The so-called altar is nothing more than what you see on TV or movies, a Taoist priest wearing a yin and yang gossip robe, accompanied by a bowl of water, a scoop of glutinous rice, a yellow talisman, holding a peachwood copper coin sword in one hand, and dancing against the tribute used in the sacrifice, that is, the practice of opening the altar. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But in my subconscious, I still feel that this method is not too distinct, and there are even some ingredients of magic sticks mixed in it.

And the old man's next move really refreshed my opinion, his so-called opening of the altar is completely different from what I imagined.

"One respect, the beginning of the Tao, the three Qing Daozun"

The old man first lifted a willow leaf, dipped some of the water contained in the gourd scoop, and wiped it on his head, and the water droplets gradually flowed into his eyes.

He closed his eyes, and the heavy voice in his mouth did not stop, "Erjing, the passage of the underworld, the ten halls of Yama"

As the words fell, he grabbed the swamp mud full of leeches in his hand, and let the pointed leeches burrow into the flesh and suck the blood.

I watched as the leech's body was buried in his palm, and his body turned red in a moment, and the old man who was suffering remained silent, as if he had nothing to do with him.

He put away the hand, put it behind his back, and muttered: "Three respects, the solution of the destiny of heaven, where the yang world is"

The grapefruit peel was hung straight by his mouth, and he bit it a few times, and some tender juice oozed out from the skin layer that remained on the grapefruit flesh, covering his lips.

His face became pale due to the erosion of leeches, and with the backdrop of grapefruit water, his whole face lost a trace of blood, which looked quite terrifying.

"This ...... Is this really an opening altar? I couldn't help but ask.

The grandfather behind me came to the old man's surroundings to watch carefully, and when he heard me speak, he nodded, and did not explain too much.

I think the old man's method is more like the spiritualism used by those foreign wizards, but it's a pity that he lacks a funny hat.

"Naked torture and killing, go to Fengdu; If you are injured, your soul will return to Dailing. ”

"Sanqing manifests, the underworld opens the way, the yang household gives way, give me the present!"

The old man spit out the grapefruit peel and threw his head back and roared.

As the last word fell, he lifted his palm, which had already been bitten and wounded, and slammed it towards the ground that was covered with dirt beneath him.

"Edict!"

With an epilogue, time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the ground slowly shook.

I thought I was hallucinating, so I pinched the flesh on my body and found that the pain had not gone away at all.

And when the old man saw that our bodies were beginning to gradually become unstable, he suddenly laughed and shouted, "Yi! Yin! Eryi! Yang! ”

"Three! Hexagram! ”

The green tendons on his arms rose as if they were about to break free from the blockade of flesh, but they were hidden by a blinding yellow light.

The yellow light is intense and low, constantly challenging our eyesight.

The old man didn't make any other moves after roaring, thinking that everything was successful, but when he saw the yellow light looming, his brows furrowed, and he muttered, "Are you still blocking me......"

I listened to him and it didn't seem to be going well.

However, how smart the old man was, Jiang was still old and spicy, he raised his arm and drew a gossip under himself, because his palm carried the blood that came out of the tiger's mouth, so the gossip was made of blood.

He stood with his feet in the yin and yang hexagrams, stretched out his horse steps, and the whole person began to shake his head.

I was stunned, is this the beginning of epilepsy, how can I make such an action?

"This is a god, it seems that the underground things are fighting against the master," Ah Gong was afraid that I would misunderstand, so he explained:

"The so-called raising of the gods is to aggravate the effect of the opening of the altar, because this matter is extremely mentally draining, and you can understand the method of taking time to improve the spirit."

I nodded my head in understanding, and although his explanation was half clear, I could understand it somewhat by my comprehension.

The old man explained to me before, because the other mature personality of the lotus tiger sat on the Buddha for the fate of Shang Zu, naturally he also absorbed some of his cultivation and inherited his skills, so it is not uncommon to be able to resist the old man who is a mortal, but I have some expectations, who is more powerful in the ability of the two of them?

On the one hand, he is a half-hung Buddha, and on the other hand, he is an old man who has mastered a certain technique.

It's really hard to judge, I sighed, it would be nice if I could help.

As the old man shook his head, the yellow light on the ground no longer weakened, but became more and more intense, moving forward.

The old man knew better than I did, and when he saw that the effect was very good, he sped up his shaking head again, like a "stick" of a dancing god, performing himself on the spot.

But I can see that this is a real "fight", which is not proportional to the petty fight.

It wasn't until a few breaths had passed that the old man's shaking body finally stopped, but the yellow light still lingered, lingering for a long time in the blood-stained gossip.

The old man's frowning brow did not let go, he walked out of the circle, raised his broken hand, and with a sharp force, the green tendons rose, and the leeches that existed in his flesh were instantly crushed, and then he took out the bottle of black liquid from his pocket and poured it on the wound, causing it to heal instantly.

"I'll get them a bottle someday," I thought to myself.

For wounds, this thing is simply an artifact, both Ah Gong and the old man are using it, although it doesn't look beautiful on the surface, but it really has a big effect.

"Could it be that something like a divine beast will pop out?" the bandit said secretly, as if he had never seen such a big scene, and he looked a little suspicious about the yellow light.

I gave him a blank look, and said in my heart.

The old man, like us, has been staring at the rising yellow light since he recovered.

I didn't dare to make any other moves, because Ah Gong told me that every next step would affect what happened next, and the old man was mobilizing all his strength to meet the difficulties.

I don't really believe it, but I feel a little sorry for his persistence.

At least we are all fighting for what we are looking forward to, I don't know what Ah Gong and the bandits think, but I am resentful of what the old man said about his friends, and I sigh a lot.

Under our gaze, the yellow light was like a mimosa that had been touched, and gradually became weaker, which was what I saw clearly, and the old man put a yellow talisman in the middle of the yin and yang gossip at some point.

There is only one simple word on the symbol: "魑"

I didn't quite understand why it was there, and unlike the obvious, the scribbled handwriting made it a little hard for me to make out it.

Seeing this, Ah Gong's face changed, and he whispered to the old man, "Is this good or bad?" ”

For some reason, the bandit's eyes widened, looking at the word "魑" on the ground, and opened his mouth wide.