Guan Long, Guan Hu, and Zhao Banxian on the wooden platform saw this scene, and their hearts were full of urgency, but they couldn't scream

The demon's fanged and fanged mouth reached its throat. Twelve's eyes closed, and he twitched instinctively. As soon as my throat hurts, I don't know anything when it's dark in front of my eyes.

At this time, the rune paper worn on Master Mao's wooden sword suddenly burned, and there was a thunderous roar, and a beam of golden dazzling sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, and the evil ghost who bit the throat of the twelve was so painful that he let go of his big mouth and raised his head and roared, and at this moment, a burst of black light with a faint thunder hit the back of the neck of this evil rakshasa, with an angry cold, with a terrifying murderous aura.

The demon suddenly felt this suffocating fear, and a numb sensation instantly spread from behind it to its brain, and its eyes widened and turned its head, and it only glanced at it.

The long black knife slashed into its left neck in an instant, and by the time it saw clearly that it was patriotic, the black knife was already embedded in its neck.

Patriotic drew his knife vigorously and prepared to cut again. But the knife was embedded in it and could not be pulled out.

The evil ghost dropped the twelve and pounced on the country. Aiguo held the knife in both hands and turned it hard in front of its neck, and the black knife swooped down the wound.

This knife seems to have life, and if you cut it in, you can't pull it out, but you are very happy to cut it in.

The last knife of patriotism directly cut off the head of the evil ghost. The demon's body fell, and white smoke was emitting from its skin. Looking at the entire wooden platform and the outside of the cave entrance, there were all evil rakshasas rolling on the ground, only a few tall evil rakshasas with thick limbs hesitated to look at the same kind rolling on the ground. Some knocked over the remaining oil lamps, and some touched the nails of the coffin that had not yet been stepped on, and these turned into bad water. The rest seems to be clean in a while.

There was a roar from the cave, and the remaining large rakshasas who were standing looked back at everyone and fled back to the cave as fast as bears in the forest.

Everyone rushed to Twelve, and Master Mao hurriedly touched Twelve's pulse and heartbeat. Looking at Twelve's throat again, blood was pouring out of the holes where several teeth had bitten out, and this blood was cyan. Just like the color of those evil rakshasa skins. Fortunately, I didn't bite the throat.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but when they looked at Twelve's arm again, their hearts tightened. Twelve's arms were still bleeding out, and the bare bones could be seen from the flesh wounds. The blood slowly became greener and greener, and Twelve's skin began to turn from yellow to blue.

Master Mao looked solemn and said to Guan Long and Guan Hu, "Carry him over," and then immediately returned to the altar and went to the big wooden box to take out a large satchel made of yellow cloth. I took out some bamboo tubes of different sizes from inside, opened the lids one by one, and placed them on the wooden platform. A strong smell of herbs popped out.

Guan Long and Guan Hu also carried twelve and placed them on the wooden platform.

Master Mao quickly took out a cloth bag from his bag and threw it to Zhao Banxian. Zhao Banxian grabbed a handful of glutinous rice from the cloth bag and stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewing it quickly. Make a rattling sound. Patriotic They looked at Zhao Banxian, then at Master Mao, and then at Twelve with concern. I really don't know if Twelve will survive. Only in my heart I kept praying for Guanyin Bodhisattva, asking the Bodhisattva to bless the twelve.

Master Mao tore a strip of cloth, tied the twelve arms to stop the bleeding, and used his hands to pick out some medicinal mud into a few bamboo tubes, kneaded them together, and pressed them on the twelve wounds.

This time he woke up in pain, and in the confusion, he only felt the pain and began to struggle, and Master Mao shouted, "Hold him."

Guan Long and Aiguo hurriedly pressed Twelve's shoulders and arms, Guan Hu held Twelve's feet with both hands, but Twelve kept struggling, Guan Hu couldn't hold it down, so he simply wrapped his hands and arms around Twelve's legs, and the whole person knelt and pressed Twelve.

Twelve was still struggling, but after the mud was applied to the wound, it was no longer bleeding. Master Mao took off the footcloth from his feet and wrapped it around his twelve arms as a bandage. Zhao Banxian also put the glutinous rice paste chewed in his mouth on the wound on the twelve necks.

