To say that Mr. Yuan's situation is also special, in fact, Mr. Yuan should have died the night he saw the ghost, but he may have something to protect himself, such as a Buddha card that has opened the light, or Guanyin, a Buddha statue of Rulai, which allowed him to escape.

But after all, what I encountered this time was the Moragana among the thirty-six ghosts, and as I said before, the favorite thing of this thing is to kill the Buddha and kill the Tao. Although he couldn't help Mr. Yuan for a while, he secretly had already lost Mr. Yuan's vitality.

Zhang Wuren and the little Taoist priest chasing the wind couldn't save him even if they wanted to. As the little Taoist priest who chased the wind said, the evil enters the brain, the soul dissipates, and Mr. Yuan is now a dead man.

Now it's not a question of money or not, Moraka was born to be a mortal enemy of the Buddha. This thing killed the four old ways of the old crow, and was entrenched in Shijiazhuang and refused to leave, even if it was a game of life, he had to clean up the other party.

The three of us discussed in the room for more than an hour, and finally made up our minds, seeing that it was still early, we planned to go out to prepare some things, and move to the house for the night tonight.

There are a lot of things we have to prepare, first of all, three vivid paper figures, deliberately tied into the appearance of two monks and a Taoist priest. Zhang Wuren also let me and the little Taoist priest drip blood on it. This thing can help us when necessary.

This is followed by a large amount of gold lacquer, as well as more than a dozen brushes. Zhang Wuren also went back to take a piece of ash and smashed it into the gold paint. He said that the gray thing was actually the golden body left by the Buddhist monks after they sat down. The golden body was offered in the temple for many years, and was later taken out by the monks of the temple to suppress the zombies, using up almost half of the body.

At that time, Zhang Wuren exerted a lot of strength, so afterwards, the monk gave Zhang Wuren the remaining golden body of the monk. It's one of his killer features.

In addition, the little Taoist priest also bought a lot of yellow charms, cinnabar, and some messy things. Coupled with our original things, we loaded a car full of them and went straight to the murderous house.

It was half past five in the afternoon when we entered the murderous house. At this time, the sun has set in the west, and the surrounding high-rise buildings block out the sun, so that the villa area looks eerie. When Zhang Wuren took the key to open the door, I looked up, but it didn't matter, and I was almost so scared that I didn't fall to the ground.

Because I saw four or five figures standing there in the second-floor window, looking down at us coldly.

The figures were blurry and unrecognizable, and probably noticed that I had raised my head and quickly disappeared by the window. I was so scared that my hair exploded, you must know that although it was dusk, after all, the sun had not yet set, and this thing dared to appear swaggering!

How unscrupulous does this have to be to get to this point?

The little Taoist priest muttered something to the window on the second floor, but I didn't hear it clearly. When he asked again, he smiled and said, "Little brother, you have to keep some snacks tonight."

Zhang Wuren opened the door and said, I already knew that this thing was not simple. Alright, let's go inside!

We entered the villa with a large bag of things, and the house here is very luxuriously decorated, and the materials are all of the highest quality. The little Taoist priest who chased the wind took a compass-like thing and measured it, and then took out another drawing, and I leaned over to look at it, only to find that it was a three-dimensional view of this villa.

He crossed four places on the map with a red pen and said that these four rooms were in conflict with us tonight, and we should try to avoid going in.

Zhang Wuren glanced at it and said he knew. Then open the package and mix the gold lacquer. He looked at his watch and said, there is still a little time to prepare, Lao He and I are in charge of the first floor, and you are in charge of the second floor, no problem, right?

The little Taoist priest who chased the wind agreed, and went up with the rune paper and cinnabar. I helped Zhang Wuren mix the cinnabar, and then asked in a low voice, Lao Zhang, how do you think the difficulty of this task is?

Zhang Wuren said, four stars! It was supposed to be the same level as the corpse clothes, but we have a little Taoist here. Needless to say, the ability of the old crow view lineage, if you want me to see, even if the four old Taoists are tied together, they can't compare to this little Taoist.

I expressed a little skepticism and said, didn't you say that the older the Taoist priest, the greater the ability? This guy is only a few years older than us, how can he be more powerful than the previous generation of Dao Masters?

Zhang Wuren said that cultivating the Tao relies on understanding and talent. It's like a person with a double yang body, people can suppress a large number of ghosts just by standing there, what can you say?

I said in my heart that too, this thing really depends on talent. But I asked again, who is more powerful than your ability?

Zhang Wuren was silent for a moment and said, it's hard to say. I really don't dare to make a conclusion if I haven't tried it. Be steady, I'm going to use gold paint to write Buddhist texts.

I followed Zhang Wuren with gold paint, but I secretly made a comparison in my heart, as far as the people I have seen, the most powerful seems to be the person named Colonel Di Ming, although I have never seen this guy do it, but when he saw us at that time, the aura on his body suppressed us and we were all breathless.

