapped the parrot's forehead with his fingertips, and burned a small vermilion dot.After strengthening the seal, Mo Zifei stuffed the parrot into his wide sleeve casually.

"The entrance to the mausoleum is relatively hidden. I'll take you there." Bai Li pointed out the way ahead.

The grove is very close to the entrance, and we arrived in a short while.

The monster should be born not long ago, its strength is weak, and it is still in the stage of fearing the sun.If it grows later, it will be even more troublesome.

Stepping into the mausoleum, the cold air rushes towards the face, and it is like entering a freezer in an instant, and the whole person is chilly.

Bai Li's cultivation level was not high, so he just felt uncomfortable in the mausoleum.But Mo Zifei could clearly feel the various negative emotions remaining in this place, resentment, resentment, remorse... All kinds of emotions intertwined to form chaotic and mottled malice.

If this place is not dealt with, it will definitely nourish monsters again in the future.

Mo Zifei took out a palm-sized white jade gourd, "Go!"

After opening the cover, urge it with spiritual power.A ray of golden flame burst out from the mouth of the white jade gourd, turning into a phantom of a three-legged Golden Crow, spreading its wings and stretching its neck to drink.Where the flaming Golden Crow passed, the burning sensation increased sharply, and instantly burned the Qinglong Lantern hanging on the top of the mausoleum to ashes.Green smoke rose from the stone wall, and even the air was vaguely distorted.

Only the enshrined tablets, because of the spiritual power of the demon kings of the past dynasties attached to them, can barely resist for a while.

This is less than half the power of the real fire of the sun.The real fire of the sun collected in the magic weapon was already less effective than the flames directly released by the Golden Crow.But now considering that they are all underground and cannot damage the building too much, Mo Zifei does not have the power to fully ignite the flame.

The Flaming Golden Crow is the nemesis of evil things, and it follows its instinct to fly to the place where the evil energy is the strongest.After going around in a parade, he pulled out the monster hidden in the dark.

"What is this? Let me go!"

As soon as it touched the monster, the Flame Golden Crow immediately turned into a golden chain, binding it firmly.The outer layer of the chain was burning with a golden flame, which caused the monster to emit white smoke, and its figure was faintly visible, like snowflakes flashing when the TV signal was not good.

This monster's mind is still not sound. After being trapped, it started to cry, with snot and tears. It looked miserable.Mozi didn't talk nonsense with it, and directly put it into the white jade gourd.

The gourd is equipped with the real fire of the sun, which just restrains it.At that time, put the gourd in the Buddhist hall or Taoist temple, listen to the homework every day, and wash away negative emotions.After a hundred years, if one achieves great fortune, one will have the opportunity to transform into a 魌—an incorporeal spirit that can drive away diseases.

"Xiaobai, you are really bad. You brought an outsider to dig up my ancestral grave in Mingsha Palace, and you are so bold as to make such a big commotion, huh."

Xie Fenshui gave a cold snort, and leaned against the wall, staring at Mo Zifei with a pair of crimson eyes.

The author has something to say: 魌 (qī), a mask worn by a person pretending to be a god when exorcising plague ghosts in ancient times.

文里私设比较多，别当真哈(*/ω＼*)感谢在2019-11-1523:59:58~2019-12-2923:18:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Xiaobao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!