After the glutinous rice was applied, a large amount of cyan blood flowed out of the wound. The glutinous rice paste slowly turned black. Zhao Banxian continued to put glutinous rice in his mouth, and chewed the glutinous rice into rice cereal. Twelve changed the rice cereal until bright red blood flowed out of the wound, and then Master Mao applied the medicine mud to the wound, and bandaged Twelve's neck with the footcloth of the other foot, and Twelve stopped struggling to sleep.

Master Mao breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up and looked at everyone, and then looked at the messy wooden platform.

The circle is broken.

Master Mao stood up, sat on the box, looked at the wreckage of the circle, and pondered. Everyone's face is not very good. Aiguo wanted to ask about Master Mao's injury, but he didn't dare to ask when he saw Master Mao sitting there with a calm face. Zhao Banxian nodded to Aiguo, meaning that Twelve was not in danger of life. Only then did a little smile appear on the patriotic face, then it was relieved.

Xiujuan, where are you and what are you doing? Dad, are you crossing with the villagers in Aconitum?

There was a gust of wind on the mountain, the trees in the distance kept shaking, and the candles on the altar jumped and jumped. Guan Long and Guan Hu sat on the side, silently adding iron sand to the shotgun. Master Mao still looked at the wooden platform motionlessly.

After the patriotic look at the twelve injuries, everyone was very dull. His hands were stuck in Guan Long's neck and shook for a while, "Did you shoot me just now, didn't you, I'm going to strangle you." Guan Long's face was ashamed, and Guan Hu was beside him to help, "If my brother hadn't shot just now, we would have burned you with incense and paper now."

"Who fired the second shot, hit the arm and the leg?"

"Just hit the head directly, lest you bite Lu Dongbin now" Zhao Banxian picked at the broken glutinous rice stuck between his teeth on the side, generally helping Guan Hu to squeeze out patriotism.

Guan Hu said, "The gun in the back of me is aimed at the head, why is my hand trembling, and the shot is crooked."

Aiguo punched Guan Hu with a fist, "Why don't you take out the iron sand for me quickly," he said and took off his clothes and asked Guan Hu to get the iron sand for him.

This iron sand shotgun is scattered, and is generally used by hunters to hunt birds and rabbits. It also has a strong lethality against beasts at close range, but it can't be done at a distance. The middle shot is the most powerful, and if the iron sand on the side shoots out, it won't be much lethal to the body if it pierces the clothes.

Guan Hu used a knife to carry the iron sand for Aiguo, and said to Aiguo that it was thrilling just now, and it was useless for his brother to shoot the evil ghost, and it was Zhao Banxian who wiped the little blood left in the wooden basin soaked in hemp rope on the muzzle of Guan Hu's shotgun, and this shot hit the back of the evil ghost to solve it. While jokingly praising patriotism, your blood is about to catch up with the power of the plane's artillery.

Master Mao was not afraid at all when he saw these young people, he was still talking and laughing, and he secretly admired the perseverance of these young people. If these young people were on the battlefield, they would definitely be able to make a name for themselves.

Master Mao stood up, and what should be faced is still to be faced.

The incense inserted in the altar is about to be burned, so a pillar of incense is renewed.

Then he took out a bamboo tube that he usually used to drink water, picked up the three teacups offered on the altar, poured a little water into each teacup in the bamboo tube, and burned three charms in the bamboo tube. Master Mao shook the bamboo tube, took a sip and handed it to Zhao Banxian, let everyone drink a little, Zhao Banxian told the patriotic that this is to prevent them from having time to pull out the poison after being bitten, and drinking this talisman water, as long as it does not exceed twelve hours after being bitten, it can be cured. If the poison is not pulled out after twelve hours, it is easy to be transformed.

Aiguo took the bamboo tube and drank it, although it tasted weird in his mouth, but he still drank a few more sips. After drinking, he handed the bamboo tube to Guan Long.

Master Mao looked at a few people lightly.

Aiguo, Guan Long, Guan Hu, and Zhao Banxian also looked at Master Mao, and waited for Master Mao to speak.

"Guan Long, you and Guan Hu cut those bamboos, don't cut the bamboo joints, cut the bamboo body diagonally, and then sharpen the sharp ends. The other end has to be cut like this, you know?"

Seeing that Guan Long and Guan Hu were a little dazed, Master Mao walked to the pile of bamboos that Twelve had brought back, picked up a bamboo and cut it from the middle, cutting it into a two-person tall bamboo pole. Then stand on the bamboo pole on the ground, bend down and cut it diagonally with a firewood knife at the bottom end of the bamboo pole, and cut the other end of the bamboo into a sharp bevel. Then I made a few more gentle cuts with a wood knife to sharpen the end. Then he handed it to Guan Long and the two of them to see. Guan Long Guan Hu nodded and went to cut bamboo.

