Zhang Zhiwei led a group of people from Ziyun Temple to the ancestral hall in Huangshi Town.
"Here we are, that's it. Last time we fought with the female ghost in front of this ancestral hall, and we lost a few people."
Master Ziyun Temple sighed in a low voice.
"The evil spirit here is so heavy. It's much heavier than last time. Do we really want to break in?"
A middle-aged Taoist priest in Ziyun Temple said worriedly.
Hearing this, Tian Jinzhong said: "What are you afraid of? Senior brother is leading the team. If anything unexpected happens, don't worry!"
After finishing speaking, Tian Jinzhong looked at the dark ancestral hall and felt a little scared. He turned to Zhang Zhiwei and said:
"Senior brother, there must be a trap here. Otherwise, if we don't enter, you can just cover the ancestral hall with golden light, close the door and beat the dog, catch the turtle in the jar, and then use thunder to kill the soul!"
"This little master must not be too imaginative. How big is this ancestral hall? It is a temple with three entrances. It needs to be covered with a golden light spell. The attainment of the golden light spell is so deep that only gods can do it!"
A Taoist priest from Ziyun Temple said that he was not a bully, but the idea was too scary.
It is not difficult to protect the whole body with a golden light spell. It can protect a few meters in radius. It can be done with a little effort, but it is undoubtedly fanciful to cover such a large ancestral hall.
This kind of joke was undoubtedly harsh in the current scene, and he couldn't bear to hear it, so he couldn't help but say it.
"Senior brother, show it to them quickly!" Tian Jinzhong said quickly.
Zhang Zhiwei patted Tian Jinzhong on the back of the head: "It's a good idea, don't think about it next time."
What Tian Jinzhong said, he can indeed do it, but do you think he is a fool? When he walks in, a few loudmouths can solve the problem, but he wants to start a big fight outside?
Even he would find it difficult to cover such a large area with golden light, and it was very difficult.
"We'll go right in and get rid of the ghosts."
Zhang Zhiwei said: "But before that, we have to break the ghost wall here. The evil energy inside is very heavy, and a strong energy trap has been formed. If I go in rashly, I may not be affected, but Maybe you will!”
Master Ziyun Temple nodded and said: "That's true. From my point of view, if you don't use the altar at the door and command divine power, it will be destroyed directly."
This is also the consistent way of Taoist priests to eliminate demons.
"No need to bother!"
Zhang Zhiwei reached out and touched the pillar at the entrance of the ancestral hall. With a strong force, he pulled off a piece of wood from the pillar. He held it in his hand and examined it. He saw that the wood was emitting black energy.
"The so-called ghost building a wall is actually a pattern that is formed by solidifying dead objects such as buildings and mountains and rivers, and then using living things to generate Qi, which circulates within a certain range. Then it forms a pattern in a certain place and at a certain time."
"The human body is a complete pattern. If the two patterns conflict with each other, the weaker one will naturally be affected. If you want to be immune to the influence of the ghost's wall, you must either follow the rules or crack it."
"The rules in this ghost's wall are made by the ghost. I'm afraid it will be difficult to follow her rules."
"But it's not difficult to crack it."
With that said, Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand and felt a little empty.
In an instant, centered on the point where his finger landed, the void burned, like a hole being burned in the middle of a picture, and the fire quickly spread in all directions.
The sinister black energy in the ancestral hall was immediately burned without a trace, and the entire ancestral hall became bright and bright.
"this……"
"Little Gao Gong, what method did you use just now to directly break through the ghost wall here?"
"Yes, I looked at the concentration of evil spirits and ghosts in it. It was quite scary. Why did it disappear with just one finger? Is this some unparalleled secret from the general altar?"
Ziyun's audience looked at this scene in amazement.
Tian Jinzhong, on the other hand, was not surprised at all, as if his senior brother had taken it for granted.
"It's not a special skill," Zhang Zhiwei extended his index finger and thumb, "It's just that I have a little research on Qimen Dunjia and the pattern of heaven and earth. Okay, the ghost wall has been broken, let's go in!"
Having said that, Zhang Zhiwei stepped into it first.
Tian Jinzhong followed closely.
The scene of him raising his hand to break through the ghost wall undoubtedly gave Ziyun's audience more confidence, and they quickly followed suit.
