Chapter 52: Black Dog Blood

Jingxian remembered a county leader who often came to seek Buddha, this county leader wore a mask and sunglasses every time he came, and only followed a woman in her thirties. The woman was fair-skinned and dressed in formal clothes, and spoke softly, and had a very good temperament, like his secretary, but more like his wife in her actions or in her actions or in her care of him.

Kyunghyun never asked what it was, he knew it would be annoying. Every time he came to ask for the Buddha, he asked Jingxian to invite the little living Buddha to another room. There was only the woman, the little living Buddha, Jingxian and him in the room. Originally, he just wanted to communicate with the little living Buddha, but the little living Buddha's expression ability was too poor.

He was unable to communicate with the little living Buddha, and only through Jing Xian's translation could he get a reasonable explanation. So Jingxian knew all the problems of this county leader to seek Buddha. This made Jingxian feel creepy, officialdom is so complicated, in the past, it was said that "three years of Qing Governor's Mansion, 100,000 snowflakes of silver", and now there are more than 100,000 officials.

The sea is deep, and the career is sinister, so that Jingxian heard and saw it, and couldn't help but gasp.

Every time the county leader came, he dressed casually, and did not buy any gifts and offerings, and every time he finished praying to the Buddha, the woman who looked like a female secretary behind him called him aside, and his tone was full of gentleness, but the words he spoke were cold; After speaking, he took out three hundred or five hundred money from his delicate small satchel and stuffed it to Jingxian. Of course, Jingxian understands that this kind of person can't be provoked, and this woman can't be provoked.

After coming a lot, he naturally became familiar with it, and the man sometimes told him that even if he had something to do, at least he would take up some space in Jincheng County. Respectful and submissive, nodding yes. The woman handed Jingxian a gilded business card and asked him to contact him.

In fact, Jingxian also understands that illness is not hidden, and disasters are not concealed from Buddha. The man told the little living Buddha to listen, which was equivalent to letting Jingxian know about him. Therefore, how dare he take those who know it lightly? He can only be a cronie. But he also understands that with the power of others, it is as easy to kill him as it is to kill a worm.

Jingxian didn't dare to talk to the county leader in a blackmailing tone, or with the idea of Deshun to blackmail Xiangyi, but he respectfully told the leader about his thoughts and the tone of talking to Xiangyi on the phone, hoping to help.

The leader only answered on the other end of the phone, and did not say yes or no. Kyunghyun had no choice but to put down the phone.

At this time, Xiangyi hated Jingxian to the core, because he heard that the ugly thing was said by Jingxian. Okay, you're a Jingxian, you're not a thing! Ride a donkey and read the record book, and we'll see. He knew that Jingxian would not be reconciled, and would come to the place where the temple was broken, and the man Xiuqin.

Since both of you want to fight for that piece of land, why don't you get more people to fight for it?

He has been thinking about how to make Jingxian honest these days, and he also wants to cure Jingxian with his anger. It's just that he doesn't think too maturely, and he doesn't have a big grasp, and he doesn't dare to act rashly. He has his experience. Sometimes you don't die when you hit a snake, but you get hurt by a snake.

Wangcai came back, leading the Dao Master of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone. Wangcai arranged the Taoist chief and came to me. When he entered the door, he said, "Yong, what did that woman say about getting married?"

I washed my feet quietly, pretending not to understand Wangcai's words and interrupted: "Oh, I'm tired now, my legs are tired, and I can't bend my waist." Wangcai, hand me the towel!"

Wangcai hurriedly ran over and got a towel for me. While wiping my feet, I said, "I don't know if this fan is windy, tired, and painful!"

"Okay, brother will rub your shoulders for you, hurry up!" Wangcai saw that I was holding a shelf, so he hurried to offer his courtesy.

I laughed and said, "Well, it's pretty much the same, it's like a brother." ”

"You have this thing, I think, well, how can you say it?......" I frowned, and I looked like I wanted to say it.

Wangcai was in a hurry, scratched his ears and cheeks, and stomped his feet: "What do you say!"

"Don't say it, I can't bear it, let's say it, I'm afraid of hitting you and putting me in a dilemma!"

"You mean that the widow is dead, there is no hope!" Wangcai was a little discouraged.

I hurriedly said, "No, I mean, how can such a good flower be inserted in cow dung, it's so unreasonable!"

"Cut, why am I cow dung? So people agreed?" Wangcai's eyes glowed green again.

"Look at your lack of energy, you haven't left the topic of kissing since you entered the door, what about the wine?"

"Hehe, wine is naturally indispensable, isn't my brother thirsty? Wangcai took out two bottles of wine and cold dishes from his rhubarb pocket.

I sighed deliberately and said, "I saw it earlier, heavy color and light friends, alas, I made a bad friend by mistake!"

"Your business, you should not leave ten! The next step depends on your performance, I will give you too much effort, if you can't do it again, I can't help you!" I said again.

"Well, well, I know, Da Bai Tao also told me, they all help a lot, I will work hard!" Wangcai said busily.

I asked the old Taoist when he could exorcise ghosts and catch ghosts, and Wangcai said, "Just these two days, you have to prepare some magic weapons and other things, and you can do it when you get it ready!"

"Is there anything else I can do to help? We'll do our best to help!" I said.

"Then you can help find some black dog blood, but the dog can't have miscellaneous hair, it must be all black, and you don't need to kill the dog when taking blood, just cut a small hole on the black dog's leg and drop a small bowl of blood. Wangcai said.

I don't quite understand why Taoist priests have to use black dog blood, but yellow dogs and white dogs can't? I only know that people often scold very bad TV dramas, or the plot of novels is called dog blood plots, so every time I write a novel, I think about it several times before I dare to do it, for fear that people will scold me for writing a bloody drama. But how can you still subdue demons and exorcise demons?

That's what Wangcai told me. The dog is the animal of the sun, and the twelve earthly branches and five elements corresponding to the dog are the earth, which is also the yang soil. Therefore, the congenital yang of the black dog is the purest, and the yang is the yin, and since ancient times, the Taoist priests have taken the blood of the black dog to drive away evil spirits and cure demons.

Another reason is that Yojiro's Howling Sky Dog is a black dog. It contains the innate supreme yang qi. The black dogs in the mortal world are all its close relatives, so the black dog blood is a bit domineering, such as the monster who does not have a thousand-year-old Dao cultivation does not want to get close.

Later, Wangcai also told me a story about a family that had a black dog in the past. One day, the child in the family was sick, and the black dog inexplicably went up to the roof for a day, and the family thought that the child's illness was caused by the black dog on the roof, so they beat the dog to death. As a result, the black dog died, and the child also died.

Later, it was said that this child turned out to be Wenqu Xing, and the black dog had spirituality, and he went to the roof to suppress the Nether Star Monarch's Lingtai, so that the heavenly realm could not find him.

I don't know if what Wangcai said is true or not, I was stunned for a while.

The next day, I followed the will of Wangcai and searched all over the village for black dogs with no hair.

A chilling and terrifying battle between humans and ghosts began.