Summoning Infinite Movie

Daoist Yan pulled out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, and the talisman ignited spontaneously without fire.

He held the talisman paper between his fingers, and quickly used ashes to smear the words "Edict" on the wall. *

Ten seconds later, the blood characters slowly disappeared.

Jiang Jibei stared at the scorched wall: "In that case, I can only follow my suggestion."

Daoist Yan also wanted to dissuade: "In a life-and-death marriage, you will encounter red and white collisions, which is a great ominous, red—"*

Jiang Jibei slowly suppressed his smile, expressionless: "I know."

Daoist Yan was stunned: "You know?"

"The so-called Hongsha is the ghost who died on the day of the wedding; and Baisha is the ghost who died unfortunately due to an accident. There is also a saying that it is a water ghost." Jiang Jibei turned to look at him, his tone calm, "Red and white Clashing with evil means that the ghosts of red happiness carry sedan chairs to see off their relatives, and the ghosts of white water wear hemp and mourning, which are regarded as extremely happy and extremely yin."

"Great joy and great sorrow are originally two extreme emotions. If joy collides with mourning, you must give way to the funeral." Yan Daochang nodded, and looked at him differently, "How do you know?"

Jiang Jibei smiled, but did not answer directly: "Don't hesitate."

Lao Sun also echoed beside him: "That's right, since Chen Ji is willing..."

Daoist Yan looked at Jiang Jibei with a complicated expression, and sighed.

He took out some banknotes from his pocket, and he acquiesced: "I have some money here, and we need everyone to split up and buy some things for the formation. We can't kill it rashly, we have to capture it alive, and then cast a spell to seal it."

Small stammer and braided team, Jiang Jibei and Lao Sun acted alone.

Jiang Jibei was still wearing a shroud, and Daoist Yan found an old set of clothes for him to change from somewhere.Although the clothes had a strong musty smell, they fit unexpectedly—except for a little tightness in the stomach.

"Why don't you ask me why you're wearing a shroud?" Jiang Jibei pulled the clothes on his waist and abdomen, pretending to test Taoist Yan casually, "Don't you find it strange?"

"It must be the ghost of that rotten corpse." Daoist Yan said without hesitation, "In order to marry you in the dark, I put you in the clothes of the dead."

"Oh, so that's the case." Jiang Jibei smiled, pretending not to know, and didn't ask any more.

He obviously woke up in a coffin outside the Xia family's ancestral hall, Taoist Yan was obviously hiding something.

Those disappearing corpses and formations are inseparable from Daoist Yan.

Before setting off, Xiao Jieba suddenly slipped to Jiang Jibei's side, and lowered his voice mysteriously: "Brother, Yuan Yuan, so you are really into movies!"

Hearing this, Jiang Jibei raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Xiao Jieba gave him a thumbs up: "I love Hong Kong movies so much! I also like "Mr. New Zombie"!"

"Really?" Jiang Jibei pretended to be surprised and smiled, "If I can get out alive, brother will invite you to watch a movie."

Little Stutter raised a hand excitedly: "Say, it's settled!"

Jiang Jibei raised his hand and gave him a light high-five.

Twisted Braids had already shouted at the door, Xiao Jieba waved at Jiang Jibei, and went to chase Twisted Braids: "Let's go brother, see you tonight!"

Looking at his back in a hurry, the smile on Jiang Jibei's face gradually cooled down.

"Red and white bumping evil spirits" is a kind of Maoshan technique, which comes from Chinese folklore.

The most classic "red and white collision" in Chinese film history is "Mr. New Zombie" directed by Lin Zhengying. Whether it is color matching, shape design, soundtrack or camera language, it is very characteristic of traditional Chinese aesthetics.

Among the three companions, Xinwuchengfu's braids are the most likely to be stereotyped, while Lao Sun is a typical old fritter who only cares about his own interests.

The little stammer is the one that is most easily overlooked because of his poor speech.

Being able to name the movie "Mr. New Zombie" shows that Xiaoba really has a certain understanding of movies.

He is not simple.

