Half an hour had passed, and the old man led the little girl into the green clouds, which seemed to be one, but in fact it was divided into four square attics.

In the courtyard of the pavilion, Lao Dao, whose hair was covered with spider silk, opened his eyes, spread his right palm, and on his ring finger, there was a green and yellow grasshopper, swallowing his breath with Lao Dao. There was also the sound of a wooden fish striking on the side, and the sound was in my ears. He opened his mouth and swallowed, and then a few light raindrops on the side turned into candy and entered his mouth, spreading out the paper figure in front of him.

The paper figure reached the waist of an ordinary person, and five frames were circled with red ink, each of which was not too small and not too small an inch in circumference, pinched the surrounding straw, pulled out one, and stuffed it into the paper figure. He pulled the red thread, pulled out the straw in it, and was instantly lit. With a pinch of his fingers, it was extinguished in an instant.

Lao Dao looked at the empty paper man's head inside, and then pressed the ring finger in his hand on the index finger, and the other three fingers were closed, chanting a mantra: "Three inches to one, red paper extinguishing technique." ”

He picked up three straws in his hand and stuffed them in, his heart pounding as if it was about to burst out of his chest. Also on the chest of the paper man, there was a sound of the beating of the heart, and the red thread grasped by the old Taoist hand, the tip of his left finger was on it, and the straw was slowly pulled.

With a plop, the straw was still ignited.

He frowned and scolded: "This person has such strength. When the red paper extinguishing technique can be pulled out of my palm, it can penetrate into my power and let me end it directly. ”

He picked up a large handful of straw and stuffed it into it, pinched the spell and unleashed it again, and a strange wind hung under the tree, blowing up Lao Dao's hair, and the spider silk on it was pinched by him, crumpled into a ball, and threw it in the same way, "This is also for you, I don't believe that I can't handle you monster." ”

After the old man sent the little girl into the pavilion, he looked at the old road below, and said with a smile: "The tailwind is the time for you to pinch the method, and the headwind is the time when people are majestic." Carefully burn off your half-bald hair, so that you can be a bald old monk happily and happily. ”

Lao Dao frowned, as if he was not satisfied with his words, but he didn't sulk, he pulled his red line, pulled it out slowly, and wanted to let out a bad breath. Who knows, the wind blew again, and his people's straw fell again along the headwind, and even the paper man's head burned. He opened his mouth wide and whistled, and in the direction of the fire, the fire stopped, and his head was burned.

The old man who was left laughing in the attic showed a look of shame.

"A person who cultivates his body hurts people with the small magic of mortals. The few black-robed night walkers sitting in this underworld are not jealous, and you are afraid that you are dealing with the autumn aquatic student who plucked the kitten. ”

"You're talking about the scholar?"

The old man nodded, walked down the attic, stood in front of him with his body bent, and said, "Qiu Shuisheng is a demon. Ten years ago, he was taken in by the little boy, provoked the demon people, and ran into the house overnight to kill people. The little boy was not a trickster, he raised the oil lamp and urged their demon bodies to be active, and when the water was splashed, the wooden fish blew and blew their demons to the ground. Overnight, won't you be dragged away?"

Lao Dao awkwardly touched the remaining headless paper man, feeling a little guilty in his heart, "The talent is mediocre, I have a heart to the Tao, I am weak, and I have no chance." When will I be able to calm my mind and make me feel the feeling of heart. ”

When he spoke, he was a little sad, got up and threw the paper figure aside, and listened to the sound of the wooden fish in the air with peace of mind. He was wrapped in a pale yellow cloth, from his shoulders to his body. The old man's left hand was raised and placed on his back, drawing two fishes, black and white, and the small wood in his hand rolled on the ground and pulled out the appearance of a child playing in the water.

"Just now, the little apricot was playing in the water, I have a lot of feelings, and I will pass you a way. Try it in half a year!"

The old man's hand slowed down a few steps, his fingers together, and he drew on his back, pulling out a large circle with one stroke, and then an arc with one stroke, and two small circles in one stroke. A finger scratch was printed on Lao Dao's clothes, and then in black and white, his right hand tugged at it from under the flat hood above. Let Lao Dao's forehead sweat bubble up, and he asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"

The old man saw him wiping his sweat with one hand and holding on to the nearby wall with the other, and the white wall responded to the figure of a person, like painting an ink and dye pen, hazy.

"Don't be in a hurry, your physique is so good, where are you afraid of freezing fire?"

"It's not that I'm not afraid, it's that I'm panicking!" the old man snorted, and the yin and yang fish that he picked out slipped into the traces of the little girl he painted underground, and he didn't see it at the last glance, but this time he saw it again, and he lived!

The little carp played in the water, and the little girl threw the stone into the water.

