The girl timidly pushed the table in the dormitory towards the door, and then quickly retracted back into the dormitory.
The smoker pulled one side of the table and without much force, he pulled the table into the corridor.
He calmly put down his backpack, and then took out an ancient incense burner and a handful of incense from his backpack.
"Old man, since you insist on meddling in your own business, I will take your life first!"
In the mist, a sinister voice sounded, and then a figure rushed out of the mist, heading towards the smoker.
The old smoker didn't pay attention to the things coming towards him at all. He took out three incense sticks and lit them, bowed three times to the void in front of him, and then inserted the three burning incense sticks into the incense burner.
"I'm a long time old, so I won't fight with you anymore, but my old guys can play with you..."'
While talking, the old smoker took out two more statues of door gods from his backpack.
This is naturally the statue of the door god that the old smoker regards as a treasure.
The incense induction between him and the door god statue is the strongest. Especially after studying with Feng Yun for a period of time, the old smoker's ability in this area has improved a lot.
After the door god statue was unfolded by the old smoker, it flew up lightly without the old smoker's hand, and stood on the left and right sides of the incense table.
"Two old guys, please help me..."
Making secrets on his hands, the old smoker bowed to the portrait of the door god.
Just as he finished speaking, the three sticks of incense sticks that had been inserted into the incense burner exploded into flames, lighting up half of the corridor. 】
Two rays of golden light shot out from the door god statue, and soon two tall and majestic golden-armored war gods appeared.
"Shen Tu, Yu Lei is here, how dare you act so arrogantly?"
Seeing that the two door gods really appeared, the old smoker breathed a sigh of relief.
This was the first time he used the technique of dispelling gods, and he was not sure that he would succeed. Fortunately, he succeeded.
The girls who were quietly lying at the door to peek, all had their eyes widened at this moment, looking in disbelief at the golden figure shining in the corridor.
This scene broke the knowledge they had received from so many years of education.
Door gods are the portraits that the older generation likes to post. To them, they are completely the dregs of the old society and the remnants of feudal society. They have always been dismissive of this, even when the elderly post pictures of door gods during the New Year. , and have to be sarcastic.
Who dares to believe that right now, right in front of them, the two door gods are shining with golden light, wearing armors and powerful weapons in one hand. Just standing there has given them an indescribable sense of security.
The girls just looked at the back of the door god stupidly, unable to regain their consciousness for a long time!
The ghost figure that rushed over stopped in front of the incense table and rushed back into the mist at a faster speed than before.
"Master Ghost King, we can't get close to this bad old man and his door god..."
The appearance of the door god made the ghosts hidden in the mist extremely frightened. This was not an existence they could defeat.
In the mist, something is condensing and forming.
After a while, a figure over three meters tall, almost reaching the top of the corridor, appeared.
He has red hair and fangs, a ferocious face, a black armor, and a scimitar in his hand.
As the Ghost King appeared, the white mist turned into black in an instant, and the yin energy turned into resentment.
The moment the resentment transformed, it seemed to be alive and spreading towards the dormitory.
"Be bold!"
Shen Tu snorted coldly and struck the ground hard with the halberd in his hand.
"boom--"
The golden light takes Shen Tu as the center point and spreads in all directions.
Wherever the golden light passes, all resentment disappears.
"A mere ghost king, but this god is here, and he actually dares to harm people!"
There was a tiger on Yu Lei's shoulder. Following Yu Lei's cold snort, his figure changed and he rushed towards the ghost king.
"You're just a phantom of the door god, I'm not afraid of you!"
Facing the charging tiger, the Ghost King didn't pay attention at all and came forward with a machete.
The tiger has followed Yu Lei for many years and is already a mythical beast. How can the little ghost king be able to deal with it? After a few moves, the tiger opened its mouth. When the ghost king transformed into Yin Qi and was about to escape, a suction force from its mouth locked the ghost king. Hold on tight.
The Yin Qi in the corridor had been transformed into resentment before, and most of it had dissipated after Shen Tu took action. Now the Ghost King had mobilized Yin Qi, but it was no longer enough.
More importantly, the Ghost King was horrified to find that there was a very strange smell filling the corridor from unknown time. This smell made the Ghost King extremely uncomfortable and could not move.
