As the clock ticked by, midnight soon arrived. The courtyard instantly fell silent.

Seeing that the time had come, Cen Fan walked to the altar, held a piece of rune paper between his fingers, and silently recited the mantra, and then the rune paper spontaneously combusted.

After the rune paper burned out, Cen Fan picked up the peachwood sword on the table again and crossed the altar with a somersault. After landing, Cen Fan gave Qingxuan and Zhang Ziyi a look.

At this time, Qing Xuan and Zhang Ziyi, one of them raised a spirit flag and waved it on both sides.

Seeing the two waving the spirit flag, Cen Fan also picked up the peachwood sword and waved it in place, and about a minute later, Cen Fan returned to the altar. Pick up the bell and shake it while silently reciting the mantra.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and a black figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard. The figure seemed to teleport, flashed three or five times, and then came to the altar.

Looking at the man in front of him with his feet off the ground and wearing a white shroud, several people in the corner suddenly became nervous, staring at the altar tremblingly.

At this time, Cen Fan stopped the movement in his hand and said to himself: "How can you attract such a thing!" There is no chin. ”

Before Cen Fan could speak, the man in front of him knelt on the ground and said, "My lord! Can I go over it for the grass people? I've been wandering around for over a hundred years. After speaking, he knelt on the spot and kowtowed a few times.

Seeing the man calling him an adult, Cen Fan made his voice thicker, pointed at the man and said, "This official looks at you, it's not a local ghost, right?" Say! How did you die, why haven't you been reincarnated for so long. ”

"My lord! The grass people were killed by a demon Dao. The man replied tremblingly.

"Then why can't you be reincarnated?"

"Originally, the grass people could be reincarnated normally after death, but the demon path was very hateful, and I don't know what evil magic he used. pressed a yellow talisman under the coffin of the grass people, so that the grass people have never had the opportunity to be reincarnated. The grass was a coachman before his death, and he never returned anyone! The man began to cry.

After listening to the man's crying, Cen Fan thought about it and felt that this person was pitiful, so he decided to help him overdue.

After Cen Fan overtook the man, he recited the mantra again, picked up the bell and continued to summon the spirit. The bell shook for a while, and a black shadow appeared at the door, and the black shadow slowly walked into the courtyard. When he approached, Cen Fan was overjoyed, this person wearing a black shroud was the woman's husband.

But like a fool, the spirit walked around the courtyard and then to the door, intending to leave.

Seeing the situation, Cen Fan picked up another piece of rune paper and read it silently, then burned the rune paper, and then picked up the bell and shook it.

Hearing the sound of the bell, the soul that had just walked out of the courtyard turned around and walked back. Cen Fan rang the bell and walked towards the coffin.

As if controlled, the soul followed Cen Fan into the mourning hall and came to the coffin.

Cen Fan quickly put away the bell and silently recited the mantra. Then the spirit floated up and sat in the coffin, just as he was about to lie down.

There was a sudden scream outside, and the frightened soul instantly floated out. When Cen Fan chased him out, he saw that the soul was drifting towards the door. At this time, in the corner of the courtyard, a female ghost in red suddenly floated out, and she grabbed her soul and sucked it up.

"Oops!" All three were shocked at the same time.

Cen Fan quickly picked up the peachwood sword and ran towards the female ghost in red. When his peachwood sword was about to slash at the female ghost in red, the female ghost suddenly disappeared in place.

"It's over! If the soul is devoured, it will never be reincarnated. Qingxuan on the side said anxiously.

Cen Fan didn't speak, took out two copper coins from the Qiankun bag, and put the copper coins in his eyes. Then he looked around the courtyard and looked for the hiding place of the female ghost in red.

At this time, the copper coin suddenly emitted two golden rays of light and shot at the courtyard wall at the entrance of the courtyard. Then a scream was heard, and the female ghost in red appeared in front of everyone's eyes again.

Cen Fan took out the copper coin sword again, stretched out his index finger and pinched the formula. After reciting the mantra, he pointed to the position of the female ghost, and the copper coin sword flew out. The female ghost in red disappeared in an instant and fled outside. But what she didn't expect was that the copper coin sword actually ran after her.

The female ghost in red shouted as she ran: "Dao Chief, spare your life! I don't dare anymore, please let me go! With that, he let go of his soul.

"Let her go!" Qingxuan said.

"But......" Zhang Ziyi stopped talking.

Cen Fan shook his head and put away the copper coin sword.

After the red-clothed female ghost disappeared, Qing Xuan looked at the incomplete soul and said to Cen Fan: "Spend him overpowered!" This is his life. ”

Cen Fan nodded. So he went and helped the soul to go over.

"Tomorrow he will be buried! We did our best. Qingxuan said with a sigh.

The woman did not respond, sat and cried for a while, and when the crying stopped, he wiped his tears and went into the house.

After a while, the woman walked out again, only to see him holding a wad of renminbi in his hand, walked up to Qing Xuan, and said, "Dao Chief! Thank you. This is your fee. ”

"The child is still young, keep it for him to go to school!" Qingxuan refused and did not take the money.

Seeing that Qingxuan didn't want it, the woman didn't force it, walked to the front of the mourning hall and picked up her ten-year-old son, returned to a few people, and bowed. Then he returned to the front of the mourning hall.

"I've been busy for so long, let's go and rest!" The village chief said to the others in the courtyard.

After everyone left, the village chief greeted a few people and went home.

Qing Xuan and the others were still meditating and practicing in the village as they did yesterday.

Early the next morning, Qingxuan went out to find a good cemetery, and after the woman's husband was buried, he left the village with Cen Fan and the others.

After going back, Zhang Ziyi told the two that he would go back to Wudang tomorrow and would not be back until a while. The two didn't ask much, but told him to be more careful on the road. Before leaving, Cen Fan also bought him a mobile phone, so that he could contact him directly with his mobile phone if he had something in the future.

That night, Cen Fan still went to the open space to practice swordsmanship as always, and just when he arrived in the open space, a black shadow flashed in front of him.

Seeing this sudden black shadow, Cen Fan instantly became cautious.

At this time, the black shadow opened his mouth and asked, "You are Cen Fan?" The man's voice was a little cold.

"What are you looking for me to do?" Cen Fan asked puzzled.

"Kill you." The man quickly rushed towards Cen Fan and slapped his palm on Cen Fan's chest. The man's speed was too fast, Cen Fan didn't have time to react, and flew out directly.

Before Cen Fan could stand up, the man came to him again, and after slapping a few times in a row, he threw Cen Fan out again.

At this time, Cen Fan was dying. "I...... I have no grievances with you, why do you hurt me. ”

"I am the righteous son of the Qingming Daoist, and today I will avenge my father and kill you." The man said tremblingly.

He ...... No...... Not me. Cen Fan fainted halfway through speaking.

Liu Yiwei stepped forward to probe Cen Fan's breath and found that he was dead, so he disappeared into the night.

Hearing that the surroundings had returned to calm, Cen Fan slowly opened his eyes and gasped for breath. At this time, he no longer had the strength to stand up again, so he had to drag his injured body and slowly crawl towards the coffin shop.