The breeze blew comfortably, and I slept soundly and dreamlessly. It wasn't until the alarm clock of the mobile phone rang that I woke up slowly, opened my eyes and could only see the faint light flashing from the mobile phone screen, turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone, and illuminated the surrounding environment, nothing special, the same as before going to bed.

I licked the back of my hand and reached out to feel the wind speed, which was okay and didn't affect the candle. The surroundings were a little eeriely quiet, and I couldn't hear any insects, birds, and beasts. The night is dark and the wind is high to send the soul to the night, and I nodded with satisfaction.

Putting down the phone, I turned on the bright flashlight and took a picture everywhere, but I didn't find any ghosts, but they knew that they must be ready to come out now, and the reason why I chose it was eleven o'clock was because I was afraid that they would continue to go to Liu Jian's house. Since everyone is not coming out, then I can only ask everyone to come out.

The bright flashlight shone on the nearest large white stone, and the light was scattered by the stone with a faint and soft light, which was particularly dazzling in this dark night, like a luminous stone, shining like a luminous stone, and the surroundings were faintly visible. Take out seven red candles, according to the arrangement of the tomb bag in order on the loess, this is measured during the day, the arrangement of the seven tomb bags and my seven red candles are corresponding, but the scope of the tomb bag is large, my red candle is just a thumbnail. It's like the sand table during the Anti-Japanese War.

The red candle was inserted and lit at one time. Each red candle has three pillars of incense sticks on its side, and some paper money and tributes are placed around it. Once everything is in order, it's time to start shouting souls. I originally wanted to get a spirit flag, but it was too far behind, so I didn't get it, and I could use my big voice without a spirit flag.

The breezy red candle swayed from side to side, and the shadows of the surrounding trees also swayed, like a silent dance party. I cleared my throat and walked to the middle of the candles and sat down on the floor. Open your voice and start shouting souls.

In the silent and dark mountains, I suddenly remembered my soul cry, but fortunately, it was late, and there was no one around this place. So I didn't try to hold back my voice.

Sometimes, chanting spells is the same as singing, and when I get up, I want to finish the mantras, even though they come out one after another halfway through my shouting, and they appear by the candle in their own grave position, and they just stand upright, with no expression on their faces, constantly shaking their bodies slightly.

I stood up and counted, there were no more than seven Yin Spirits, and no more than one. I was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that the old-timer who defended the law should also be there, why didn't you shout it? It can't be gone, right?

I can't care so much, since these friends have been called out by me, it's not good where to hang them. The incantation already contains the meaning of sending them away, those who are willing to go will come out, and those who are not willing to go will naturally not come out, and now that they have all come out, it means that I don't need to say too much to them.

They are all poor ghosts, their survival was not originally intended, and they can only guard this acre and three points of land and not leave without permission. If it weren't for the fact that the Liu family had been worshipping here for two years for no reason, they would have stopped worshipping inexplicably, and they would not have gone to the Liu family to ask for money.

According to the order calculated in advance, one by one burns paper to send souls. The first was not the eldest, but the little spirit god I had met the night before, and it was so short that even if I was squatting, I could see its face at eye level. The expression on its face was stiff, and as I looked at it, it seemed to remember me, grinning symbolically and slowly closing its eyes. His face showed a sense of relief that was almost relieved.

After burning the paper money in front of it and offering the tribute, it began to slowly turn into a transparent appearance, and the smile on its face became more until it turned into a yin wind and disappeared. Only the red candle that suddenly went out told me that it went where it was supposed to be. The candle flame went out, bringing up a wisp of white smoke, which slowly drifted to the west, dissipated, and disillusioned. I couldn't help but say, go all the way, little one.

Sent one away, a little weird in my heart, if in terms of age, some of them are a century older than me, is this considered a crossing?