Subconsciously looking towards the bad old man, the Ghost King discovered that it was the bad old man who lit the mugwort.
The smell of mugwort has permeated the entire corridor, and the Yin Qi has been isolated, making it impossible for the Ghost King to escape.
The suction force in the tiger's mouth became even stronger, and the ghost king who couldn't struggle finally screamed and was swallowed by the tiger.
The tiger burped, returned to Yu Lei, kept getting smaller, and settled on Yu Lei's shoulders again.
The resentment and yin energy have also dissipated in the golden light of Shen Tu.
Yu Lei Qingqing stroked the tiger's head and smiled.
The figures of the two door gods slowly shrank, continued to rise, and stopped in front of the statue of the door gods.
The old smoker bowed respectfully, "Thank you two door gods for your help today!"
Yu Lei and Shen Tu just looked at the old smoker and said, "Your Majesty, you are welcome. We have benefited a lot from His Majesty's incense for many years. Now that His Majesty is able to use the art of summoning gods, we are here in response to the call. We should be honored by him." Those who solve problems solve problems.
See you next time, Your Holiness! "
After saying these words, the two door gods had completely entered the door god statue. The golden light dissipated and the door god statue slowly fell down and fell into the old smoker's hand again.
After listening to the words of the two door gods, Lao Yangui understood the mystery of the art of sending gods, and he himself had just begun to embark on this path.
The kind that Director Feng said was a master of the art of dispatching gods, capable of dispatching millions of heavenly soldiers for his own use.
A scene like that makes people's hearts swell just thinking about it.
However, the old smoker also knows that now he can easily mobilize the two door gods Yu Lei and Shen Tu, mostly because of years of incense worship. In the future, he will need to work harder!
The yin energy in the university completely dissipated with the elimination of the ghost king. The old smoker knew that he could no longer waste time.
He still needs to rush to Baiwu Mountain to join the other team members.
He put the incense burner and the door god statue back into his backpack, took his own pipe, and left without looking back.
The girls just watched the old smoker leave stupidly, without even blinking, as if they were afraid that everything that happened before was just a dream.
As if he felt something, the old smoker stopped and looked back at the flowers of the motherland. "Children, the matter has been resolved. You are safe. Today's events should be treated as a dream. When you wake up, , everything is back to normal.
Study hard and work hard to serve the motherland. This is your future!
Before doing anything, remember to keep God in mind, do good deeds, and don’t do evil..."
With this final warning, the old smoker's figure disappeared completely with a turn.
The students, who were just waking up from a dream, looked at each other and couldn't say a word.
It can be said that everything they experienced today completely broke their understanding. Is it a dream? Why is it so true? Isn't it a dream? Although their beliefs changed, they kept the old man's words in mind and never forgot them!
The old smoker took out his mobile phone and sent a message.
[The evil spirits in the university town have been resolved, and a ghost king appears. They seem to want to get more Yang Qi, and even the Six Desire Qi.
In Baiwu Mountain, I am afraid that the situation is more serious than we expected, so I have already set off for Baiwu Mountain. Come on everyone! 】
Putting away his cell phone, the old smoker no longer wasted time and rushed towards Baiwu Mountain as fast as he could.
Chengnan Cemetery.
Linjun's largest cemetery is empty of people in the past. Only during the Tomb Sweeping Day will a steady stream of people come to pay homage to their family members.
Now, the entire cemetery is shrouded in white mist. What's even weirder is that in the mist, there are noisy voices and shadows.
The cries of children, the sighs of old people, the wails of women, the angry roars of adults...
"I didn't expect that the power of the ghost market would spread so quickly. Just looking at this cemetery, there are almost hundreds of ghosts walking at night..."
Wang Xiaodao took out a compass from his backpack, which was given to him by his master after he entered Wudang.
"Uuuuuu——"
Just as he took the compass into his hands, the woman's plaintive cry rang in his ears, and Wang Xiaodao immediately sensed that the Yin Qi was rapidly attacking towards him.
Following the sound, Wang Xiaodao saw a woman in white floating towards him in the Yin Qi.
"Sir, you must make the decision for the slave family!
The slave family died so miserably, so miserably..."
At this time, Wang Xiaodao was just glad that he had opened his eyes first when he came over. Otherwise, he would still not be able to see the female ghost clearly so directly.
