Chapter 64: Dead?

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The injury this time was very serious, it was an experience that Zhang Jue had never felt before, and creating a 'demon subduing' counterattack was equivalent to that blow of heavenly thunder, and the power was halved and slashed on Zhang Jue's body.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would be completely dead by this time. But Zhang Jue relied on the merits in the dantian to save his life for the time being and repair some injuries. But it is precisely because of this that the merit points that have been accumulated with great difficulty to the size of a grain of rice have suddenly shrunk by half.

Zhang Jue was furious, this time he really responded to the sentence of fighting geese all day long, but he was pecked blind by geese. A little evil Taoist priest actually allowed himself to be so seriously injured, he was aggrieved by the loss, he was wronged by the loss, and the anger of the loss rose.

When he went to the Buddhist supplies store, Zhang Jue bought some yellow paper and incense wax, half a piece of knife head meat, and some plastic tributes, and then took the car again to the wilderness.

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "Han Baiyu? You run to the ends of the earth, and you can't escape the palm of my hand. ”

With that, start setting up your tools right away.

At the other end of Jiangbei City, Han Baiyu was like a lost dog, holding the kimchi jar in his arms, and running among the barren mountains with a hurried face.

"If this revenge is not avenged, Lao Tzu will not be a man. The patriarch said, if you escape this catastrophe, I will crush your bones and scatter ashes. Hum. ”

Cursing, Han Baiyu stopped suddenly, threw the kimchi jar to the ground, and shouted angrily: "Disperse it all for Lao Tzu." Damn, wasting so many souls. It's a pity, these seven people missed the Yin Official, I'm afraid they are going to become lonely ghosts, alas, it's a pity, it's a pity. ”

Looking at the soul that flew out blankly and then floated away with the wind, Han Baiyu's heart ached. I planned for a long time, waited for two days, and paid such a big price to catch these seven living souls, but I could only watch them turn into lonely souls and wild ghosts, and there was no use for them, and it was really uncomfortable.

Burying the fragments of the jar on the spot, Han Baiyu gritted his teeth and continued to run towards the mountains. He knew that the kid of the Patriarch Dao was about to come to him, and he had to act quickly.

After a while, Han Baiyu came to an open place with an extremely gloomy atmosphere, and ghostly fires flashed everywhere. The local people didn't know what this place was, but Han Baiyu knew. During the Anti-Japanese War, a detachment of little devils was blocked in this mountain col, and a mortar was wiped out in an instant.

The Eighth Route Army was too lazy to move their corpses, but it was not good for them to be violent in the wilderness for humanitarianism, so they simply dug a pit on the spot and buried them all, forming a mass grave.

But I didn't expect that this mountain col is not connected from east to west, north and south, and there is no sun all day long, and the yin qi is extremely heavy. Burying so many dead people, the yin qi is even worse, and after so many years, it is almost about to form a powerful ghost.

Han Baiyu stumbled upon this place, pocketed all the ghosts, and left a hole in one of the tomb buns, which was used as his base camp, and he usually raised ghosts here. At the same time, this is the last of his three cunning rabbit holes. Only when he is cornered will he come here to survive.

"Damn, the ancestor said, Lao Tzu and you don't share the sky."

Yang Tian roared angrily, Han Baiyu took out three sticks of incense from his arms and stood in front of a tomb bag, placed offerings, lit a cigarette, knelt on the tomb bag and kowtowed three times. After the three heads were kowtowed, his expression changed, he became a little delirious, and muttered to himself: "Han Baiyu, you died so miserably." But the sky will not kill you, next spring will bloom, you will come back to life. ”

His words and actions are terrifying, and he is actually remembering himself in front of the grave.

After that, Han Baiyu learned about it and went into a hole next to the grave. There was a coffin under the bag, and he lay down in it.

I closed my eyes, and my breathing slowly grew long, and gradually began to become vague, and finally, there was no breathing anymore.

The three incense sticks outside the tomb were burned out, and Han Baiyu's body lying in the coffin was already cold......

At the other end, Zhang Jue set up the offerings on the table, lit a piece of yellow paper and sprinkled it in the sky, and shouted at Xingchenlang: "When Zhang Jue, a disciple of the Patriarch Dao, first arrived in your land, the father-in-law of the land, the gods of wealth from all sides, and the spiritual official Xingjun quickly came to help. The stars are moving, and the hexagram is emerging. ”

With that, a gust of wind suddenly rose on the flat ground.

There was an upside-down porcelain bowl on the table, and a chopstick was placed on the wrist.

At the same time, dark clouds also rose in the sky, and the stars in the sky were suddenly covered by a few in a regular manner, and a few more were released. Looking up, the stars in the night sky were actually pieced together into a hexagram.

