"Mrs. Xiu, I'm going to start doing it, and I ask you to avoid it. ”

Yuan Chengzi pinched his fingers and calculated, it was late at night, it was the time for Yin Si to act, and motioned to Mrs. Xiu to wait outside for the time being, and the ghosts and gods acted to avoid outsiders watching.

Mrs. Xiu nodded and withdrew, although she was curious about this immortal spell, she was afraid of ghosts and gods, and she didn't dare to offend.

Yuan Chengzi began to prepare for the operation, first lit three injections of incense, closed his eyes, and adjusted his mind.

After a while, Yuan Chengzi adjusted, and when he opened his eyes, he looked like a fairy wind bone, but his eyes were full of evil spirit.

Instead of using the cinnabar on the table, he took out a small bottle from his sleeve, uncorked it, and poured out a few drops of dark red liquid, emitting a rancid stench, which was the blood of a dead man.

Cinnabar belongs to yang, the decent draw talismans with cinnabar, the dead belong to yin, and the wicked draw talismans with the blood of the dead.

Yuan Chengzi dipped his pen in the blood of the dead, drew the talisman, and recited the incantation in a low voice, wrote Zhang Xian's rooting eight characters, wrapped his hair in the talisman paper, and folded it into a triangle.

Then put the triangular talisman in the middle of the altar, hold the bell in one hand, pinch the law decision in the other, recite the spell in a low voice, and the bell shakes: "Ding Ding Bell ......"

An invisible wind swept by, and the low spell was like ripples on the surface of the water, overlapping and spreading invisible.

In the small courtyard.

Zhang Xian washed and slept under Xiaoying Xiaotian's service, but he didn't fall asleep, tossing and turning, his mind was difficult to calm down, and he had an inexplicable sense of crisis, thinking about what happened today.

"Uncle Liu was taken away, and Mrs. Xiu just wanted my hair?"

This doubt lingers in my heart, I always feel that something is wrong, but I don't know where it is, is it possible to use his hair to do some evil magic?

"Hmm, the ...... of evil arts" As soon as the thought arose, he couldn't help but react, blood, nails, and hair, these were commonly used items in Fang Immortal's spells.

He has read Fang Xianqun's books over the years, although most of these books are superstitious and chaotic, but he still agrees with Fang Xian's subtlety, such as his reincarnation.

He clearly knows that he is reincarnated, and he has his own thinking and his own habitual speech from birth.

However, in his previous life before reincarnation, he didn't remember, because of this, he was also obsessed with Fang Xian, and he always wanted to try it, but unfortunately his body was not good.

In today's Universiade Dynasty, Emperor Yang is obsessed with Fang Xian, and the court and the opposition are prevalent in Fang Xian's technique.

"If there really is an existence that understands the Tao and conduct, won't I be going to suffer?"

He was in a hurry, and immediately thought of a description in Fang Xian's book: General spells are all yin ghost thoughts, formless and substantial, and there are many taboos, but anyone who practices martial arts to strengthen his body, has strong yang energy, or reads sensibly, has a strong heart, or is a person with high authority, majestic and majestic, or a person who is naturally bold, has no fear, or does not believe in ghosts and gods, etc., can restrain yin ghosts.

"Although I am physically weak, I am a person who reads and is reasonable, and I am in a high position in the country, so I must not be afraid, otherwise I will be harmed by ghosts and gods if my heart is weak, so I can't be afraid. ”

He repeatedly hinted to himself that he was a dignified countryman, well-read, and had a clear conscience in everything, how could he bow his head to these crooked things.

However, at this moment, a gust of wind swept through the house, and there was a "ding-ding" bell in his ears, and he couldn't help but shiver, only to feel cold, inexplicably a kind of illusion and illusion, as if standing in a grave, surrounded by dead people, lonely souls and wild ghosts wandering, complaining and crying, asking for his life, and as if whispering grudges, the sound poured into his ears, making him dizzy, unconscious, and even feeling that a ghost was pulling him.

"Damn, is there really an evil person harming me?"

He was shocked, the crying and curse in his ears overlapped with the bell of "Ding Ding Bell", and there was a kind of rhythm in the rhythm, just like the Taoist priest chanting the scriptures, overlapping and overlapping, the more he read it, the faster he recited, pouring into his brain from his ears, as if there were countless ghosts and ghosts rushing towards him, inexplicably frightened and afraid, unconsciously his face was pale, his head was full of cold sweat, and his body involuntarily trembled and twitched, as if he was lost in a nightmare and struggled.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm a dignified countryman, I read well, and my heart is ...... shame"

He repeatedly hinted to himself that he had a headache and was dizzy, his consciousness was already blurred, and he was almost about to fall into a coma, and he could only hold on to the idea that he could not be afraid, and tried his best to insist on not letting himself fall unconscious.

The more the incantation was recited, the faster the "ding bell" bell rang urgently, overlapping, lingering, crying, ghostly cursing, his consciousness became more and more blurred, his headache was splitting, and the illusion was numerous, as if he had been pulled into the underworld.

He struggled to support, like he hadn't slept for a few days and nights, and at this moment drowsiness struck, and his consciousness sank and sank, but he forced himself to hold on to his sleepiness and not let himself fall, this tormented feeling was shaky and extremely uncomfortable.

At this time, his mind moved, and he remembered the description of the Taoist book: If you encounter yin ghosts and demons, if you are confused by illusions, or you are delirious, or you refresh your mind with pain, or you drink alcohol to strengthen your spirits, or you eat spicy things, or you shout loudly, or you recite incantations, and so on.

He tried to refresh himself with pain, biting the tip of his tongue in his mouth, but found that he had no body, to be sure, his body was unconscious, and only one last thought was awake, as if in a dream.

