The person who came was the potter craftsman who made the urn coffin for the seven children, and Zhang Yao, the firing master of the earthen kiln in the neighboring town. On weekdays, he would push a cart of bottles and cans to sell between various towns and villages, so many people knew him.

"Stinky old man, how did you know about this?" asked Zhang Yao. For the people who ruined his big event, he still wanted to know the reason.

"It's just that you're too smart, I'm already wondering, the dolls drowned, why were you able to send seven urn coffins early in the morning? This urn coffin is ominous! No one wants it on weekdays, only children who died early will use this thing, and this urn of yours has obviously been burned a long time ago, why are you burning so many urns?"

"There are children who die every year, so what's wrong with burning some urns for later use?" Zhang Yao asked rhetorically.

"Yes, there's nothing wrong with burning some urns, but your urn has no holes at the bottom, and the soul can't come out, and what are you painting on the body of the urn?

"I always thought that you were the same as those monks, and you looked like a master, but in fact you didn't have the slightest skill, and you could actually guess that it was me based on this little detail! Yes, I was going to use it to raise ghosts. Zhang Yao sighed, and also took out a few polished very delicate vials from his arms.

"There were a lot of children who were from those rich families before, for the early death of the children, the monks invited by the rich people did not find any problems, there were still seven left, I can be done, it should be that I was in a hurry, I actually let you, the Taoist priest, find out the clues, you brought these seven urn coffins to this broken temple, just to lead me here!"

"Yes, although Poor Dao didn't know what kind of evil method you used before, but just guessed that the child's death must be strange, who would have expected that this would be the case, but since you have discovered your evil deeds, Poor Dao will get rid of you as a demon!"

"The person who raises ghosts, the poor road is the first time I have seen it, the way of heaven does not allow it, look at the sword!" Although Ma Daochang is nearly fifty years old, his skills are still extremely vigorous, and a long sword dances with light and shadow, approaching Zhang Yao.

That Zhang Yao sneered, pulled out the lid of one of the vials, and immediately a white shadow emerged from the vials, which was one of the little ghosts raised by Zhang Yao, "A down-and-out old man, I see how many ways you have!

The fog shadow flashed, and the little ghost released condensed and formed in the air, looking a little white and terrifying, after hearing Zhang Yao's command, he opened his ghost mouth with a loud voice, and immediately pounced on Ma Hu.

Ma Hu's sword is also very methodical, but the little ghost can always flexibly dodge the attack of the long sword, and wander around the horse chief, and he is bound to bite off the flesh on the horse chief before he stops.

When Xiao Liu saw the ghost appear, his voice became more sharp, and he ran down the pillar to the beam of the house in two or three times, and two small claws covered his eyes tightly, indicating that he didn't want to see the ghost.

"Good boy, it's really good, the first time you see a ghost, you can still be so calm, you are worthy of a person with spiritual roots! The first time Lao Tzu saw a ghost, he collapsed to the ground in fright!" Ma Daochang looked at the calm Jing Wujie behind him, and couldn't help but praise.

Jing Wujie, who had never seen a ghost, stood motionless in the hall at this time, Ma Daochang and Zhang Yao thought he was very calm, but in fact he was too scared to walk, and his pants and shoes were already wet, but the light in this hall was dim, and his whole body was covered with mud, so he couldn't see it.

What Ma Daochang said also reminded Zhang Yao that there is a little doll here!

It's just right to be a little ghost again! That kiln immediately pounced on Jing Wujie, "This little doll is good, you can be a little ghost!"

"It's over!" Ma Daochang, who was a little struggling to greet this rather powerful little ghost, secretly scolded himself for being too stupid, and this was exposed, and he actually harmed Jing Wujie.

Seeing Zhang Yao rushing over, Jing Wujie also suddenly reacted, facing people's fear is much lower than facing ghosts, and Jing Wujie also made a move that no one could imagine.

He spat out a mouthful of phlegm at Zhang Yao, who was about to come to his side!

That's right, it's spitting! When fighting with other children in the town, the trick often used is to spit on each other, and this trick has obviously been tempered thousands of times, Zhang Yao is half a body higher than Jing Wujie, and that phlegm can be spit on Zhang Yao's face impartially!

Zhang Yao was stunned, and Ma Daochang was also stunned, this kid's saliva is so big!

Zhang Yao, who was stunned, had never been spit on by anyone, and when he stopped to wipe it with his hands, Jing Wujie ran away, circled around the main hall, and shouted as he ran, "Master, you are a Taoist priest, not a swordsman!

Ma Daochang also suddenly realized, yes, he just thought that it was a person before, so he naturally wanted to use an iron sword to deal with him. I didn't expect this person to really cultivate a ghost, and he directly let the ghost he raised go first.

He immediately pulled out the copper coin short sword, this string of copper coins into a sword, also known as ten thousand money, is made of copper coins that countless people have touched, full of yang energy, is a sharp weapon to deal with powerful ghosts and evil things, as soon as the copper coin sword was taken out, the little ghost immediately screamed in fear.

"Not bad, yes, thanks to your reminder, he is worthy of being a person recognized by Poor Dao, and Poor Dao has not fought for too long, and he forgot to switch weapons!"

The basic equipment of the Taoist priest is the peach wood sword, the copper coin sword, the long sword, the peach wood sword due to the material, the innate advantage of exorcism and evil, and the copper coin sword is the reason for the day after tomorrow. And if the long sword wants to have the power of spiritual power, it also scores innate and acquired, Ma Hu's long sword was played by the blacksmith in the village, it is too ordinary, it is usually full of face, and it is not as powerful as the pig killing knife.

