86_86322A round of red sun slowly climbed up from the east, and the morning sun pierced through the night, announcing the arrival of the morning light. At this time, the darkness faded, and the dawn rose again, and it was indeed dawn.

Four human lives disappeared in this disaster, and when they met the god of defeat and the god of death, they met the king of Hades. Of the five, I survived, but I wasn't optimistic, and somehow, I always felt heavy in my heart. Perhaps, I will finally go to the underworld like the four guards of the Lei family?

It wasn't long before dawn that I woke up, and the fool was still sleeping, and no matter how much I shook him, he wouldn't wake up, and he slept like a pig.

It's daytime, and the little chubby paper is gone, but it's certain that he's hiding in the body of a confused man, and it's supposed to be something that can hold him, just like an umbrella can live in ghosts.

Push open the door and walk out, this place is about a relatively shabby geographical location in the village, when I opened the door, a bald middle-aged man from the Mediterranean saw me from afar, looked at each other for a few minutes, he suddenly shook, the little poor hair, as exaggerated as in the movie, the bald man stared at a scream higher than the singer's decibels: "Hell, ......" and then fled in a hurry.

"I'm not a ghost, I'm a mage," I explained breathlessly after catching up with the bald man, and then omitted a part of what had happened, and said something about it. Then the charm in his pocket made him believe me.

"It turns out that Mr. is from Meishan!" The bald man bared a mouthful of big yellow teeth and breathed a sigh of relief.

The Meishan people in the mouth of the bald man do not refer to the people of a certain region, but to the mages who practice the "Meishan Method". There are many ethnic minorities in Guangxi, among which there are many inheritors of the folk lineage who practice in these mountains, and the Meishan Shigong Church of the Zhuang nationality is the most famous. Those who practice the Meishan method are generally replaced by the local people as Meishan people. The Meishan Sect has a very unique way of accepting disciples, singing witch ballads, dancing god dances, going up to the knife mountain, and receiving tokens, which is the closest vein to the witch family in the folk lineage.

"Sort of." I didn't spend too much time explaining that for many people, Dharma and Taoism may be one, and Mages and Taoists are all Taoists, and everyone calls Mr. Taoist, and it is impossible to have too deep understanding of this industry.

The bald man's surname is Chen, and I am from my own family, and he told me that the place I strayed into last night was the most famous ghost nest in Fengyang Town, also called the Broken Soul House, and none of the people who walked into this house could come out, and they were all cut off by the King of Yama. According to the older generation, there was a great war here before the Qing Dynasty, and several Taoist priests died there, all fighting ghosts. Some fragmented fragments, circulating the legend that the mansion suppressed evil spirits. And every specific day, someone is hooked into the house, and the person who hooks the soul is an old woman who sweeps the night at night. Therefore, on the cloudy days of the Yellow Calendar, the villagers will always take some defensive measures and stay closed all night. Only a few of us outsiders mistakenly regarded the old woman as a swept woman.

"Brother Chen, can you help me find ten butchers, there must be ten!" Seeing that the time was approaching noon, I hurriedly told him to get down to business. It's difficult for me to invite people from outside of Fengyang Town, so I still have to rely on local people for this matter.

"Okay, it's a little thing, wrap it up on me." Chen Bald was very cheerful, patted his chest and assured me.

In less than an hour, ten butchers were found by him. The speed is as fast as he speaks, and it is very sharp. After some pleasantries, I took the butchers into the haunted mansion.

"Hmm. It's like a wishful spirit. "Walking up to the old tree and looking at the terrain carefully, I was lost in thought.

The appearance of this old tree is very strange, except for the dense roots and branches, the two ends of the ground are like jade Ruyi, and the two ends are oval-shaped. Combined with some runes on the tree that have almost faded, I feel that this is a formation, and this tree is a necessary thing for the formation.

The tree is quite like the lightning strike jujube wood used to ward off evil spirits and refine the Five Thunder Tokens, but it has been deformed. The two ends are shaped like jade Ruyi, which is the technique of Maoshan. Among the lost treasures of the Maoshan Sect to suppress luck is Jade Ruyi. And I have seen similar formations recorded in books.