Jiang Ji went north for a stroll around the street.During the daytime, the ghostly atmosphere of last night was swept away, and people came and went, very lively.

He first went to the teahouse to drink tea, and then went to the theater to listen to the play, but he didn't get any effective information from the chatter of others.

Although he got nothing, Jiang Jibei was not discouraged, and planned to buy all the things Yan Daochang asked for first.

As soon as he arrived at the market, he was attracted by a woman sitting in a corner selling noodles.

In front of the woman was a shoulder pole and a small stove. In the shoulder pole were some bowls and chopsticks, raw noodles, yellow vegetable leaves and seasonings. On the stove was a small pot with soup burning in it.

She was wearing a black blindfold, as if she was blind in one eye, she looked a little scary, and her business was not very good.

Since it's a movie, there will never be any worthless characters.

Jiang Ji walked north towards the woman, and stopped in front of her: "Sister, I want a bowl of noodles."

"Okay." The one-eyed woman looked up with a smile, but froze the moment she saw him.

She grabbed Jiang Jibei's sleeve suddenly, her lips trembled, and her eyes turned red: "Yu—"

Jiang Jibei raised his eyebrows: "You..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, one eye is not working." The one-eyed woman suddenly woke up, let go of her hand, and wiped her tears with her sleeve, "Do you want noodles? I'll make it for you right away."

She wiped and wiped her hands on the rag before she grabbed a large ball of dough and dropped it into the pot.

"No, I can't eat that much." Jiang Jibei sat down beside him, "Sister, did you recognize me as...?"

The one-eyed woman couldn't help turning her head to look at him, and sighed: "You are like an old acquaintance of mine, you are almost carved out of the same mold."

"What a coincidence, where is she now?" Jiang Ji raised the corners of his lips.

People similar to him are probably Xia Jingmo's concubine.

When the one-eyed woman heard this, she couldn't help but wiped her tears: "She is not blessed, she went there 15 years ago."

"It was 15 years ago again?" Jiang Jibei sighed softly, "I just came here, and I heard that a tragedy happened in the city 15 years ago. A warlord leader was wiped out."

"How do you know? Why are you asking about this?" The woman suddenly became vigilant.

Jiang Jibei observed her expression, and said nonsense: "I just settled down in Cannes, and I am very unfamiliar with it. I just went to a teahouse for tea, and I heard from a person next to me that 15 years ago, there was a man who was forced to marry a yin relative. The woman killed her husband's family."

The woman sighed, her expression complicated: "15 years ago, a warlord leader called Commander Xia was indeed killed, but he was not killed by some woman, but by the young master of that family."

Jiang Jibei was a little surprised, which was different from what Yan Taoist said: "Xia Jingmo?"

The one-eyed woman nodded and scooped up the noodles from the pot with a pair of long chopsticks: "On the night of the wedding, the young master suddenly went crazy and killed the whole family."

"It's scary, it's so good, how could it be crazy?" Jiang Jibei pretended to be surprised, "Is there any survivors in their family?"

"They were all dead. After the young master killed the whole family, he went to the mass grave and killed himself. There is no grave."

"Then... who is the person who married that young master?"

"I can't remember." The woman paused her hand scooping up the condiments, her expression seemed to be a bit disdainful, "In my impression, she is a lady from a famous family."

"Isn't it Na's side room?" Intuition told Jiang Jibei that women must know something.

"How can it be, the matchmaker is marrying eight palanquins, and the servants carry the dowry all the way, so don't mention being envious of others." The woman laughed, with a sarcasm on her expression.

"Then she was also killed by the young master?"

"That's not true. The young master is not that kind of person. His wife committed suicide on the night of the wedding and threw herself into the river."

The wife that Ming Media was marrying committed suicide on the wedding night, so who is the "little concubine" who was matched with a yin relative in Yan Daochang's mouth?

"Young master, do you have any other friends?" Jiang Jibei asked, "Your old friend who looks like me..."

The one-eyed woman refused to answer.

She brought up the noodles, stared at Jiang Jibei's stomach with her sharp one-eyed eyes, and suddenly asked, "Who gave you the clothes on your body?"

