Zhong Fabai, who was carrying a stainless steel magic sword and hanging three clear bells from his waist, took the lead and walked over.

Taoist Yun: Holding the emperor bell, throwing fire for thousands of miles, and flowing bells are also eight chongs.

This emperor bell refers to the three clear bells.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the presiding priest would hold a musical instrument called a cymbal in his hand, and the emperor bell was a proportionally reduced cymbal.

Therefore, just by gently shaking the three clear bells, you can alarm the ghosts and gods, and people sound crisp and pleasant, and feel extremely relieved.

In other words, this thing has the effect of calming the mind, restraining evil spirits and demons, and specializing in corpse turning into evil.

And the reason why he brought this thing was related to Meng Fan, because he told Jin McGee in advance to let him bring all the guys.

At this moment, Meng Fan looked at the master who was wrapped in various magic weapons, and his heart was at ease.

Squeak, squeak......

Zhong Fabai came to the door, stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door, only to hear a sound come out.

Apparently, the country house was unlocked.

So, a group of people walked in.

Uncle Feng explained the doorway for everyone: "The whole garden is covered with black mud, and there is no grass, if you don't guess wrong, it must be a lime floor." ”

As he spoke, he tapped the ground lightly with his toes.

The top layer of black floating earth is pushed away, revealing the white lime inside.

Dasha was full of surprise: "What's the use." ”

He was the only one in the audience who did not know about it.

Jin Maiji spoke quickly and said: "Charcoal powder moisture-proof, lime embalming, ancient methods of raising corpses. ”

After speaking, he looked at the master.

Zhong Fabai nodded:

"Yes, I told you."

Hearing this, Dasha silently wrote down the knowledge points, and it is inevitable that he will have to deal with gods and ghosts in the future.

Meng Fan did not participate in the discussion.

The spacious villa yard is empty, except for a row of grass and trees, and a fine Japanese-style double-storey house.

The place he was concerned about was the stone pillar of the door of the house, and a chrysanthemum pattern was engraved on the front, representing the cultivation of the owner of the place-

The spirit realm turns to the devil's path.

Besides, the enchantress should have known the moment they pushed the door in.

How will the other party make a move?

While Meng Fan was thinking in his heart, Dasha and his junior brother Jin Maiji had already squatted down, grabbed a handful of lime, and felt the difference in the place where the corpses were raised up close.

"It's cold."

"It feels like the body instinctively resists."

Although it is a little unauthentic to say this, Meng Fan, who came back to his senses, really wanted to laugh, this scene is a bit like a kindergarten child recognizing things under the leadership of a teacher.

Of course, compared with the master and Uncle Feng, in terms of Taoism, he is also a kindergarten child.

As soon as he thought of this, Meng Fan gathered his mind, squatted down, put his hand on the burial ground, felt the breath inside, and said at the same time:

"There are glass shards."

"I guess, it's to gather the mist and gather the essence of the sun and the moon."

Meng Fan, who had read the script in advance, had no accidents and was recognized by the two division commanders.

"Brother Dao, what are your plans?"

After speaking, Zhong Fabai proposed: "When the two pillars outside are blown down and break the feng shui general trend arranged by the evil demon's outer path, let's rush directly into it." ”

"Okay." Uncle Feng nodded.

Meng Fan's expression was serious.

Self-confidence is self-confidence, we must not be careless, we must go all out, be cautious and cautious.

So he opened his mouth and proposed: "Master, why don't we open an altar here first, and kill the sharp spirit of the people in the cult in the air first, so as to show the demeanor of my famous Chinese family." ”

"What's more, the Jiuju faction was originally a sect established by the Japanese people in their own country during the cultural exchange period of the Sui and Tang dynasties.

Today, they came to Hong Kong Island to transport poisons and raise corpses, so they should let these demons worship their ancestors! ”

In the past, when fighting with the ghosts of the Imperial Army Club, the master took action at any cost, and directly suppressed the ghosts and traitors inside so that they couldn't move, and the three old ghosts were also in a very poor state, and they were easily killed by him and his junior brother who had not yet entered the Tao.

Therefore, if you have the ability to kill and damage the enemy from a distance, you don't need to be so reckless.

A Taoist priest is also a type of mathman, not a warrior.

There is one thing to say, the master is good at everything, and he has great ability, but he is not lucky, he can always meet his pig teammates, and he has an impulsive personality......

Let the Jiuju faction worship their ancestors.

Hearing this, he was angry, and Zhong Fabai immediately said: "Okay! ”

"So I asked the Oriental clown to see my Maoshan authentic mysticism, and Ji Tsai went outside to move the offering table in the car, and I wanted to set up an altar in front of them."

Hearing this, Uncle Feng's interest also came up.

Decades ago, this group of Japanese invaded China, burned, killed and looted, and did all kinds of evil, and now they have come to Hong Kong Island to do evil, and they must be exterminated!

Frankly speaking, if he broke into Jiuju's lair alone, he would definitely not act like this, but would be tempted step by step.

Now......

I can't find a reason to lose.

Therefore, it is a good thing to use a crushing posture to face the enemy, and it just happens to show the evil breath in my heart.

"Borrow your body."

Eyes cast on Dasha.

"Huh?"

Dasha was stunned for a moment, and then replied:

"Okay, but don't mess around, Master."

Although he didn't know what his body would be used for, he still decided to lend it to Uncle Feng.

Meanwhile.

Inside the Japanese-style room with a door and several curtains.

Michiko Saikyo sat elegantly on the futon, gently stroking a blue-eyed white cat.

This snow-white cat, who seemed to be very tired, lay quietly under the palm of its owner's hand.

Not far away, there stood a burly man wearing a silver martial arts shirt, his eyes full of evil spirits.

And on the ground, Eddie, who was lying with muscles all over his body, did not need Meng Fan and others to take action, and did not need legal sanctions, he was already dead.

This guy hurriedly came to Michiko Saikyo, thinking that everyone was a grasshopper on a rope, and wanted to take the money out to avoid the limelight.

As a result, he overestimated his status and underestimated the Jiuju faction.

In Michiko's eyes, something that is not even as good as a dog, kill it, kill it, there is nothing to hesitate about-

Mirror Soul Collector takes Eddie's life.

The demon pet sucks the soul and lures it to himself.

With a flick of her fingers, she wrapped the red rope around the white cat's neck and strangled it.

After a few moments, the white cat was safe and sound, and got up from the ground, but his spirit was slightly weakened, and Eddie's idiot was not so good.

"The Lei Fagao from the police station is here, and four of his followers are following."

Michiko Nishikyo muttered.

The "Lei Fa Gaoren" in her mouth naturally refers to Meng Fan, and the other four people are ignored and classified as the miscellaneous fish police, the kind who are responsible for the attack.

This......

Fortunately, Meng Fan didn't know.

In front of the master and uncle, how can he be called a master when he is a junior.

I saw Uncle Feng take out a stick of incense, and with a shake of his fingers, it spontaneously combusted without fire.

Then, he threw the essence blood, hair, and yellow talisman that he had prepared from Eddie's eyebrows into the glass bottle.

Incense head tossed in.

Smoke rises.

As the glass bottle snapped into his mouth, Dasha's eyes were blurred, and he successfully became a tool man.

Not far away, the master, with the cooperation of his junior and younger brothers, quickly set up the altar.

"Afan, the patriarch canopy ruler will lend me a one."