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In the backyard, there is a small building, standing alone, which used to be used for hospitality, but now the doors and windows are covered with runic paper and scriptures, and Simonde's two daughters have been resettled. In this small building, there are no bamboos to accompany it, and no trees to grow, even the weeds are almost dead, and there is no sound of cicadas and birds chirping!

Chunyang leaned over and grabbed a handful of soil, which should have been full of steaming earth, but this handful of soil was very cool, and it could even be called cold, and grabbed a few more handfuls of soil, revealing a layer of miserable white soil underneath, like ground bones, white and palpitating!

Standing up and patting the soil on his hands, Chunyang turned to Simon and asked, "Mr. Simon, have you noticed that this place is particularly shady?"

When Lord Simon heard this, he sighed lightly and said, "If the real person doesn't say it, he really doesn't notice it, this place is really very cool!"

Chunyang was speechless, his original intention was to remind them to pay attention to the abnormalities in this place, and he didn't care about a few people but didn't care, he was really ignorant!

That Qingwei has the highest cultivation among several people, although he is mixed in the red dust, but he has also seen the casual cultivation of the world of cultivating immortals, and after listening to the words of that Lu Zhenren, his heart moved, but he was interested in it. The choice to set up an altar here was also the attention of those two groups. It is said that this place is clean and empty, and it is good to fight with the little ghosts.

That Xuan Zhen said: "At this time, it is noon, and the yang energy is too strong. The ghosts are all dormant, wait until the evening, when the ghosts come out, and then see what we do and surrender the ghosts!"

The dust monk also nodded in kindness, but Chunyang pulled Simon aside and said, "Mr. Simon, take me to see Miss Guigongzi first." ”

Those people have seen it many times, and they are too lazy to watch it again. shirked the need to get rid of ghosts at night, so he went back to his room to rest, but it was the old way. I don't know why, follow Chunyang to see. Master Ximen should be, leading Chunyang and Qingwei into the small building.

As soon as I entered the building, a gust of wind blew. The old man Simon and a few little guys trembled. I didn't care, but the old Dao of Qingwei was a spirit, looking around, I don't know what I was looking for! Pure Yang was full of spiritual light, and when the yin wind blew, it was like a cold ice bathing fire, and it dissipated directly.

However, the yin wind still attracted the attention of pure yang, and the first floor was a living room. Chunyang walked around and stomped a few feet in several places. Let Simon take him upstairs.

There is a bedroom upstairs, there is a large bed in the bedroom, there are three people lying side by side on the bed, and a lady in her thirties sitting on the edge of the bed is crying, listening to the sound, and quickly wiping away her tears.

Na Simon said: "This is my wife Simon Sun, and my three children are born of him alone, and now, alas!"

Chunyang stepped forward and saluted, "Poor Dao Lu Dongbin has seen Madame! ”

Ximen Sun glanced at the old man, and when he saw him nodding, he turned sideways and said, "Please ask the Taoist chief to bother!"

Although Simon was not very good-looking, his two daughters were both beautiful embryos, sixteen or seventeen years old, but their smaller bodies had big bellies! These two daughters were twins, born the same, lying on the bed at the moment, their bellies were raised, their faces were a little pale, their eyes were full of horror, and the hands of the two sisters were tightly clasped together.

And the seven or eight-year-old boy is in much better condition, he looks like he is asleep, but he has not eaten or eaten for a long time, and he relies on medicinal ginseng to continue his life, and he is a little skinny!

The golden pupils swept away, but saw that there was a dark and evil flesh and blood in the abdomen of the two women, and the flesh and blood looked like a baby, and it seemed that she was pregnant with an evil fetus! And the boy's eyebrows were a little black and entangled, but he was cast a spell to seal his soul, and then he fell into a state of deep sleep, which is a simple matter.

Chunyang checked the pulse again, and quietly sensed it with mana, confirming the truth, and then signaled Simon to speak outside the door.

Ximende hurriedly followed out the door, Na Qingwei was not too lazy to stay by Ximende's side, and Chunyang didn't care, and said to Ximende: "Supreme Dao Ancestor!

Simon shook his head and said: "Where is the ancestral house! My ancestors have been ordinary doctors for generations, and their incomes are meager, where can they afford such a mansion? This was originally a deserted mansion that has been abandoned for an unknown amount of time, and it has only been more than ten years since I bought it and rebuilt this mansion. ”

Chunyang nodded and said: "In this way, it is your family that has caused a disaster! You hang this wooden sword of mine at the head of the bed, tonight is the night of the full moon, I am afraid that those foolish things will cause disaster, this wooden sword can ensure that your second daughter is safe!" After speaking, he untied the wooden sword on his back and handed it to Simonde.

Simon took it, but it sank, the sword weighed a hundred catties, he practiced the five birds freely, so he had such strength, the Taoist man had been carrying the wooden sword, looking extremely relaxed, but he didn't want to be so heavy. couldn't help but feel that this Lu Zhenren was the real master, and the rest were all deceitful charlatans. actually pinned all his hopes on Chunyang.

The Qingwei old Taoist listened to Chunyang's words, and looked at the wooden sword carefully, the wooden sword was three feet six inches long, dark as if it had been burned by fire, and it looked like it was simply sharpened into a sword shape with a knife, without depicting the slightest talisman spirit pattern and the like, and in terms of appearance, it was not as good as the peach wood sword that was sold in the temple and Taoist temple for three pennies to ward off evil spirits!

"You also send the female dependents and maids of the family out of the house, and only the young and strong people in the house are left, and the domestic animals and pets raised in the house are also taken away, and some dry peach wood is prepared for backup, and some fire oil should also be prepared. Mix the blood of the rooster with cinnabar, dye the white thread red, put on the copper coin that is somewhat worn, and make a circle around the withered grass on the ground. Chunyang instructed again.

Simon nodded in response, and Chunyang went downstairs, sat down in the living room downstairs, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

In the blink of an eye, night was approaching, and Na Ximende also prepared things, walked up to Chunyang, who closed his eyes and recuperated, and shouted in a low voice: "Lu Zhenren!

He opened his eyes, glanced at Simend, and asked, "Are you ready?" Simend nodded and said, "According to the real person's instructions, everything is ready." ”

"Okay, then just wait for those few fools to lure out the underground things!" Chunyang said indifferently.

"Underground?" said Simon De strangely, Chunyang did not answer, but walked out, found a stone to make, and prepared to watch the big play.

On the other side, the Taoist monks also slept well, and each walked to the edge of the altar altar that they had ordered to prepare, and they were about to prepare a big opera!

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