Mu Yi's courage is definitely not small, when he was mixed with Lao Dao, he even slept in mass graves.

Picking up the axe used to cut trees two days ago at the door of the house, Mu Yi quietly opened the door and walked towards the main hall with his feet on his feet.

The moon was thick tonight, and through the surrounding doors and windows, I could barely see the scene in the main hall.

In the center of the main hall, a tall figure stood.

Suddenly seeing this figure, Mu Yi's heart suddenly rose, although he couldn't see the face of the figure clearly, and even a little far away, Mu Yi still felt that the tail vertebrae were numb instantly, and then a chill rushed to the top of his head.

Then the figure flickered, and came to Mu Yi's face, Mu Yi only smelled a foul smell, and then his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

The next day, it wasn't until three poles in the morning that Mu Yi got up from the ground.

He touched his body first, but he didn't find a wound, but there was still some pain in the back of his head, and at the same time, the scene that happened last night also came to mind.

At that time, the shadow was too fast, and even a little too fast to look like a person, it was not that he had never seen the so-called masters of the rivers and lakes, but he had never seen it to such an extent.

And he remembered that when he was unconscious, he clearly smelled a foul smell, which was even familiar to him, which was the corpse odor that only forms after a person dies after decay.

Then, Mu Yi looked towards the main hall again, only to see that the statue of the mountain god fell to the ground at this moment, his body had been cracked, and only his head disappeared.

The loud response he had heard last night must have been from the idol.

But who would go after a statue for no reason? Could it be that there is something hidden in the head of the statue? Otherwise, why is there no head?

But as long as he thought of the stench he smelled last night, Mu Yi felt that things were not as simple as he thought.

And yesterday was the first seven of the old way, so he couldn't help but think about it too much.

With a lot of thoughts, Mu Yi came to the grave of Lao Dao.

Just at a glance, Mu Yi's heart was raised, in the grave of the old road, some soil was new, and there were even a few more footprints that did not belong to him.

Mu Yi took a deep breath, but he didn't act rashly, but turned around and left directly.

Subsequently, Mu Yi hurried down the mountain and did not come back with a large bag until after noon.

Mu Yi returned to the room with the big bag on his back and opened it.

A stack of yellow paper, three or five brushes, a box of high-quality cinnabar, a bottle of black dog blood, a ball of red rope, two catties of glutinous rice, seven concentrating copper mirrors, more than a dozen thick candles, and a lot of copper coins and some small bells exchanged from the land temple at the foot of the mountain, and finally a wooden sword that looks a little old.

Being able to buy these things in the small town under the mountain, Mu Yi was already very content, especially the wooden sword, which was made of high-quality peach wood, and it was an old thing. The wooden sword alone had almost exhausted his savings, and by the time he had bought everything, he would be penniless.

Fortunately, Mu Yi bought enough oil, salt, rice and noodles two days ago, enough to live for a while.

In the eyes of the world, the Taoist priest is specialized in catching ghosts, Mu Yi has followed the old way for so many years, and the practice of catching ghosts is not once or twice, so he is also familiar with the way, although he has never caught a ghost, and he doesn't know what a ghost looks like, but every time, the old way is very serious.

Coupled with the events of last night, and the knowledge in his mind, Mu Yi instinctively did this, although he didn't know whether it would be useful or not.

Mu Yi hurriedly ate two mouthfuls of last night's leftovers and began to get busy, he first divided the glutinous rice into two, half soaked in the basin, half sprinkled around the house, and even did not let go of the main hall.

Then Mu Yi used red thread to thread the copper coins and bells together, and hung them on the windows and doors, especially at the temple entrance, which was even denser.

However, this is just the beginning, Mu Yi arranged the seven concentrating bronze mirrors above the main hall according to the position of the Big Dipper, and after careful adjustment, the seven mirrors were aligned with a point.

The dozen or so candles were also placed in the main hall by Mu Yi according to the Nine Palaces Bagua, and once they were lit, the seven mirrors above would gather these lights and point to the center.

After doing these well, Mu Yi blocked the mirror with a black cloth again, but made a small mechanism, once touched, the black cloth will be revealed, after all, the killing move can only be used at the most critical moment, and no one will be fooled if it is exposed there all the time.

It's a pity that this center is confined and can't be moved, which makes Mu Yi somewhat regretful.

In the end, Mu Yi put half a bowl of blood on the black dog, mixed it with glutinous rice water and cinnabar, stirred it well, and turned it into ink.

In fact, since the old Taoist taught Mu Yi to read, drawing this kind of thing has become his job, for this reason, he has not been beaten by the old way, although he feels that his painting is only a little worse than the old way, and it can be used, but the old way is so strict that it is outrageous.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and after exercising day after day, Mu Yi can draw talismans even with his eyes closed, but even so, he will only have five and a half kinds of talismans.

They are fortune, self-protection, exorcism, town house, demon slashing, as for the half is the five thunder charms.

After Mu Yi burned incense and cleaned his hands, he took a few deep breaths and suppressed the impetuousness in his heart, perhaps because of the lack of follow, Mu Yi was unprecedentedly serious this time, and he felt that his spirit and spirit were showing signs of sublimation.

Holding the pen, dipping the ink, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and in an instant, a talisman appeared in front of Mu Yi.

Even until the talisman was drawn, Mu Yi didn't react, just blindly looked at the talisman in a daze.

This is a talisman, Mu Yi didn't know how many he had drawn before, even if he closed his eyes, he could draw it perfectly, but this time, Mu Yi looked at this talisman and had a very strange feeling, but he couldn't say the specific reason, compared with the previous talismans, the one in front of him seemed to look more natural and harmonious.

Mu Yi shook his head vigorously, pressed down the clutter in his heart, and continued to draw.

Three amulets, ten exorcism talismans, and ten demon slaying talismans.

This is Mu Yi's final achievement, it's not that he doesn't want to draw more, but the mind consumed by drawing talismans is too great, and there may be actions at night, so he needs to set aside enough mental and physical strength.

I don't know why, Mu Yi's subsequent painting of the talisman no longer has the feeling of the first one, although it is still very standard, and even compared with the previous one, it can be called excellent, but once compared with the first one, I suddenly felt that there was a gap.

It's a pity that now Lao Dao is dead, and no one has explained to him and told him the reason.

Mu Yi thought about it, and put the first talisman on his chest with great care, as for the ten exorcism talismans and the ten demon slaying talismans, he put them in the left and right pockets.

In the end, Mu Yi came to the main hall and began to get busy, until the sun slowly went down.

After dinner, Mu Yi lay down on the bed with his clothes on, the axe was placed within reach of the bed, and the peach wood sword hung on his waist, and then he closed his eyes and let out a slight breath from the end of his nose.

"Goo...... Cuckoo. ”

"Goo...... Cuckoo. ”

A night owl laugh woke Mu Yi up, in fact, he didn't sleep deeply, as long as there was a little wind and grass outside, he could wake up.

After waking up, Mu Yi leaned on the window and looked, and according to the position of the moon, he basically judged that it appeared at about the same time, that is, from nine to eleven o'clock at night.

Although he knew there was something called a pocket watch, it wasn't something he could afford.

Mu Yi washed his face with cold water, and then quietly came to the main hall with an axe, although the main hall could barely be seen at this moment, there was still an eerie feeling.

Finally, Mu Yi crouched in the shadow of the corner near the temple entrance and tried to breathe as lightly as possible.

Time passed little by little, and the laughter of night owls could be heard from time to time outside, as if to symbolize some kind of ominous imminent coming.

"Jingle bell!"