Zhang Wenfeng put the willow vase on the table, put a yellow evil charm on the mouth of the vase, and continued to ask: "Are there any ancient trees nearby, ones that are at least several hundred years old?"
Wei Xingde said without thinking: "We have an ancient walnut tree in Nitan Village. It may be two or three hundred years old on the hillside in the north of the village. During festivals, some old people go to burn incense and pay tribute." He then asked in a low voice: "It can't be it. Have you become a sperm?"
He glanced sideways to the left and right, fearing that spirits would come to his door.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the willow bottle and shook his head, "No. When daybreak, take me around to have a look."
Wei Xingde was asked to go to the east room to comfort his wife and children, who were still worried. He sat down on a chair, took out a handwritten booklet from his arms, and slowly read through it to pass the time.
After a while, the barking of the dogs gradually stopped.
Several old people in the village called many young and strong men to find the Wei family yard with iron tools and torches in their hands.
A section of the courtyard wall collapsed, there were many fresh pit marks on the mud wall, the dead rat was trampled in the courtyard and its intestines were broken, and the scene of broken jujube trees and willow trees on the river slope made the onlookers tremble with fear and panic. I wonder if the Taoist priests at Xianling Temple have caught any ghosts?
There was a lot of noise outside, so Wei Xingde was called out.
Wei Xingde opened the closed door of the main hall and closed it behind him. He walked out of the dilapidated and messy yard and negotiated and explained to many villagers.
Hearing high and low noises, some people were reluctant and insisted on asking for an explanation. When Yue Anyan saw that the viewer was flipping through the book and had no intention of going out, she got up, opened the door and walked out. The noise suddenly stopped.
She casually fabricated a story about Huang Pizi becoming a spirit, enmity with Wei Xingde's ancestors, and taking revenge on the third generation.
With concise words, he sent back these villagers who were more or less related to Wei Xingde.
She didn't understand the little thoughts of these people who didn't want to mess with them, lest the spirits and ghosts take revenge on them.
In the face of outsiders, all villagers can work together to fight, such as fighting for water.
There is nothing they can do if they are attacked by a spirit. The most they can do is burn incense and subdue them, or ask an expert to surrender. The more they can do nothing, they can only ask for blessings that they cannot express.
It became quiet again inside and outside the house.
Shortly after the sound of bangzi at the fifth watch, Zhang Wenfeng, who was sitting on the chair adjusting his breath, suddenly opened his eyes.
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the yellow talisman attached to the mouth of the bottle was fluttering in the wind at both ends, and strands of black air overflowed from the cracks in the bottle mouth, which looked very strange.
Yue Anyan, who was sitting across the table, suddenly opened his eyes.
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his left index finger and put it on the willow bottle. The black air that floated out twisted and disappeared under his gaze.
There was a faint animal cry from outside, and the evil creature that wanted to cast a spell suffered a hidden loss.
Zhang Wenfeng signaled his senior sister to guard the room with his eyes. Holding the wooden bottle in his left hand, he stood up and opened the single door. When he walked out, he saw two black figures, one tall and one short, squatting on the wall of the southeast kitchen. There are many poplar branches set up.
The donkey, with a yellow talisman on his forehead, stared at the shadows in the yard and did not move rashly.
"Return the bottle, and the bad blood between us can be wiped out!"
The short figure shouted to Zhang Wenfeng in a high-pitched voice, looking a little restless. It was almost dawn.
They don't know what's weird about that human being and can easily suppress their bottles.
"What about your enmity with the Wei family?"
Zhang Wenfeng asked unmoved.
"Don't even think about it! Back then, when I was begging for silence, that stinking Taoist priest interrupted me, ruined my centuries-old cultivation, and even hunted me down. This account must be settled."
The short figure was angry and told the reason for the incident.
Zhang Wenfeng stared at the short figure and slowly shook his head, "It's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. You are just saying one-sided words. There is no proof of the truth. The Taoist priests back then are dead. Why don't you just listen to my advice and let it go? You have already re-cultivated." Come back and find your way, don't get stuck here."
When mountain monsters make breakthroughs in cultivation, they have a tradition of seeking silence from humans.
Most of the time, on a sunny morning or at dusk, you meet a passerby with eyesight at a certain intersection. He uses blinding techniques to pretend to be a human being, wearing a straw hat to cover his head, and asks: "Do you think I look like you?" people?"
And so on.
