Liao Yuanzheng drove all the way to the outskirts with Wang Quanquan, and after crossing a stone bridge, he finally arrived at a village.

Many people in the village had already slept, and Liao Yuanzheng parked his car in front of a house with lights on and knocked on the door.

The houses in front of me are no different from the surroundings, they are all white walls and red tiles, except for the two red lanterns in front of the door that look a little unusual, in which the lights are flickering, and they seem to be candles.

Wang Quanquan looked up at the lantern, the door opened, and a middle-aged man poked his head out, glanced at Liao Yuanzheng, and then at Wang Quanquan, and did not ask much, and directly let the two in.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm really sorry to come and disturb me in the middle of the night." Liao Yuanzheng apologized.

"It doesn't matter."

The middle-aged man didn't seem to be good at words, so he just smiled honestly and went to the kitchen to boil water.

Wang Quanquan looked at the courtyard in front of him, this place is not big, but it can scare people who come for the first time enough, if there is a child, it is estimated that he will have to cry and make trouble on the spot.

There is a shed at the south end of the yard, and the shed is full of paper people and paper horses of all colors.

I'm afraid that I am afraid of provoking unclean things, all the paper ties are not eye-catching, and some sundries seem to be piled up at the foot of the wall, but in fact, they form an insurmountable thunder pond formation.

Seeing that Wang Quanquan was staring at those dead things with interest, Liao Yuanzheng glanced at them a few more times, and he himself was panicked in the middle of the night, always feeling that those things had spirituality.

Wang Quanquan retracted his gaze and said casually:

"Master Liao, this Mr. Zhao does have some ability, and when you return to the West in a hundred years, you must buy his family's paper ties."

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about?"

Liao Yuanzheng, who has never believed in ghosts and gods, has also committed a taboo today.

While the two were chatting, the middle-aged man came out of the kitchen with a pot of tea, and the three of them sat down at a square table in the courtyard, and Liao Yuanzheng explained his intentions.

Zhao Guozhong listened carefully, looked at Wang Quanquan with curiosity, the so-called real person does not show his face, the young man in front of him seems to be ordinary, but in fact, he has the aura of a cultivator, the breath is condensed but not dispersed, and he breathes in and out with the momentum of a dragon and tiger, which should be the best exercise.

"What do you call this little brother?"

"The younger generation has the authority of the king, and I have seen Qingwei Zhao Daochang."

Wang Quanquan made a Taoist salute to the other party, and the middle-aged man said with surprise on his face:

"How do you know that I come from the Qingwei faction?"

"Zhao Daochang Santian sounded, the five organs roared, and there was the sound of wind and thunder, and at first glance, he practiced the orthodox thunder method of the Daomen. The younger generation is not talented, and he has seen a few Qingwei seniors, and he is still familiar with the direction of the Leifa context, so he boldly speculated. ”

Zhao Guozhong nodded and smiled:

"There aren't many young people like you now, I am indeed a disciple of Qingwei, it's a pity that I am not good at learning, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to deal with a borrowed corpse."

"The Taoist chief is saying that the gang of tomb robbers used to borrow corpses to resurrect their souls?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "Originally, I thought it was a corpse expulsion technique, and I tried to use five thunders to block the circulation of yin and yang, but it still didn't work, the corpse was rotten for a long time, and the movements were still flexible, which was very similar to the borrowing of corpses to resurrect the soul in the records of the master." ”

"I can't even deal with the thunder method, I'm afraid it's not that simple, it shouldn't be the immortal law, right?"

The art is divided into three, six and nine, and there are Tao, immortals, Buddhas, gods, evils, and demons.

As a cultivator, at most he stays in the realm of Taoism, and his tricks are nothing more than asking the gods to send generals, pretending to use the power of the immortals of heaven and earth. If you want to further enhance your power and make the ghosts scatter and the demons escape, you need to become an immortal and become an immortal completely.

