Eight Treasures Taizhong Transmission Wonderful Law

The Seven Stars Altar spits out the truth

The upper and lower couplets are paved with red paper, cinnabar is inked with black dog blood, and the couplets are pasted on the graves of hundreds of dead people.

"Show your spirit!"

Su Xiong let out a loud shout, pasted the willow leaves soaked in talisman water to his eyelids, and blinked his eyes.

The foot of the mountain, which was empty just now, was suddenly filled.

There is a merry ghost with an eight-treasure hat, sitting in a sedan chair carried by a paper man, and holding a fan with "Merry and Suave" written on it.

There are also decapitated ghosts holding large porcelain plates with carp jumping over the dragon gate, and their heads are placed on them.

The tunics of the Republic of China, the Japanese soldiers buried by mistake, and the tuberculosis ghost scholars with pigtail whips, in short, everything is available in all eras, and the appearance of death is also varied.

"This person is so fierce, he occupies our territory and won't let him go back!"

The little ghost holding the sugar gourd muttered quietly, pointing to the top of the golden mountain, the light was like the waves coming in front of him, he stood motionless at the foot of the mountain, as long as he dared to take a step up the mountain, he would definitely be slapped on the ground!

"I'm afraid something big will happen tonight"

The one who spoke in an old-fashioned manner was a doll wearing a belly pocket, and the other ghosts were silent when he spoke.

The little ghost who grabbed the sugar gourd asked, "Third grandfather, why?" ”

The belly pocket doll screamed: "Although there are few burials in our grave mountain, the yin qi is not worse than the mass graves of thousands of burials, and the trick used by this person is the Gu art and witchcraft of Southeast Asia, mainly to invite ghost kings from all over the world to come and talk about business, and naturally they can't go up if they don't have the ability to go home." ”

"Third grandfather, you've been dead for eight hundred years, and you still can't go up the mountain?"

"Millennial estimates will go up"

The belly pocket doll shook her head, raised her hand and snatched the little ghost's sugar gourd, and in the blink of an eye, it became a playful little ghost again, and no one could understand which was the real him.

"Hey, hey, hey, I want to grab it."

The little ghost patted his head helplessly: "I don't want to play, forget it, I'll send you later, I'll give my mother a dream, let her burn me a few more strings of sugar gourds." ”

"Whew"

Su Xiong let out a sigh.

Turn around and uncover the big red cloth on the table.

Pig's head, sheep's brain, monkey's heart, cow's hoof.

Oiled carp curls its tail.

There is also an old wine and a wine cup on the side.

A cold wind blew, and on the table of the Eight Immortals, there were three more people except Su Xiong.

There was a bare-faced evil ghost sitting on the left, and as soon as he sat down, like Zhang Fei in the mouth of a storyteller, he laughed, raised his hand, grabbed a few ghosts from the foot of the mountain and stuffed them into his mouth, smash it, smash it, smash it, smash it.

The ghosts at the foot of the mountain immediately scattered in fright.

Eating ghosts and drinking, this ghost king's ability is not ordinary!

Opposite Su Xiong sat a man in a suit, holding a cigar and taking a sip of the wine cup, this man looked closely and looked a little similar to Su Xiong!

He was followed by seven or eight vicious imps.

On the right is a bearded man in a cloak, followed by this female ghost.

Including Su Xiong, the other two ghost kings also took a few more glances at the female ghost.

"Half of the dead green ghosts? Why don't you go back with me and be a lady of the village? The bare-faced ghost king rubbed his face forward, very fond of the female ghost, and the female ghost stepped back and hid behind the cloaked ghost king.

"Ghost King, someone invited us to come with wine today, shouldn't we give face?" The ghost king in a suit tapped his cigar and leisurely exhaled his smoke.

"Brother Chic, I'll give you face as the No. 1 gangster in the underworld, don't think I'm afraid of you! Hum! The red-faced ghost king snorted coldly, grabbed the wine on the table and poured it for himself.

