[The book continues from the above, and in the last book, it was said that from the various information that Mu Qingming brought back from Miaotian, it was speculated that the one who really plotted against the aura in the Blessed Land Spirit Cave and coveted it should be the old pedant. And the old scholar was also preparing intensively, constantly injecting bad luck into the thirty-six blood qi obscure talismans he had made, making those blood qi obscure talismans more effective. Led out the old pedant who vomited blood during the spell casting, hoping to make him hold on and insist on injecting the last trace of bad luck into the talisman. Mu Qingming and the people who lock the dragon are also ready. The next day, when Mu Qingming felt the forbidden fluctuations on the Blessed Land Spirit Acupoint, he rushed over. I happened to see Ah Hong and the old pedant, who was using thirty-six blood and qi obscure talismans to set up a formation, and he wanted to break the formation again. 】

The yin wind was howling, the bad luck was rising, and the blood and qi in the main room were flashing red.

The old pedant had bruises on his forehead and was sweating profusely. The hands that were across his chest trembled uncontrollably.

He is good at dispensing medicine and taking the pulse, and the Zhuyou witchcraft he is now using is learned from his wife, but he is not good at it. In addition, he was not very familiar with it, and it was very hard for him to perform this secret magic that gathered bad luck.

It's just that in a moment, his whole body is already full of exhaustion and weakness, and what's even worse is that there is a tearing pain in every meridian, which keeps coming. Even every inch of bone seemed to be squeezed by an invisible pressure, and it hurt.

As time went on, the old pedant became more and more miserable; Then his throat was sweet, and with a wow, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and a red blood mist emerged in front of him.

It was even more dazzling and conspicuous than the red glow that flashed on the blood amulate.

The old pedant's hands in front of him, unable to maintain the posture of holding the hand print, staggered back a step when he suddenly let go, and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

When his buttocks hit the ground, there was a sharp pain in the lobes of his chest under his chest, and the heart-rending pain made his old man's eyes black, and his head was so dizzy that he was only weak and groggy. He was like a tree in the wind, crumbling.

The aura dissipated and sank downward, sinking into the earth. Like water falling to the ground, it slowly seeped into the darkness and boundlessness.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow these blood qi charms will be formed." The old scholar put his hands back, pestle the dusty ground, gritted his teeth when he stabilized his body, and after sobering himself up a little, he opened his eyes wide, and looked forward, the rune paper that was slowly falling without his spell and the red glow was dimmed, and he secretly shouted in his heart: "Tomorrow, tomorrow if the prohibition is broken, the aura of the blessed land spirit cave can cure my illness, how can I fall down at such a time." ”。

I don't know if it was this inner cry that gave him great courage and infinite perseverance, and the old man with a pale face after coughing up blood had already opened his eyes when he finished speaking, and his bloodshot eyes were full of light.

At the same time, his hands that were holding the ground were supported at the same time, supporting his dying body, and he stood up little by little.

The old man's legs were still trembling slightly when he stood up completely.

"I can't die." The oil lamp on the table flickered, and it became a little dim. The old pedant opened his chapped lips and turned his inner cry into a low roar that seemed to come from the depths of hell, and slowly and gently echoed in the main room: "I can't die, I haven't found my wife and daughter yet!" ”。

As the words landed, the candle flame, which was so dim that it was almost extinguished, suddenly jumped and became bright again.

The old pedant's trembling hands were raised again, and they were laid across his chest, bearing the strange handprint from before.

The obscurity that had already dissipated gathered again as his handprints were formed, and scrambled to inject them into the thirty-six blood qi sigils on the table.

In the main house, the red light reappears......

The next day, the sky over Spring City was clear, and the sun was still warm in the sky. It sprinkled a patch of gold on the ground, spreading it evenly, staining the laurel flowers and sycamore leaves all over the city, and the apricot trees on the edge of the green lake.

In the evening, when Mu Qingming returned home, the meal was still cooked and served as usual, and the family was waiting for him to come to the banquet. He washed his hands and face, went into the main room to take a look, and saw that the main dish on the table today was snails.

Dian people also eat this thing, in the era when beef and mutton are the New Year's festival can only be remembered, snail meat is the meat on the daily table of the people of Chuncheng.

The fields around Dianchi Lake have many snails. And the snail bay by the Dianchi Lake outside the south of the city is even more prolific snails. When chickens and ducks have no hope, and fish and shrimp are not too full, snail meat has become the best choice for ordinary people when they want to eat meat.

The snail meat with tender meat and strong fiber and tenacity is fried with pickled leek flowers, which can be eaten and drunk, satisfying and enjoyable.

When Mu Qingming was in his hometown, he was good at eating this thing. Don't look at his words, deeds and dress, he is the same as a young master, but his mouth is not as good as other young masters. After arriving in Chuncheng in central Yunnan, he couldn't quit this snail meat, but he didn't eat it for three or five days, and he always felt that there was something wrong in his mouth.

His wife Mo Han can be regarded as having figured out his temper, so he did what he liked for him in three days.

Today, I eat this snail meat.

As soon as he saw the snail meat, the corners of Mu Qingming's mouth were about to drool when his index finger moved.

After sitting down, Mu Qingming feasted on it.

Mo Han is very careful, she has already picked out all the snail meat, and then fried it in the pot, and she didn't even put the shell in the pot together, so this snail is not difficult to eat.