"I can talk in my dreams, and I shout. ”

As soon as the thought flashed, he also lost his temper in his heart, and scolded: "Grass and mud horse, I am the prince of the dynasty, where is the demon, pretending to be a god and making a ghost, dare to harm me, give me a !!"

Sure enough, the sound of scolding rang out, not only refreshing the mind, but also suppressing the sound of chanting, and the ghost retreated, and immediately felt light, as if he was about to suffocate, he suddenly gasped, his whole body was comfortable, and his thoughts were clear.

"Hahaha, I see, ghosts and gods are haunted, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance. ”

He laughed loudly, got a breather, his heart was high, he understood the truth, and continued to scold: "Master, I am doing right, standing firm, not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night, come! Come on!!Let me see what you ghosts look like!!"

He does not retreat, but advances, provoking the ghosts and gods, and the less afraid he is, the farther the ghosts and gods retreat, and the weaker the sound of the jingling bell chanting.

Inside the secret room.

Yuan Chengzi rang the bell while reciting the incantation, engrossed, concentrated, had recited seven seven and forty-nine times, with his Taoism, he also felt a little tired, sweating on his forehead, and his thoughts could not concentrate, but the qi of the sensing triangular talisman actually rushed against him.

"Why isn't the little fool dead?

Yuan Chengzi was puzzled, this shouldn't be, with his current Taoism, even if he is an ordinary young man, strong and strong, and has strong yang energy, he can't carry this amulet, but this fool is not clear, and the Yuan Shen is weak, so it is impossible to bear it, let alone clash with his spells.

Strong spirit, Yuan Chengzi continued to chant the mantra, and recited it more than ten times, the sweat on his forehead was as big as a bean, he was already a little dizzy from exhaustion, his spirit was sluggish, and it was difficult to concentrate his thoughts anymore, but he still didn't see the effect, but he became more and more powerful.

"What's going on? Could it be that the little fool has something on his body that has opened the light?"

Yuan Chengzi thought of this possibility, now that the art of Fang Immortals is prevalent, the princes and magnates like to ask for immortals and ask, as a little fool Shaoguo Gong, wearing a talisman or something, this is also normal, not to mention that the father and grandfather of the little fool are all Fang Immortals, and they may have left something behind.

"No matter what kind of talisman you have, this immortal will definitely kill you tonight!"

Yuan Chengzi drank coldly, bit the tip of his tongue in his mouth, a strong pain, lifted his spirit, spit out a mouthful of blood on the rune paper, pinched the seal with his hand, and dipped the blood to draw the talisman.

"This immortal wants you to die in the third watch, and never leave anyone until the fifth watch, the yin detains the soul, and the ghosts and gods urge you to die, edict!"

Yuan Chengzi pressed the seal, the bell shook sharply, and a strong yin wind swept by, blowing the rune paper on the table flying, and the candle light was extinguished, as if there was an inexplicable power of ghosts and gods.

In the small courtyard.

Zhang Xian fell into the illusion, repelled the ghosts and gods, the demons did not dare to get close, but suddenly changed, the yin wind was fierce, the power of the ghosts and gods was fierce, a ghost appeared, and pounced on him suddenly, his face was hideous, and the yin qi was heavy, just like the yin of the underworld.

"Grass and mud horses, dare to be fierce, look for a fight!"

He was fearless, scolded and scolded, quite a hooligan ruffian, rushed head-on, raised a slap and slapped, the ghost whined and wailed, but the ghost did not disperse, and instantly condensed and appeared, and pounced on him again.

His mind moved, thinking of the boxing skills that he usually watched Liu Bo practice, and he was familiar with the moves, he started to fight, and the ghosts broke up, but they scattered and gathered, and continued to pounce, he also punched and punched, and the ghosts scattered and reunited, and he fought again, and his fists and feet were vividly displayed.

For a while, the two sides couldn't hold each other, Zhang Xian became more and more energetic, feeling very mysterious, like fighting with a ghost in a dream, and his heart moved: "I can fight ghosts in my dreams, so can I also draw talismans and chant spells in my dreams?"

At this point, I have a kind of enlightenment: "If you meet a ghost or a god, the soul does not possess the body, and falls into a fainting, first summon the soul, and then calm the nerves, my soul is still there, there is no need to summon the soul, but the body faints, when the requiem spell is used, the soul returns to its place, and the self-stability is not afraid of ghosts." ”

The requiem mantra appeared in his heart, and while fighting ghosts, he kept in mind the essentials of the mantra written in the book, concentrated, had no distractions, visualized the meaning of the mantra, and recited in a low voice:

"Heaven and earth are clear, and they are unintentional...... I am like Bodhi, indulgent and empty, quiet and clear, quiet and peaceful...... The spirit is here, awakening the surging of this world: pure, the peace of the world, and the decree of my ...... Soothe the soul, calm the anger, suppress the demons, restore the true self, Edict!"

A requiem mantra of more than 200 words, he finished the spell in one go, suddenly shook his whole body, propped himself up, clenched his fists, stared ahead with his eyes, looked at the dark house, his face was pale, and he was covered in cold sweat, as if he had woken up from a nightmare.

However, the consciousness at this moment made him stunned, his hand clenched into a fist, his whole body was strong, he could actually make a fist?

And the room was pitch black, and he couldn't see his five fingers, but he could see it clearly, and there was an indescribable mystery!

"Damn, what's going on?" he was momentarily stunned, not adjusting to this perception.

At this moment, the spell in his ear lingered, and he saw the ghost pounce on him, yes, he actually saw the ghost, exactly the same as he had seen in the dream just now!