The female ghost cried sadly, half-hiding her face. While crying, she came to Wang Xiaodao and knelt on the ground.
"Since you are dead, if you have any grievances, there will naturally be people who will avenge you in the underworld. Yin and Yang are in opposition, so you should not appear in the earth again!"
Leng Ran looked at the female ghost. Wang Xiaodao held the compass in his left hand and made the three-finger Great Compassion Seal with his right hand.
Seeing Wang Xiaodao's reaction, the female ghost who was still crying suddenly stood up. The original softness on her face turned into a fierce look, her eyes turned blood red, and she was wrapped in resentment, just like that. Staring at Wang Xiaodao.
"Since the Lord is so ruthless, why not just stay and be the slave's puppet!"
Wang Xiaodao didn't have much reaction. He raised his hand and moved it on the compass, chanting the decision in his mouth.
"break--"
With a loud shout, Wang Xiaodao pointed his sword at the female ghost.
On the compass, circles of white light spread out, forming a white halo, which bound the female ghost.
With a scream, the female ghost showed her true appearance.
The scars on his face were crisscrossed, rotten flesh hung on his cheeks, and there were insects crawling inside the rotten flesh.
The white dress on her body was in tatters, and her exposed body was covered in bruises and bruises. Knife marks, whip marks, and various injuries were crisscrossed on her body.
There is only a red light flashing inside a pair of eyes, no eyes visible.
The female ghost obviously suffered very painful torture during her lifetime.
Black resentment enveloped the female ghost, and the white halo was suddenly broken by the resentment.
"Today, you must die!"
The figure of the female ghost flashed and came straight towards Wang Xiaodao.
Wang Xiaodao has been following Feng Yun recently and is learning the Bagua magic. At this time, he just wants to try out his newly learned skills.
The compass has already flipped over once it was moved.
"Array up!"
Wang Xiaodao shouted softly, and behind him, a large Bagua disk appeared. The position where he stood happened to be on the Heavenly Stem position.
"So he is a little Taoist priest? He must die!"
Shocked by the appearance of the Bagua Pan, the female ghost advanced instead of retreating, her cold voice full of murderous intent.
He chanted the spell in his mouth, and the next second, Wang Xiaodao appeared in the Gen position.
"Genpan is a mountain, appeal to Buzhou Mountain! Order!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a phantom of Buzhou Mountain towering into the clouds suddenly appeared behind Wang Xiaodao.
"boom--"
The female ghost's attack arrived just in time. Before she could get close to Wang Xiaodao, Buzhoushan's phantom stood in front of him, blocking all the female ghost's attacks.
In the Gen position, no attack can cause any harm to Wang Xiaodao.
Regardless of looking at the female ghost, Wang Xiaodao took another step forward, and the next second his figure appeared on the earthquake plate.
"The shaking disk is thunder, appeal to the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, give an order!"
Above the void, a purple thunder fell from the sky and landed directly on the female ghost.
The power of the divine thunder tore the female ghost into pieces in an instant, and she didn't even have time to scream.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodao vaguely understood the mystery of Bagua Qimen's magic.
The key is how to accurately borrow the power belonging to different directions in the array he is in.
As Wang Xiaodao becomes more and more proficient in the use of Bagua Qimen and his own abilities continue to improve, similarly, the power he can borrow will become more and more powerful.
The elimination of the female ghost was just an appetizer for Wang Xiaodao. Just in time, these ghosts in the cemetery were perfect for practicing!
Then, Wang Xiaodao's figure flashed and he rushed into the cemetery.
He can defeat a thousand ghosts with one body and break through the Yin Qi to clear the cemetery!
As Wang Xiaodao continued to use the power of Bagua Qimen, he became more skillful in using it.
In the cemetery, the Bagua formation disk was constantly flashing with light, and Wang Xiaodao's figure kept moving in the formation disk, leaving only afterimages.
Feng Yun never doubted Wang Xiaodao's understanding. This trip to Linjun was an experience for Wang Xiaodao.
Not long after, the fog spreading throughout the cemetery had completely dissipated, and the flickering figures and various erratic sounds also disappeared.
With his clothes soaked in sweat, Wang Xiaodao simply sat down on the ground to regain his strength.
(End of chapter)
