I saw that the Taoist priest looked around the area, and did not go in, but found a stone on the side, and took out a few objects from his sleeve and put them on the stone. The Taoist priest picked up a piece of yellow paper, folded it a few times, tore it up casually, tore it a few times on each side, and then opened it, and this yellow paper was actually torn out by him in the shape of a person. Paper man! Han Yiming immediately remembered the white paper man when he met Jin Jiao, and that spell was also amazing. Does this Taoist priest want to use paper figures to make trouble?

The Taoist priest tore out a paper man, lifted the red pen, dipped it in cinnabar, drew a few strokes on the paper man, dotted a little on the paper, put it on the ground, and blew on the paper man, the paper man did not become a person as Han Yiming thought, but floated up and floated into the woods. It turned out that this Taoist priest used the paper man to go in and take a look, and Han Yiming was also quite attentive to the woods, so he also looked at it carefully. The paper man floated into the bushes and disappeared, and the Taoist priest and the two of them waited for a while, but they didn't see the paper man come out or there was anything abnormal, they all knew that the paper man had entered the bushes, and it was like a mud cow entering the sea. The Taoist priest was not discouraged, took another piece of yellow paper, and still made a paper figure and sent it into the bushes.

After several times, there was no response, Han Yiming and Shen Ruofu glanced at each other, and the two of them also wanted to see what this Taoist priest could find out, so they also waited patiently. The Taoist priest ran out of several pieces of yellow paper, but there was still no response, knowing that although this Taoist priest had Taoism, he only had it, and it was still not enough to go in and cast spells. The Taoist priest was not discouraged, turned around and went to the ground to pull out some grass, tied it up in the local area, and after a while, he actually pricked out a straw man, the size of a palm, although it was far away, Han Yiming could not see it clearly, that was a straw man!

The Taoist priest stretched out his finger and bit it in his mouth, dripping blood on the straw man's body. The spells of Lingshan Han Yiming have only seen a very small part, Han Yiming is convinced that the spells of Lingshan that he has never seen are even more magical, and the spells of those who have disappeared are also extraordinary. But the Lingshan spells are all from self-cultivation, and there are few such things to do, but even so, he knows that he is using his own aura to strengthen the mana of this straw man.

I don't know how many drops of blood he dripped on the straw man, and the Taoist priest withdrew his hand, pinched the trick on his chest with one hand, and circled in the air with the other. Neither of them said a word here, and it was up to him to see what he did. I don't know how many circles he made, and suddenly pointed to the straw man, the straw man slowly straightened up, and the Taoist priest pointed to the bush again, and the straw man moved towards the bush. The straw man was not slow to go, and in a moment he had moved to the edge of the bush, but when he reached the bush, he stood still.

The Taoist priest muttered to himself: "Can't even get in here?" Han Yiming knew that he also really wanted to see what was in the bushes, but unfortunately, his paper figure would be like no follow-up when he entered, but the straw man couldn't get in. That Taoist priest is also an old man, and instead of going directly into the bushes like Han Yiming and Shen Ruofu did during the day, he walked around outside, not daring to set foot easily. It can be seen that he is not really a god who eats mixed rice as he appears during the day. But as far as his way is concerned, he is afraid that he will not dare to go into the bushes.

The Taoist priest turned around twice, but finally didn't dare to enter easily. The two of them here also knew that he couldn't go in, so his Taoism would not be better than that of the people in Lingshan. Just as he was thinking about it, the Taoist priest stepped forward, picked up the straw man, walked to the other side to put it down, and said to himself, "I can only use you once." Otherwise, my old face will be lost. The implication of his words was that he could not go into the bushes, and that he would use this straw man to pretend to be a ghost. Han Yiming and Shen Ruofu glanced at each other, and they both smiled slightly, seeing how he did it. This kind of thing, under the nose, will not be messed up. The Taoist priest put the straw man on the ground, closed his eyes and calmed his mind, not knowing what to do. Han Yiming was guessing, when suddenly Shen Ruofu pulled his sleeve and pointed forward.

