Scholar has special ghost skills

As the sun sets, there is a hint of dark blue in the golden red glow.

Cheng Zhiliu looked anxious, no matter how many methods he tried and how many times he searched in the alley, he couldn't find He Yunqing who suddenly disappeared.

It's almost night, and with his little skills staying here, he can only search for it like a headless chicken.

He sat back in the car, holding the curly hair on his head with both hands in annoyance, "It's over, it's over, why is the ghost so powerful this time? Will Patriarch kill me?"

He imagined Yan Junyi's expression after knowing it for a while, and cried out in despair, "Ahhh~ I will definitely, the Patriarch will definitely beat me to death!"

But now his mind is completely muddled, and he can't think of any way. Cheng Zhiliu lay on the steering wheel and pretended to be dead for a while, when a gust of cool wind got into his neck, he suddenly looked up at the dark alley, " No way! It's getting dark...I must rescue Patriarch's Wife as soon as possible!"

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and patted his chest to remind himself, "I want to calm down, calm down..."

Then, he opened his eyes suddenly, looked ahead firmly, and grabbed the steering wheel with his hands, "Well, at this moment, I have no choice but to ask the Patriarch to take action!"

"Mother Patriarch, you must hold on! Don't let anything happen to you!" After saying that, Cheng Zhiliu stepped on the accelerator, drove to the maximum speed and sped away in the direction of home.

But quickly returning to the door of the house, Cheng Zhiliu, who was standing in front of the door, hesitated again, with an indescribable nervousness in his mood, but when he thought that the sky had already darkened, he felt hesitant, "Forget it, anyway, I will die early and be reborn sooner!"

Gritting his teeth and opening the door, he saw that Yan Junyi had changed back into his blue and white Taoist uniform, and he was meditating cross-legged on the sofa with his eyes closed.

"Ancestor... Master Patriarch." Cheng Zhiliu shrank his neck and lowered his voice a little.

When the other party heard his voice, they slowly opened their eyes.

Cheng Zhiliu's tense body trembled like chaff in an instant, he threw himself on the ground and knelt down, howling like ghosts and wolves, "Master Patriarch, disciple, I'm sorry for you!"

In the next second, Yan Junyi frowned, but He Yunqing was nowhere to be seen, "Where's He Yunqing!?"

"Mother Patriarch, he..." Cheng Zhiliu hung his head, not daring to look at his expression, and said tremblingly, "...he...he was lost by me."

A moment of silence.

At this moment, Cheng Zhiliu waited motionless, he didn't dare to breathe, his heart was beating fast, he could feel the huge pressure from above.

But after waiting for too long, this kind of torment that seemed to be Ling Chi made him anxiously want to raise his head to peek at the other person's expression.

But as soon as he lifted up a little, Yan Junyi immediately grabbed his neckline and lifted himself up, pushing hard against the wall behind him.

"Ahhh!" The fear in his heart made Cheng Zhiliu panic more than the pain of the physical collision. When he met the patriarch's cold eyes, he quickly shouted to save his life, "Patriarch, I know You are so angry that you want to kill me now, but the most urgent thing now is to save the Patriarch's Wife first? At night, the situation will be even worse!"

As soon as Yan Junyi heard it, he knew that the matter was not simple, and pressed his fist against his chest, "Say, what's going on?!"

"It's just..." Cheng Zhiliu blushed, not daring to pour fuel on his anger, and roughly said, "There is a problem in an alley, and I specially pick women to kill it. My apprentice and grandson want to subdue demons and eliminate demons for the people." Harmful, please help me by dressing up as a woman... But I didn't expect that evil spirit to be too powerful, and when I wasn't paying attention, it took Patriarch's wife into the alley and trapped her. I couldn't find it. Then the disciples had no choice but to Immediately run back and ask Patriarch to take that evil spirit away!"

But Yan Junyi was still burning with anger, and scolded, "How dare you overestimate your abilities if you are not good at learning!"

"Yes, yes, my apprentice and grandson know that they are wrong, and they will never dare again." Cheng Zhiliu cried, "But Patriarch, if you don't hurry up to save... I'm afraid Patriarch's Wife won't be able to hold on..."

"Hmph!" Sure enough, Yan Junyi let him go without pursuing the matter.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Cheng Zhiliu recovered his breath, timidly seeing Patriarch's terrifying expression, and vowed that he would never commit suicide again.

"Amulet!" Yan Junyi sternly said to him, still grimacing.

Cheng Zhiliu was taken aback, but didn't react, "Huh?"

"Give it to me!" Yan Junyi narrowed his eyes, almost on the verge of anger again.

"Oh oh, wait a minute!" Cheng Zhiliu finally understood, and rushed into the study at the fastest speed in his life, and took out his usual Taoist talisman.

"What is this?" It's just that the talisman on it is not as good as a child's graffiti. Yan Junyi took a look, curled it into a ball, and threw it on his face.

"Haha." Cheng Zhiliu shrank and scratched his head in embarrassment, "Master also said that I don't have the talent to draw."

Yan Junyi's chest trembled, as if holding back, he shouted in a deep voice, "Cinnabar! Pen!"

"I'll get it right away!" Cheng Zhiliu didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly ran to get the things out.

After a while, he was fortunate enough to see that his family's patriarch, on the low table in the living room, drew Dao talismans that were comparable to printed ones at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

When Yan Junyi raised more than a hundred pieces of painted talisman papers into the air and turned them into one and put them in his sleeves, he couldn't help but sigh, "My Chinese Taoism is indeed profound and profound."

"Where is it?" Yan Junyi asked immediately as if he had never heard of it.

"Wait a minute." Cheng Zhiliu took out his mobile phone, found a Baidu map, searched for the route to Minguo Alley, and pointed, "Patriarch, look, if I drive the fastest, I can get there in about an hour."

But seeing Yan Junyi frowned, he took out a piece of talisman paper and quickly folded a thousand paper cranes, and silently recited a spell.

The thousand paper cranes started to move, and flew to Cheng Zhiliu's mobile phone screen, with his head lowered as if studying the route above.

"Hey, it's actually moving!" Cheng Zhiliu opened his eyes wide, and reached out his hand to touch its head curiously.

The thousand paper cranes pecked his hand in displeasure.

"Oh, it still has a temper!" Cheng Zhiliu withdrew his hand, raised his head to meet the cold gaze of the patriarch, then immediately became serious and put away his curiosity.

At the next moment, Yan Junyi quickly made his handprints, and since the long sword in the room jumped out by himself, it lay horizontally in mid-air.

"Explore!" Yan Junyi pointed at the thousand paper cranes, and the thousand paper cranes flapped their wings and flew out of the window.

Yan Junyi also jumped onto the sword, and flew out of the balcony like an arrow.

"..." Cheng Zhiliu blinked his eyes, hurriedly ran to look at the back of the other party walking through the tall buildings, and exclaimed, "Wow... I can still see the legendary sword control technique these days!"

When he couldn't see him anymore, Cheng Zhiliu came back to his senses, "Ah, yes, I have to rush there too!"

Immediately, he quickly went back to the house and ran out the door...