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This thing is brought out of the mother's womb, and it is also established when we breathe the first breath of air in the yang world, and this thing will accompany us for a lifetime. Through the eight characters of birth, those who understand the Tao can calculate the future fortune, marriage, career, and calamity; Similarly, if you are obtained by the villain, he will be able to use this eight characters to make you go to bad luck, or even take your life.

Usually a person will only have one character to correspond to their fortune, and some people will also use some special methods to change those bad luck in fate, that is, as the saying goes, get over those ditches and bumps.

But fate is destined, and some pits cannot be filled by manpower, and they cannot be calculated. At this time, someone thought of another way: borrow eight characters!

How to borrow these eight characters? Everyone has only one corresponding to their own eight characters, and if he lends it to you, what should he do?

The answer is cruel, that is, to raise a little ghost, that is, a baby spirit. The day these infant spirits were taken out of their mother's body, they already belonged to their birth dates.

Babies who have died before they are born in the womb, because they have not experienced the world, so they do not know good and evil, and they will only repay the person who provides for them, and some rich people in Southeast Asia use this method to change their bad luck.

Because these infant spirits are psychic, they can anticipate some potential dangers, so that their owners can think of countermeasures in advance. But if they encounter those big pits, they are helpless, and these rich businessmen will use the birth date of the infant spirit to suffer this sin for themselves, which is the so-called blame.

And what was written on the piece of paper in Chaozi's arms was the infant spirit he found in the pot of wine in Daddy Shi's house that day. Although this infant spirit was overtaken by Cha Wenbin, it allowed Chaozi to accumulate its yin virtue, and was able to use the little luck left behind to resist Chaozi's catastrophe.

Now that the time has come to use it, Cha Wenbin put the rune paper in front of Chaozi, and there are words in his mouth.

As Cha Wenbin's speech accelerated, the corner of this rune paper began to move a few times, he took out the evil bell, shook it, and pointed at the rune paper with his right hand and shouted: "Get up!" Slowly, slowly, the piece of rune paper really stood up.

At first, it was still shaky, but then it stood straight, as if it had been stuck in the ground with a small stick on its back.

Cha Wenbin took out the fire fold again and leaned down to light it, "boom", although the paper was immediately ignited, but the rising smoke kept hovering less than half a meter high and constantly churning up and down, never drifting away.

Taking out the rootless water, his middle finger quickly flicked a few times into the smoke and said: "Draw a talisman for a person, and take root on the ground; Borrow your eight characters and survive its catastrophe! Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law! ”

The smoke began to sink slowly, and the water jets that spilled out seemed to be dispersed into the smoke to form a faint mist, which gradually began to change, and finally formed a humanoid shape the size of a baby.

This humanoid smoke is the soul of this infant soul left in the world and has not dissipated, because it has not been born in the true sense, and the earth soul and the heavenly soul cannot perceive its existence, and the three souls cannot be one, so even if it dies, its life soul will not disperse, gather, or reincarnate, becoming a wandering but no mind of the wild ghost.

The child-like smoke void walked like a baby who had just learned to walk, and kept sucking his fingers and walked towards Cha Wenbin.

And Cha Wenbin saw this situation and said with a rare smile: "Little doll, the time has come to repay him, when your soul is scattered, your earth soul will be able to enter the reincarnation of the next life, I have already given you a surplus, and you will find a good family in the next life." ”

The smoke villain made a gesture at Cha Wenbin, and his appearance was very funny. The villain also wanted to make a kneeling bow to him with an unstable body, but Cha Wenbin shouted again and again: "No, no, his time is almost too late, you have to hurry up and get on the road." ”

Farewell to Cha Wenbin, the cloud of smoke walked crookedly to Chaozi, and as soon as his knees were bent, he knelt down for Chaozi. The void kowtowed three times to him, then turned and walked towards the crystal clear place.

Cha Wenbin watched the smoke villain get thinner and thinner, and the more blurred it became, and finally when he was about to arrive, he could no longer see it.