A hand stretched out from the grass on the far side, reached out to the straw man, grabbed the straw man, and retracted it. This was really an accident, where such a hand was born, the Taoist priest was still unaware, I don't know if he was too engrossed, or his mind was completely absent, so he let the straw man be caught by that hand. Han Yiming glanced at Shen Ruofu, only to see a slight smile on the corner of Shen Ruofu's mouth, and suddenly understood that that hand was not a miracle, it was the hand of Qingzhubiao. Qingzhubiao was very indifferent to this Taoist priest during the day, and when he saw him acting strangely, of course he was not polite.

Before he could laugh here, Han Yiming had already felt a heavy pressure on his body, and looked at the bushes, the originally dark bushes had a more murderous aura unconsciously, and it was still extremely dark, but the slightest restlessness escaped from it, Han Yiming only felt that a coercion in front of him was approaching, so that people couldn't speak, couldn't act, and even breathed cautiously. The Taoist priest was so clever that he naturally noticed this abnormality, and he had already pulled out his legs and slipped away, and his Taoist robe fluttered, and it disappeared after a while.

What is entrenched here is really not something that the people of Lingshan can afford to provoke, and everyone remembers the scene of slaying the dragon. Han Yiming and Shen Ruofu glanced at each other, this was really not something they could do, it was not that they didn't want to help, but they didn't know how to help? Both of them breathed, and Shen Ruo replied: "This is really not something we can afford to provoke, let's go." Han Yiming said: "Well, then we will leave early tomorrow morning." It's really not good to bother here anymore, it's better to leave early!" The two turned around and walked a few steps, Han Yiming suddenly felt a bang in his ears, and a sharp cry pierced into his brain.

Han Yiming stood up suddenly, this cry was so familiar. He had heard the cry of a child who was so sad that he had heard it more than once. Shen Ruofu turned his head: "Senior brother, let's ......" but he immediately stopped talking. No matter how carefully Han Yiming listened, where could he still hear it? The cry was like the sound of the wind, fleeting, but he could not hear it more clearly. Suddenly he understood a lot of things, and turned his head to look into the dark bushes. Shen Ruofu said: "Senior brother, what's wrong?" Han Yiming said: "Little girl, I know where the little girl is." It's right here. Uncle Master hid it here!" Shen Ruofu was taken aback: "My master hid the little girl here?" Han Yiming said: "Yes, there is no other way to solve it." I have always wondered why the Venerable is the ruthless leader and has no mercy for the White Dragon Jin Jiao, so why he did not pursue the little obedient to the end, and let it disappear like this. At this time, I knew, the little girl was here. It's a wonderful place, and no one thought that the little boy would be here. Shen Ruofu said: "Lingwu is also a supernatural beast, why doesn't the Venerable have ......" Han Yiming said: "There must be a reason for this." The spirit core is also a supernatural body, presumably it has something to do with her, but we don't know, hasn't the spirit been with the spirit core all the way, maybe because of the spirit core, its aura is not detected by the Venerable. Shen Ruofu said: "Yes, junior brother, do you want to ......" Both of them did not speak, they looked at each other, knowing what the other party thought, and they understood it very well in their hearts.

After a pause, Shen Ruofu said, "Do you think it's feasible?" Han Yiming was a little unsure, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't know." Why this dragon is here, we don't know anything, the master sent the little boy here, it is indeed a good way to protect the little guy. But I don't know if we can have the ability of Master Bo to save the little girl. Shen Ruofu said: "Senior brother, this is still a later story, let me ask you, even if you rescue the little boy and take it with you, His Holiness will come to the door, let's ...... How do we deal with it? I don't think we have the cultivation and Taoism of our teachers and elders to be able to compete with His Holiness. Han Yiming was silent, this is also what he thought, with the little girl by his side, the Venerable will come to the door sooner or later, they really can't fight against the Venerable. But just let the little boy stay here? One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, how can two dragons be accommodated here?

The two stood on the spot and thought about it, but they had no choice but to come back in frustration. Walking to the door of the old man's house, and entering the fence outside, both of them stopped their steps, Han Yiming sat down along the root of the wall, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, you go to rest earlier, I will sit here for a while, I really can't sleep." Shen Ruofu looked at him, paused, and went into the hall. Han Yiming sat outside the door, looking up at the sky, there were not many stars in the sky, and the moonlight was also very cold. How long will it take to find the traces of the ancestor? How can Beizun find it? Han Yiming's heart is completely bottomless. Reached out and took out the secretary in his arms, held it in his hand, fixed his mind, lit the candle flame of the Brahman, and gently opened a page.