Master Mao explained again, "Sharpen both ends, each bamboo pole should be two people high, and make a few shelves that can hold the bamboo poles."

"Well, got it, Master Mao"

Master Mao said to Zhao Banxian again, "Zhao Mu, you have cleaned up the magic circle." ”

After Master Mao finished speaking, he picked up the long black knife.

Master Mao looked at the black knife and said regretfully, "If it weren't for the mana that broke the sun and broke my thunderbolt knife, you would have been able to cut off the head of that evil rakshasa with the first knife just now." ”

After speaking, he held a long knife in his right hand, and walked to the entrance of the cave with the remaining half-sack coffin nails in his left hand, and Aiguo followed behind Master Mao. Only then did I know that the knife was called thunderbolt, no wonder there was a faint thunder when it danced. I was about to ask Master Mao about the origin of this knife.

Master Mao said to Aiguo as he walked, "That Shurakshasa also gave us time, otherwise the remaining evil rakshasas just now rushed over, and it would be enough for us to bear." ”

When I was about to reach the entrance of the cave, I heard the sound of crisp metal hitting the stone from the cave, which was the sound of copper coins scattered on the ground being kicked against the cave wall, and it seemed that there was an evil rakshasa in the cave entrance.

Master Mao handed the sack to Aiguo, asked Aiguo to insert coffin nails one by one on the ground, and guarded the cave with a long knife.

There was nothing to do, and the ground was covered with more than a hundred coffin nails.

On the wooden platform, Zhao Banxian also moved the remaining oil lamps and incense arrays aside, and those that had already fallen were directly kicked off the wooden platform. Although this circle is broken, the lamps and incense that welcome the 36 heavenly nights cannot be artificially extinguished. If you put it aside and extinguish it, you don't need to continue it.

Guan Long and Guan Hu also cut more than 20 bamboo poles, and then took the bamboo poles of the 36 banners to cut, some of the bamboo poles were dried bamboo poles brought from the village, and they were cut with a knife twice, Guan Long wrapped the broken bamboo poles around the rags, smeared with meat oil to make more than 20 long torches, and inserted them around the wooden platform and in the rocks outside the cave, and made a few short torches for backup. At night in the mountains, it is dark and you can't see anything, you can't see your fingers, Guan Long Guan Hu often goes deep into the primeval forest to hunt, knowing that there is a bright fire at night to see the movement of prey and enemies.

Guan Hu repaired the wooden platform under the wooden platform, which was trampled on by so many evil rakshasas, and the mountain under the wooden platform had just landslided, and it was already a little shaky.

Master Mao saw that Guan Long and Guan Hu knew what to do, and nodded, very happy and anxious, but he couldn't put this anxiety on his face.

At that moment, he Aiguo carried these two dozen bamboo poles to the chicken coop.

Master Mao said to Aiguo: "This chicken was originally going to be used to drive the souls of these evil rakshasas back to the underworld. But the black dogs ran away, and only their blood was used, and the rooster's blood was also an extremely yang thing. But it's worse than the black dog blood, only by using your Wukui nobleman's blood as an introduction to increase the positivity of this chicken blood, maybe you can restrain the Shurakshasa . It's not too late to get rid of these demons and do more. ”

"Master Mao, how can this chicken blood also be an extreme yang thing" Aiguo asked incomprehensibly.

Master Mao put down the bamboo pole, looked at Aiguo lovingly and said, "In the traditional five elements, the chicken belongs to the yang, the snake belongs to the yin, and the rooster can defeat the poisonous snake." From this point of view, the rooster's blood positive is not weak, the centipede is also yang, the centipede can overcome the snake, and the chicken can overcome the centipede. From this point of view, the rooster is the extreme yang, and the sun is the anode of the stars in the sky, and of course the moon is the cathode. And the rooster can call the sunrise. In particular, the cry is high, the body is huge, and the cockscomb is red but does not fall, such chickens, which are masculine and heavy, can cure ghosts and monsters. Moreover, the chicken is the descendant of the phoenix, one of our Taoist five spirit animals, and the chicken blood of the majestic rooster can also improve the mana of Taoist spells."

The explanation of the vernacular mixed with ancient texts in these words made Zhao Banxian on the side envious, and the master had never reasoned with him in such detail.