Turning around and looking back at Chaozi, both of his eyes were closed, and his face was bloody, and it seemed that it would be okay to rest for a while. But anyone who encounters this kind of trick will be hurt and lose some of his spirit, and he will need to be recuperated in the future, but his life will at least be saved.

This kid is at least scrapped today, first fell a Zhuoxiong and then a Chaozi, Cha Wenbin was considered to have been broken, and the wings of this Taoist dragon were cut off like this.

After settling down like Zhuo Xiong, they shouldn't have come here, and they weren't ready to let the two of them come, so the rest should be faced by themselves.

Looking at the short section of road in front of him, Cha Wenbin missed it from the bottom of his heart: Old man three-legged toad!

Once upon a time, the toad was by his side, patting the sun wheel in his arms, which was the only memory with it, and a familiar warmth suddenly came, making him forget the cold here for a while.

Let's go, there is still an unknown waiting for you ahead, let's go, fate is arranged like this. Cha Wenbin felt that such an ending was what he wanted and the best, because he already knew one thing: if you want to enter through the door of death, one person must die! This is the rule, no one can change it, enter from the door of death, if you want to pass safely, you must buy the road with your life, otherwise it will never pass, and now they are still alive after two tribulations, and they are left alone to face.

If Zhuo Xiong was awake now, he would have stopped it loudly, because he saw it, he saw this ending at the earliest time, and Chaozi had already been fulfilled, although it was he who ate the spider and not Chaozi.

So what about Cha Wenbin, will he be fulfilled?

"Where are you, old man?" He had been lonely all his life, and he didn't have a friend who really understood him, but it: the toad.

moved, this now looked a little thin but straight, straight back; moved, the seven-star sword that has been passed down for thousands of years and comes from a famous Taoist family; moved, the last head of the Zhengtian Dao vein in the world; Moved, the last Taoist priest in my memory.

In front of the tenth step was a row of tiny pebbles, black pebbles, which had been carefully buried in the ground to form a tiny line. Although the color of this line is black, it has not escaped Cha Wenbin's eyes, this is a line between life and death, and after stepping this step, he no longer belongs to him.

The footsteps landed, the wind was blowing, accompanied by the "whirring" cold wind, and countless ghosts that suddenly appeared out of thin air, among which was his old acquaintance: Stone Daddy! This line is like an invisible wall, hiding too much.

It's a group of mindless souls, whose goal is only to tear apart this trespasser who trespassed into the underworld, men, women, and children. At this moment, there was no longer a trace of pity in Cha Wenbin's heart.

The wind rises, the charm rises, the spell rises, the sword rises!

The spells fluttering in the sky were accompanied by sword lights, and his body struggled to move forward against the raging wind. I don't know if it's because the wind is too strong, or if there are too many dirty things, the robe on his body is torn little by little, and every time he takes a step forward, the clothes on his body will leave several new scratches.

On the snow-white robe, the shocking blood stains were constantly added, soaking through his clothes and staining his sword hilt red. It was not someone else's blood, but his own, and it was like he had walked into a path full of thugs with steel whips on both sides, and he would be whipped with every step he took.

There are too many, there are too many souls trapped here for thousands of years because of the "Dementor Grass", and all the souls hope to seize this opportunity that has been waiting for a thousand years, kill him, and let him be their own substitute ghost, this is the only way for them to reincarnate, and he doesn't blame them.

The ruthless seven-star sword is like a harvester, and where the sword light flashes, the soul immediately scatters, this is just a group of ordinary souls, they are not wrong, everyone has the right to live, including Cha Wenbin.

When the first drop of blood began to flow from his eyes, the white robe had already turned red, and the scene that Zhuo Xiong saw finally appeared.

Cha Wenbin stood less than three steps away from the center, and the seven-star sword could no longer be raised, he just stood with the sword like that, as steady as Mount Tai!

Dead? No one knew that if they saw that bleeding face, everyone would think he was dead.

No, he didn't die, because none of those ghosts dared to approach, because standing behind Cha Wenbin, there was another person dancing the Seven Star Sword, and this person was the real white-clothed Shengxue, and his aura was Lingran!

Is it human? No, it's a soul!

Preview: The next chapter comes tomorrow: Dance of Souls!

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