"The Hades are in charge, and the imps are leading the way!"

Uncle Ying picked up the peachwood sword and pointed at the scarecrow.

Call!!

Sticking to the back of the scarecrow, the yellow talisman like a cloak spontaneously combusted with the sound of the incantation.

At the same time, the scarecrow, who was lying still on his stomach, also stood up in the flames of the yellow fu.

"I'm a guide, what's the matter with you?" The scarecrow had a nose and eyes, and asked Uncle Ying.

Uncle Ying motioned to his apprentice not to speak, stuffed a stack of dark papers into the scarecrow, and said, "There is a drop of blood in the lotus lamp, I want you to show me the way to find the bones of the father of the owner of this drop of blood." ”

"Looking for someone, it's a trouble, this money is not enough!" The scarecrow lay on the table, took the paper over and counted it, and said, "I want three baskets of such paper, and it must be full, and it is not okay to fill it." ”

"So much?" Uncle Ying did not give ordinary paper, but paper that had been offered by Taoists, which is commonly known as offering money.

These offering money contains Taoist incense, and in addition to taking the money, the little ghost can also absorb the incense above, which is very beneficial for the ghosts.

"Three baskets, if you promise me, I'll help you find it, if you don't agree, forget it, think about it yourself." The guide ghost sat on the paper, looking like he wasn't afraid that you wouldn't agree.

Uncle Ying shook his head slightly, and negotiated like buying vegetables: "A basket of dark paper, two baskets of ingots, and a hundred more candles for you, I won't produce more." ”

"The ingots are not good, the ingots are overflowing below, and this thing has depreciated.

Last time I went to the restaurant, I ate twenty ingots at one time, and I haven't eaten much yet.

You're giving too little!

In this way, burn me two baskets of dark paper, and burn a hundred candles, and a pair of golden boys and girls, and I will promise to help you. ”

The scarecrow didn't want ingots, and bargained with Uncle Ying.

Uncle Ying shook his head helplessly, pushed the lotus lamp in front of the scarecrow, and said, "I'm afraid of you, so let's do it." ”

"Refreshing, remember to call me next time you have something!" After the scarecrow said this, he climbed onto the lotus lantern with his hands and feet, and stood in the middle like a wick.

In the next second, blue flames burned above the scarecrow's head.

The smoke condensed, like a mirage, revealing another picture in front of Uncle Ying.

"Huh!" After glancing at the picture, Uncle Ying frowned.

As far as the eye can see, it should look like a cave.

A coffin was placed in the center, and a bald Taoist priest wearing a blue robe was closing his eyes not far away.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Ying's face turned ugly, and he said to the two apprentices who didn't know why: "It's bad, it's your own person who took the old lady's body, and looking at the other party's dress, it should be someone from the Laoshan Corpse Refining Sect." ”

Maoshan disciples wear apricot yellow vestments, Laoshan disciples wear aqua blue vestments, and Longhushan disciples wear jujube red vestments.

Different factions have their own distinctions, and when he sees the clothes of the bald Taoist priest, Uncle Ying knows who the other party is.

"Who!" The bald Taoist priest was none other than Qian Tianshi, and after feeling the peeping in the dark, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked around.

There was nothing around, the wind was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Qian Tianshi scratched his head suspiciously, looking at the three incense sticks lit in front of him.

I found that between the smoke, it didn't drift straight up.

Instead, it seemed to have encountered some kind of obstacle, spreading to both sides before going up.

"Which Daoist brother is here?" Qian Tianshi looked at the scent of incense, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke.

On the other side, Uncle Ying, who was standing in front of the lotus lantern, was a little more dignified in his eyes, and pinched a law decision in his hand: "Positioning!" ”

"Whew!" With the word positioning, the three incense sticks in front of Qian Tianshi suddenly burned at several times the speed.

Seeing this change, Qian Tianshi's face changed greatly, and he grabbed a handful of incense ash and spilled it.

Rumble!

After the incense ash met the three incense sticks, it suddenly let out a roar.

Visible to the naked eye, the rising smoke made up Uncle Ying's appearance, as if the two of them were facing each other.

"Damn, he's taking my place!" Seeing the law decision in Uncle Ying's hand, Qian Tianshi's face was angry, and he quickly grabbed his magic weapon, and he had a leather drum with a sense of age.

Knock knock!

Qian Tianshi played the drums and danced at the same time, and there were words in his mouth.

With the sound of drums and spells, the picture in front of Uncle Ying suddenly blurred, and with the "click", the lotus lantern actually had a tendency to crack.

"Master, what's going on?" Looking at the cracks on the lotus lantern, Wencai and Qiusheng were shocked.

Uncle Ying waved his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly smiled, and said, "It's okay, it's the Daoist brother over there who wants to fight with me, okay, I'll see what he can do!" ”

After saying this, Uncle Ying inserted two candles on the left and right of the lotus lamp.

