Once upon a time, in Yongxiang Village, there was such a bachelor man, nicknamed Zhang Dacang. This cannon is not only lazy, but also loves to take advantage of others, stealing shovels, picking door locks, fishing for chickens and ducks, lighting firewood stacks, and doing all kinds of bad things. To buy a melon, you have to taste two people, and the people in the village don't bother him!

In the east of the village, there is a flat ground, here is the town's famous Zhao Yuanwai cemetery, Zhao Yuanwai is a wealthy merchant in the town, I heard that the medicinal herb business did abroad, after his death entrusted a famous feng shui Mr. buried here.

The cemetery outside Zhao Yuanwai is a rare feng shui treasure land, all the people who are familiar with the feng shui will know at a glance, this tomb occupies the dragon vein, facing the south and back to the north, the east is high and the west is down, the jade belt is around the waist, hidden but not exposed, gathering wind and absorbing qi, and the grass and trees are luxuriant. Zhao Yuanwai's family has prospered and produced many talents over the years.

This place has long been targeted by the ill-intentioned Zhang Cannon. Zhang Dacang has been pondering it for a long time, so he started to dig graves and steal treasures. On a dark and windy night, he walked alone with a shovel on his back towards the cemetery.

Zhang Dacang walked along the winding path towards the mountain in the moonlight, when suddenly a yin wind from nowhere made his back cold, his feet slipped, and he fell into the ravine-crisscrossed mountain stream, and fell to his death on the spot......

After being discovered by the villagers the next day, everyone summed up that although this kid was a scourge in the village, he was also a villager in the village, so they buried him in the mountain stream directly below the cemetery of Zhao Yuanwai.

Unexpectedly, something strange happened. The next day, the two brothers at the head of the village died violently at home, and when they heard that they were hideous before they died, they opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues. The people in the village sighed, but they didn't take this matter to heart, and paid for the burial of his brothers.

Within two days, the junior son of the old Zhao family also died, and he died in an unknown way, and even the wife who had always been shrewd and capable in the family became crazy. Xiao San'er is usually very healthy, and when he heard that he died, his eyes were wide open and his face was convulsed, so it was obvious that he did not die of illness, but may have been scared to death.

These three people had buried Zhang cannons, and the villagers faintly felt that these people had died a little strangely, so many people abandoned their fields and businesses and went to the city to take refuge.

On this day, a young Taoist priest in a white robe traveled here, with a Taoist bun on his head and a wooden sword on his back. This Taoist priest's name is Fang Xiaowu, and he is the twenty-eighth generation of orthodox Maoshan Taoism.

Maoshan was formerly known as Juqu Mountain, also known as Dilung Mountain. The Maoshan faction is good at finding holes and finding tombs, feng shui sacrifices, greeting ceremonies, organ formations, face to face words, looking at eight characters, and counting good fortune and evil.

It is said that as soon as this Fang Xiaowu entered the village, he saw that the leaves of the big tree at the entrance of the village were thick and bloody, and he was quite touched, pinching his fingers, and secretly saying that it was not good, "This tree is strange, and there must be demons in this place!"

After Fang Xiaowu entered the village, he saw that most of the villagers were in low spirits, and the serious ones had lost their "three spirits". After walking all the way, he saw a farmhouse covered with red light in the air, so he knocked on the door, and it was a weak woman who opened the door.

Fang Xiaowu saw that this woman was eighteen or nine years old, with white skin, beautiful like a flower, a high and full forehead, and a rich and noble appearance, and his heart couldn't help but jump.

The girl turned her head to look at him, only to feel that her face was very familiar, but she had never seen it, so she hurriedly invited Fang Xiaowu into the hospital. Fang Xiaowu stepped into the courtyard and saw a pair of eyes on the opposite roof, and knew in his heart: it turned out to be a family immortal.

The girl only said that he was a passing Taoist, so she brought him a bowl of water to drink, and after a while, a plate of steamed buns was put on the table. Fang Xiaowu saw that she was diligent and grateful, and learned from chatting that the woman's name was Xiuwei, and her father died last year, so she was alone in this house.

Fang Xiaowu had the intention to stay here to eliminate the harm, and by the way, he asked about the strangeness of this place, and at the same time indicated his identity as a disciple of Maoshan. Xiuwei hesitated for a moment, and then told Fang Xiaowu about the strange things in the village.

Fang Xiaowu groaned slightly, and said in his heart: I see, there is a problem with the tomb, presumably Zhang Dacang occupied the foot of the Zhou family's grave, and the master was jealous so he brought disaster to the village.

