The crowd below the altar suddenly stopped the noise, and their eyes showed fear and eagerness.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew around the Dharma platform, and an old voice came out from the blackened mist: "Shi Niu, is that you?"

The middle-aged man in his forties, who was standing in the corner of the Dharma platform and waiting, was shocked when he heard this voice, and muttered: "It's my father, it's my father who is calling me by my nickname, Dad, Dad, I'm here." ”

The black-clothed old man on the side pushed him and whispered, "Your old man's ghost is here, why don't you go over and kowtow." ”

The man woke up like from a dream, hurriedly came to the front of the Dharma bed, knelt down at the black mist, kowtowed, and shouted: "Dad, Dad, you are finally here, I am Shi Niu." ”

The black mist moved slightly, and continued: "Shi Niu, if you have something, tell me quickly. ”

The man named Shi Niu burst into tears and said, "Dad, since you left before old age, my eldest brother and I have been at odds, not only did he take away the ancestral house you left me, but even the one and a half acres of dry land you promised me in the back mountain should be divided, and it didn't work for me to find the village chief to say."

My brother insisted that these are all left by you to the eldest grandson, I am a homeless person, and I can't use these things, but the house and land have been taken away by them, what do you let me live on, Dad, you have to make decisions for me. After saying that, I couldn't stop crying.

It turned out to be an old story of discord between brothers, Hu Yinfeng sighed secretly in his heart, it seems that this man named Shi Niu is a bachelor, after the death of his father, his eldest brother bullied him alone, so he forcibly took away the house that his father left for his younger brother before his death, this has no choice but to ask for the father who has returned to the west.

"Hey," the black mist let out a long sigh, speechless for a long time, it seems that this ghost father can't help it, on the one hand, the eldest son who is unreasonable and forced to have family property, and on the other hand, the aggrieved younger son, the palms and backs of his hands are full of meat, so that the ghost father also doesn't know what to do.

After a while, Hei Wu finally spoke: "In this way, I still have five hundred yuan of foreign debts that have not been recovered, and the IOU is in the ceramic jar under the jujube tree in the courtyard of the old house, you go back and take it out, and ask for this debt." There are some silver jewelry in that ceramic jar, so I'll give it all to you.

At that time, the guarantor who borrowed the money was Uncle Changshui, who was behind the family, and Liu Yu from Qingshuiwan borrowed the money. I didn't have time to explain this matter because I left early, so you took the IOU and went directly to Changshui and asked him to help you get the account back.

Don't stay at home, sell that bit of silver jewelry, plus the arrears to be returned, go out and do some small business, see if you can find a daughter-in-law, and have a little to rely on for the rest of your life, do you hear?"

The voice of the black fog is not loud, and those who are a little farther away can't hear it, but because Hu Yinfeng is not far from the Dharma platform, and his eyesight and hearing are beyond ordinary people, he can hear the explanation of the ghosts in the black fog clearly.

The man named Shi Niu cried while listening, and after listening to his father's instructions and instructions, he was even more excited, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

At this moment, a loud gong suddenly sounded, and the old man in black came over, pulled up the stone ox kneeling on the ground, and helped him walk off the platform.

And the black mist floating in mid-air slowly dispersed, and the awe-inspiring magic appearance of the Great Wizard of Zhiye reappeared in front of everyone, and the suspended body slowly fell back to the Dharma bed, still sitting cross-legged, holding the Dharma seal, eyes slightly closed, and a solemn face.

The crowd of onlookers was even more discussed, praising the great wizard's sophistication, which is indeed worthy of the title of ghost master.

The man named Shi Niu stepped off the stage, wiping his tears and laughing, and when he met people, he said that he had relied on the rest of his life, and suddenly many people gathered around and asked about the process of the matter.

Needless to say, after about five minutes, another gong sounded, and the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet again. At this time, the lucky winner of the second lucky draw of the red lottery walked to the stage under the guidance of the old man in black.

Hu Yinfeng looked at it, but it was a woman in her early thirties, wearing a national costume that Hu Yinfeng couldn't understand, and a large string of bright silver jewelry pinned to her head.

Hu Yinfeng knows that the Miao people are very fond of silverware, especially women, regardless of whether the family is rich or poor, they will generally have some silver jewelry.

This woman also stood in a corner of the Dharma platform under the guidance of the old man in black, trembling and waiting for the great wizard to pass the yin.

This time, Zhiye did not rise directly into the air, but lay flat on the bamboo bed, as if asleep.

After a few minutes, I saw a cloud of white mist-like gas slowly rising around the bamboo bed, surrounding the bamboo bed, like a large boiler that had just lifted its lid.

Everyone looked at all this in a daze, but Hu Yinfeng's heart moved, secretly thinking about what the hell the old guy Zhiye was doing, what did he do with the clouds and mountains and fog.

Thinking of this, I immediately remembered the Seven White Raccoons, I was very busy this day, since I arrived at Ye Zhigao's house, I communicated with Father Ye for most of the day, and I ate and accepted the Spirit Devouring Gu, but I forgot about this big fat cat.

I feel embarrassed at the moment, but I can't let the Seven White Beavers sleep anymore now, I have to invite it out to see what the Great Wizard of Zhiye is playing.

The tiger led the wind to move his mind, and communicated with the seven white civets, waking up the big fat cat from its slumber.