With a finger, the candle burns automatically, and the blurry picture instantly becomes much clearer.

After doing all this, Uncle Ying didn't give up, picked up the pen to draw the talisman again, and muttered in a low voice: "After so many years of poor road, you haven't lost the fighting method, I want to see how many means you have." ”

"Edict, the Heavenly Monarch is as anxious as the law, please help me with the Eight Directions Divine Fire!"

Uncle Ying held the burning charm in his hand, like blowing smoke away, and blew lightly at the yellow talisman.

In an instant, Dao Dao sparks were blown into the lotus lantern, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

And this understatement of the scene, replaced by the cave where Qian Tianshi was, was a different scene.

Call!

With a violent bang, three pillars of fire rushed from the three sticks of incense, and shot towards Qian Tianshi.

Qian Tianshi rolled on the spot with a lazy donkey, and while he dodged the two divine fires, he couldn't dodge the third one anyway.

In desperation, he could only raise the leather drum and use it as a shield in front of him.

In just an instant, the leather drums engraved with countless cinnabar spells turned into ashes in the thick smoke and were hurriedly thrown out by Qian Tianshi.

"That's amazing, who the hell is this?" In one round of fighting, his magic weapon was destroyed by the other party, which made Qian Tianshi a little crazy.

You know, magic weapons aren't just ordinary things.

One or two things on ordinary Taoists are amazing.

Qian Tianshi is full of calculations, and a leather drum and a seven-star sword are considered magic weapons, and the losses are not heavy.

"The idea is piercing, I can't fight him!" Qian Tianshi's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he slammed his chest, and a mouthful of blood mist sprayed out.

At the same time, the fog mirror in front of Uncle Ying was also covered by red mist in an instant.

When he raised his eyes, there was a red light, and no matter how Uncle Ying cast a spell, he couldn't disperse these red mist.

"Master, what's going on?" Seeing that the red mist obscured their vision, Wen Cai and Qiusheng couldn't help but ask.

Uncle Ying shook his head slightly, gave up continuing to cast the spell, and said: "This is a blood curse, the power is extremely great, once it is cast, it will hurt the vitality and damage it at the lightest, and it will kill you if it is heavy."

This Taoist priest used a blood spell to seal my spell, just like this, at least six years of yang life, it seems that he is desperate! ”

"Master, what should I do then?" Qiusheng handed over tea to Uncle Ying to moisten his mouth, and asked, "In this way, wouldn't you not be able to find the bones of Old Lady Ren?" ”

"No, the power of the blood spell will last for three days at most, and I will continue to cast the spell after three days, but I want to see how much Yang Shou he can fight like this." Uncle Ying took a sip of tea, walked towards the back room without looking back, and ordered: "Tear off the altar, I will meet him in three days." ”

At the same time, the cave ......

"Qian Tianshi, are you okay?"

Qian Tianshi, who spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face turned blue and white for a while, and his legs fell to the ground with weakness.

Tai Gang in the shadows, seeing Qian Tianshi become like this, lowered his voice and slowly spoke, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"It's okay, but this Taoist priest is too powerful, I can't fight him,

He could only seal his spell with a blood curse.

Three days, we only have three days at most,

If you can't refine the zombie within three days, he will definitely find you at that time. ”

Qian Tianshi wiped the corners of his mouth, and his expression was like that of a dead wife.

Tai Gang frowned slightly, came out of the shadows, and whispered: "It takes at least seven days to refine the corpse, and we have been practicing for two days now, plus three days is only five days, not enough time!" ”

"There's no way, at this point, you can only resign yourself to fate!" Qian Tianshi shook his head silently, if it doesn't work, it won't work, and it still won't work if he fights again.

As for the matter of refining corpses, it is difficult.

He is still somewhat sure of seven days, but he can only resign himself to fate for five days, and whether he succeeds depends on whether God rewards his face.

"Is there no other way?" Tai Gang asked again unwillingly.

Qian Tianshi smiled bitterly, took out a snake and two frogs and swallowed them alive, his face was a little better, and he said with difficulty: "Unless you can get that Taoist priest away so that he can't trouble me, that's the only way to go." ”

"Stand out!" Tai Gang nodded slightly, looked at the coffin in the cave, and said, "You rest, I'll find a way." ”

Tai Gang left without looking back, thinking about how to lure Uncle Ying away, so that he didn't have time to trouble Qian Tianshi.

If the false accusation is not okay, spend money to let the county security team find a reason to arrest Uncle Ying and lock him in for a few days, and then release it after the zombies are refined.

Not good, as soon as this idea appeared, Tai Gang vetoed it in his heart.

Uncle Ying is his idol, and if he uses this method to toss Uncle Ying, he can't even pass his own level, and he will feel uneasy about his conscience.

But apart from this method, what other countermeasures are there, Tai Gang fell into deep thought for a while......