Pinch your fingers, today the full moon is fifteenth, the ghost door is wide open, and it is not good that the corpse will change, so he said to Xiuwei: "I can help you with this matter." ”

At this moment, there was a knock on the door again, and an old man in his sixties walked in, hunched over. Seeing that it was the village head, Mrs. Liu, Xiuwei stepped forward and said, "Grandpa Liu, this is a Maoshan road chief, can you help our village take a look." ”

Fang Xiaowu saw that this Liu Taigong's eyes were full of gray, showing that the fetal light was dim, and the main soul was shaking. Mrs. Liu frowned, looking at Fang Xiaowu with a complicated mood, there have been too many charlatans in these years, and a feng shui gentleman who pooled money in the village last year didn't expect to run away with the money in the end. He looked horizontally and vertically, and this Fang Xiaowu didn't look like he had any ability.

Fang Xiaowu knew that he didn't believe it, so after going out, he took out the positioning compass on his waist, and fiddled left and right, knowing that it was strange to go to Qili. Fang Xiaowu held down the jujube wood sword on his body, lowered his body and galloped, rushing to seven miles away.

Along the way, the leaves of the grass and trees are thicker, and the blood color is thicker, and it is expected that the opponent is quite high!

Fang Xiaowu came to the halfway up the mountainside, looked closely, and saw a large tomb hidden on the mountainside, occupying the dragon vein, emitting a dense black gas, the momentum was like a huge wave, heavy mountains and obstacles, and heavy guards, it was really a feng shui Jedi. The owner of the tomb absorbed the dragon qi for a long time, and he actually cultivated into a big demon!

Fang Xiaowu gasped, took advantage of the fact that it was not too late, planted gold, green, brown, white, and red five-color flags around the cemetery, pulled out an ink fountain dipped in cinnabar and surrounded it, and then spread glutinous rice and realgar, and spread the heaven and earth net formation.

Seeing that Fang Xiaowu really had some real skills, Mrs. Liu called some young and strong villagers to come over to help.

Fang Xiaowu took out more than a dozen soul-attracting incense sticks from his backpack and told the villagers to insert them around the cemetery to confuse the monsters in the tomb, and took two more ever-bright lamps and hung them on the two big trees that grew at the dragon's horns.

When Fang Xiaowu finished arranging, the sky was getting dark. It was silent, and the surrounding grass and trees were rustling in the wind.

Fang Xiaowu sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for the corpse in the tomb to change. A group of villagers hid in the distance, and they were even more nervous.

As soon as the time came, with a vulture scream, the ever-bright lamp suddenly went out, and a corpse suddenly flew over.

Fang Xiaowu took out the jujube wood sword on his back, injected the qi into it, blessed it with a quenching talisman, swept the sword light, and cut the corpse to his feet, and a stream of green liquid dripped down the sword body to the ground.

"Oh, oh mom, it's Mr. Feng Shui surnamed Sun!" I don't know who shouted. Mrs. Liu saw that the corpse was not the Feng Shui gentleman invited last year, and it turned out that he died here.

A dark shadow flashed, and a zombie sprang out of the graveyard, staggering up and down on the treetops opposite. Fang Xiaowu stared intently, and saw that this corpse was walking like the wind in the moonlight, if he let it cultivate again, he was afraid that it would become a drought. All the villagers present were stunned.

The demon corpse smelled the strong yang qi of the place where the villagers were, and its throat gurgled. Fang Xiaowu shouted: "The demon dares to be presumptuous!" Biting the blood on his fingertips, he drew a "edict" on the palm of his right hand, recited the incantation silently, and slapped it on the head of the demon corpse.

The demon corpse's head shook, a strange scream, and a black gas came out of his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, he was already standing outside the formation, raising his arms flat, stretching out his sharp ten fingers covered with black hair, and pinching Fang Xiaowu's neck.

Fang Xiaowu was taken aback, knowing that it had a sense of consciousness, dodged to the side, played a blue talisman, and recited the water mantra: "This water is extraordinary water, the northern nonkui water, a little in the sun, transport two Xu Gengzhi." The runes are sacrificed, the hundred ghosts are eliminated, and the evil spirits and spirits are broken like cups. Haste as a law!"

The demon corpse was under a spell, and a puff of white smoke came out of its chest. "Roar ......" With a muffled snort, the demon corpse trembled, rolled out a pair of white eyes without pupils, and stared at Fang Xiaowu fiercely.

Fang Xiaowu saw that it didn't work on it, and thought: This corpse is not afraid of water, it must be afraid of fire. So he sealed his hands, pushed forward, and recited the fire mantra: "Flame Flying Jade Maiden, Thunder and Fierce Fire General, Fire Black Fire Horse, Fire Cloth Qiankun." The great god of fire spirits, quickly burns evil ghosts. Haste as a law!"

