With that, I stomped my right foot on the ground and stretched the spirit banner towards the paper-pierced house.

In an instant, the paper house was on fire, and the fire was very strong, just like dry wood meeting a blazing fire.

As soon as I saw this, I circled around the paper-tied house seven times and read: "One seal of the Oriental Jiayi Wood, the descendants will eat Tianlu from generation to generation." As I spoke, I motioned for the tall guy to set off a firecracker.

Qing Xuanzi, who was not far away, saw me shouting here, and the voice of his night song was several tens of decibels, and now it is very strange to think of this, the sound of his night song is actually with the 'snort, pop' sound when the paper room is burning, entangled together, composed into a very peculiar tune, which is very comfortable to listen to.

It wasn't until later that I learned that the night songs sung by Qing Xuanzi were more special, which happened to complement Yin Qi, but the 'night songs' he sang were not Taoist, but another sect.

It is worth mentioning that the paper house on my side burned very strongly, and Qing Xuanzi's night song was also sung very loudly, but the various people encountered some difficulties.

At first, I didn't know that they were in trouble, until Mr. Fan shouted, "Oh no, there are lonely ghosts coming to rob the house, and I didn't look in that direction."

At this glance, my brows furrowed, and I saw that under the illumination of the moonlight, the faces of those people were a little pale, the sweat on their foreheads was like rain, and the movements on their hands were unusually slow, as if they had to exert all their strength with every whip.

As soon as I saw this situation, I secretly said that it was not good, so I shouted in that direction: "Which ghost who does not open his eyes dares to come to Lao Tzu's Yin Qi to make trouble!" ”

When the high-ranking guy on the side saw me shouting like this, he immediately came to his senses, and shouted with my voice, which ghost who doesn't open his eyes dares to come to Lao Tzu's Yin Qi to make trouble. In unison, the sound was like a bell, which shook my eardrums a little.

As soon as the voice fell, the various people seemed to be a lot easier at hand, and the speed of the whipping was also faster, my heart was relieved, and I continued to shout, which ghost who didn't open his eyes dared to come to Lao Tzu's Yin Qi to make trouble, and the eight immortals of the high guy followed my voice, and they spoke in unison.

In this way, we shouted seven times in a row, and the faces of those people were slightly better.

I thought that this shout could suppress those ghosts, but when I shouted for the eighth time, there was suddenly an inexplicable feeling of oppression, which made me breathe a little shorter, and I wanted to speak, but suddenly poured a breath of yin wind.

Made, I cursed in my heart, exhaled a few breaths, and was about to speak, when I saw that the fire suddenly changed direction, tilting to the west, I thought it was windy, and reached out to probe, but there was no wind at all.

Just when I was stunned, the fire gradually became smaller, and there was a faint tendency to extinguish. I was a little panicked in my heart, if this fire was extinguished, it would mean that Yin Qi would die on the first seal.

At that moment, I hurriedly shouted to the eight immortals, "Quick, quick, quickly surround the paper house of the Heavenly Pivot." ”

Shouting this, I walked to the paper house with an arrow step, and lit the spirit flag in my hand on the house a few times, the strange thing is that even if the spirit flag is next to the house, I can't light it, and even the fire on the spirit flag is much smaller.

To be honest, I was a little scared, I was afraid that Yin Qi would fail in this ring, so I turned around and looked at Mr. Fan, who was whipping the willow branches, and didn't have time to take care of me.

What to do? What to do? What went wrong? Could it be that the ghost in Mr. Fan's mouth has crossed all kinds of ways and come to the side of the paper?

Thinking of this, I looked around, it was normal, and the temperature didn't change much, shouldn't it?

At this moment, the eight immortals came over and surrounded the paper-tied house, but even so, the fire was getting smaller and smaller.

At this time, I was completely shaken, and threw my eyes for help to Qing Xuanzi, he was busy singing night songs, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the situation on my side, what should I do? What to do? I'm so anxious, when I encounter this kind of thing, is there something wrong?

I pinched my thigh hard to calm myself down quickly, and stared at the paper house, did it get wet from the rain on those days? Probably not, if it was wet, the fire just now should not be so vigorous, so what went wrong?

Is it a lack of etiquette? It shouldn't be, these days I knocked on the side and asked Mr. Fan Yin Qi, from his mouth I know the specific steps of Yin Qi, there is not much difference from what I thought of Yin Qi, but there are some etiquette differences, I have done everything according to his wishes, there will be absolutely no problems.

But if etiquette is fine, what's going on?

After thinking about it for a while, I didn't have any clue at all, I could only watch as the fire became less and less. Made, who really proved that ancient poem, threw it into the mud and listened to Shen, and couldn't sigh three times to cause deep sorrow.

There is a good saying, the more anxious a person is, the more his IQ plummets, just like looking for something on weekdays, turning the house upside down, and not finding it, but in the end he finds that the thing he is looking for is in front of him.

And I belong to this kind of person, no, I was in a hurry, and I didn't even figure out the most basic Yin Qi, but the senior guy on the side reminded me, he said: "Chen Baxian, is it the reason why we didn't wear white?" ”

As soon as I heard this, I looked around, and I saw the eight immortals and all kinds of people, all dressed in red and green, how could they look like they were mourning, and even the most basic white hemp was not tied together.

It's no wonder that they have been in this funeral for a long time, a full ten days, and second, the deceased has no relatives, where is there anyone to wear linen and filial piety for him, and everyone forgets to tie white linen.

At that moment, I hurriedly asked the senior guy if he had brought Bai Ma here? He thought for a moment and said, "I think I brought it." ”

After speaking, he walked towards the coffin, and after a while, he walked over with a bundle of white linen in his hand, and said, "There are not many white linen prepared in the Walking Horse Village, only about 20 pieces, I don't know if it is enough." ”

I nodded, took out a strip of white linen, and said, "First tie a piece of white linen on the arm of those people from all kinds of families, and give the rest to the eight immortals, and the eight immortals who don't have white linen, let them go back to the village to rest first." ”

After speaking, I remembered that Lao Wang seemed to be drinking high and resting on the side, so I hurriedly stopped the senior guy who was about to leave, and said, "Let those eight immortals who don't have white hemp take Lao Wang back, don't let him have an accident." ”

He hummed and walked over to the various men, who could not stop because they were whipping the willow branches. Therefore, it took a lot of effort to tie the white linen, and it took about three or four minutes to tie the white hemp to the arms of all kinds of people.

The senior guy over there was making white hemp, and I was not idle here, I first tied the white hemp on my right arm, and then bowed three times to the east and west, and said something apologetic.

With this done, I looked at the paper house, and an incredible scene appeared.