[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Liu Yang listened to the report of the fungus, and ordered to stay with the dragon lock and Ah Hong, the wood ghost, and after a defeat, let the fungus immediately attack and bring the wood ghost back. The next day, Miaotian also brought back some details of the old pedant to Mu Qingming, but it was a surprise after surprise, which made Mu Qingming, an old dragon lock who had lived for more than three hundred years, also moved. Led out Mu Qingming to formulate countermeasures, to lead the old scholar and Ah Hong on the right path. And the old scholar also continued to bless the obscurity of the flesh and qi. Be well prepared for the next move. 】

The evening breeze in the small courtyard of the Mu family blew the laurel branches and leaves in the courtyard, shaking off a few pale yellow moon-like petals between the branches and leaves of the tree, and swept up a faint fragrance.

In the main room, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone else outside of Miaotian stared at him with wide eyes, and their eyes were churning with surprise like turbulent waves.

The last news just now came too suddenly, and it shocked them too much. For a moment, everyone didn't know what to say.

"I'm certainly not wrong. To make sure of this, I stayed at his house for half an hour, carefully. Today's Miaotian couldn't say anything, so he simply fell to the bottom of the conversation: "Confirmed and confirmed, he really has the breath of the inheritance blood of the female cultist, and that woman is his daughter, and the neighbors around him said that no one has seen the daughter for many years." ”。

Whether it is the tone or the look on the face, it is full of firmness.

As soon as these words came out, Mu Qingming and the other dragon lockers had to believe it, no matter how shocked they were, no matter how suspicious they were, no matter how incredible they felt, they had to believe it if they didn't believe it.

But the look of surprise still lingered between the facial features on their faces for a long time. Even the faint fragrance of osmanthus in the courtyard couldn't make them calm down in a moment.

"Could it be that this old man is also a disciple of the Immortal Dao?" After a long time, Miao Le couldn't wait to ask, "But I saw that night that he didn't use a magic technique?" ”。

The blood qi is obscure, obviously it is Zhu You's witchcraft, and the immortals are good at it, and the magic practiced has nothing to do with eight poles.

"He's not, he's really not, this old man doesn't have the slightest evil spirit and evil aura in his body, it's strange here." This Miao Tian frowned, and said thoughtfully: "Judging from the information I have observed and heard today, the old man does not seem to know where his daughter has gone. I heard him tell the wood ghost that when he got the aura and repaired the guqin, he would be looking for his daughter in peace. But the wooden ghost who was so simple that I wanted to rush up and scold him a few words was so grateful that I almost burst into tears and snot. ”。

Miaotian, who has never liked jokes, popped out this sentence, which made the others stunned again, and then they all laughed.

The dullness that was originally a little frozen even in the air was instantly frozen by laughter and laughter, dispelling the dullness. And this laugh made Na Miaotian stunned again, not knowing what they were laughing at.

"Miaotian finally has a sense of humor." Looking at his suspicious gaze, Mu Qingming laughed.

"What?" Some of the wooden Miaotian still didn't know what they were laughing at, and they stopped talking after shouting a word.

"So, the old pedant just wants to help that wood ghost." Mu Qingming saw that Miaotian was a little embarrassed, so he made a gesture, and after signaling others not to laugh, he also put away his smile, and after a little silence, he said thoughtfully: "But I still don't know, this wood ghost is so competitive, so he thinks that the aura can repair the piano." Even if his guqin is a spiritual spiritual qin, the aura of this Spring City Feng Shui Array is not omnipotent. ”。

"This is what the old man told him, and this is the fourth strange place." While he was talking, Miaotian, who had eaten a few more bites of food, took over and said, "The tea stall owner told me; Speaking of old pedants, they love to show their knowledge to others, but they are all talking about the legend of Wang Zhanhai, saying that there is an aura in this city, and it can be resurrected from the dead to repair all losses, so the spring city is evergreen all year round, so there is no winter, cold and summer. ”。

"The owner of the tea stall told me that he used this legend to fool a young man who was carrying a piano, and he also deceived the young man into a few pieces of ocean." While talking, Miaotian, who was already full of wine and food, wiped his mouth, picked up a toothpick, and began to pick up his teeth.

The young man who was carrying the piano, except for the wood ghost, Mu Qingming, they couldn't think of any other outsiders.

"What the hell is he going to do?" Mo Han frowned and asked; From this point of view, the old pedant is the one who fooled the wood ghost and destroyed the formation. But although Mo Han could think of this, he didn't know the purpose of the old pedant's doing.

The evening breeze was gentle and cool. The sky had completely darkened, and the small courtyard of the Mu family was slowly immersed in darkness, and the main house was not excluded.

After saying that, Mo Han stood up and went to bring an oil lamp and light it.

The firelight of Douda illuminated the main house, reflecting the contemplation on Mu Qingming's face.

He stood in the perspective of the old pedant, and after thinking about it for a while, he said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid that the old pedant himself has set his eyes on the aura in the spiritual cave of the blessed land!" ”。

As he spoke, the shadows brought by the candle flame spread all over his facial features, and a layer of darkness was cast on the serious and serious look on his face.

He guessed based on the fact that the old scholar had created a large number of blood qi charms against the ban on Buddhism, and he guessed correctly.

