He didn't get up much, but the hunters took two steps back and pointed their bows and knives at him. A middle-aged hunter took a few steps, picked up the wooden basin on the ground, and poured most of the basin of black dog blood towards the heart.

He pursed his lips and dodged away from the black dog's blood. He didn't pay attention to the bows and arrows and machetes in the hands of those hunters, took two steps forward, and said with a smile: "Poor Dao has been cultivating in Kunyu Mountain for ten years, and he was ordered to go down the mountain to practice. ”

He is naughty and foolish by nature, and lies come as soon as he opens his mouth. As soon as the hunters heard the three words Kun Yushan, their eyes were a little different, and they were both respectful and afraid.

The old hunter exchanged glances with several other hunters, and said: "There are many people in the poor mountains and bad waters, but anyone who wears a Taoist robe, in our small place, reports his home, either from Kunyu Mountain, or from Liangyi Fangcun Mountain, eight or nine times out of ten, it is not true, and it deceives us small people in the mountains and wilderness. ”

He didn't expect to pull out the guise of too one, and it would be difficult to do it, he thought to himself: This old thing is quite shrewd, it seems that he can't pass the test without showing his hand.

"It's easy to do, it really can't be fake, you see. ”

Ji Xin raised his hand, and swiped in the air, a huge Tai Chi Yin and Yang Fish pattern took shape in an instant, and between the flow of light, all the hounds lay on the ground, letting out a frightened whimper. If the ancestor of Tianji Palace knew that one day, his proud spell would be used by an unscrupulous heir to tease the dog, and it was estimated that he would be able to come back to life and die again.

Where have these mountain village men seen such a spell, they were all bluffed for a while, and they almost wanted to treat their hearts as living immortals, and they didn't dare to make a mistake.

He put on an unfathomable look, pinched his fingers, and said to the old hunter: "This old man, your surname is Wu, and your single name is the word 'Di', and you are the headhunter of Longyanli Village under the mountain. You are not a local, you came to Longyanli Village at the age of nineteen, just because you are tall and strong, and you have a big beard, you are mistaken for more than thirty, this misunderstanding has not been clarified so far, and the people in the village think that you are old and have been in your sixtieth year. Am I right?"

The old hunter was taken aback, and everyone in the village called him Uncle Wu, and few people knew his real name.

He bowed and saluted, while motioning for everyone to put away their bows and arrows, and said with a smile: "Dao Chang has good eyesight, in Xia Wu Di, he is indeed a headhunter in Longyanli Village under the mountain." Except for me, the ancestors of the people in the village have been buried on this Jiuyu Mountain for generations. ”

"Half a month ago, the old Liu family died of their daughter-in-law, and within two days of being buried, the coffin was dug out. Strangely, the jewelry accompanying the funeral is there, and there is no shortage of items. He went to report to the official, but the government did not find any results, but the ancestral graves of each family were dug up one after another, and only the coffin was pried open, and nothing was lost. ”

Speaking of this, Uncle Wu's face showed a hint of fear, as if he suddenly thought of something terrible.

He paused, shivered and said, "I took my sons and daughters to guard the mountain for two days and two nights, wanting to see who was so immoral and digging other people's ancestral graves. And guess what? We didn't see the grave digger, we bumped into a ghost! The ghost stood in the middle of the graveyard, and just like that, beckoned like this, and a hoe flew out of nowhere, and at once the grave was smashed, and the coffin was exposed, and the ghost lay on the coffin and inhaled at the dead man!"

The hunters remembered the scene, and one by one they were so frightened that they were so frightened that their legs began to tremble again.

Ji Xin tilted his head and thought about it, frowned slightly, and said: "The ghost should not suck the yin qi on the dead person, the thing you are talking about should be a person." Have you ever heard of collecting yang and replenishing yin? Ghosts can increase their cultivation by absorbing the yang energy of a living person, but in fact, the reverse can also work, but it is too yin damage, and generally no one chooses to cultivate like this. Have you ever seen whether the man inhales through the air or against the dead?"

Uncle Wu frowned, his forehead and the corners of his eyes were furrowed, and he sneered: "Our elder brother was almost scared to pee at that time, and he couldn't run away, how can I see how he sucks people to death?"

The fox said suspiciously: "Then you invited a goddess to come to catch ghosts with evil charms and black dog blood?"

Wu Di raised the dogskin whip in his hand, and said confidently: "This is a hundred miles away, and the name of Mrs. Pan is also well-known, she said that the dogskin whip is full of yang energy and can drive away ghosts, and ghosts are most afraid of black dog blood." We're waiting here, she's going to lure the ghost over, and as soon as something comes to the door, she'll splash black dog blood, and any ghost can be caught. ”

He looked down at the half-dried black dog blood on his clothes, very melancholy, he held his forehead with one hand, and didn't know what to say.

There are few cultivators in this world, and there are many charlatans. Many swaggering and deceitful people have a half-understanding of the five elements, and mistakenly think that ghosts have souls and no souls, and the five elements of water are black, so black dogs can see ghosts. And the black dog and the rooster have the most yang energy and can restrain ghosts.

In fact, this is pure nonsense, generally speaking, ghosts that can be restrained by the blood of black dogs are usually not ghosts, at most they are some wandering spirits stranded in the world, there is no ghost cultivation, yin qi is weak, and they are afraid of peach charms, black dogs, roosters and other yang things. If it is a real ghost, the black dog blood will not only not be able to control them, but will also anger them.

"You prepare the black dog's blood, cook a big pot of broth by the way, and wait for the ghost to come to the door?"

I was extremely puzzled, hungry and tired.

"This is the broth that Pan Shenpo let cook, saying that each person drinks a bowl to ward off evil spirits and prevent ghosts from coming to the body. ”

Uncle Wu beckoned and asked the third child to fill a big bowl of broth.

I thought to myself: Just a pot of soup, but also to prevent ghosts from going up? If you want me to say, it's almost the same as curing the thief's mother-in-law's gluttonous upper body. Forget it, why bother talking about it? It's good to let these villagers feel at ease.

He took the bowl, smiled slightly, and said, "Then I will also prevent ghosts from going on and eating meat and drinking soup." ”

After eating half full, his heart became vigorous again, he silently recited the mantra of purifying clothes, turned around, swept away the stains on his clothes, and the handsome little Taoist priest came back.

He took out the knife of no return, carved a spiritual rune on the beam, and said, "I'll go to the cemetery to see if I can help, you just wait here, remember, you can only go out after dawn." ”

A young hunter said, "Dao Chief, you don't know the place, I'll show you the way." ”

Ji Xin shook his head: "No, I will look at the qi technique, the graveyard is heavy and easy to find." ”

He expected that it was a guy who cultivated evil skills, but when he arrived at the cemetery, he realized that something was wrong.

The feng shui of this cemetery is very special, surrounded by mountains and waters, the green dragon on the left, the white tiger on the right, and the Tibetan wind gathers qi, which was originally a good hole. But the villagers opened up the wasteland and changed the river without authorization, and now, there is a pond near the cemetery, and two rows of willow trees are planted.

In the dark night, the wind gusted, and in the group of tombstones, I saw a man with a disheveled head, looking at the figure, it should be a man, with his back bent, and most of his face was covered by random hair, only revealing purple and black lips and a miserable blue jaw, which was a little infiltrating.

I was in my heart.

Cultivating evil skills, it is easy to become such a ghost, and there is nothing unusual. The reason why he felt something was wrong was because of the hoe in that person's hand, which was not an ordinary hoe, but the magic weapon of the former Taiyi Sect Leader Gengzi.