There was a shrine in the empty yurt, but there was no god on the altar, but more than a dozen two-inch wooden coffins were enshrined. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Affixed to the coffin were soul-locking talismans full of runes. If the dust memory is okay, this is the way to raise a little ghost. Lichen walked in, but no one came out. The scene is very strange.

"Why do the Mongols also use the methods of the Han people to raise ghosts." It's very strange to be dusty. I don't think it's at all like the practices of Mongolian shamans or Yellow lamas.

Time is limited, and the dust is not to be distinguished, and with a wave of his sleeves, he moved the divine case out of the yurt. Starlight would immediately help find the soul of the dead baby she was looking for in so many small coffins.

The starlight fell, but there was no soul of the dead baby that the dust was looking for. Lichen's face immediately became ugly. Secretly: "Does God really want to bear such a debt by himself"?

"Don't let me find out who is making trouble, I will never let him go!" The dust is angry and anxious, and the morning star of the East has shone in the sky. But I don't have a clue. In a fit of rage, he threw five thunderbolts on the yurt.

A "boom" sounded, and the sound shook for ten miles. The yurt was blown to pieces in the blink of an eye. Lichen turned his eyes to his "work". Suddenly, his face changed and he shouted, "Where to go?" Immediately after that, the figure disappeared in place, but it appeared in an instant dozens of meters away, and he also grabbed a dry old Mongolian man in his hand. I saw that the old man was wearing a dirty Mongolian robe, and his hair seemed to have never been straightened and scattered. It was very embarrassing to be caught by the dust in his hands.

"Tell me, you have hidden the souls of the three dead babies. Speaking of which, it doesn't get in my way if you raise a little ghost to damage your own yin morality, and I don't bother to care about you, you want to provoke me. That lost soul can't be a ghost, who told you to do it? "Dust it, the old man threw it to the ground. asked in a slow tone.

"!###¥%......" The old man spoke Mongolian native language, and Lichen naturally couldn't understand it. Seeing that the old man looked like he couldn't communicate, he sighed and smiled: "Since you can't understand what I said, I can't understand what you say." You can only search for souls. If the soul is damaged, in this life, in the next life, in the next life, in the next life, and forever, if you become an idiot, you can't blame me. After finishing speaking, he grabbed the old man again, and his hand was about to press the top of the old man's head. The old man's face turned white when he boarded, and he shouted desperately: "Don't, don't do it, I said, I said it's not okay?" The old man looked so frightened that he was about to cry.

"Say it! What's going on? You raise little ghosts using the methods of southern Middle-earth, you say you don't understand Chinese, who are you fooling? Lichen saw the old man's crying and mournful face, and said with a smile.

After hearing this, the old man's face was as dead as ashes, and he sighed and said, "It's really greedy, greedy." After speaking, he took out a soul lock talisman from his arms. Lichen took it in his hand and swept his senses, immediately put his heart down, and then stood aside and listened to the old man pretending to be pitiful and telling a story.

It turned out that the old man was not a Mongolian, but an authentic Han Chinese, and when he was young, he was apprenticed to an old mage in his hometown. Then the old mage died. He began to run around the rivers and lakes, wide and wide, poor and poor. But for a while, the luck was bad, the practice was lost, and people were killed, and seeing that the government was going to take people, there was no way to force it, so I had to run to this pass to avoid trouble. Fortunately, he can also order small spells, and there will be a lot of other tricks. Soon it became a big deal in Mongolia. Unexpectedly, he was retaliated by the shaman, and he was ready to kill him. Fortunately, he was still alert and ran away overnight. Then he has been wandering the grasslands, occasionally picking up a small business. In order to prevent horse thieves on the grassland, he raised some imps to scare people. So he gradually became famous, and there was no trouble for him who didn't open his eyes. Until the other day several Mongols found him. Take out a magic weapon of baby bones and ask for help to extract some souls from it. Although the old man felt strange, he couldn't push the money out when he had a business. So he took out a soul and two souls from it as he said, and the Mongols only saw a little green smoke being sucked out, and left without arguing how much gold was left. And the soul that was extracted was left here. The old man didn't know if the Mongols wanted these lost souls. That's why I've always been with me. And today the dust is flying from outside. Scared the old man. thought that the master of the Tao came to him to trouble the demon and defend the way. So I put a concealment charm on it at that time. Hiding in a hole in the ground.

