I was always working before, but now my identity suddenly changed and I was asked to boss others around. I felt a little embarrassed.
Tianlei patiently consoled him: "Look at our old master of Chenliu Palace. He is happier than the gods. He has not been seen for three to five years."
"Come on, just rest and get on with your life."
The big stone behind me was hot in the sun, so I decided to just be a hands-off shopkeeper.
In the afternoon, everything was arranged.
Liu Erguang did it very carefully, even raising the soul-drawing lock and the soul-drawing flag high.
I held the mourning stick in my hand and knelt down beside the corpse.
"Jing'an."
I whispered: "Let's begin."
"At that time, the immeasurable three pure things..."
The sound of chanting came and went, and the gongs and drums sounded one after another.
The chanting continued late into the night, and the armor plates rustled with the breeze.
I hung the white flower on my samurai sword and turned it into a mourning stick.
Seeing that it was almost time, I pulled my neck and started howling: "Come back, come back..."
In ancient times, corpse chasers often brought back corpses with missing limbs, the worst of which might have only one finger.
According to the customs in some areas, it is believed that as long as the head does not come back, the soul will not come back.
So they would set up a funeral shed and use the returned limbs to lead the soul back, preferably to find the head.
Only when you have this set in place can you rest in peace.
What I rely on now is the ancient Xiangxi technique.
Not long after, the entire mourning hall seemed to be overturned by the wind, but the leaves outside did not move at all.
The real owner should be arriving soon!
I stopped crying and said in a deep voice: "Jing'an holds the first circle, Hui'an is ready to attack at any time."
Jing'an just nodded slightly, and the chanting did not stop.
At the same time, the sound of horse hooves sounded outside the shed, and there were some shouts of killing among the chaotic sounds.
I turned to look at Tianlei next to me: "Did you hear that?"
"very clear."
"Hoola!"
While he was talking, the armor stood up without any warning.
The sound of chanting suddenly dropped, and I instantly raised my voice: "Don't stop!"
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Different from the noise just now, the footsteps outside the door suddenly became uniform.
If I didn't listen carefully, I would even think there was only one person.
I looked out along the door, and there wasn't even a shadow of a ghost outside the door.
"sieve."
A breeze blew by, and all the candles in the memorial shed were extinguished.
For a moment, all that was visible to the naked eye was darkness.
"Don't panic!"
While I was talking, I took out the lighter from my pocket, rushed forward in a few steps, and lit the candle again.
The moment the candlelight fell again, the chanting stopped abruptly.
Everyone, including Jing'an, stared at me blankly.
"Don't stop, keep going."
At this moment, I suddenly noticed something was wrong in their eyes.
They were not looking at me, but behind me.
I suddenly turned around and saw soldiers wearing armor and holding spears.
"Roar!"
They stamped their feet suddenly and thrust their spears forward. I exerted force on my waist and fell back to the audience.
What I didn't expect was that all the Taoist priests, including Jing'an, came to a place where birds and beasts dispersed.
Everyone threw the magic weapons in their hands all over the place, and everyone ran for their own lives, without anyone caring about anyone else.
I never thought that the enemy would be in this state.
"Hey!"
The sharp shouts from behind brought me back to my senses. I looked back and saw that Hui'an, who had always been notorious, took action immediately.
The purple Daluo appears in Hui'an again, sometimes emptiness, sometimes real.
"call!"
Hui'an's fat body became particularly agile at this moment, and he leaned forward like a crazy yak.
I watched Da Luo's mouth turn into a forklift, and when his upper and lower jaws touched, the ground was clean.
"Clatter..."
The beast-faced armor on the stage suddenly jumped up and charged towards Hui'an's back.
"Qiang!"
I shook my hand, revealing the true appearance of the katana, which was inserted into the chest of the armor.
Hui'an also turned around at this time, and Da Luo's ghost head seemed to be equipped with a spring, brushing against my ear and biting it out.
I can't tell whether it's the effect of the katana or the power of Da Luo.
In an instant, the armor turned into a pile of mud and lay limply on the ground, without any ferocity at all.
Hui An suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled: "What did I think it was? It's just rubbish. What's there to be afraid of?"
Turning his head, he looked at the door again and said with a ferocious smile: "Let a bunch of garbage scare you like this, it's worse than garbage!"
I silently put the katana into its sheath: "Thanks."
"Tell me, can this be considered a turnaround for me?"
Seeing the excitement on his face, I really didn't want to tell the truth: "The real owner ran away."
"So, it still failed, right?"
"Um."
