For Lao Zhao, an old man who has dedicated his life to Situ Fort, especially as the chief housekeeper of the Situ family now, seeing the family growing stronger and thriving, he is even more overjoyed in his heart, and he always feels that he can finally be worthy of the old master and those old fellows who are no longer alive.

So now for him, the interests of the heavens and the earth are not as big as Situ Bao's, no matter how evil these scarecrows are, whether they are possessed by a ghost or the reincarnation of an evil ghost, as long as it is beneficial to his family, it is good, and it would be a pity for this young master of his own family to burn it with such a sentence.

said a thousand things, in fact, it is just a sentence, and the old man's heart has made the mistake of picking the door again.

also understood the care of the old housekeeper of his family, and everything was planned for himself and for Situ Bao, Situ Yi had to smile and explain: "Don't worry, Zhao Lao, do as I tell you, there will be no mistakes, and only by doing so, can these things be used for me and for Situ Bao." ”

After listening to Situ Yi's words, Old Butler Zhao also knew that his young master was an assertive person, and when he saw that he had said so, he let go of his heart and immediately ordered everyone to carry all these scarecrows out.

At first, those servants trembled in the face of these scarecrows' blood-red strange eyes and eyes, and finally under the scolding of Zhao's old housekeeper, they carefully lifted these scarecrows, and found that these strange things did not have any resistance, and let themselves and others grab one by one, like grabbing a broken sack and carrying them out, and their hearts couldn't help but be much bolder, and they were no longer afraid.

At this time, Situ Yi's voice came next, and he said: "Old Zhao, these things are burned, but there is a precondition, they must be burned in the way I said. ”

"You have to choose a place where the sun shines the most fiercely at three o'clock in the afternoon today, preferably in the direction of the north-south vents, and burn these scarecrow points, and the firewood to burn these scarecrows also has special requirements, it must be a dry locust tree trunk, and it must survive for more than 5 years. ”

"When you burn it, you should also be careful to sprinkle soybeans into the firewood pile, and put two gold ingots of a thousand pure gold in it. Situ Yi's voice came.

"Don't worry, young master, I have memorized all of this. Old Butler Zhao nodded.

"There is a little more before burning, it is best to find Taoist priests and monks to practice beside them, no complicated rituals, only need to recite the most familiar mantra and requiem sutra, and also need to worship three animals, three cows, three pigs and 14 black feathers and red crowns of two years of big roosters. Situ Yi then instructed.

"When all the rituals are done, the locust wood and these scarecrows are burned, you have to find someone to take a closer look, and in the ashes you will find a large thirteen small fourteen golden beans, those are the essence of these scarecrows, you bring those golden beans here, I can only use them. ”

Hearing what the young master said was so complicated, the old housekeeper Zhao's expression became more and more solemn, he knew that the young master was probably carrying out a series of cumbersome rituals, and there could not be the slightest mistake in the middle link, otherwise he would definitely lose his efforts and make his young master fall short.

Old Steward Zhao immediately felt that the burden on his shoulders was much heavier all of a sudden, and he hurriedly listened carefully, not daring to miss a trace.

After Situ Yi ordered all the things to be completed, Old Butler Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, if this was the case, then the matter was not too troublesome.

After all, with the power of the Situ Bao family now, it has already changed dramatically, and in any county or place, there can be a power with a prefecture-level grandmaster, whether it is a martial artist or a master of the Xuanmen Qimen, the status is as stable as a mountain.

What's more, his own young master is not ordinary, not only has the reputation of the king of guns, but also is a mysterious and unpredictable Xuanmen Qimen Yin and Yang Sect first-class powerhouse, and he has also killed two major prefecture-level grandmasters.

Although I didn't take the opportunity to expand myself, I don't know how much stronger my own heritage is, whether it is human or financial resources, it is much more convenient to do things.

Although Situ Yi said that it was complicated, with the energy of Situ Fort now, these things can be done in a very short time.

Therefore, the old butler Zhao simply gave the military order and said to Situ Yi, who was meditating cross-legged: "Don't worry, young master, I will ensure that it will be done properly for you, my old Zhao will guarantee the ticket here, and there will be no mistakes." If something happens, I'll take my old bones as atonement. ”

After saying these words, Lao Zhao hurriedly walked out, gathered people, and quickly completed the things that Situ Yi explained.

In the room, Situ Yi slowly closed his eyes, and his face showed a trace of fatigue. These things are not so easy to get, even if he is a master of yin and yang arts, it has taken a lot of time and strength, and he has to recover his spirit and spirit.

Faintly, his figure was as steady as a mountain, not moving at all, like a wax figure hidden in the darkness, and a trace of mysterious aura swirled around him.

......

Time passed 1 minute and 1 second, and Situ Yi was meditating quietly in the room, gradually recovering his vitality and the three treasures of essence and spirit.

He felt that his soul had been slightly sublimated, whether it was physical or spiritual level, after penance, continuous training, there would always be a little progress.

And the cultivation of Xuanmen Qimen all the way is to rely on little by little progress, constantly accumulating, and finally from quantitative change to qualitative change, just like a volcanic eruption, constantly accumulating underground fire poison, once it has to erupt, even if you want to stop it, you can't stop it, the rolling heat pours out, changing the day, turning the world upside down.

Whether it's a martial artist or a Xuanmen road, it's all like this. No accumulation of steps, no thousands of miles, no accumulation of small streams, no rivers and seas.

One law is clear and ten thousand laws are connected, all the truths in this world are the same, and together they form the rules of this world, Situ Yi has always believed in this.

And at this moment outside, the old housekeeper Zhao is instructing his subordinates to hurry up, they don't know which temple and which Taoist temple to pull a group of monks and Taoists, do not do things, do not open the utensils, just around a huge bonfire constantly chanting their most familiar mantra and requiem sutra, under the sunlight, sweating.

Next to it are the sacrificial Sansheng, three cows, three pigs, and 14 bloodletted black-feathered red-crowned roosters less than two years old.

The old housekeeper Zhao kept reminding on the side, calling someone to take care of it, don't let the fire go out, in the raging flames, 14 strange-looking straw-woven scarecrows slowly turned into ashes in the bonfire, and the strange thing is that at the moment they were burned out, all their faces showed a terrifying smile.