The Seven White Raccoon was a spirit body, not a real entity, and it was also locked by the Holy Gu Spirit Armor on Hu Yinfeng's body. If Tiger Induction Wind doesn't summon it, this guy can't jump out of the inner eye, and of course he can't get out of Tiger Induction's body.

However, because Hu Yinfeng locked its spirit in the spirit armor, in fact, to a certain extent, the two have a heart-to-heart side, otherwise when he was at Daddy Ye's house, the big fat cat would not have persuaded Hu Yinfeng to quickly accept the Spirit Devouring Gu.

Now when he heard the tiger leading the wind to call it, the seven white raccoon dogs woke up lazily from their sleep, and saw that the master had opened his inner eye, and looked at the Dharma platform through his inner eye, and immediately shouted: "This old guy actually knows psychic witchcraft,, I haven't seen it for many years, well, it's okay, it's okay for some years." ”

Psychic sorcery? Tiger Yinfeng didn't understand what the big fat cat was talking about for a while.

Seeing that the tiger didn't understand, the big fat cat explained: "Psychic witchcraft is what the saying goes, it is a kind of black witchcraft, but ordinary people only know that there is this kind of witchcraft, but they don't know that psychic witchcraft is actually divided into levels, which are divided into three levels, namely walking yin, summoning, and fugue."

The old thing on this stage is now using the first level of psychic yin,, there are still such capable people in this broken place, I'll take a look, I'll see, it's a good dance, it's still like that. ”

"How did he know the thoughts of the dead man?"

The Seven White Raccoon said: "The acquisition and practice of psychic witchcraft are divided into two categories, one is blood and the other is psychic.

Xuetong is to mortgage one's own blood to evil spirits, so as to obtain the ability of channeling, but this has a price, that is, the practitioner of Xuetong has to use his own Yuanyang essence to constantly feed evil spirits, which can be regarded as paying for the spells he has learned.

Moreover, people who are blood-connected can only cultivate the first level of spiritism, that is, they can walk in the yin, and cannot cultivate a higher level of spiritism.

And in this way, every time a psychic wizard uses a spell, he will automatically reduce his life by a certain amount, and the more times he uses it, the closer he is to death, so most dark wizards are reluctant to choose this method to cultivate.

In order to obtain a spell, but lose a life, it will be more than worth the loss, but the advantage of blood pass is that it is direct and fast, and it can meet the requirements of the caster in a short period of time, and generally speaking, only some wizards with special needs will practice blood pass.

The principle is to use spiritual mediums, usually black jade, but also with a variety of spirits that have become the climate of the elixir to refine the elixir, so as to achieve the purpose of channeling.

The advantage of Lingtong is that you don't have to consume your own life, and the second is that when you improve your skills to a certain extent, you can obtain summoning and fugue skills.

However, the trouble is that although there is black jade in the world, there are very few that can be psychic, although all kinds of spirits can also be encountered, but it is extremely rare to be refined into a fine pill, so spiritism is a black witchcraft that tries its luck, unless you want to gamble with your life, and you will die if you are addicted. ”

I see, Hu Yinfeng sighed, it seems that there are countless Taoist witchcraft in the world, unheard of, as an ordinary person, these are really things that I can't think of, if I don't see it with my own eyes, I won't believe in the existence of these things.

Divine Eye Dao, Gu Spirit Armor, Seven White Raccoons, Spirit Devouring Gu, and the psychic witchcraft that I see now, all of them are unbelievable things, but all of them are real things, and Hu Yinfeng felt that his brain was very confused for a while.

"Hehe, although spiritism is difficult to obtain at the beginning, it can be passed on.

When the previous generation of psychic wizards died, their bodies were incinerated, remember, not with oil, nor with other firewood or miscellaneous wood, but only with peach wood for more than three years to burn the corpse, and you will get a piece of black relic.

This is the psychic sorcerer's heart, grind this black relic into powder, mix it with dew, smear it on your limbs and forehead, and when you wake up, you will be able to inherit the psychic sorcery of the previous great sorcerer.

Moreover, regardless of whether the predecessor is bloody or psychic, the inheritor's witchcraft is omnipotent, and he can not only walk in the yin, but also practice summoning and fugue, but it will take a certain amount of time and endowment, and some luck, depending on the destiny of each person. ”

Hu Yinfeng was talking to the seven white civets, and the woman on the stage had already stepped off the stage under the leadership of the old man in black, wiping her tears as she walked, and it seemed that the things she had explained had been done.

The next one to go up is the third one, still a man, but the age is a little younger, similar to Hu Yinfeng, after coming to power, it is still the same set of procedures, Hu Yinfeng looked at a rough idea, and it didn't feel very interesting.

It is indeed not a pleasure to stand for a long time in a crowded crowd, Hu Yinfeng only felt that both legs were a little sore, and glanced at Ye Zhigao, who was following closely behind him, and said that he wanted to quit and go around other places.

Ye Zhigao didn't seem to be very interested in crowding in the crowd, and he heard that Hu Yinfeng was tired and crooked, which was exactly what he wanted, so he led the way in front, and the two of them squeezed out of the crowd all the way with great difficulty, making Hu Yinfeng sweat.

Coming to the periphery of the square, the crowd of onlookers was much smaller, and Hu Yinfeng was finally able to take a breath. After resting for a few minutes, at the suggestion of Hu Yinfeng, Ye Zhigao took him around the rock village and admired the folk customs of the southwest Miaojiang.

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