"Demon Skin...... Demon skin child, is it Xiao Anzi, do you say it's Xiao Anzi? "I screamed.

"What does Xiao Anzi have to do with the whole thing, that is, how does he have anything to do with my Cao family?" With the yelling, I was shocked and questioned.

"The demon-making thing, Xiao Anzi is the demon-making thing that your grandfather Cao Jide rebelled against the will of heaven back then, separated the lotus seed, and achieved the demon-making thing, and it should not exist in this world." When the old man heard this, he looked at me at the same time with a very bad scream, and the deep hatred in his eyes could drown me!

"Ah...... In other words, it was my grandfather who buried the newborn Xiao Anzi in a mass grave, but why, why did my grandfather do that? As the old man stared at me for a moment, I asked in a low voice.

"You have to ask your grandfather, why do you want to ask me, do you want me to be like your Cao family, I can't die well?" The old man said in a vicious voice.

"This ...... What about Tietuozi Zou Tielong, since you know the past of my Cao family, you should know Tietuozi. When I heard this, I stubbornly looked up and asked.

Yes, this is another person who has an enmity with my Cao family, otherwise he can't have such a strong hatred in his eyes!

"A clumsy ghost in the world, it is a ghost thing raised by your Cao family's ancestors, stealing the flesh of the living, and living in the world, it is not worth talking about at all." Listening to my question, the old man said disdainfully.

I looked at him and smiled.

"In other words, you have no intention of helping me today, and it is just for some unspeakable purpose, let's just say it, what do you want me Cao Hongliu to do for you, it is also to seek the third master Neidan?" With laughter, I looked at him pointlessly.

It doesn't matter!

Thinking that I, Cao Hongliu, have gone through calamities, life and death are only a matter of moments, nothing terrible, nothing terrible, nothing terrible.

As the saying goes, lice don't bite people, and I'm used to it.

"Hmph, I don't have that preference yet!" The old man snorted coldly and turned around, and walked up the mountain without saying a word.

When I came to the temple and opened the door of a locked room, I was stunned.

A small dim oil lamp shook in the room, and on the north wall of the house, a wooden platform about a meter high was built.

There were more than a dozen transparent glass jars on the table, and in the dozen or so transparent glass jars, without exception, there were little babies squatting.

The baby's complexion was blue, and each of them had a long, blackened gash from the chin to the chest, and a pair of very frightening brownish blue eyes, which turned as we entered, and stared at us with a brush.

"This ...... Is it alive? I yelled to get out.

"Come on, remove the soul lock needle from the back of their necks, and you can release their souls and take them away." The old man stepped forward and motioned for me to take the Soul Locking Needle.

"This ......"

I hesitated to stretch out my hand, not knowing whether to believe the old man's words or not.

These ghost babies must be very powerful, otherwise Hu Qianba wouldn't be so afraid, once I reach out and be bitten by these ghost babies, what should I do?

In other words, the old man who can't tell what's going on is hurting me?

"Just run to the back of their necks and stretch out your hand, they will know your intentions, don't worry!" Seeing my hesitation, the old man tugged at the bottle of soul detention in my hand and opened the cap.

I hesitated to look, and then dared to run to the back of the ghost baby in one of the glass jars.

It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, and I don't think I have a choice at this time.

Besides, it was my suggestion to come here, and the old man didn't force me at all.

"Lu Ban Dao is boundless, pinching the middle finger and reciting the mantra, chiseling the whole of the axe and saw the band, picking up the axe and putting the nail drill, standing next to the two little ghosts, holding the soul fairy bottle between the hands, the feet are locked, the neck is tethered, life and death are between yin and yang, the northeast corner, Gen is the mountain, from now on the Buddha has to be safe, safe, on!"

And as I shuddered and reached into the large glass jar, my tentacles took out a silver needle about three inches long from the back of the child's neck, and the old man pinched it with one hand and recited the incantation.

"Huh!"

I felt that it was cold in front of me, the child in the glass jar quickly closed his eyes, and his little body was very powerless to pile it down, and the pile was at the bottom of the glass jar, and it was no longer lifeless!

The old man nodded and motioned for me to follow.

In this way, the silver needle was taken out from the back of the children's necks, and the old man put the bottle cap on it and shook it again to listen to the sound, and burned down the Taoist temple, shouting that I was leaving.

