After inheriting the Taoist temple in the haunted house, the ancestors appeared

The next day, Zhang Pingxin came to wait at the entrance of the hotel early in the morning, and when he saw Tang Gui coming out, he immediately got out of the car to greet him.

The driver was driving, looking for a restaurant for Tang Gui to have breakfast.

In the car, Zhang Pingxin couldn't wait to talk about it: "Master Tang, what do you think I should do now!"

His face was full of anxiety, and his lower eyelids were also blue. It was obvious that what happened yesterday caused him to not have a good rest all night.

Zhang Pingxin now felt that there was an invisible knife hanging above his head, which might fall anytime and kill him.

Tang Gui turned sideways slightly, carefully observed his face, and found that Zhang Pingxin had a good personality, his career and family were going well, as long as he didn't mess around, it would not be a problem to live to be 80 or [-] years old, of course, without that place's influence The premise.

Now there is a black air between his brows that cannot go away, and he looks a bit like the face of a dying person.

In other words, Zhang Pingxin might not even be able to survive New Year's Eve if the urgent place is not eliminated.

When he arrived at the breakfast shop, Tang Gui took out yellow paper and cinnabar ink from his backpack, and drew a lucky charm on the spot, thinking of helping Zhang Pingxin resist for a while and save his life.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhang Pingxin took the talisman paper, his palm felt hot, and when he opened his palm, the talisman paper turned into ashes.

Tang Gui frowned, and unbelievingly drew another fortune talisman, but the result was the same.

Looking at the ashes of the two talisman papers in his palm, Zhang Pingxin was so frightened that tears almost fell out: "Master Tang, I... what should I do!"

Tang Gui didn't expect the bad luck on him to be so powerful. After thinking for a moment, he said, "After breakfast, let's go up the mountain to have a look."

When he heard that he was going to Mount Qiji, Boss Zhang shook his head repeatedly, his eyes full of resistance and fear.

During the few days he was trapped inside, he really experienced what despair is, and he still has lingering fears, and he dared not turn off the lights to sleep at night.

Go up again, just in case...

He didn't dare to think any longer.

Tang Gui was too lazy to say, "Go even if you're afraid."

"Now you are plagued by bad luck, and you may die at any time. Before the formation is broken, you must follow me every step of the way."

Zhang Pingxin was about to cry, but in the end he compromised and asked the driver to buy him a big backpack filled with instant food and water, as if he was frightened of starvation in it.

Tang Gui didn't stop him, and ate breakfast in silence.

Today's weather is fine, the sun is shining warmly on people, isn't it? Most of the snow on Qiji Mountain has melted, exposing withered weeds and dry branches.

The mountain road is muddy and difficult to walk, but there are many footprints on the road, and it seems that many people have gone up the mountain recently.

When the two climbed halfway up the mountain panting, they saw two young Taoist priests guarding the intersection in the distance, and saw two ordinary people in down jackets going up the mountain. They were slightly surprised: "Who are you?"

"Zhang Pingxin."

"Tang Gui."

They had never heard of the former's name, but the latter's name made them look surprised.

Tang Gui, the person who brought Master Qinglin back.

They looked Tang Gui up and down and said, "Wait a moment first."

As he spoke, he walked quickly inside, and after a few minutes, he walked back quickly, followed by a middle-aged Taoist priest.

Coincidentally, both Tang Gui and Zhang Pingxin knew this person.

Zhang Pingxin: "Daoist Qinglin!"

Daoist Qinglin nodded at him, looked towards Tang Gui, and asked, "Tang Gui, why are you here? Didn't Xiaocheng say that you are going back to Wucheng by car today?"

Before Tang Gui could speak, Zhang Pingxin took the lead in explaining: "I asked Master Tang to stay."

Afterwards, he explained in detail how the flower pot dropped from upstairs in the company yesterday afternoon and almost hit him.

Daoist Qinglin frowned after listening to him, looked at him, said to Tang Gui without saying anything, "The old temple master is forming formation with his uncle and brothers."

With that said, he led the two of them inside.

