"Five lightning whips, twenty movements, all over in an instant."

The teachings of Master Ma of the County Mixed Yuan Gate echoed in Ah Wei's ears, and he felt that he knew the essence of it.

Do whatever you want!

When this master taught this move, every time he performed it, he did not have the same thing, and Ah Wei thought that he was a once-in-a-century martial arts wizard, and he quickly saw through the doorway, that is, he did not stick to the form......

So, he lifted the [True Lightning Whip] and rushed towards the female ghost.

Due to the assistance of Meng Fan, Ah Wei walked like a fly with the blessing of the wind attribute, so fast that he left an afterimage in the air, and stepped on the roof crest with a jump, and lashed at the head of the female ghost.

Five lashes are done in an instant!

What Master Ma couldn't reach, Ah Wei easily achieved, and the already desperate female ghost was completely convinced, and she was hit by five lightning whips in the front and collapsed to the ground, looking like she was at the mercy of others.

"By the end of traditional kung fu, you've already lost."

The night wind was noisy, blowing Ah Wei's hair, he stood with his hands in his hands, and said, "I will go to the underworld in a while, so I can do it myself!" ”

This trick ......

Isn't it just a routine with Wang Baquan?

Meng Fan forcibly suppressed the idea of complaining, and with a casual move, Ah Wei, who was pretending to be a master on the roof ridge, screamed, and flew upside down and fell to the ground.

"Senior brother, when will I reach the state I just had?"

"Practice hard, you will have a chance."

As a senior brother, you must not hit the other party and say the truth that there is no hope in this life.

Without waiting for Ah Wei to speak, Meng Fan said again:

"Silence, the altar is open."

I didn't recite the Eight Great Divine Mantras, after all, I didn't invite any great gods, and the name of impermanence was written on the rune paper.

To send a powerful ghost on the road, you will inevitably not need Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusheng, just a nameless soul charmer.

The atmosphere became solemn.

Ah Wei restrained his expression.

A black mist surged in front of the altar.

The black light flashed, and the black impermanence with the mourning stick appeared in front of the two of them and a ghost.

"Little Daoist, what's the matter?"

The voice is not gloomy, but a little rich, giving people a sense of generosity.

"People live in the yang house, ghosts live in the yin, this is the number of days, please send someone to escort this ghost back to the underworld."

As he spoke, Meng Fan took out a golden judgment from his bosom that passed through the two worlds of yin and yang.

Clang!

A golden chime.

The big sentence cracked.

A gold grain about the size of a fingernail is sent to the ghost, which is considered a benefit fee for inviting the other party to run.

As for why not give a big sentence?

Because it is reluctant, it is also necessary.

According to the three gamblers, three big sentences can buy a spacious mansion in the most prosperous area of the underworld, and a nameless yincha, as a Maoshan Daoist, as long as the reason is right, he can be sent at will.

"Thank you."

The big man's appearance was difficult to speak, he really wanted a big sentence, and he was on top of him for fifty years.

There is no way, the life span is endless, as long as you don't encounter a big murderer halfway and are beaten to the point that your soul is scattered, it is one of the most iron rice bowls in the world, and it is naturally impossible to have too high a fortune.

Because of this, they take a little bribe from the yang people at most to help with small things, and the top can understand this and turn a blind eye.

Over time, conventions have become customary.

"This woman is indeed fierce, and she must not be left to live in the world."

Maybe it was the first time I met the Taoist master who was so generous, and the ghost couldn't help but say more, and dragged the female ghost over with a chain, explaining:

"Turning from a grudge to a ghost, and recently contaminated with blood, sooner or later he will completely lose his mind, and according to his obsession, he will bring disaster to the world."

This is not a secret, Meng Fan already knew it, and Ah Wei was happy in his heart, feeling that he had made progress again.

"Labor and trouble sent people to directly escort her to the city of vain, use the grinding plate to get rid of the cause and effect and resentment before death, and decide whether to be reincarnated or live in the underworld for a long time."

"There is another soul, please escort it to the first hall and shine a light on the past in front of the mirror platform."

As he spoke, Meng Fan beckoned.

A round-eyed corpse flew out of a dark corner, apparently inhumane to the point of death.

"Distillery Owner!" Ah Wei called out his identity.

Without Lao Mengfan's shot, he waved the impermanent mourning stick, directly hit the soul body, and said with compassion:

"This kid doesn't need to go to the Evil Mirror Table, just rely on his karma to come out of the Eight Cold Ice Hell, the Eight Flame Fire Hell, and then go to the Tongue Pulling Hell......"

The female ghost's eyes are red, she killed the owner of the winery, but she still feels that it is not enough, and she plans to wait for the other party to pass the first seven, the ghost body is stable, and then she will be tortured in person for eternity and eternity, how can she fake it in the hands of others?

It's a pity that Meng Fan has already made a decision, he has a clear conscience, and his fist is the biggest!

"If the Taoist master has something to do in the future, he will directly greet the small one, and he will not hesitate to say goodbye."

"The little one's name is Jia Chengren."

The words fell.

The wind was howling, and there was nothing left in the open space in front of the altar.

"There is a high probability that this woman will not be reincarnated, you go to the neighborhood to inquire about her name, and burn some money in the future on the Midyear Festival."

"Yes, senior brother."

After the excitement, Ah Wei returned to normal, and his conscience told him to sympathize with the weak woman, and he should make amends for his previous insulting words and unconcealed words.

"Let's go, let's go to the Yamen tonight."

"I'm going to stay in Jiuquan for a while."

Meng Fan packed up the magic weapon, retrieved the waist card, and walked away from the winery.

Long stay?

Senior brother has no relatives and friends here, how can he have such thoughts?

Scratching his head, Ah Wei was puzzled and followed closely.

What's the point? Follow Senior Brother Meng to mix and drink!

He could have thought about it, too.

In fact, Meng Fan was thinking about how to deal with the main drama.

Do you want the church to reopen?

When did the Western vampire take out?

How to concoct that mayor son!

In this era, more than 70 years have passed since the feat of Humen's cigarette era, and some people have a crooked idea and transport drugs in the name of driving out corpses.

Harming others and benefiting oneself and harming the villagers, the crime cannot be punished!

By the way, the guy who slays the dragon with the name of the Dao can't let it go either.

After arriving at the Yamen, Meng Fan had a plan in his heart.

Next.

The sky was bright.

The crowd was awakened by the sound of a loud bell.

Ah Wei ran out with his pants and scolded who had no merit and didn't let people sleep early in the morning, and Meng Fan, who had finished collecting the first wisp of purple qi between heaven and earth, shook his head secretly, and said in his heart:

Coming so soon?

He knew exactly what the bell meant—

Western churches reopen!

It also means that it's been a few days since the vampire was born.

In the past, the old priest was guided by strange voices, went out on a thunderstorm day, and was killed by a cross.

Soon after, a member of the night watch, guided in a similar way, went to the basement alone and, contrary to common sense and instinct, pulled out the cross that had been planted in the old priest's corpse and unleashed the devil.

"Ah Wei, go and call those brothers of yours, bring spears, and accompany me out on errands."

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