"Keep the twelve soul locking needles in case these ghost babies go to find your soul in the future." As he strode down the mountain, the old man said.

"Oh." I looked back at the fiery Taoist temple, and I felt relieved.

"In addition, this soul bottle is a gloomy thing, you don't have any spells, naturally you can't carry it for a long time, otherwise it will damage your own yang energy, in this way, I thought about it just now, after you go out of the customs, you go in the direction of Daqingshan, there is a Yantang town opposite Daqingshan, there is a big temple at the end of the town, the incense is also at its peak, and there are many worshippers, so send these twelve ghost babies there!"

As I looked back, the old man continued, "It's better to put it under the feet of Maitreya Buddha, so as not to attract attention." ”

"O'O, good!" I said yes again and again.

In this way, he followed the old man down the mountain, and then tossed back to the old cemetery of the Gao family, the old man looked around and opened the cap of the soul detention bottle, silently recited the incantation and fell to the ground violently, a small whirlwind, spinning and running to the green wheat field.

Then it stopped, spun into a barrel more than a person high, and then fell again, gradually losing its breath.

As soon as the old man saw it, he stretched out his fingers and drew a large circle with a diameter of about two meters at the position where the little whirlwind was extinguished, and then sat cross-legged in the circle, pulled out a large piece of yellow paper from his backpack behind his back, spread it on the ground, and pressed the four corners with stones.

"Girl, pull the grass and burn the ashes." As I sat down and pressed the yellow paper, the old man commanded me.

"Okay, it's the Rouge that just went around, right?" I asked, with a yes.

"Hmm." The old man only answered.

In this way, I drew hay and burned a large pile of firewood and grass ashes, and the old man told me to spread them thickly on the rhubarb paper.

Then the old man made a loud noise, poured out all the objects in the backpack, picked up a few small bent bones, and inserted them on the ground around the yellow paper.

"View is south, away from the red, fly up the eight-clawed purple gold dragon in the air, shake the head and tail squeak, soar clouds and drive the fog and shake the majesty, view the southeast, Xun is Jiao, there is an eagle in the air, no horns and no long hair, carrying the old dragon and phoenix knife, view the east, shock for one, come to the top of the chicken, the crown on the head is red like fire, the tail is like a big flag, the view of the northeast, Gen is green, come to the East China Sea old turtle essence, holding the Buddhist treasure in his hand, the name is called the bundle of fairy rope, the view of the center, the earth, there is a mother under the soil, the green dragon guards the sword of the fairy, the white tiger guards the gossip map, View due north, Kan is water, the red child sits upside down in the nine dragon tails, there are three thousand iron cavalry in front, there are eight hundred roadblocks in the back, after viewing the eight passes and the anti-eight passes, leading the fairy hall to break through the five gates......"

As he picked up a few tiny bones and inserted them around the large yellow paper covered by thick firewood and grass ash, the old man closed his eyes slightly, and the middle finger of his right hand kept poking at the thick grass ash and chanting a mantra.

I just watched like that, guessing in my heart which way this old man was.

The Taoist priest is certainly not.

But it is by no means a top incense.

Listening to his chatter, he is a bit like a Buddhist person.

You listen to these immortals he invited, except for the flying dragon, which is the red child, they are all the so-called superior immortals.

"Okay, the eight directions have all invited immortals, it depends on whether Lord Yama will give this face." After chanting the mantra aloud for a long time, the old man's body shook slightly, opened his eyes, took a square-shaped oiled paper bag from the dumped debris, opened it, and handed me two pieces of oily fruit.

"You're a Buddhist?" I took the fruit and asked.

"Buddhism...... Hehehe! The old man looked up at the sky, and munched on the fruit without saying a word.

"Where did my Cao family originally live, the mysterious village, which mysterious village, and what kind of mystery it is, in addition, according to the rumors of the Three Realms, my Cao family has a small treasure that can collect the soul of all things, what is it, the master can know the whereabouts of the treasure, and the master, can you tell me your name, so let me know who you are." As the old man remained silent, I asked tentatively.

"Call me Jiawuzi, I've been in the world for too long, and I've forgotten my name." The old man said when he heard this.

"This ......"

I hesitated to look, knowing that the old man couldn't say much to me anymore, so I gulped my stomach.

So anxiously waited until midnight the next day, and with the sound of crawling, the old man fluttered up and stared at the ashes......