After walking for a while, I saw many people surrounded by the two hundred-year-old willow trees, each of them tied the hem of their Taoist robes around their waists, rolled up their sleeves, one of them held a hammer, the other held a wooden stick, and beat hard to enter. ground.

Qinglin Daochang explained: "We suspect that there is something buried under the two willow trees, and we plan to dig it out to have a look."

"It's just that I don't know what's inside there. I'm worried that after the formation is broken, the things inside will hurt innocent people, so I set up the trapping ghost formation first just in case."

It can be seen that they have put a lot of effort into this place in the past few days, there are muddy footprints all around the willow tree, and even the old temple master himself went into battle, holding up a hammer and beating again and again.

Although Daoist Qinglin recovered most of his energy, his body failed to recover, so he could only work as a supervisor beside him, doing some leisurely work of handing water to others.

Soon, all the wooden sticks were tied up, and two old men in their 60s and [-]s opened a wooden barrel, and there was a bloody smell coming out of it.

Regardless of the smell, they took out a bundle of blood-soaked ropes and tied them to wooden sticks.

This stick is a mixture of peach branches, black dog's blood, rooster's blood, cinnabar, boy's urine, etc. It is simply the biggest nemesis of little ghosts.

Tang Gui couldn't understand their winding formation, so he found a place to sit and wait.

After a huge formation was completed, several people wrapped the rope covered with yellow symbols around the willow tree, and picked up shovels one by one to dig.

In fact, they have no idea whether this place is artificial or not.

If it was a man-made formation, it would be fine if they worked together to destroy it.

But if it is formed naturally, such a domineering formation, it is really difficult for them to seal it.

However, they were lucky. After less than two hours of digging, a little Taoist shouted, "Master, Master, here is a clay pot!"

Hearing this, everyone immediately surrounded him, even Zhang Pingxin approached curiously, only Tang Gui stood there without moving.

It wasn't that he wasn't curious, it was just that he saw too many people and was too lazy to squeeze in.

Soon, there were discussions among the crowd.

"There is so much resentment in this clay pot!"

"Don't touch!"

"Well, push back, don't lift the lid to see!"

Soon the crowd dispersed, and the clay pots were dug out of the soil.

This clay pot is huge, half the height of a person.

Soon, a clay pot of the same size was dug out under the willow tree on the other side.

Putting the two clay pots together, Tang Gui could see the black air coming out without opening his yin and yang eyes.

Zhang Pingxin naturally saw it too, and quickly hid behind Tang Gui in fright, seeking shelter.

The old Guanzhu asked all the Taoist priests to withdraw from the magic circle, and was about to step forward to lift the lid of the pottery pot himself, when the other Taoist priests noticed it and stopped him immediately.

One by one rushing to 'death'.

Tang Gui couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply got up and picked up a hammer on the ground, threw it hard,

"哗啦" sounded crisply.

The clay pot shattered from its belly, and thick black air gushed out of it instantly.

The people outside the formation were stunned for a moment, then exclaimed, leading the people around them back again and again.

Tang Gui was also pulled back a few meters by Daoist Qinglin, and then he saw that huge black mist seemed to have a shape, and it was sealed in the formation and kept breaking free.

The sun shone on the black mist, screaming shrilly and emitting bursts of black smoke.

But soon, the sun on the top of the black mist disappeared, making the surroundings dark.

There were faces in the dense fog, hands and feet stretched out, and when they touched the wooden sticks on the ground and the rope full of dog blood, there was a whiff of smoke, one hand retracted, and another foot stretched out.

They are constantly impacting the formation, trying to escape from it.

Daoist Qinglin took out the mahogany sword from his waist with an ugly expression, and shouted at everyone: "You can't let them go, if this continues, the formation will be broken soon!"

One of the priests also had an ugly face: "But we don't know what's going on with these ghosts, will it be possible to kill them directly..."

Damned.

He didn't say it, but everyone knew it.

Although Taoist priests have the ability to kill ghosts, they cannot kill them wantonly. If they kill a good ghost by mistake, they will be punished by heaven.

Usually they will capture them alive and send them to the Underworld, where the King of Hell and the City God will judge their crimes according to their merits of life and death.