Master Mao lined up the bamboo poles, leaned on the big chicken coop, grabbed a big rooster directly from the chicken coop, pinched the chicken head and swiped the chicken neck to the sharp bevel on the bamboo pole. The chicken blood spurted out, and Master Mao directly put the chicken blood into the first bamboo tube at the top of the bamboo pole, and the chicken blood of a chicken also put three bamboo poles. Master Mao left four chickens, and the others were all bled out, and only a dozen bamboo poles were filled with chicken blood. Master Mao slowly shouted "patriotic"

Aiguo understood, so he stretched out his hand to Master Mao.

Master Mao took out the knife again, and the knife slashed at the patriotic finger. Aiguo's body tightened, then there was pain, and blood flowed out again, this time Master Mao only scratched Aiguo's fingers and dropped a few drops in each bamboo tube.

Aiguo asked Master Mao, why only this little blood this time.

Master Mao said that if there is black dog blood, you need a little more of your blood, such a combination of mana is powerful, and the extreme yang qi can break the evil spirit. But now that you only have chicken blood, don't waste human blood, after all, too much blood is not good for people. After speaking, Master Mao put some cinnabar in each bamboo tube, and burned two talismans on each bamboo tube, and the paper ash fell into the bamboo tube. More than a dozen bamboo poles have blood talismans in them.

"Don't turn these bamboo poles upside down, this talisman can slow down the coagulation of chicken blood", Zhao Banxian also began to guide the future junior disciple he thought was coming.

Everyone did their own thing, and they all came to help Master Mao carry the bamboo pole containing the blood talisman to the outside of the cave. Master Mao inserted the bamboo poles into the soil one by one, then fixed them with stones, and then used the finished bamboo frame to erect the bamboo poles. Diagonally pointed the tip with the blood charm at the hole. The so-called shelf is actually two bamboo poles crossed together, and then tied with bamboo skin and inserted on the ground. Then place the bamboo pole at the intersection of the shelves.

More than a dozen bamboo poles sealed the entrance to the cave. If the demon jumps out of the hole again, it will hit itself with a sharp head.

Aiguo picked up the remaining seven or eight bamboo poles that were not filled with chicken blood and returned to the wooden platform, "Dalong, you see that this bamboo pole is quite handy."

Guan Long picked up the bamboo pole and danced twice, "Well, the length is very appropriate, the two ends are still very sharp, you can stab, you can pick, if several people form a stick formation together, even if a big bear pounces on him, he will be stabbed to death." ”

Master Mao said, "There's nothing you can use, just use this bamboo pole." After speaking, he picked up the red pen and danced on the four bamboo poles, wrote a few spells, and lifted the red pen to rub some cinnabar on the tips of the four bamboos, and told everyone to rest. A few people went to hold a few large stones on the wooden platform and sat on the stones to rest.

Master Mao carried four paper figures and put them on the wooden platform, and first stuffed the remaining thunder bombs into the body of the paper figures. Then a talisman was pasted on the forehead of each of the paper figures, and a talisman was also attached to the heads of each of the remaining four roosters, and the roosters stood still, as if they had been made into specimens.

Before Master Mao returned to the altar, he began to worship Beidou again with a peachwood sword in his hand, only to see Master Mao cross left, jump right, reflexively, and walk diagonally, a peachwood sword danced loudly, Bu Gang returned to the altar, put down the peachwood sword, pinched a sword trick in one hand and shook the copper bell with the other, and sang the scriptures with his eyes slightly closed.

Patriotic They didn't know what Master Mao was going to do, and they all looked at Zhao Banxian. Zhao Banxian quietly told them that the master was singing the Soul Sutra. This soul sutra is generally used at the end of the conjuring. Now he doesn't know what the master is going to do.

At this moment, the scriptures were sung. Master Mao pulled out a token on the altar and threw it on the paper figures, and suddenly the four paper figures moved. Look at the four chickens standing in the coop, all of them fell down at once.

Master Mao also came over to sit on the wooden box to rest, and the sun was red again at dusk. Guan Long opened the dinner for everyone to eat to fill their stomachs, and the dinner was still the leftover flatbread and boiled taro at noon.

I fought twice today and killed so many evil rakshasas. A few young people were excited to eat and chat. Master Mao stopped eating two taro and sat on a large wooden box to rest.

★ Note: Zhu pen - is the Taoist priest used to draw talismans stained with cinnabar red lacquer.

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