Brother Chic nodded with satisfaction, and turned his head to ask the silent cloaked ghost king: "Brother Chic in the lower underworld, I don't know what this ghost king is called?" ”

"Issey Miyake!"

"Japanese ghosts"

Brother Xiao squinted, although the red-faced ghost king didn't speak, the red smoke from his nose seemed to say that he looked down on him in his heart.

"Three!"

Su Xiong took a glass of wine with a cup, and then said: "There is a zombie in Hong Kong now, the three ghost kings are very strong, Su Xiong wants to ask the ghost kings to help get rid of this zombie!" ”

"Zombies are easy to say, let's talk about the price first, I want forty-nine pairs of boys and girls!"

The red-faced ghost king lion opened his mouth, and Rao is face changed as Su Xiong.

If forty-nine pairs of boys and girls disappear, he Su Xiong is really looking for death, he can't afford to play so big.

"Five pairs of boys and girls, plus five carts of silver money, thousands of incense, and a temple!"

Speaking of building a temple, Su Xiong's eyes narrowed.

He had also heard the gossip that there was no god in the sky, and the land above his head was occupied by the Western Church, although there was still a netherworld, maybe the king of Hades was gone!

Without the Heavenly Court, the cautious ghosts who had been alive for decades ago have emerged in large numbers at this time.

Especially in Hong Kong, no one knows how many thousand-year-old ghost kings and old demons there are in secret.

"This ghost king, what do you need?"

Su Xiong had long been ready to be slaughtered, and invited the ghost king to talk about business, which was to say that the price was to do things, which was similar to visiting the kiln.

Brother Chic replied with a cigar in his mouth: "Tell me who it is first, I don't lack money, and I don't want boys and girls, what temple to build as a wild hair god." ”

"I have here the clothes he wore, and several ghost kings have great powers, so they may know more than me."

Su Xiong took out a white shirt, which was obtained by Ah Kai during the day, who was following He Cheng.

"It's him!"

Issey Miyake slapped the table, and he remembered the corpse breath vividly.

"I'll help you with this, you don't need any pay!" Issei Miyake was worried that he couldn't find a helper, but now with the help of the other two ghost kings, everything is not a problem!

"Is that him?"

Brother Chic's face changed slightly, but the red-faced ghost king sniffed the limited corpse qi and didn't react.

"Brother dashing, do you know who this is?"

"Jumping headlong and stiff, he slaughtered the Dragon Emperor who turned into a clay sculpture decades ago, and destroyed the masters of the spiritual illusion world in the entire Hong Kong! I remember that he was still a purple stiff back then! ”

"It's just a jump, and look at me breaking his corpse!"

The red-faced ghost king laughed, and directly grabbed the wine on the table and poured it into his mouth.

"I can't do anything about this, so I say goodbye" Brother Chic stood up and arched his hand apologetically, and disappeared with his subordinates.

"He's almost waiting for his reincarnation quota, and he's a lot less courageous" The red-faced ghost king waved his hand indifferently and said: "After the matter is done, don't forget my things, I will naturally come when the fight starts!" ”

The taciturn Issey Miyake also left with a female ghost Xiaohua with a worried face.

Issey Miyake is the weakest of the three ghost kings, the strongest is the red-faced ghost king, and the slightly weaker is the dashing brother.

"With the help of these two ghost kings, I can sit back and relax! Let's clean up."

"Yes, Xiongye!"

The little brothers who were hiding in the grass bent down and ran out, just now they only saw Xiongye talking to the air, but no one saw them.

The two younger brothers left behind were tidying up the table.

"This is Xiongye's famous wine, I heard that it costs tens of thousands of yuan to drink a glass, and I didn't drink it after opening it, what a waste!"

The other also nodded: "Why don't we try it?" ”

"Then try it!"

The two carefully poured two small glasses of wine, and poured the wine into their mouths.

"Phew! A taste of dry wine troughs! Is this what people drink? ”

"Shut up, you kid! I've heard people say that ghosts smell something, and as long as something that has been smelled by a ghost, it will stink like chaff! ”

"Bad luck!"

Drink what the ghost has eaten, and it's very unlucky!

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