Jiuyuan's so-called immortals do have a trick similar to borrowing corpses to resurrect souls, which can occupy the body of a living person or the body of a person who has just died, and take it away.

It's just that once the seizure is cast, it will invisibly damage the good fortune, and it will also be infected by the turbidity of the world, and the real immortals will not use it easily, let alone disdain to dig graves with it.

Wang Quanquan turned his head and asked Liao Yuanzheng, who had been in the clouds:

"Old Liao, when will those people do it next time?"

"It's been a few days."

"Okay, then I'll fight them."

Wang Quanquan said lightly, but the old man on the side was worried, in the end, the other party is just a child, can he really deal with this kind of mysterious and mysterious thing?

……

The two said goodbye to Zhao Guozhong, drove back, and before leaving, Wang Quanquan asked for some yellow paper cinnabar, which was stuffed in his pocket.

Liao Yuanzheng was silent for a long time, and finally spoke:

"Quan, if you're not sure, forget it, I'll find someone else to ......"

Wang Quanquan directly interrupted the other party:

"Don't worry, old man, I cherish my life the most, if I can't beat it, I will definitely shake people as soon as possible."

Liao Yuanzheng saw that he was so confident, and he relaxed a little.

Time is three days, Wang Quanquan has been waiting for news, dare to dig the ancestral grave of the Wang family on the capital, even if there is no invitation from Liao Lao, he will take the initiative.

In the evening, the long-awaited phone finally rang, and the other end of the phone was less calm than before, and said concisely:

"Xiaoquan, those people are starting to act."

"Okay, I'll wait at the company."

In less than a quarter of an hour, a car was parked downstairs, and Wang Quanquan opened the door, and there were still two people sitting in the back row.

He had seen it before when he was a little younger, it was Zhao Guozhong, another one who was about the age of a sixtieth birthday, with white sideburns and a smiling appearance, and saw him take the initiative to greet him:

"This is Little Brother Wang."

"Who are you?"

"I am Guozhong's senior brother, surnamed Liu."

"Oh, Daochang Liu, it's a good luck."

Old man Liu was carrying a bulging satchel and wearing a Tang costume and cloth shoes, looking like a fairy style, but the gold watch in his hand looked out of place.

The aura on the two brothers is almost the same, and it is thought that Liao Lao was afraid that Wang Quanquan was not an opponent, so he specially invited him to help.

A few people briefly analyzed the situation all the way, and when they arrived at the place, it was already dark.

Zhao Guozhong and Old Man Liu began to arrange the formation with the small yellow flag, and Wang Quanquan knew that it was a little redundant, so he climbed to a high altitude to observe the terrain.

The dragon veins of the Wang family are majestic, and they are still impressive after thousands of years, and Wang Quanquan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he said to himself:

"Don't drop the chain for a while."

Jumping down the hill, Zhao Guozhong and the two have already set up a formation, there is a Yin Bucket in front, a thunder pool in the back, and a lock on the outer layer Seven Passes, as long as you take the things of yin and yang, there is no possibility of escape after entering.

In order to protect Liao Yuanzheng and these ordinary people, they also deliberately set up a Vajra Array to block the evil spirits.

Wang Quanquan didn't know much about the Dao Formation Formation, but he was also an immortal, and he saw the approximate purpose at a glance, and he stepped forward and said:

"Have the two Daoists ever seen a true immortal?"

"I've met once or twice, but I haven't met." Zhao Guozhong said expressionlessly.

Old man Liu lit a cigarette, showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said with a smile:

"It's a pity, let's fight demons, but we've never fought with Xian'er."

"Maybe this opportunity will come."

As soon as Wang Quanquan finished speaking, a young man in his twenties ran towards him, and when he approached, he lowered his voice and said:

"Liao Bureau, they started."

Liao Yuanzheng's expression immediately became serious, and he arched his hand towards the three of them and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's hard work."

…… (End of chapter)