"You are a Taoist priest who is so unreasonable, why do you still blame me for pestering you? I have almost lost all my hundreds of years of Taoism, and even lost half my life. How can I give up? If I don't take away the souls of his descendants and take revenge, I can't fulfill the vows I made in my heart." If you wish, what else should I cultivate? If you return the bottle, I won't argue with you."
The little figure was furious.
If it weren't for the powerful Taoist priests below, who couldn't deal with them for a while, there would be so much nonsense.
He had already pounced on them and killed them, using magic to speak.
Zhang Wenfeng saw that the other party threatened to take the lives of the four members of the Wei family, and knew that there was no room for maneuver. His reason was of course on the human side. His eyes did not change at all, and he said calmly: "I advise you, 'Those who know the current affairs are heroes', it is for your own good." . I have a relationship with the Taoist priest back then, so I took over this dispute for him."
It was impossible for him to see the demon killing people and remain indifferent.
If he was afraid of the mere demon monster and returned the bottle he got, he wouldn't need to practice this method.
Anyway, if the relationship is settled, it is better to take over the affairs of the Wei family.
Hiding in silence is practice, and killing evil spirits and evil spirits that harm the world is also practice. There is no contradiction between the two.
"Okay, okay, I'll find you. We'll see."
The short figure stared at Zhang Wenfeng and said fiercely. He and the tall figure dug into the willow branches and disappeared in an instant.
Zhang Wenfeng knew some of the rules of fortune-telling in the practice of the Yao Jingshan monsters. From now on, he would fight to the death with these two monsters.
He had no intention of letting go of the two spirits. The previous attempts to persuade them to make peace were just a delaying tactic.
Yue Anyan stayed in the main room with her hand on the hilt of the sword without stepping out of the threshold. She watched the contemporary master and the evil thing verbally exchange words. She said nothing. She admired the heroic spirit of the contemporary master in her heart. This is the magnanimity that a monk should have.
Don't cause trouble, don't be afraid of trouble, dare to take on trouble.
Zhang Wenfeng walked down the steps and stroked the donkey's head.
The donkey grinned and showed his teeth, and said through the message: "Don't worry, their evil magic can no longer confuse me."
It cultivated the thunder method, and actually fell into the trap of a little dwarf, causing it to be a great shame and humiliation.
The owner of the temple used a yellow talisman to deceive others. It had just relied on its own ability to prevent the two guys who cast spells on it from succeeding. It also pretended that it was the yellow talisman's credit, and it praised its own performance.
"Very good, cultivate your mind more and sharpen your soul."
Zhang Wenfeng turned around and walked up the steps, entered the hall, closed the door, placed the wooden bottle on the table, and continued to sit in meditation with his eyes closed.
The sky is bright and the mist is as cool as water.
The four members of the Wei family carried large and small bags and followed the viewer out the door.
There was no time to clean up the collapsed walls and broken trees, so people close to the clan would help them take care of them, such as taking care of the yard and fields. They had already entrusted two relatives with these small tasks.
On the road, when I met villagers who got up early and were busy, they all avoided them in advance and did not say hello to them.
Wei Xingde whispered to his two sons not to call anyone.
Politeness at this time is to trouble others.
After walking for a while, he turned around the path to the back mountain to the north. Zhang Wenfeng walked to the hillside alone and took a look. He examined it with his hands and found that the ancient walnut tree was full of vitality, but there was no sign of it becoming mature.
Most of the ancient trees that can become spirits have a chance from heaven or are enlightened by an expert.
Not just any tree that survives long enough can become a spirit and achieve good fortune.
A group of six people and one donkey took the path to the northwest.
Not long after, it disappeared into the cool autumn mist.
The villagers in Nitan Village gathered together and talked about it. The commotion was so loud that they were both curious and frightened.
The village leader and the clan leader, together with several elders, discussed and prepared small animals, incense and other items, and asked a few young men to carry them. They went up the northern hillside, burned incense towards the ancient walnut tree, knelt down and asked for the blessing of Grandpa Gushu. , I hope that Wong Tai Sin who was driven away will not come again, and so on.
At three o'clock in the morning, Cun Zheng was walking to the town accompanied by someone.
I still felt uneasy, so I thought it would be best to tell the town. By the way, I wanted to find out which Taoist temple nearby had good Taoist priests. After all, the two Taoist priests at Xianling Temple were young and couldn't contain the spirits, so they just drove them away.
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