Zhang Wenfeng's birthday and name are written on the front of the paper figurine. There are three small blood-colored holes in the chest area, and each hole is surrounded by slender lines.
Forming a gloomy and complex blood network,
Wrap the entire paper figure.
On the back of the paper figurine is a ferocious ghost with a long hair threaded through three holes and tied in a tight knot, with the end painted in blood.
As a descendant of the Immortal Spirit Temple, he is not very old and has insufficient experience.
But I have been studying with my master for many years, so I have heard about these harmful paper talismans.
He finally understood how the host body died. Was he able to sneak into his hut and place the paper figurine with the help of a mole?
The long hair that is tied behind the paper man’s back and used for the practice does not need to be thought of as it can only be his own.
Is he lame or hunchbacked?
What a coincidence, the two of them happened to take leave, and something big happened to him.
Zhang Wenfeng stared at the paper talisman and recited the Qingxin Jue silently. He eliminated distracting thoughts and quickly calmed down. He put the paper talisman into the drawer of the wooden table, continued to gather straw, and searched carefully. There was no other harmful thing.
After wiping off the straw shavings on his hands and clothes, Zhang Wenfeng walked around in the hut.
After thinking for a while, he put the paper talisman back on the bed board, covered it with straw again and smoothed it out, then went out and brought back the bunch of clothes, green cloth mat, quilt, etc.
Make arrangements, spread the clothes on the bed, and cover them with thin quilts.
Zhang Wenfeng went out for a trip and opened the west hall. After a while he returned in the dark. In his pocket were several talismans left by his master, a small porcelain bottle of cinnabar ink, and a small bronze mirror with eight trigrams engraved on it.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, he wanted to make the guy who harmed him taste the backlash of the evil spirit.
If that guy dares to do this again tonight, he will definitely suffer a tragic death with his soul torn apart.
While there was still some time, Zhang Wenfeng blew out the oil lamp, moved the chair to a corner away from the bed, and sat in the darkness, trying to figure out the two introductory spells recorded in the exercise booklet, "Spiritual Eye Technique" and "Aoki Transformation Wave Technique". He now has the initial cultivation level of Huaqi Realm and can practice it.
By reading the exercise booklet, he already understood that internal vision is a skill that monks can instinctively master after becoming a monk.
Mobilizing the thin Yuan Qi in his body to wander through the meridians, he went down from the Shenting point, entered the Yintang to gather momentum, and then flushed back and forth to the Cuanzhu point on the left and right brows. He was relaxed and performed the exercises according to the records of the exercise method in a relaxed manner.
If dizziness or dizziness occurs, he is ready to stop at any time.
About a quarter of an hour later, he easily opened the Zhuanzhu acupoint. Yuan Qi nourished his eyes, and he easily learned the spiritual eye technique.
The corners of Zhang Wenfeng's lips curled up. It was really not difficult to learn magic.
He opened his eyes and saw things in the darkness like daylight.
According to the description of the skill, ghosts, souls and other invisible objects can be seen by using this method. The casting distance depends on the cultivation level. Once you practice it to a high level, you can see through the monk's invisibility spell.
It is much more practical and powerful than using various methods to "open the eyes of the sky".
Silently estimating the amount of Yuan Qi consumed by using the Spiritual Eye Technique, Zhang Wenfeng stopped the spell after he had a rough idea.
His vision returned to a dim and blurry state. With his current eyesight, it was far beyond that of the masters in the field the day after tomorrow. Zhang Wenfeng stood up. After taking a few steps, he heard three faint bangs coming from the small town in the southwest.
"It's midnight at midnight."
"I hope there will be an end tonight. Let me see who wants to frame... Master Dao!"
Zhang Wenfeng muttered a few words to himself silently, sat down, closed his eyes, breathed in and calmed his mind.
He is not going to waste Yuan Qi anymore to practice the Green Wood Transformation Technique, and he will go all out to deal with the level in front of him first. The harmful Blood Evil Yin Ghost Soul Receiving Curse starts from the third watch and ends at the fifth watch. When the Yin Qi is at its heaviest, all It is the casting time period.
bring it on!
Time passed slowly in the darkness, the room was silent, and there were autumn insects chirping outside.
Zhang Wenfeng chants sutras, meditates and practices all year round, and he is patient enough.
An hour passed, and he heard the sound of the fourth watch coming from the direction of the town. He sat motionless, and his energy became more and more energetic. He had made up his mind to wait for the thief. It didn't matter if he stayed up all night, and he didn't dare to do it in such a situation. Sleep peacefully.
About half an hour later, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly opened his eyes. He noticed a cold breath approaching, and the sound of chirping insects outside the house suddenly stopped.
The body reacted instinctively, the hairs on the hair stood on end, and goosebumps appeared on the arms.
Using the spiritual eye technique to sweep away, he "saw" a black mist entering through a two-finger-wide gap under the wooden door.
He hurriedly restrained his breath movement, fearing to scare away the blood evil ghost that finally appeared, and at the same time secretly relaxed.
This body is really rare and strange. He has been to the underworld and seen countless ghosts. What ghosts are he afraid of?
He soon discovered that he had overestimated the intelligence of the Yin ghosts who followed orders.
The black mist didn't notice his presence at all, let alone stop to investigate. Instead, it was so hungry that it rushed towards the bed.
With the paper human talisman as a medium and guide, the black mist turned into a vague figure, which was pressed against the robe spread out on the bed, rising and falling violently.
"Ah uh... ah uh... uh..."
From the backyard barn came the untimely loud braying of a donkey.
It was simply earth-shattering in the dark.
Zhang Wenfeng secretly cursed "scary", took out the bronze Bagua mirror from his right sleeve, and said quickly: "Heaven and earth are born together, sweep away filth and eliminate guilt, sacrifice the bronze mirror, the hole illuminates the boundless, go!"
The index finger of his left hand was dipped in the cinnabar ink in the porcelain bottle, and he wiped it on the mirror surface, and poured a little magic power into his right hand.
"Whoa", a thin red light shone on Yin Gui, who was still going his own way and was somewhat mentally retarded.
Cinnabar is a yang energy thing, and coupled with the Taoist magic weapon, it is easy to deal with a mere ghost with spells and Yuanqi magic power.
The light almost destroyed the ghost.
It was Zhang Wenfeng's first time fighting ghosts. He was not experienced enough and did not have an intuitive understanding of his own soaring strength. He hurriedly cut off the bronze mirror and cast spells, but he could not just kill the ghosts, cut off the clues, and take advantage of the thieves who were casting spells in the dark.
The weak ghost that had finally escaped death was reduced to a thin mass, and it could have escaped through the crack of the door in a hurry.
Zhang Wenfeng took the opportunity to pop out a finger of cinnabar ink, and two very fine red dots were stained on Yin Gui's body.
He opened the door, quickly took a picture of the "house-holding talisman" left by his master on the door frame, closed the door, jumped over the wall of the courtyard more than ten feet high, and chased after the ghost. He wanted to follow the vine. Find the man behind the spell.
He heard the shrill braying of a donkey within the courtyard wall, which suddenly stopped.
Secretly guessing that the donkey may have noticed something dirty coming in and screamed in alarm?
His master didn't like dogs barking at guests, which seemed rude, so the Taoist temple didn't keep dogs to protect the courtyard, and he didn't like chickens and ducks pooping everywhere, which was an eyesore and smelled bad, so the front and back of the Taoist temple were clean and fresh. But even to eat eggs, you have to go to the town to buy them.
During his lifetime, the master praised the black donkey that he had raised for many years and used part-time as a horse for grinding.
Call them docile and spiritual, and treat them kindly.
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