"A Taoist priest surnamed Yan is also from Kangcheng, and he just came back here recently." Jiang Jibei glanced at his clothes, "Do you know him?"

"A Taoist surnamed Yan?" The woman frowned, showing a thoughtful expression, "How old is he? What does he look like? What are his characteristics?"

"It looks like it should be around forty. It looks ordinary and has no features."

Jiang Jibei observed the woman's reaction, and she did not deny the matter of "mating yin relatives" he mentioned just now.

The woman said "oh", and didn't talk about this topic anymore, but picked up the chopsticks, and desperately put vegetables into Jiang Jibei's bowl: "Eat, eat more, I have nothing good for you here...you have to eat more ..."

Jiang Jibei hooked the corners of his lips, and already had the answer in his heart.

He didn't ask any more questions, but picked up the chopsticks and started to eat the full bowl of noodles seriously.

After eating the noodles, Jiang Jibei took out a few banknotes from his pocket and put them on the table, without saying much, he got up and left.

A woman's sigh came from behind.

Before sunset, Jiang Jibei bought all the glutinous rice, yellow talisman paper, and rooster Yan Daochang asked for, and used the remaining money to buy snacks for everyone, and then returned to the dilapidated house.

After dinner, everyone wrapped themselves in newly bought blankets and fell asleep exhaustedly. Taoist Yan also leaned against the pillar and closed his eyes.

Since Chi Xian's death, Jiang Jibei has suffered from neurasthenia and has been sleeping lightly.

Strangely, this time, as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into a dream.

In the dream, Jiang Jibei was thrown into a piercing cold pool.

The cold moonlight melted into the water, and the cold water kept pouring into his eyes, nose, mouth and ears, and the smell of blood gradually rose from his throat.

Jiang Jibei's hands and feet were tightly bound, and he couldn't get away no matter what.

He turned his head desperately, only to find that a set of bright red costumes were tightly attached to his back, wrapping around his limbs!

During the struggle, a few wisps of bright red floated past Jiang Jibei's eyes, and then quickly spread in the water.

He lowered his head and saw that blood was continuously oozing from his abdomen.

Stomach hurts...

It seems like something is about to rush out of it...

When he was on the verge of suffocation, Jiang Jibei suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the nightmare.

He stared straight at the dilapidated ceiling, covered in cold sweat.

After his frantically beating heart returned to normal, Jiang Jibei lifted the blanket on his body and sat up.

When he raised his hand, his sleeve slid down due to inertia, exposing half of his arm, and the scars on his skin became more and more obvious.

Jiang Jibei pulled his sleeves and stood up.

"Where?"

The old grandson next to him suddenly spoke.

Jiang Jibei's scalp exploded.

Turning his head to look, he found that the old sun was talking in his sleep with his eyes closed.

He couldn't help but give Old Sun a white look: "Pee."

"Eat more kidneys..." Old Sun muttered a few words, turned over, and the sound of long breathing came out of his nose again.

Borrowing the moonlight, Jiang Jibei quietly left the main house.

He found a secluded corner, took out the cloth bag he had prepared in advance, walked around the house based on his memory, and found the ancestral hall where he woke up last night.

Standing at the door, Jiang Jibei lit a candle, and the faint light of the fire barely illuminated the ancestral hall.

As expected, the ancestral hall was clean, even the formation, coffin, candles and Wang 0999's corpse disappeared together.

Jiang Jibei took out a bowl of white rice and a stick of incense from the cloth bag, put the bowl on the ground, lit the yellow stick of incense, and stuck it on the rice.

After finishing this, he took two steps back, crossed his arms, leaned sideways against the wall, and said, "Eat."

A flower of ashes with sparks leisurely passed Jiang Jibei's eyes and landed at his feet.

A second later, the ashes suddenly turned into a blazing green flame!

Jiang Jibei narrowed his eyes.

Through the green flames, he saw that the faceless man from last night was squatting on the ground, grabbing the white rice mixed with incense ash in the bowl with his hands, desperately stuffing it into the blood hole on his face, blood and rice grains dripping down to the ground.

When the rice bottomed out, Jiang Jibei said, "Is it you who pushed me behind my back last night?"

