Evening...

"Master, Ah Wei and the people of the security team have searched all the surrounding mountains, large and small, but they have found nothing."

"Master, the Ren family's family has also searched, but there are no clues."

Qiusheng and Wencai ran in one after the other, bringing the same news without any clues.

Uncle Ying was wearing a yellow robe and robe, sitting in front of the portrait of the ancestor with three sticks of incense, nodded imperceptibly, and said, "Rise the altar..."

"Yes, Master!" Wencai and Qiusheng got the order and walked out with the offering table and magic utensils.

The offering table is placed outside the courtyard, with a lotus lamp in the middle and two red candles on either side.

Copper bells, order flags, cinnabar, yellow symbols, peach wood swords, scarecrows, dark paper, and seven kinds of magic weapons are lined up.

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng stood quietly around the table, like two Dharma Protector Gods, watching Uncle Ying come out of the living room.

"As the saying goes, blood dissolves in water, and the blood and affection between relatives can be reflected in many places, and the lotus lamp is filled with the blood of the fingertips of the old man, and through this drop of blood, I can find the bones of the old lady. Therefore, you should take a good look at the following methods and study hard, and when you become a master, this is your means of pressing the bottom of the box. ”

Uncle Ying walked as he spoke, stood in front of the altar and straightened his clothes, and suddenly said strangely: "Have you seen Wang Xu?" ”

"Brother Wang, I didn't see it, he separated from me in the afternoon, saying that he wanted to go around the town." Wen Cai replied, and Uncle Ying nodded slightly after hearing it, and he didn't care too much.

After all, Wang Xu is a friend of his junior brother, and he came here to play, so he didn't have to report everything to him.

Uncle Ying himself is not blind, and it can be seen from Wang Xu's hands that the other party has a very outstanding horizontal practice of kung fu, and there is no need to worry about his safety.

"Forget it, don't care about him, you look at my gestures, I'm going to do it." Uncle Ying picked up a yellow talisman, picked up the pen and dotted it on the cinnabar, and the pen began to write.

A yellow talisman was completed in less than a second, and the whole action was completed in one go, and Wen Cai and Qiusheng's eyes widened.

Uncle Ying slapped the offering table, and the scarecrow the size of a palm suddenly flew on his left hand.

Uncle Ying didn't look at it, pressed the scarecrow on the offering table with his left hand, picked up the yellow charm with his right hand, and stuck it on the back of the scarecrow with a snap.

"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 flooded below, this thing has depreciated, the last time I went to the restaurant, I ate twenty ingots at a time, and I haven't eaten much, and you give 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, and the smoke condensed, like a mirage, showing another picture in front of Uncle Ying.

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

In the line of sight, it should be the appearance of a cave, a coffin is placed in the middle, and a bald Taoist priest wearing a blue magic robe is closing the practice 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, looked at the three incense sticks lit in front of him, and found that between the smoke of the incense, it was not directly floating upward, but as if it had encountered some obstacles, it spread 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 a "click", the lotus lantern actually looked like it was about 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, and a little candle on his finger burned automatically, and the blurred picture instantly became a lot 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." ”

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

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.