Afterwards, Zhang Wuren once told me that Colonel Di Ming was a very murderous person, and this kind of killing was not only killing, but also more likely to kill ghosts. If we really want to fight, it is impossible for the two of us to tie together and go through a round in the hands of others.

Although there are too many people killed, they will definitely have to go through the eighteenth layer of hell in the future, but Colonel Di Ming doesn't seem to take these things seriously at all. It is estimated that he can't finish thinking about the things of the living, who still cares about the afterlife.

I suddenly said without a head, Lao Zhang, if Colonel Di Ming is here, who is more powerful?

Zhang Wuren was drawing Buddhist texts on the walls and doors with a brush dipped in gold paint, and when he heard me ask, he pondered for a moment and said, it should be Colonel Diming. However, Moragana is not very good among the thirty-six ghosts, and it is normal that he can't beat Colonel Diming. Okay, there's no way that guy can come over and help us, let's finish what we're doing first.

The first floor of the villa is very large, and Zhang Wuren has to paint every door and window with gold paint on a Buddhist text. It was already completely dark after I was done, so I turned on the lights in the room, and after thinking that it should be easy for the ghosts to turn off the lights, I lit the Buddha lamps in the hall and a few rooms.

Ghosts can't blow out the Buddha lamp, and there is no wind here, let alone blow it out. Even if the lights are dark, you can see something.

When we were done, we went to the second floor and found that all the rooms on the second floor were covered with rune paper. The runes on the rune paper have not yet solidified, and they should have been painted with cinnabar by the little Taoist priest chasing the wind on the spot.

The little Taoist priest who chased the wind said that these runes are all ghost suppression runes, and if a powerful ghost appears, the runes will automatically burn, and the light emitted can allow us to see things that are usually invisible.

When I saw that they were done, I took out a few vacuum-packed chicken thighs and threw them them, saying, "Excuse me, and when the matter here is settled, I will invite you to eat barbecue."

Zhang Wuren honestly and unceremoniously took out the beer from the refrigerator, distributed it to us, and began to eat and drink. As a result, he was only halfway through the meal, and he suddenly frowned and said that he was coming.

We immediately stopped drinking and eating meat, and we all listened intently to something. When I heard this, I heard something.

A very ethereal voice came from nowhere, the voice was very small and very ethereal, like countless people whispering in the dark, but there was no one in sight. I put down the chicken leg in my hand, held the demon thorn, and said in my heart that if this Moragana dares to come, I will beat his out in minutes.

The sound comes and goes, and it comes and goes. All three of us threw the chicken legs on the table and took out the guy we had in hand. I glanced at the little Taoist priest chasing the wind, and found that this guy was actually using a green pine short sword.

This thing is a serious iron guy, and it is also engraved with Taoist runes of destroying evil spirits. This thing doesn't talk about slashing ghosts, even if a person takes a beating, he has to break his arms and legs.

I thought to myself, the Taoist is good, and you won't be checked if you carry a knife with you. You must know that Lao Zhang's tantric iron rod sometimes can't be taken on the train, and if it weren't for Zhang Wuren's cultural relics certificate, I'm afraid he would have been confiscated long ago.

But the three of us waited here for half an hour, and the voice kept whispering. Zhang Wuren was a little impatient, and said directly,! Is there an end? Hurry up and come out to see the real chapter, either you kill me, or I kill you, and call it a day.

Strange to say, Zhang Wuren shouted out in his voice, and those ethereal voices immediately disappeared without a trace. Zhang Wuren glanced at me, and I immediately understood what he meant, and took the Demon Punishment Thorn to my left hand, and put my right hand into a pocket, and spilled a large handful of glutinous rice with my hand.

After I sprinkled handfuls after handfuls, the crystal clear glutinous rice dripped and rolled to the ground, immediately giving people a very messy feeling. But this thing is very useful, because the thirty-six ghosts belong to the kind of powerful ghosts that can grow, and sometimes we can't see each other even if we open our eyes.

On the contrary, some folk methods are better to use.

If the glutinous rice is sprinkled on the ground, as long as a ghost steps on it, the glutinous rice will turn black. I hadn't tried it before, but now I know it works.

Because I obviously saw a piece of glutinous rice suddenly turn black, and the area that turned black happened to be in the shape of a footprint!

The little Taoist priest who chased the wind took out a porcelain bottle from his waist, and with a flick of his left hand, a piece of rune paper burned out of thin air. He grilled the mouth of the porcelain bottle with the flame of the rune paper, and said, There are a lot of these things, so I will make the first move.

His hand was crisp and sharp, especially the action of the rune paper suddenly burning on his hand was simply handsome, but I didn't expect that the more handsome thing about this little Taoist chasing the wind was still to come.