A gust of mountain wind blew, the incense sticks in the copper basin shook, the incense candles shook for a while, and the yellow table paper fluttered and rattled.

If someone who doesn't know passes by, they will probably be taken aback.

Lao Mo looked at the scene of the Dharma like a farce, and his heart twitched, thinking that if he could suppress those ghosts below, I am afraid that he would be even sharper than the mouth of Zhuge Liang, who was fighting Confucianism.

Although he knew that it was very unreliable, Old Mo Si thought about it carefully and decided to salute first and then soldier.

At this time, Lao Mo was sitting cross-legged on the Dharma platform built on a wooden board, as if the cold wind blowing could not cause him a little trouble.

But in fact, Lao Mo's mind was not on cultivation at all, and he was constantly thinking about ways to break the game.

But until late at night, Lao Mo still had no clue.

Lao Mo suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes shot out with a bright light, and then he floated down and jumped off the Dharma platform, which was more than one meter high in total, so as soon as Lao Mo jumped down, there was no sound.

After jumping off the platform, Lao Mo ate a few mouthfuls of dry food and poured a few mouthfuls of cold water, no way, you can't touch the meat before doing the thing, and you can't drink the wine.

When Lao Mo finished eating, the time was almost up, and I don't know when it started, and the situation in the sky changed abruptly.

Originally, the sky had cleared, not to mention that there were no clouds, but when Lao Mo closed his eyes and cultivated, the sky was overcast, and rolling dark clouds gathered from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the dark clouds around him gathered together on the top of the bottomless pit, and the sky was blood-red, oppressive and breathless.

Even if Lao Mo's brain is not good, looking at this situation, he also knows that things are not good, I am afraid that the ghost will wake up at hand.

At this time, the aura around him was also very depressed, and the silent sense of urgency was like an invisible hand, tightly pinching Lao Mo's throat, making him breathless.

The concentration of yin qi in the air was constantly deepening, and Lao Mo could feel that the source of yin qi was the bottomless pit in front of him.

Lao Mo hadn't carefully observed this big pit, and at this time, he didn't care about palpitations, so he hurriedly ran to the edge of the pit to observe.

The edge of this pit is quite large, and it seems that it should be when Hou Tumanshan and others were stationed here, in order to facilitate the throwing of lizard monsters down, so the edge of the pit was enlarged.

If you look closely, the tunnel under this pit is much narrower, which can accommodate one person to walk back and forth, but it definitely can't accommodate two people in parallel, but even if it can accommodate one person to go down, they can't go down Houtuman Mountain.

If it weren't for the fact that time was quite short, and his injuries were also serious, Lao Mo really thought about going down to have a look.

At this time, a sudden gust of yin wind blew up from the bottomless pit, and in this gust of yin wind, Lao Mo sensed a burst of death breath from it, as if there was a netherworld underneath this hole.

Not only is the air of death pervasive, but the resentment in the yin wind is even more amazing, and it is hard for Lao Mo to imagine that there will be such a strong resentment in the world.

Moreover, after the gloomy wind, bursts of ghost howls came out of the mouth of the cave, and the sound was quite long, but when people heard it, they had a feeling of a cool breeze coming from their backs.

When Lao Mo heard the sound of ghosts crying and howling, he knew that his time was running out, and if he didn't hurry up, these ghosts would soon reappear in time.

Therefore, Lao Mo didn't dare to delay any longer, and as soon as he turned around, he jumped back to the Dharma platform.

Originally, the first step of the Dharma was called the opening of the altar, and the first step of the Dharma was this, regardless of whether it was the Yin Dharma or the Yang Dharma.

However, this step is not something that can be completed by one person, and it needs to be accompanied by a little Taoist boy in front, shaking the copper bell and sprinkling water, but unfortunately, now this step is only completed by Lao Mo himself.

Lao Mo didn't care about the situation, he picked up the copper bell from the long table with his left hand, and shook the copper bell three times in a row.

The brass bell is very crisp and seems to be able to lift people's spirits, in fact, the function of the rattle is to wake up the ghosts who are in a state of confusion.

However, the ghosts below the pit are not so easy to be awakened.

After the copper bell rang three times, Lao Mo put down the copper bell, and then brought a bowl of water from the side, this big bowl was all black, black and pitch black, even the bottom of the bowl, did not reveal the original color of porcelain.

The water in the bowl looks very clear, but in fact it is runic water, but this kind of charm is a sober charm, which is an auxiliary and harmless charm.

Naturally, its function is to awaken the sanity of ghosts.

Lao Mo held the big black bowl in his left hand, and his right hand was like a dragonfly dotting water, and he lit three drops of water from the bowl and threw it into the hole.

Suddenly, a series of explosions sounded in the pit, and the things in the pit seemed to be enraged, and the yin qi even formed a column-shaped yin wind and rushed out of the pit.

Lao Mo's preparation was very sufficient, although the things were not fully prepared, but he had already thought of the contingency measures, so Lao Mo stretched out his hand, directly grabbed a handful of white rice from a small porcelain bowl on the table, and threw it into the deep pit.

These white rice had already been concocted by Lao Mo Shiji, and they had the ability to attract the attention of ghosts, so when the white rice was thrown down, the yin wind formed by the yin qi gathered together suddenly dissipated.

On the contrary, it was a collision, and the sound of scrambling continued.

Lao Mo saw that his life was gradually stopping, so he stretched out his hand, pulled out the three-pillar long incense from the copper basin, and held it in his hand.

Originally, there should have been a Tiko in the rituals, but Lao Mo had nothing but himself on this trip, so these jobs were either saved by him, or he did it himself.

I saw Lao Mo holding three pillars of Changxiang in his hand, his expression was serious, his hands waved, like a crane spreading its wings, and then his hands gathered again, showing respect, Changxiang pressed his eyebrows, looked at each other, and said silently:

Heaven and earth are natural, ten thousand laws are natural, evil qi is returned, and it should also be clear, general outline, and edict

After Lao Mo finished reading, the atmosphere at this time suddenly became weird, and small whirlwinds continued to whirl around the pit.

At the same time, the three pillars of incense on Lao Mo's hand burned out at the same time.

Lao Mo shook his hand, and the incense ash scattered away, and then he turned around again and took an object from the top of the case, which was often three feet, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be a wicker.

Lao Mo held the wicker in his hand, dipped it in some talisman water, and tapped it three times on his palm, and then, Lao Mo took a sip of water by himself but did not swallow it.

Then, Lao Mo spit out a mouthful of water and squirted out in the direction of the deep pit.

At this moment, as if stabbing a hornet's nest, there was a ghostly roar from the pit, and even the earth trembled. To be continued.