Three times five divided by two, a large pot of snail meat, was eaten half by the Mu Qing Wind and Remnant Clouds.

"Young Master, will they act tonight?" After staying silent for a long time, Miao Yu finally couldn't help but ask; There was a look of eagerness on his face.

It seems that Miao Yu also has a high interest in Mu Qingming's plan, or the little wooden ghost who is about to be included in their dragon locking people.

"According to Miao Le, this blood qi charm is formed today, so they can't wait, they must be able to act." Mu Qingming said, lifted his soup bowl, and took a sip of soup.

"That's good, I really want to see what that wood ghost looks like." Miaoyu's interest in his eyes did not decrease but increased, and he nodded and said.

Mu Qingming smiled indifferently when he heard this, didn't say anything more, and continued to eat one bite of rice and one bite of snail meat.

"The key is whether the Immortal Dao will rob people." The wonderful pen, who was already full of food and drink, put down the dishes and chopsticks, and took over and said: "Wood ghosts are one of the keys to their eternal life, and they have a high chance of appearing. ”。

"There is also Miaotian mentioned, after the wood ghost escaped, he sensed that evil qi in the forest at the Blessed Land Spirit Cave that day, and it is very likely that he is a spy of the Immortal Dao." After a pause, Miaobi said thoughtfully.

He is Mu Qingming's think tank, with clear thinking, and he can always analyze problems in one sentence. And what he just said is not unreasonable.

The evil aura of that day, even Miaotian, who was good at tracking the dragon, couldn't sense where it went after it disappeared in a flash. Those who have such a powerful ability, I'm afraid that only the disciples of the Immortal Dao can do it.

"It makes sense, so when we rush over, we must first unfold the enchantment. The plan of action remains the same, or me and my daughter-in-law, Miaotian and Miaoyu, the four of us rushed over first. After chewing and thinking for a while, Mu Qingming looked at Miaotian, who was still eating heavily, and asked, "Has the ghost city lord notified?" ”。

"Informed, he said that he would bring someone over in the evening. The price has also been negotiated, and the labor fee of ten oceans will be paid. Miao Tian chewed the food in his mouth and replied a little vaguely.

"That's good, everything is ready, let's wait for the wood ghosts to move first." As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qingming was suddenly stunned.

As before, the wood ghost froze in place as if it were a stone sculpture when it broke the ban for the first time.

The other dragon lockers all knew that Mu Qingming had already sensed that there was a spiritual cave blessed land in the city, and someone was breaking the prohibition. They put down their dishes and chopsticks one after another, even Miaotian, who had the largest amount of food.

After a while, Mu Qingming recovered from his stunned thoughts, and the first thing he did was to stand up and scold with a smile: "It's still the same point before, on the bank of the Golden Juice River, let's go." ”。

Miao Yu Miao Tian and Mo Han also got up; As soon as Mu Qingming's words landed, the four of them shrank into inches and disappeared into the main house of the Mu family's courtyard out of thin air......

In the twilight, the banks of the Golden Juice River, where the horses and gangs came and went during the day, were quiet, and only the river murmured, flowing quietly in the darkening sky.

In the grove by the river, there was a gust of wind, cold and icy, slightly biting.

The strange-looking old pines and cypresses swayed their branches in the wind, and the trembling leaves made a rustling sound.

The old pedant, whose face was still pale and bloodless, stood in this dim forest again with Ah Hong, who was carrying the guqin on his back.

Ever since he vomited blood yesterday, the old pedant's face had been like this, as pale as paper. If it weren't for the belief in his chest that supported his rotten wood-like body, and the willpower that drove him to step here, I am afraid that he would have been lying on two benches at home at this moment, on a broken bed with a wooden plank, waiting to die.

He and Ah Hong walked into the forest without saying a word, and then silently walked to the edge of the array, and the eyes of the old pedant turned gray and black again in the darkness. And Ah Hong's eyes also turned into one and two eyes.

"I'll break the Dharma first." The two stood opposite each other, and after a moment the old scholar raised his eyes to look at Ah Hong opposite, and touched his hands into his sleeves.

When Ah Hong nodded, the old scholar had already quickly pulled his hands out of his sleeves, and the news flew up and down like thunder, and thirty-six blood and qi charms were quickly pulled out of his sleeves one after another.

The red glow flickered, and the blood and gas diffused. In the blink of an eye, these thirty-six blood and qi talismans were respectively pasted on the surrounding Dharma prohibitions, on the ruined walls and the stones among the plants and trees.

When he landed, the wind was blowing in the woods, the blood was flourishing, and the obscure qi from all directions gathered, and together with the obscure qi rising from the blood and qi talismans, they gathered on the rune paper, forming a series of resentful women's cheeks, all of which were pale and bloodless, even whiter than the old pedant's complexion.

The faces of the thirty-six women roared and roared, their mouths opened and their eyes were glazed out, and they were already glowing with golden light, and the solemn Dharma prohibition was entwined like a poisonous snake out of a hole.

The golden swastikas on the ban, at the moment when they were entangled by the black qi, burst out with a crackling sound, and they were connected and stretched like a spider web in the prohibition, slowly spreading out.

Can the old scholar break the ban on the Blessed Land Spirit Cave again? Can the aura allow him to continue his life? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.