In the same way, it was used six more times, all of them were treated equally, although there were few tributes and very little paper money, but when they left, they were all smiling and satisfied. Sometimes, all they need is a guiding light, and pestering Uncle Liu is not as simple as paper money and tribute, but more to ask for a hope.

Except for that little spirit god, the other spirit gods still have a trace of language ability, so before each spirit god disappears, I receive a sincere "thank you". This makes me feel very relieved that they have been trapped here for so many years, and they still haven't lost the gratitude in their hearts. If it were for us in this era, would we be able to do it?

Because I had drawn a lot of effort in advance to prepare the earth talisman, I didn't waste a lot of time on the soul shouting and soul sending of these seven yin spirits, and in less than an hour, there were only me and seven red candles of different lengths left in the open space. The light of the strong flashlight also slowly weakened, and it seemed that it was about to run out of power.

Just when I began to wonder if the ghost of the old man was gone, the light of the flashlight also dimmed, and the power was completely gone. I took out the lighter in my pocket, lit the unburned red candles, and slowly began to pack up my things. I'm going to set up a separate soul shouting array to see if I can shout out the ghost of that old-timer, if I can't shout it again, then there is no way.

Find the mobile phone, turn on the flashlight of the mobile phone, and come to the sealing position, there is the skull of the old-timer, and shouting in this position should be the best effect. He lit two new red candles, put on some necessary items, and began to prepare to shout again.

Just before I could shout the first word, a fierce wind blew behind me, and an old voice sounded in my ears, startling me: "Okay, you don't have to toss." ”

I felt a stirring spirit, and when I turned around, I saw an old man in a blue robe floating behind me, with white hair and white beard, not tall, and looking very thin. The cheekbones on the face are bulging and the face is deeply sunken. His face was terrifyingly pale, whiter than any spirit god he had ever seen before.

Its appearance suddenly made the surrounding temperature much lower, and even felt a little chilly, which absorbed the yin qi of these yin spirits for so many years, it was really unusual.

When I felt the wind blowing behind me, I knew that it should be the old timer's accident, and I was so nervous that I actually forgot how to do the Taoist rites of that era. In the chaos, I could only bow deeply to it, and said respectfully: "Greetings to the seniors." ”

It waved its hand and said, "It's not rude, it's terrible." Although your techniques are average and the Taoism is also very shallow, you have a strong sense of responsibility, and your master has taught you quite well. It's just why is it so troublesome to send a soul now? What school did you study from? ”

This old-timer is not only full of yin, but also speaks very bluntly, maybe this is the way he spoke at that time, no flattery, no politeness, and has always been straightforward. But it's a great way to communicate. Don't be so brain-facing.

I tried my best to learn the tone of speech I saw in the TV series: "The old-timers, the younger generations are only shallow in learning, and their attainments in Taoism are extremely low, so they dare not insult the reputation of the teacher." It's a peaceful era now, and there aren't so many ghosts to deal with, so it's a little more delicate in the work of sending souls, of course, this is also directly related to the superficiality of the younger generation。。。。。。 ”

Before I finished speaking, the old man waved his hand again, bringing a strong yin wind blowing, and I couldn't help but shiver. He ignored my reaction and just said to himself, "I ask you a question, and you answer me." The Tao of the world comes from the same origin, and there is no such thing as insulting the teacher. ”

Hearing that the seniors asked again, I didn't dare to continue to hide it, so I had to say: "Back to the seniors, the junior Liu X, the younger Liu X, studied under Qia Ling." "I didn't say it at first because I couldn't figure out the temperament of this old-timer, after all, the ancestor was the one who took the lead in opposing him, although I know that people who learn the Tao will not be so concerned about this matter, but it has been a ghost for so many years, and I can't guarantee that there will be other variables in the middle.

"Oh, Master Qia Ling, hehe, you have always been a thin person, I can't imagine that there are still people with inheritance after so many years, which is a good thing, Master X is your master for several generations?" The old-timer smiled, his face was tepid, it seemed that he was the heart of my villain. <