It's just that I can't figure it out, why did the foolish tell me to cut it off, such a good thing of repression? After cutting it off, the ghost inside is not released.

The confused man is still sleeping, no matter how much he pushes, he can't wake up, throw him into the water, he can actually gurgle and float to the surface, lying on the surface of the water and continuing to sleep, if sleep is also a profession, the confused egg will undoubtedly be the top talent of the sleeping page.

"Sir, the butcher has been found, do you have to tell everyone what you want to do?"

"Pick up the pig-killing knife, and I'll count one, two, three, and cut down this tree together." When I said this to them, I pointed to the tree.

Three o'clock in the afternoon is the most vigorous time of yang energy, the ancient prisoners chose to execute at three o'clock in the afternoon, the purpose of which is to use the time of heaven to cover the grievances of the deceased, when the dead leave the body, the resentment that floats out will be destroyed by the yang energy, and it will not be able to become a ghost to make waves.

And the pig killing knife is also a treasure to ward off evil in the folk, the butcher is heavy, there are countless souls under the knife, and the evil spirit is heavier, in addition to the yang energy, the evil spirit is also one of the magic weapons of the ghost. Combining the above two points, I can only bet that before the fool goes to bed, I will call ten butchers in order to cut down this ghost tree.

"Cut down the tree, you baby has nothing to do, right, waste our time, just cut the tree and find a few people, why do you want us to kill the pig." One of the butchers frowned, very dissatisfied.

"Don't ask so much, it's almost time." I looked at the sun and said, "You all stand around the tree, cut as I say, and don't be afraid of whatever you see." ”

"Don't ask, stand up, listen to what Mr. has to say." Chen Bald is familiar with them, and his words are more useful than mine.

There were ten butchers in all, standing around the tree, and the number of ten people reminded me of something, and confirmed my guess even more.

In Taoism, nine is a week, Tianyan Avenue forty-nine, leaving a glimmer of life, this vitality is a loophole, that is, a change, regardless of numerology, the practice of placing a formation, there is a trace of unpredictable changes, this change is the will of heaven. And this time, the confused man must gather ten butchers, obviously ignoring the rules of heaven's will, even if he fights for his life, he will completely destroy the evil ghost.

"One, two, three, cut." The butchers all raised their arms, and after three counts, they drank suddenly, raised their butcher knives and slashed neatly at the old tree.

"I'm so dizzy, I'm so dizzy."

"Fuck, this tree is bleeding" exclamations fluctuated, and there were weak moans, and when the pig-killing knife was cut down, something unexpected happened.

On the trunk of the old tree, there was a gurgling of blood, bright red as human blood, this scene was beyond my expectations, and after a while, only a plop was heard, and one of the ten butchers fell to the ground quickly.

He was not intimidated, but discouraged. The butcher has evil spirits on his body, and some ghosts and things will naturally harm more people, and the two will punish each other, and the victory or defeat depends on whose evil spirit is heavy. Originally, the evil aura of the ten people was already very heavy, and the formation was also very strong, but after I read it, I realized that this butcher who was knocked down had actually caught a cold.

As soon as a person catches a cold, he will be infected with wind and cold, and his yang energy will be weak. This is something I didn't expect, seeing that the morale was low and a group of people were in chaos, I hurriedly picked up the pig-killing knife in the hands of the fainted butcher, stood up straight and yelled at them.

"Don't be afraid. The more you fear it, the more rampant it becomes. Hammer your chests hard, think about who your wives have been tricked by, think about who has cheated you out of your money. Thinking hard about what you are angry about, and being angry with all your might. The more angry you are, the more angry you are. Raise your butcher's knives and cut down this tree as a brute who tricked your wife out of your money. I raised my knife and shouted frantically, "If you cut him down, you won't kill him, but you will die, and it will plague your village in the future." ”

The former is to teach them how to elevate yang energy, and the latter is to explain the strict zhòng nature. As soon as I finished speaking, I directly raised the pig-killing knife as an example, and with red eyes, I slashed into the torso of the old tree.

"Rabbit cub, curse your uncle's mother-in-law, Lao Tzu cut down the tree and cut you down." When I was cutting down the tree with all my strength, a domineering shout slowly came from the wind, which had the intention of dismantling me into eight pieces.