Li Yan and Wencai came to the tailor shop at the entrance of the village.

As soon as I entered the store, I saw an old man sitting next to the sewing machine, sewing and mending clothes.

"Uncle Wang, let's order a dress."

Wen Cai was extremely happy and shouted.

"Okay."

When Uncle Wang heard this, he answered and raised his head.

Seeing Wen Cai and Li Yan, the expression on Uncle Wang's face suddenly froze, and a trace of imperceptible light flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Uncle Wang stand up tremblingly, with a smile on his face, stepped forward, and said, "What clothes do you order?" ”

Li Yan smiled, very happy, and said, "Make a Taoist robe, right...... Uncle Wang, are you expensive this year? Look at the way you look...... Very energetic! ”

Habitual chatterbox.

Uncle Wang smiled: "Ouch...... I'm eighty-five...... You see, I'm old...... The body is not good, and it is not as good as you young people...... By the way, what did you just say? ”

"Dao robe." Li Yan repeated it again.

"Oooh......"

Uncle Wang nodded again and again, and said, "I have made few Taoist robes, but I have also made some, what color do you need?" ”

When Li Yan heard this, he glanced at Wencai and said, "What color is Senior Brother?" ”

"Yellow robe." Wen Cai said.

Li Yan said: "What about you and Qiusheng?" ”

Wen Cai grinned and said, "Qiusheng and I are apprentices, and we can only wear black and white striped robes. ”

"Oh!" Li Yan nodded and said, "Then order me a blue robe!" ”

Wen Cai hurriedly grabbed Li Yan and said, "Uncle Shi, this Taoist priest who marched down the mountain only wears a blue robe, so you still order a yellow robe, right?" Just like Master......"

"And this is exquisite?"

"Yes." Wen Cai nodded and said with a serious face: "Master said that Dao robes are divided into black and white robes, blue robes, yellow robes, green robes and red robes. ”

Li Yan said: "What's the difference? ”

Wen Cai said: "The difference is big, the black and white robes are generally worn by the disciples of the lower ranks, and the Taoist priests who generally travel all over the world wear blue robes, mainly because the blue robes are dirt-resistant, and the practice of opening the altar is large, and the older ones wear yellow robes...... As for the green robe and the red robe...... Hey hey ......"

When Wen Cai said this, he showed an unfathomable expression.

Li Yan frowned and said, "Are the green robes and red robes particular? ”

"Yes." Wen Cai nodded and said: "The green robe is worn by the master, generally speaking, the Taoist priest who wears the green robe has a very important status in the sect, and the red robe is ...... It belongs to the Taoist priest of the Heavenly Master level and can wear it...... Therefore, there are only a few people in the world who are qualified to wear red robes and robes. ”

Now that he is a member of the Daomen, he naturally has to abide by the rules of the Daomen.

Thinking of this, Li Yan said: "Okay, then Uncle Wang will make a yellow robe uniform!" ”

"Holo ......"

Uncle Wang took the measuring tape and measured Li Yan.

While measuring, he said, "When do you want it?" ”

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Uncle Wang was stunned and said, "So urgent? ”

"If there is a Dharma service tomorrow night, we will have to prepare it in the afternoon, and this robe will have to be asked for tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

"Okay, I'll work today and help you make it."

"Thank you, uncle."

……

Nightfall.

Uncle Wang brought in a wooden plank and sealed the door of the tailor's shop.

After closing the doors and windows, a kerosene lamp was lit.

The dim light illuminates the room.

Under the light, Uncle Wang trembled, walked to the table, and took the Taoist robe that Li Yan had ordered today in his hand, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

Staring at the robe in his hand, Uncle Wang's face showed an evil smile.

Step by step, he slowly walked to the corner.

There was a handrail on the wall, and I saw him pull it with his hand.

With a "click", a three-foot-long and wide altar appeared.

On the altar, there is a statue of a god with a hideous and ugly face, holding a turtle in his left hand and a red ling in his right hand.

If Li Yan and the others saw it, they would probably be surprised.

This statue is exactly the same as the deity on the portrait hanging in Mr. Xu's house.

Inside the house, it was quiet, and the air seemed to be frozen, making people almost suffocated.

The faint candlelight, shining on the statue, looks more and more gloomy.

In the fog, the idol is like a netherworld, terrifying.

Uncle Wang let out a strange laugh, and the look on his face became weird, only to see him bite his fingertips, and blood flowed out.

He stretched out his hand, pressed the turtle in the hand of the idol, and muttered in his mouth: "Master Zu bless me, kill these people, and avenge the blood hatred for Xu Er and others...... I asked the sect to be on the verge of being cut off, and I spent half my life teaching four disciples, but I didn't expect ......"

The more Uncle Wang spoke, the more excited he became, and his words seemed to be filled with endless anger.

In the human world, there are many schools of magic.

The well-known two schools of Taoism and Buddhism, and the rest of the schools are gradually declining.

However, among these sects, there are still some sects with a lot of disciples, such as touching gold, lowering heads, ghost Gu, black witches, shamans, and horses......

And the Asking Guys, although they are the sects of ghosts and gods, their sect is the last among the many sects.

It's just that the cultivation method is too weird, and the physique of the body is very demanding, and it needs to be able to be possessed by ghosts.

Because of this, fewer and fewer people are willing to join this sect.

Uncle Wang, as the last heir of this Wen Ling faction, in order to prevent the sect from cutting off the incense, has been looking for protégés for decades, and finally cultivated Mr. Xu, Mr. Qin, Mr. Liu and Mr. Lu.

But I never thought of it......

"It's the disciple's fault, the disciple has always warned them not to reveal their identities and abuse their magic...... However, the disciples did not strictly regulate them, which caused such consequences......"

"But no matter what, they are my disciples after all, and I want to avenge them......"

Uncle Wang said to himself, and in the darkness, his face became more and more gloomy, as if there was a breath of death.

His thin, shriveled hand reached into his pocket, and he found a few slender embroidery needles.

I saw that he stained his own blood on the embroidery needle.

As soon as the blood touched the needle, it seemed to be devoured, and it sank into the needle.

The embroidery needle seems to become sharper and sharper, exuding a cold atmosphere.

Uncle Wang pressed the embroidery needle in his hand on the yellow robe.

"Whoosh"

A few embroidery needles disappeared into the robe.

Uncle Wang's eyes showed an almost evil light, and the candlelight shone on his face, which was gloomy and a little cold, as if he had come out of the abyss.

The night gradually darkened and became more and more silent......