A little flame spread on the demon corpse. The demon corpse was really afraid of fire, twisting and struggling in the sea of fire, and was burned to the point of "roaring" and screaming, and the skin and flesh were open. Black blood continued to flow out of the body, and the white smoke dispersed, emitting a strong rancid stench.

Fang Xiaowu put away his sword and stood, seeing that the demon corpse was about to be incinerated, at this moment, the wind howled, a black cloud drifted overhead, covering the moonlight, and the torrential rain poured down, extinguishing most of the fire at that time.

It turns out that this demon corpse has absorbed dragon qi for decades, and has begun to have the ability to call the wind and rain. The corners of Fang Xiaowu's clothes were blown away by the strong wind, and when he saw this vision, his face did not change, and he said secretly: "Look for death!"

The left hand pinched out the five thunder fingers, the right hand pulled out five purple talismans from the waist, all of them flew and tossed, the jujube wood sword in his hand was like a dragonfly dotting water, a sword put all the five rune papers together, and urged the spell in his mouth: "Immeasurable Tianzun, Earth Mage Gate, Yuqing Shiqing, True Fu Sue Alliance, Push and Move Erqi, Mix One True." Five thunders and five thunders, Huang Ning in a hurry, changes in the mist, roaring lightning and thunder, hearing the breath, and sending five thunders quickly. Haste as a law!"

With a burst of words, all the five rune papers on the jujube wood sword burned spontaneously, and when they landed, lightning and thunder roared in the clouds overhead!

The demon corpse was stunned, knowing that it was five thunders and it was difficult to resist, so he wanted to flee from the wind.

Fang Xiaowu was willing to let him go, recited the Taoist method, and the jujube wood sword came out of his hand, forcing it into the pre-arranged Tianluo net array, and the demon corpse entered the formation, and it was trapped to death.

"Evil animal, today is your day of death!"

The demon corpse struggled desperately, and at this time, five heavenly thunders fell and smashed on its skull. The demon corpse had no choice but to abandon the skin, and the spirit escaped back to the coffin to heal the wounds, how could it escape Fang Xiaowu's eyes.

Fang Xiaowu tightened the ink bucket, sealed the coffin with a charm, strictly prevented chaos, and after doing it, a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth and staggered to the ground.

He had worked all his life, but at this moment he was exhausted and fainted.

When I woke up, I was already lying in Xiuwei's house, and I saw the village chief Liu Taigong and many villagers guarding the bedside. Fang Xiaowu took out a spirit talisman and silently recited the incantation: "Taiwei Xuangong, Zhonghuang Shiqing, internal refining of the three souls, the fetal light is peaceful, the cold water jade, you have to drink back the essence." After casting the spell, he told Liu Taigong to incinerate it and throw it into the well water, and drew more than 100 soul fixing talismans and distributed them to the villagers.

When Liu Taigong asked how to dispose of Zhao Yuanwai's grave, Fang Xiaowu said: "Bad feng shui is detrimental to yin morality, and it is difficult for the remnants of the soul in the coffin to become a climate, so let's bury it back." ”

Since then, no strange things have happened in Yongxiang Village, and even those who had been away from home a few years ago have come back one after another. The villagers are grateful, and every day wild boar, pheasant, hares and other wild game from the countryside are brought to visit.

During the period of recuperation, Fang Xiaowu got along with Xiuwei day and night, helped her carry water and cook, and also noticed a subtle change in herself.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless. Facing her smile, my heart was shaken. He had already secretly calculated that the two were a perfect match, and after being together for a long time, it was inevitable that they would have a good impression of each other.

And Fang Xiaowu has cultivated since he was a child, beware of "disgusting and evil desires" and "obedient words and deeds", this cloud tour is ordered by the master to go down the mountain to experience, only by quitting greed and keeping quiet, can he become a master of a faction. In order to keep the Tao, he decided to leave quietly one morning.

Early that morning, it was raining lightly. Xiuwei made breakfast, disappeared Fang Xiaowu, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly ran towards the entrance of the village, but saw that he was already at the bottom of the mountain.

Xiuwei knew that she couldn't keep him, her heart was sour, she put her hands to her lips, and shouted at his back: "Little Wu, have you ever liked me?"

Fang Xiaowu knew that the "little five" in her mouth was Xiaowu, the corners of her mouth moved, and she didn't look back.

Eighty years of demon eradication, the white horse passed through the gap at the fingertips. This year, Fang Xiaowu was 100 years old and knew that the end was approaching.

In the brilliantly lit Sanqing Palace, the disciples were lined up on both sides according to their generations, and stood respectfully with their hands down. He smiled and looked out the window at the drizzle, but when he left, he only left an inexplicable and wonderful word "yes".