Lichen secretly thought: "It must be the calculation that the shaman has, knowing that he may be invincible, just in case he has to make himself feel bad, the guy is already dead and can't die anymore, otherwise he will have to guard against a poisonous snake all day long."

"Take a look at the Concealment Charm you used." Lichen was a little curious. The Concealment Charm that can evade one's own divine consciousness is not ordinary. The old man had no choice but to shudder and take out half of the talisman. Lichen was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why is it only half a sheet?" The old man replied with a sad face: "It was originally a whole sheet, but it was cut in half by your thunderfire." "Speechless, some sympathizers are old men, can be unlucky to be like this, is it the consequence of not accumulating yin virtue?

Lichen picked up the talisman and looked at it carefully, the technique was the authentic technique of Xuanmen, and the style was simple, Lichen had never seen it. I didn't see anything after watching it for a long time. I had to put it aside first. He looked at the old man and thought to himself, "I can't stay on the grassland all year round." Wait for the Taoist temple to be on the right track. This old man can order the spell of the three-legged cat, and he is a good candidate for the agent of the Taoist temple. But before that, we have to be honest." Thinking of this, he grabbed the old man, and without speaking, he flew up into the air and flew towards the mountain from which he came. When he reached the top of the hill, the old man was so frightened that he was dying. He threw it on the grass and compared it to his neck with a peachwood sword, as if he was considering where to start. It scared the old man so much that he peed out. The one who cries straight is called a heartbreak. Tears and snot came down together. It's like he's going to die. I couldn't laugh or cry when I saw it. Seeing that the old man was really scared, he said slowly: "It's okay if you don't want to die." I am going to build a Taoist temple here, and there is no Taoist priest to preside over it. I think you're a good fit. I don't know if you'd like to? The old man thought that his death time had come, but he suddenly heard such a news, and he could get a Taoist temple for nothing. Immediately rejoiced: "Yes, willing." Lichen looked at the old man, who still didn't know his ghost idea, and said lightly: "Don't be too happy." I have the condition. The old man nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes." You say what you say! ”

"This temple is not for you. Rather, it is a sub-view of our Xuanguang view of Qingcheng Mountain. It's just that you can take care of it, and it's not good to get it wrong. In addition, there are a few rules: First, you must not raise little ghosts in the future. The door is quiet, and it is not allowed to make a miasma. The second is that you want to enter my Xuanguang Guan and count as an outer disciple. The third is that I will build a spiritual infant hall in the Taoist temple and hand it over to you. You are responsible for giving them daily prayers. Wait until their resentment is dissipated and they enter reincarnation. Remember that there should be no less than 30 verses per day, and you should read them yourself. One less word I can know. When the time comes, you will know what it means to regret not being in the first place." The dust paused. The old man was not happy: "Thirty articles, can there be less?" Lichen said with a sinking face: "At this time, accumulate some yin virtue for yourself, and see what you have become unlucky." Not afraid of going to the oil pot after death? The old man didn't dare to speak. After all, Lichen has a point. Lichen continued: "Fifth, you must not deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors. Even if you don't enter the entrance wall, you are just an outer disciple. Sixth, we must not make evil ways. To let me know. I'll personally send you to the Yin Si Knife Mountain! Lichen said. The old man's face was pale, he really believed that Chen had the ability to send himself to the sword mountain of the hell of the underworld. "Sixth, you must meditate and practice every day, read through the Taoist scriptures, and not slack off. I'll spot check. Seventh, you must not collect money, what do you want so many things outside your body for? It defiled the heart of the Dao in vain. Eighth. In the future, you will carry forward the Taoism on the grassland and relieve the people. If you do a good job in the above, I will take you back to the mountain in ten years and pass on your true method of cultivating immortals."

After hearing the last sentence, the old man's body trembled with excitement. With the last one, what can't be done. Immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to thank you. Lichen smiled and said, "Whether you can get the cultivation method or not, it depends on your own efforts." The old man hurriedly expressed his determination and said, "Disciple, I must do it."

The dust is noncommittal. Stand on the top of the mountain and watch the fiery red glow before sunrise. He took out a folded paper crane and threw it out. The crane transforms into a white dove in mid-air. Flapping his wings, he flew across the lake. The old man was dizzy and yearning for it.