On the 15th day of July, the door of the underworld is opened, and hundreds of ghosts travel, avoiding night travel.

The night was as dark as ink, the stars were dim, and the clouds covered the moon.

Suburb of X City, Butterfly Ridge.

Dense trees spread down from the top of the mountain, leaving only a sheep's gut path for people to go up the mountain. From time to time, a few hoarse crows were heard from the tall pines and cypresses, rendering the atmosphere in the forest more and more terrifying.

On the fifteenth day of July, the bird of death cries louder than usual.

In the shade of the mountains, an ordinary mound was built by someone who did not know who built it. If a feng shui master sees the location of this acupoint, he will be envious, but he will not dare to think about it.

There are clouds in the "Book of Burial": the mountain has four potentials, and the qi comes from all directions. This cave is the famous soul cave, the first burial, infinite blessings, the later burial, disaster to the descendants.

There was a figure kneeling in front of the tomb, two white ashes were burning next to the stone tablet in front of the tomb, and yellow symbols with distorted characters were thrown into the fire by the kneeling person.

The distorted fireworks illuminated the faces of the kneeling men, the bald head was beardless, the slender inverted triangular eyes showed a hint of ferocious light from time to time, and the tall hooked nose of the eagle was full of meat. If he is allowed to play the villain, he can basically do it without makeup.

After burning the talisman in his hand, the man kowtowed three times to the grave.

Then he got up cleanly, stared at the low burial bag, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

The voice is dull and hoarse, and ordinary people will feel bad after listening to it.

"Teacher, I think you still don't want to see me as a rebel, but this time the disciple has something important to say. Disturb your sleep, and I hope to forgive the disciple once.

You know that I was devoted to the Dao, but he taught me to cultivate before I died, and forced me to make a Taoist vow and follow the precepts of self-observance. If I hadn't found someone to abolish my junior brother's Qi Sea Dantian, probably you wouldn't have passed on my true recipe to help me cultivate my mana before you died.

Evil bones are natural, and people hate ghosts and abandon them.

If you cultivate the Tao, the road ahead will be bumpy, your mind will be extreme, and you will be prone to cause and effect.

This is a record of my face from your relics, and it also solves the confusion I have been thinking about.

You taught me the Tao but did not teach magic techniques, and you also used the rules and regulations in the body ring to restrain me, I have to say that you are thoughtful.

'Thou shalt not harm anyone's life, seek ill-gotten gains, or commit evil......

The Nine Precepts and Eighteen Chapters have blocked all my paths, and perhaps you would prefer me to be an ordinary person with magical powers. Helping you pass on your teacher is my only destiny.

However, the avenue is fifty, and the sky is forty-nine, and I finally found the loophole.

Today is a total lunar eclipse that is rare in a century, and it is the Midyear Festival.

On this good day, I will tell you a good news. The disciple obtained the Xuanyin Ghost Child refining method passed down by Yuanyin's predecessors by chance.

Now I have prepared all the materials, you can rest assured, all the expenses are the wages I have accumulated from my part-time work and the exchange for helping people find the dragon points, all of which are hard-earned money, no ill-gotten gains, and no violation of the nine precepts and eighteen articles.

It has been five years since I got this trick, and the disciple has finally collected all the materials, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still wants to complete the refining of the ghost boy under your witness.

Shang Biao grinned after speaking, as if he saw the strange old man pick up the thorn strip again, and he was angry and ready to whip him.

After laughing, Shang Biao opened a black porcelain jar in his travel bag, revealing the foul-smelling powder inside. He took out a fruit knife from his bag, closed his eyes and slashed at his palm.

The red blood continued to flow into the black porcelain altar, and after five minutes, he expected that the amount of blood would be enough, so he sprayed the wound with hemostatic spray and wrapped it around a bandage.

After the powder in the porcelain jar sucked Shang Biao's blood, it was like boiling water, and it was bubbling with red and black bubbles.

All kinds of bones in the backpack next to him, Zhu Yu powder, rotting corpse mud, coffin bottom soil, gloomy wood and other materials were thrown into the black porcelain altar one by one.

After these materials were submerged in it, they melted easily, and the small porcelain jar did not overflow with things several times its capacity.

Seeing that the talisman liquid was ready, Shang Biao took out a simple brush made of his hair and ribs from his backpack, stretched it into the porcelain altar, dipped the tip of the pen in some turbid liquid, and then began to write and write on the ground.

The liquid in the porcelain jar keeps decreasing, and when the last stroke is finished, it is just time to consume it.

Looking at his skillful appearance, it didn't look like the first time he had drawn this Xuanyin Refining Ghost Array.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch, and it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, and according to the Astronomical Daily, the once-in-a-century total lunar eclipse would begin at twelve o'clock sharp.

Shang Biao waited for a while, and when the three pointers overlapped, he looked up at the moon, and the full moon that was originally hidden by dark clouds was now revealed, and a trace of shadow appeared above the bright moon.

When the lunar eclipse began, Shang Biao calmed down his excitement and bowed to the mound again. Then he stepped on Yu, pinched his hands, and read ghost words indistinctly in his mouth.

The candle that had been burning seemed to be doused with gasoline, and the flame burst out of the old height and burned rapidly.

As Shang Biao's gloomy ghost words kept reading, bursts of strange fluctuations filled the surroundings, and green phosphorus fires appeared out of thin air, appearing above the formation diagram, and the children's voice was like a crying voice throughout the world.

Everything was weird and gloomy, even though Shang Biao was mentally prepared, and suddenly saw this scene, his heartbeat accelerated a little, but his expression was not at all like being frightened, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked strangely hideous.

"Forgiveness: Yin and evil converge, all ghosts return to their places, life blends, and the valley is wide open"

Shang Biao recited a spell in his mouth, made a sword finger in his hand and bit his fingertips, guiding his meager mana to mix into the blood and draw talismans out of thin air.

A moment later, a blood-red evil spirit rune hovered in the center of the formation.

After doing all this, Shang Biao finally gave up his insistence and slumped on the ground, looking at his masterpiece excitedly.

It looked like he was excited to see the young men and women who were new parents in the hospital.

At this time, the bright moon in the sky had been completely swallowed by the darkness, and the blood talisman was suspended in mid-air to absorb the vitality and ghost energy contained in the formation. When the silver moon reappears, the next moon power is drawn from the sky.

The yin qi around the blood talisman surged, and Shang Biao's eyes couldn't see exactly how it was evolving inside.

At this point, everything can only be handed over to the heavens, not to mention that a few wisps of mana in his body were consumed when he drew the talisman, even if his master was alive, it would not affect the birth of the ghost boy in the formation at this time.

When the full moon returned, the surroundings were calm again, and the blood talisman in the array had turned into an egg-shaped mist. The power of Xuanyin, the moonlight, and the ghost qi are filled in it, blending and repelling each other.

"Master, did you see that? The Xuanyin Ghost Child is about to be born, and I will definitely go further in the path and surpass you and the Yuanyin predecessors. ”

Shang Biao's arrogant words seemed to infuriate the unknown existence in the underworld, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck in the tumbling mist.