Although the imp is flexible, there are times when he is hit, and the copper coin sword is whipped on the imp's body, there will be a puff of green smoke, which will also make the imp wail, and Ma Hu took the opportunity to beat the imp to lose his combat effectiveness, but the copper coin sword was also scattered, and the copper coin fell to the ground, and the red line of the copper coin should have been broken.

Zhang Yao, who heard the wailing of the little ghost, was distressed, and also accelerated the pace of chasing Jing Wujie. But Jing Wujie was like a loach, and when he saw that he was about to catch it, he dodged and dodged him, and the angry Zhang Yao opened all the small bottles in his arms, and a total of five little ghosts came out.

"Master, we're going to be finished! There are five more ghosts!" Jing Wujie is not afraid of people, but he is afraid of ghosts, and after seeing the five ghosts appear, he was frightened and froze.

Ma Dao Chang let go of the first little ghost who had been greatly injured and rushed to Jing Wujie's side. Holding the long sword in one hand, he said with great momentum, "Don't be afraid, since we are both cultivators, we can eliminate demons and defend the Dao today!" But his palms began to sweat a lot, and the hands holding the sword were trembling.

Ma Hu in this life, there are not many times to really kill ghosts, generally to drive away ghosts or overkill, when he was young, he also secretly followed the master to catch ghosts, and when he encountered evil ghosts, the master also protected himself behind him, so he told himself. But the master has a very powerful Taoism, the best skill is to draw blood talismans, no matter how evil the ghost is, he is afraid of the master's blood talisman, so it is rare to see the master fall into a bitter battle when catching ghosts.

Later, the master and they went down the mountain, and they had no backbone, no ideas, so they lived their lives in such a daze, using feng shui, fortune telling, and healing as their means of making a living, and the ability to catch ghosts was diluted. And he found out that drowning was strange, and it was also out of an instinctive inference, but he didn't expect that his luck was so good, he really met a ghost breeder, and this person was able to successfully raise a little ghost!

But the ghost path must also conform to the way of heaven, whether it is an ordinary ghost or a powerful ghost, they will eventually return to the underworld. And the way of raising ghosts, I just heard the master say, but I have never seen it before, raising ghosts is raising little ghosts, those spellcasters will adopt the souls of babies who died early or children who died early, and control them with spells and spells, this kind of magic is too yin, and few cultivators practice this technique.

Ordinary ghost keepers will go to the water's edge where a child has drowned in the lunar year and on a cloudy day, and put boxwood into the water to gather the soul, and when the time comes, lock the child's soul with a talisman and then carve the wood into a human shape, and raise the altar for one hundred and eight days.

Or at the scene of the murder or disaster, find the body of a child about three years old, dip the blood of a steamed bun or dark paper to gather the soul, and then attach it to a peachwood sword, and put it in a small coffin for 49 days to develop ferocity.

There are also those who take out the baby from the belly of a pregnant woman who has died in childbirth, but this method is too hurtful to the heavens, and few people use it, and the user is also in an extremely tragic death, and the soul is either scattered, or entered the eighteenth layer of hell to endure various capital punishments.

Raising ghosts is not as good as raising children or raising livestock, not only do you have to know spells, but you also have to have your own five elements and eight characters are also extremely yin physique, and the price of raising ghosts is extremely expensive, and you can generally be fed with your own blood, strong mana, and magic weapons, otherwise you will be counterattacked. For the first time in my life, I met a ghost raiser, and I raised a group of people. It can be seen that this kiln is far from being so simple, if there is no support from a big force, or a background of the evil sect, it is impossible to say it at all.

At this time, the five ghosts surrounded the two of them, circling in a circle and preparing to rush to give a fatal blow, Ma Daochang took out the peachwood short sword that he regarded as a treasure and gave it to Jing Wujie to hold, this was the only thing his master left him, and he had been carrying it close to him all these years. The mana sealed on it has long since disappeared, so I can only take it with me for a thought. Take it out at this time, one is to hold the peach wood sword to prevent the little ghost from possessing you, and the other can also be a psychological comfort.

"Master, your apprentice and grandson are going to die in the sect today, if your old man manifests his spirit at this moment, I will burn high incense tomorrow!" Ma Daochang said in his mouth.

"Master, are you going to prepare a powerful spell?" Jing Wujie asked in a low voice.

"There is no spell, but there is a powerful fart," Ma Daochang held back for a long time, and was too nervous, so he just released a loud fart, and even Zhang Yao covered his nose.

"Master, your fart stinks!" Jing Wujie said with disdain, the most uncomfortable thing was Xiao Liu on the beam, his two paws covered his eyes, his nose couldn't cover it, only he sucked in this fart raw, jumped on the beam in a hurry, and accidentally fell down, just smashed on one of the urn coffins, and fainted. I don't know if I was stunned or smashed.

Ma Hu was sweating like rain now, but he couldn't see clearly in the dim light. nervously said to Jing Wujie, "Wujie, the master has to tell you a secret!"

"Master, what is the secret, is it time to invite the master and his old man now!" Jing Wujie covered his nose with one hand and held a peachwood sword in the other, and he was even calmer than Ma Daochang about the current situation.

Because he peed again, after the urine came out, he was relaxed, indescribably happy.

"Please, I know him, he doesn't know me, and he didn't tell me how to invite my ancestor to go up when he left! What I want to say is that I originally felt that the whole thing was very strange, but I didn't think that far! Pulling these seven urn coffins here to overtake is to let those villagers raise some money to send it as a hardship fee, who expected that the crooked fight was right, and he really ran into a ghost raiser, the previous words were said by the master to save face, and the master hurt you!"