The faceless man paused, then slowly raised his head. The huge blood hole was facing Jiang Jibei, and there was still a lump of unswallowed rice mixed with saliva, blood and brains in the hole, which was extremely disgusting.

"Is the white rice that Daoist Yan put at the door for you? I kicked over your rice, so you have been following me." Jiang Jibei continued, "The one who helped me entangle the zombies in the ancestral hall is also You——Daochang Yan killed you?"

As soon as the words fell, the bowl in the hands of the faceless man fell to the ground with a bang.

It stood up slowly, and approached Jiang Jibei step by step, its white tofu-like brain was still beating slightly, and a deep and ambiguous sound rumbled from the bitten off trachea——

"Flying Yaksha...stop...refining corpses...

"Stop! Refining corpses!"*

Speaking of this, the faceless man suddenly let out a stern scream: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

A mahogany sword pierced through the blood hole in his chest again.

Daoist Yan stood behind the faceless man, holding the hilt of his sword, with an extremely strange expression in the cold night.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the Faceless Man instantly exploded into countless fragments, and ashes with dark fluorescent light scattered all over the sky.

Jiang Jibei looked at Taoist Yan without saying a word, with a playful expression.

He heard very clearly that the faceless man mentioned the word "refining corpse" just now.

Who is refining the corpse?

Who did the faceless man ask him to stop from refining the corpse?

"This ghost belongs to Master Zombie, and it haunted me all the way. I thought it was pitiful, so I didn't kill it. I didn't expect it to still linger." Yan Daozhang inserted the sword back into the scabbard, pointing to Jiang Jibei shoulder, explained, "Now that I've broken it, it won't haunt you anymore."

Jiang Ji turned his head to the north, and at some point there were two burnt black handprints on his left shoulder.

He brushed it casually, without questioning, but asked: "Who lived in this house?"

Daoist Yan hesitated for a moment: "This is Commander Xia's house. I was worried that you would be afraid, so I didn't say..."

Jiang Jibei showed a smile of unknown meaning, and his face became more and more beautiful under the shaking candlelight.

Seeing this face, Daoist Yan was startled, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

He took out something wrapped in yellow talisman paper from his sleeve, and handed it to Jiang Jibei, smiling flatteringly: "Chen Ji, don't be afraid, this is for your self-defense."

"What is this?" Jiang Jibei took a look, and found that the yellow talisman paper was wrapped with an iron nail about five inches long. *

Daoist Yan glanced at Jiang Jibei's abdomen, and explained: "On the day of the yin marriage, if something goes wrong in the middle, you can put this iron nail into the heart of the zombie master. Remember, only if you put it into the heart, It’s just going to be wiped out.”

Daoist Yan's enthusiasm and flattery made Jiang Jibei feel a little weird.

"Why didn't you give it to them?" Jiang Jibei weighed the iron nail, "Also, didn't you say you wanted to capture it alive? Now you want me to kill it?"

"You are the bait, you need it more. It doesn't matter if the rotten corpse is dead, you must not have an accident." Yan Daochang laughed, "Although the talisman paper has fallen, it is still within the 15-year seal period. Its mana and consciousness It hasn't fully recovered yet, we just need to get rid of it before it turns into a flying Yaksha."

"Okay." Jiang Jibei wrapped up the iron nail and stuffed it into his arms, "I'll take it. You can go back."

"You..." Daoist Yan hesitated to speak, but seeing Jiang Jibei's appearance of no desire, no pursuit and no distracting thoughts, he had no choice but to nod, "Then you should go back quickly, it's dangerous outside, you should be more careful."

After that, he took another look at Jiang Jibei's abdomen.

Jiang Jibei naturally noticed his gaze, but he still pretended not to notice it.

After confirming that Daoist Yan had completely left, Jiang Jibei spread out his left hand that had been behind his back.

A paper man as thin as a cicada's wings lay quietly in his palm.

It suddenly appeared in his hands before the faceless man's ghost was shattered.

Looking at the paper man in the north, Jiang Ji said to himself, "What exactly is your wish?"