Zhang Jue knelt on the ground and drew a circle on the ground with his shining index finger, and wrote three words in the circle - Han Baiyu.

shouted: "Just ask for one thing, find someone!" ”

After that, he quickly stood up and stared at the spinning chopsticks on the bowl. But something strange happened, but I saw that the chopsticks were turning faster and faster, and they didn't stop at all.

'簌簌簌'

The sound of breaking the air kept ringing, Zhang Jue's eyes widened in confusion, and then the sound of breaking the air disappeared, and Zhang Jue exclaimed: "Can't find it?" ”

But I saw that the chopsticks on the bowl no longer rotated, as if they were blown by the wind, and then stood firmly at the bottom of the bowl. One head to the sky, the other to the ground.

Rao is Zhang Jue has seen a big scene, and he couldn't help but exclaim at this time. These chopsticks act as a compass and point to directions. But who has ever seen the hands of a compass stand up?

Zhang Jue frowned, could it be that Han Baiyu said a fake name? And this thought was dispelled after just a turn, this could not happen at all, Han Baiyu could dodge his own killing move Zhang Jue believed, but the Ancestor Dao's peerless soul dementorship directly acted on the soul, and it was pervasive, unless he was a living immortal, there was no possibility of resistance.

"It's impossible, how can you not find it? The great hexagram of the Patriarch Dao is considered to be a last resort, how can it not even be counted as an evil Taoist? Even the Heavenly Master Dao only knows how to square an inch of Xiaoyan, and Xiaoyan alone can calculate everything in the world, and I am a big Yan. How can it not be calculated? ”

Zhang Jue was anxious and frightened, standing in front of the offering table, he couldn't stop scratching his ears and cheeks, completely stunned.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, maybe Han Baiyu had some treasure that shielded the heavens, and it didn't work to calculate the direction, but he could try to calculate his eight characters. Deduce the place he is going from the eight characters.

Squatted down, erased the three words 'Han Baiyu' in the circle, and then wrote 'Han Baiyu' again: "The disciples of the Patriarch Dao ask for help from all the ghosts and gods, the fateful star monarch, and count the eight characters of Han Baiyu's life." ”

After that, Zhang Jue closed his eyes and stood straight, facing the starry sky.

After a while, Zhang Jue broke open his eyes, with a look of shock in his eyes, and exclaimed:

"Died on February 18? Just died today? No way! ”

Zhang Jue's eyes widened, can dead people still walk around? Can a dead man go to great lengths to collect imps? This information is too terrifying, so that Zhang Jue, a disciple of the Patriarch Dao, is dumbfounded, so who is he fighting with all night? With a dead man? Spread out and laugh off the big teeth, the fantasy can't be any more fantastic.

But...... The hexagram clearly shows that he is dead today. Could it be that after he escaped from his hands, he had another car accident? Suffered again? Running out of fate?

This will not be, if he has a sign of death today, how can he hide his left eye?

Zhang Jue was puzzled, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think of what the reason was. A hundred meters away, there were several cars parked, including policemen and Secretary Li, all of whom were sent to follow Zhang Jue for fear that something would happen to him. At this time, these people widened their eyes and looked at Zhang Jue who was scratching his ears and cheeks around the offering table in the distance, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Although I didn't understand what he was doing, I clearly felt the strange atmosphere, and my heart began to grow a little hairy. How can the chopsticks on the bowl turn on their own? Will it stand up on its own? Does this make sense? Violating Newton's gravitational pull.

Zhang Jue had already known that they were coming up, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it at all, at this time, he was even more shocked than seeing that there were really immortals descending to earth.

can only blame Zhang Jue for not being deeply involved in the world, and he has not been in contact with the real rivers and lakes, but as long as Zhang Jue has heard some techniques, he will know that Han Baiyu used a trick to hide from the world.

Thousands of years ago, Jiang Ziya used this trick to dig a pit to bury himself, so that the hexagram master could not calculate his location, and only came to one conclusion - dead.

Thousands of years later, Han Baiyu also used the trick of hiding from the sky and crossing the sea, went into the grave, kowtowed to himself, and said condolences. got the effect of 'temporary death, shielding the heavens', concealed Zhang Jue, and made him only come to one conclusion - dead.

This time in the wrestling, Han Baiyu won. He is a wild man, self-taught, a real man in the rivers and lakes, and he is not proficient in learning.

Zhang Jue lost because he was an academic and specialized, but not much......

However, if it wasn't a last resort, how could Han Baiyu use this trick? Fake death is also death, and with such a death, his life was reduced by ten years on the spot. If there was a choice, how could he dare to use this trick? And Zhang Jue is temporarily losing, and he can't find Han Baiyu for a year at most. In the long run, it was Zhang Jue who won......