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Dao Chang stretched his neck and twisted it a few times before he sat up straight, his eyes didn't dare to look directly at Meng Yi'er, but he looked broadly at the direction they were sitting, and said: "Our right Dao is indeed not good at divination, we can only rely on some magic weapons, roughly know what is happening, and then calculate the general direction of the event. What we are good at is ghost hunting and spiritual healing, and ghost hunting relies on ......"

The Taoist suddenly closed his mouth when he said this, he had realized that he had said nonsense that he shouldn't have said again, and he looked at Meng Qi'er with frightened eyes, for fear that the latter would suddenly rush over and choke his throat.

Fortunately, Meng Nuxia listened very carefully, this is an excellent opportunity to collect materials, the more the Taoist chief said, the happier Meng Li'er became, these contents were not obtained by Meng Li'er after a lot of hard work, and now it is definitely a matter of Meng Nuxia to hear more.

The Taoist chief observed for a few seconds, then put his mind at ease and said: "The spiritual medicine technique has been lost as early as the Ming Dynasty, and ghost hunting is not of much use now, after all, China is now full of people, and the mountains and forests have been destroyed to the point that there is not much left, and the yang energy is so strong that even foxes can't become immortals, and it has become a particularly difficult thing for ordinary ghosts to become powerful ghosts." ”

"Why?" Meng Qi'er opened her mouth to ask the standard question of a curious baby, she was more like a little girl listening to a story at the moment, grabbing the religious knowledge of the Taoist to her heart's content.

"Now it's a society governed by the rule of law, it's not as chaotic as before, and if you have a fire in your heart, you can casually kill people and throw them into the barren mountains and mountains, who can know that there is such a thing. Now it's so strict. There is nowhere to throw the corpses. There are fewer ghosts who die unjustly, and the grievance value is low. Naturally, you can't become a ghost. In ancient times, when there was no science, many phenomena could not be explained. It can be used to fool people, who is so stupid to believe in charlatans now. So there's no point in raising imps. Except for a few people with special needs, no one needs to use ghosts to do things anymore. Even the ghost hunting technique of my right path will be lost! If there is no demand, there will be no supply, and it is absolutely not unreasonable that we cannot become refined after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and we still have to thank the government!"

When He Huan and the three of them heard this, they couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths, and they sneered at Dao Chang.

"What kind of means does the right way rely on the ghost hunting technique?" Meng Li'er picked up her leather book again and began to write and draw on it.

"It's a gold rune and a silver spell. The Taoist chief muttered, "Actually, our right path is not mysterious. The reason why you can't find our information is because the ancestors of the Right Dao have had their own rules for generations, that is, only orphans are accepted, and no people with sound families are accepted, even if their parents die when they become adults, they cannot receive them. Therefore, our right side has never been prosperous. Not only that, but the master also made a rule that it could not be forced to be taught, that is. If the disciples are not willing to learn, we as masters cannot teach either. This leads to the fact that the Right Way is becoming more and more minority, and in the end, it is about to be wiped out. So. Spells that are particularly common to our right path become unknown to everyone. This gold and silver spell is a common charm we use to deal with ghosts. It can be used together or separately. Rune paper varies according to power. It can be divided into five types: purple, gold, yellow, blue, and green, and the mana is decreasing. The Golden Talisman is the supreme talisman paper on our right side, and usually only those with extremely high spiritual power can exert its true power, while the Green Talisman is the practice talisman paper used by apprentices at the beginning. Compared to rune paper, spells are much simpler, and there is only one type in existence - the silver spell. In fact, long before the Ming Dynasty, there was a kind of golden mantra, but it had long been lost, and even my master didn't know what was going on. ”

Meng Qi'er stopped writing and drawing, and continued to ask: "What kind of spiritual medicine is that, and what is it? Is it a spiritual doctor, and why is it lost?"

The Taoist took a sip of tea and said unhurriedly: "This spiritual medicine is said to be to inject one's own spiritual power into the medicine to make a powerful elixir, the user can not only cure incurable diseases, but also obtain the improvement of the flesh ^ body and spirit, just like playing a game and opening a plug-in, you can increase your qualifications as much as you want, and you can have as many cows as you want." A spiritual doctor is a person who knows this kind of spiritual healing technique. Before it was lost, the spiritual doctors of all dynasties were the indispensable right-hand men of the rulers, but the spiritual doctors acted secretively, and there were teachings that required them not to take their fame lightly, so they have been well hidden in the snow. It's a pity that because a spiritual doctor named Jinlu acted too viciously and had a special medicine, the spiritual doctor was once tragically exterminated, and gradually the spiritual medicine was lost. ”

When He Hui heard the word "Jinluo", he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, he squinted his eyes and thought about it carefully, but he couldn't think of where he had heard this name, so he had to skim over and continue to listen to the Taoist.

"According to what you just said, you knew that our accident was due to the hint of the magic weapon, right?" Meng Yi'er asked again.

"Yes, at that time, the Zun Ling Compass was haunted by black gas, and there was blue light flickering, so I calculated that there was something abnormal in Lingshan Cemetery. The Taoist replied truthfully.

"Then why didn't the Spirit Compass give instructions when Uncle Wang had an accident? Uncle Wang definitely wouldn't have died a normal death. Meng Yi'er has taken it her responsibility to find out the cause of Uncle Wang's death.

"Actually, I'm also very strange, when you appeared at the bottom of the mountain just now, the Venerable Spirit Compass also emitted blue light, so I guess one of you is the object it can sense. I don't know the mystery of the Spirit Compass, and before his death, the master entrusted me to send someone to keep an eye on it, saying that if there is an abnormality, it must be calculated clearly, no matter what the disaster, it can be saved. But in the past few decades, only when you were killed recently, the Venerable Spirit Compass reacted, I don't know if it is a person who is destined for the magic weapon. ”

The Dao Chief has already pushed all the questions on the Venerable Spirit Compass, as for the mystery of the Venerable Spirit Compass, he really doesn't know, he doesn't understand, and now he is relaxed, and he doesn't need to tell what the truth is.

Meng Li'er had no doubts, He Huan and the three of them were grateful to the aisleman, and unceremoniously stayed to eat a meal of wild game, exchanged names, cars and contact information with each other, and finally left Bainiuguan.

"He Huan, do you know where your hometown is?" The Taoist chief stood under a towering ancient tree, squinting at He Huan, who was about to drive away, and there was a bit of kindness in his eyes.

That's where he has been puzzled since he was a child, but he didn't get an answer in the end. He Huan hurriedly rolled down the window and asked the Taoist, "Where is my hometown?"

He Huan's eagerness probably stems from the deep yearning for roots in human hearts.

The Taoist chief waved his hand, smiled and said, "Go, let's go!

"Youshui Village?" He Huan lowered his head and muttered for a while, and wanted to ask again when he arrived, but saw that the Taoist had already walked away with his hands behind his back. (To be continued.) )