The little carp is white, the little girl is black, the water is black, the stone is white, and in this moving scene, the little girl's movements are repeated only on both sides and then stops, and the splash of water is splashed into the water. On the purple and yellow soil on this side, the purple color was revealed and blended in, instantly adding a trace of ethereal and inscrutable feeling. The old man shook the picture, leveled the yin and yang fish, and said secretly:

"This 'purple' spoiled my good mood again. ”

He turned his head and asked, "Do you understand?"

Lao Dao touched his head and said with a smile: "I understand a little." ”

"Then you can use it, blend into the paper man, and then deal with that autumn water student. ”

Lao Dao stepped aside and picked up the paper man that was dropped, and if he was missing his head, he felt that the appearance of many people had faded, and he was a headless monster. In the calligraphy taught to him earlier, it was originally the function of the mortal moon elder to pull the red thread, and it was a wonderful thing to bring about a karma between men and women. But what the old man told him was that the dotted line pulled the rope, which could pull out the happy soul of the person involved (meaning the joy of marriage), but the demonization of the human form, and it was not completely in the hands of the old man of the Ministry of Yue, it was just a trick for a Taoist to practice. It can be regarded as an unlucky spell to pull out the cause of people's love in a calculated way.

The spell is in the Nameless City, and it will only look for causes in it, and it can also be used to use a strand of hair that Lao Dao picked up last time he passed by the underworld, put it in the paper figure, pull it with a red thread, and use the straw on it as a bait to pull out the person who wants to perform the spell. It's just that he is stupid, and he doesn't know how to use it flexibly, and he uses it on the devil's body. Fortunately, the old man saw it and asked him to use the yin and yang fish to trap the autumn aquatic life.

If you want to ask Qiu Shuisheng if he has offended him, Lao Dao must answer, yes. Because he was a well-known foolish man in the Nameless City, all those who passed by him would fool him and sell the magic weapon in his hand, and he would count the money for others as if he were a beneficiary. The old man met him on the road and told him that under the old tree, he could understand a little about the art of time.

One day, to no avail.

Two days, to no avail.

Three days, to no avail.

After counting the days and getting dark, and only a month had passed, he came to the old man's place and sat down on the big bluestone next to the courtyard in front of the door. Every day when it is bright, I come, and when it gets dark, I step back with my legs and feet. The old man saw how hard he waited, so he ordered it every other day, but what he learned was also halfway, and when he was about to succeed, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and stopped.

The old man looked helpless, so he said that he directly taught him the casting of spells, and now he has learned a little essence.

The name of this old road is taken from the poem "The pool is thousands of feet deep, see the clouds and see the moon", the front does not recognize the latter sentence, the clouds see the sun, the old man said that there is a day not only know how to brute force, cultivate the body, but also can be clear at once, the path is quiet, suddenly open. One day, you can practice the Dharma and practice fellow practitioners, so as not to be controlled by others and become an unconscious puppet, and live a life in vain.

The old man drew the same yin and yang fish pattern as the old man, leaving scratches on the paper figure. Then he stared at him and didn't know what to do next, and after thinking for a long time, the old man said: "The spell can be used together, and it doesn't matter if you integrate what you learned before." ”

He thought for a long time, took out some straw, pressed it into the paper figure, waited for the red line to pinch the fingertips of his left hand, and continued to pull, this time there was no spontaneous combustion, the yin and yang two fish on the paper figure jumped, standing in mid-air. When the red line is pulled out, there is a straw burning in it, and the whole paper figure is left with a blurred yin and yang fish in the air.

He smiled awkwardly, and the old man shook his head and said, "You succeeded." You can go back and have a good understanding. ”

Lao Dao straightened his waist and wanted to salute, but he pressed down and bent over. I didn't see him get up just now, I couldn't see my fat belly, this move, it was a fat belly, I snorted a few times, and said, "Thank you senior." ”

The old man shook his head and saw him jump away.

.....

In the pitch-black cottage, the dark walls were painted with ash like the bottom of a black pot, and the whole person was dressed in a black robe. The moment I looked up, I saw the face smeared with black oil, shining under a small candle flame.

He opened his mouth, revealing a clear mouthful of white teeth.

I was still very puzzled to see that the little scarecrow in my hand had broken a big hole, and the broken position was the human heart. He scratched his head, puzzled.

When he was walking on the road just now, he saw that the robe on his body instantly burned, and he was frightened and turned into hiding in his room. Immediately greeted the Dharma in the house, but the heart of the demon was not the heart of a man, so he took the scarecrow to the big house, saw the little boy curled up on it, and said, "Master, someone fought against me just now, and I saw that it was not as good as me, so I blocked his two attacks." But for the last time, it broke the position of people's hearts. ”

The little boy didn't speak, waved his hand and took the scarecrow in his hand, looked at it twice, and said, "Yin and yang, two fishes, the red line." ”

"There is a person who has cast a spell on you, and the curse is on your marriage. ”

The black-robed man looked puzzled, "I don't have a human marriage......

The little boy of "That ....." also encountered this kind of thing for the first time, and threw back the scarecrow.

"It's boring. ”