"Young master, are you saying that this old man used that wood ghost as a gun?" He didn't have a wonderful pen to say more than half a sentence, and after pondering for a while, he said, "This old man has bad water in his stomach." Isn't he afraid that this wood ghost will use too much force, stimulate the forbidden mana, and kill this little wood ghost? ”。

"Yes, it's a bad stomach. I can't help but want to praise him: It's not the way of immortality, it's better than the way of immortality. Mu Qingming nodded his head and said, "But I have a plan, it's better for them to break this prohibition and let the wood ghost take a good look at whether this aura can really repair the qin." ”。

As soon as these words came out, the others were surprised again; There were enough things that surprised them at this dinner today, so many that they came one after another, and at this time there was another one, and everyone didn't know what to say.

Once the prohibition is broken, it is equivalent to the exposure of the aura of the blessed land spiritual cave, which is equivalent to the money thrown on the street, which can be taken by anyone and taken by anyone.

Once it is taken and emptied, the turtle and snake Xuanwu array in the main city will be unstable.

The other dragon lockers were surprised, but Mu Qingming smiled, and there was a hint of unfathomability in his smile.

"Think about it, how stubborn that wood ghost is, otherwise if he hits the south wall, will he die?" Under their bewildered gaze, Mu Qingming picked up the plain towel in his hand, slowly wiped the oil stains on the corners of his mouth, and then said with a smile: "Let him see is believing, and he will believe our words." ”。

"And the Immortal Dao also needs a wood ghost, if we draw him to our side, let him change his ways, and share the same hatred with us, it is equivalent to taking a step ahead of the Immortal Dao, and it is also equivalent to putting an arrow to the throat of the Immortal Dao." After a pause, Mu Qingming added: "As for that old pedant, no matter what the purpose is, as long as he has a plan for the aura, then of course we have to stop him. But after the wood ghost confirmed that the aura really couldn't repair the guqin for him. And we must be ready to re-impose the ban, and when the wood ghost confirms that the aura is useless, we will immediately re-impose the ban. ”。

Mu Qingming's words were categorical, and he didn't intend to give other dragon lockers a chance to refute or persuade them. He has made up my mind and decided to reorganize his own forces and fight to the death against the remnants of the Immortal Dao......

The twilight is four, the lights are on, and the hustle and bustle of the city during the day quietly fades with the afterglow of the sunset that disappears into the sky.

The old pedant's home is still so deserted, there is no excitement and not too many popular fireworks. The old scholar made a few side dishes and hot soup casually, and after eating them for dinner with the wood ghost Ah Hong, Ah Hong helped the old scholar wash the bowls and pots, and went back to the house.

The old scholar sat in the courtyard, dressed in a faint starlight, and smoked a hookah for a while. The churning water in the hookah, the gurgling and gurgling sounds, echoed intermittently in this small courtyard, which was silent day and night, accompanied by the coughing of the old pedant.

After knowing it for a while, I stopped.

The old scholar put the hookah at the foot of the wall by the door of the main house, stood up, walked without saying a word to the courtyard door, and plugged in the latch.

Then the old scholar turned around, put his hands behind his back, and bent his back slightly, and walked towards the dark main room, which had not yet been lit.

And Ah Hong, who was in the east room, had blown out the lights and began to sleep and rest.

When I walked to the main house, I found the location of the oil lamp in the dark.

In the darkness, there was a "whoosh" sound, and the match was struck by the old pedant. When he lit the lamp, he saw that on the square table in the main room, thirty-six blood and qi talismans were neatly laid out.

It is divided into six rows, and each row is no more than no less than exactly six.

Looking at these talismans, these masterpieces of his own, the old pedant's eyes flashed with a little pride.

He turned and closed the door of the main room, walked to the side of the square table again, raised his hands across his chest, and pinched out a strange trick.

When the trick was formed, the temperature in this already cold small courtyard suddenly plummeted, and the courtyard blew a yin wind for a while, and the ghost cried wolf-like whistling, and with the yin wind flying in the courtyard, blowing the weeds growing in the courtyard and on the roof, and staggered for a while.

A large amount of bad luck came over with it. Like an endless spring of water rushing into the courtyard, it poured through the walls of the house and towards the old pedant's main house.

After entering the house, the bad luck was injected into the blood and qi on the table. The bad luck was just injected, and the wind was blowing on the table, and all the rune papers flew up together, volleying in the air about a foot away from the tabletop without falling.

After a steady stream of bad luck was injected into the talisman seal on the paper, the talisman flickered with a faint red light.

The old pedant's four-walled main house was illuminated reddened by this dark red light.

Even the old pedant's face was red. If it weren't for the wrinkles on his face and the beard on his jaw that wasn't too long, this old pedant would have looked like a Guan Gong.

Everything he is doing now is preparing for tomorrow night's action. He knew very well how strong the Dharma prohibition on the blessed spiritual cave was.

He has to be well prepared, not to be perfect, but to be sufficient. Therefore, in the past few days, he has been summoning the nearby bad luck with secret methods, like stuffing ducks, and constantly injecting these bad luck charms.

The thirty-six bloody talismans in front of him are no longer what they used to be.

Can the old pedantic charm successfully break the ban? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.