Now that there are so many ghosts, all of them should be killed. If they are punished by heaven, it doesn't matter if they die, because they will hurt their family members.

At this moment, a clear voice sounded: "Let me come."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and all looked towards the source of the sound.

Next to Tang Gui, there was an extra person, no, it was a ghost.

His blood-red eyes stared at the black mist for a moment, and there was a somewhat excited and bloodthirsty look on his face.Tang Gui frowned and said worriedly: "Chu Yang, don't mess around."

"It's okay." He stretched out a long slender hand: "Give me the brochure."

Tang Gui hesitated for half a second, passed the booklet from his pocket, and couldn't help saying: "Be careful."

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered something, took out a black bottle as big as a finger, and said, "If possible, put the kid in the bottle as much as possible."

Although Chu Yang is a fierce ghost and there is no such thing as divine punishment, it is always good to kill fewer ghosts.

In order to deal with Chu Yang before, he ate a lot of fierce ghosts, which caused his body to be extremely hostile, and he has not completely suppressed it until now.

Seeing so many ghosts now, Chu Yang couldn't help getting excited again.

Chu Yang took the bottle from his hand and responded casually.

At this time, because the ghost struggled too fiercely, a peach stick with a thick wrist broke, and the two little ghosts just stretched out their heads to escape, but Chu Yang grabbed their necks and pushed them back.

The old Guanzhu was the first to react, and shouted: "Hold the entrance!"

His sound caused the shocked Taoist to react instantly, and hastily picked up the peach stick and the hammer and nailed one at the broken peach stick, and then each guarded a few positions.

The remaining Taoist priests used mahogany swords and yellow talismans to assist Chu Yang on the periphery.

I don't know if the ghosts inside were too ferocious, or there were too many ghosts. This battle lasted for a long time until the sun went down and the surroundings became dark.

The magic circle has been broken through countless times, repaired and repaired, and has been barely supported.

But the dense fog in the magic circle made it impossible to see the situation inside clearly. Tang Gui's heart was always on the alert, and his face turned pale with worry.

It's been so long, Chu Yang hasn't come out, is he still fighting with the kid, or...

Just as he was thinking wildly, he caught a glimpse of a strange figure from the corner of his eye.

The man was hiding behind a big tree not far away. Everyone was busy defending the formation and dealing with the kid, so they didn't notice him at all.

Tang Gui's eyes darkened, and he whispered to Zhang Pingxin who had been hiding behind him: "Go and ask Taoist Qinglin to come over and keep your voice low."

Zhang Pingxin was so frightened that his calves trembled, he shook his head again and again, just as he was about to say that he didn't dare, Tang Gui had already left him and walked towards the side in silence.

Hearing Master Tang's serious tone, he hesitated for half a second with a bitter face, still gritted his teeth, and boldly approached the magic circle, trying to identify which one was Taoist Qinglin among the many Taoist priests.

Tang Gui didn't startle the snake, but went around from the other side.

The man also focused on looking at the magic circle, not noticing that there was someone behind him at all, until Tang Gui approached and his shadow hit the ground, the man suddenly came to his senses and turned around abruptly.

Before he could see the other person's face clearly, he was punched hard on the cheek.

Tang Gui's punch was so heavy that the man felt like his eyes were shining brightly, but he reacted very quickly, one dodge, and Tang Gui's second punch missed.

The other party was a young and strong man, seeing that he was spotted, he immediately wanted to run away, Tang Gui chased after two steps, his legs began to ache again, and his speed was not as fast as the other party's.

Fortunately, Daoist Qinglin arrived in time and quickly chased after him.

Behind him, followed by a young Taoist priest, the two of them wrestled with that person.

That man's force is not weak, but one person is no match for three people. After several fights, he was finally defeated.

Without him chanting spells and making trouble, the ghosts in the magic circle were not as violent and restless as before.

After another hour or two, the formation was completely broken, and Chu Yang walked out of the formation.

The author has something to say: Chu Yang: I have saved my wife's life again, waiting for the reward.

Hey everyone good night~