This ancestral hall is a courtyard with three openings, divided into front, middle and back halls. As soon as you enter the courtyard of the ancestral hall, you will see a stone path leading from the door to the middle hall. This is the central axis of the ancestral hall, about five meters long. Ten meters wide and four meters wide, with red lanterns hanging on both sides, bright red like blood.
In the middle courtyard, there was a faint and clear voice. It was a female singing opera. The singing was quite nice. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the words clearly.
"My name is Li Huiniang, a daughter of a good family. She lost her mother while traveling to work as a singer while escaping from the war. I have such a miserable life... I have caused a lot of disasters for no reason... I am so wronged, I am so wronged."
"Brother, what is it singing? It's eerie!" Tian Jinzhong swallowed.
Zhang Zhiwei didn't know that he didn't have any research on opera.
However, the master of Ziyun Temple knew a little bit and whispered: "This is the plot of "Li Huiniang" in the drama!"
"What is it about?" Tian Jinzhong asked.
"The current piece of music should be about the scene where Li Huiniang was murdered by an adulterer, went to the underworld, and sought justice from the judge. When the judge saw that she was pitiful, he would give her the Yin Yang Fan and let her return to the world to take revenge!" Ziyun The viewer explained.
Hmm... Tian Jinzhong swallowed and said in confusion: "Don't judges all judge cases in accordance with the law? Why would they give her treasures because they see her as pitiful and let her return to the world to take revenge? Doesn't this disturb order?"
"So this is just a dream of a dying man. Let's go and have a look!"
Zhang Zhiwei had no inhibitions and walked into the middle courtyard.
The few people behind quickly followed.
As soon as you entered the middle courtyard, you were faced with a stage, where a good play was being performed. The play connected with the parts you heard before.
On the stage, a beauty dressed in white with plain make-up was seen kneeling in front of a red-faced man wearing a judge's costume, praying in a low voice:
"I'm so wronged, I'm so wronged. The resentment is rising three thousand feet high, and the soul of the unjust person who died is filled with rage. I'm so pitiful that my youth has cost me my life. I gnash my teeth and hate Pingzhang. The ghost is still lingering and my heart is melancholy..."
The lyrics are melodious, the singing voice is ethereal, melodious and desolate, sometimes rising up, sometimes falling down, like weeping or complaining, which makes people's hearts shake.
The judge had his back to everyone, and Li Huiniang was facing everyone. At first glance, it looked like Li Huiniang was avenging justice to everyone.
"Senior...brother, what should we...do?"
Tian Jin felt an inexplicable feeling of compassion in his heart, and when he was about to ask, he saw Zhang Zhiwei striding towards the stage.
On the stage, after hearing Li Huiniang's appeal, the judge babbling for a while, and finally took out a black and white precious fan.
However, before he had time to hand the precious fan into Li Huiniang's hand, a thin thread with glittering golden light was tied to the judge's neck and he was pulled off the stage.
"伱......"
The judge was shocked and angry, but speechless because Zhang Zhiwei strangled his neck with one hand and held him up high.
Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the Yin Yang fan in the judge's hand, and then at Li Huiniang on the stage. To be precise, it was Xia Liuhong:
"Every champion has something that contains the power of faith. Some are gloves, some are rings, etc. Yours is probably this fan. I feel that there is a strong spiritual power in it."
With that said, Zhang Zhiwei took off the Yin Yang fan from the judge's hand and exerted force on his hand.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones gradually breaking was chilling.
The judge crooked his neck and died.
Maybe it can't be described as dead, because he is a dead person, but he is controlled by ghosts and becomes a walking corpse.
This scene seemed to surprise Li Huiniang on the stage. The melodious and melancholy singing stopped, and she stared straight at Zhang Zhiwei with dark eyes. She seemed not to understand why this Taoist priest dared to be so arrogant. Just do it and treat her like nothing.
Zhang Zhiwei didn't pay attention to Xia Liuhong. He threw down the body of Judge Xiajiao and looked at the Yin Yang fan in his hand.
Zhang Zhiwei was very interested in the method of advocating the divine mask, so he took the Yin Yang fan on a whim.
After looking around, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly made a new discovery.
If you want to show your strength, you must not only act like a god, but also have enough faith.
Where does the power of faith come from?
You need to collect them on a regular basis and use utensils like this fan to dress them up, and then use them when performing the gods.
At first glance, doesn't it look a bit like a Taoist priest's talisman? !
A god of acting and a god of orders.
One can gain the power of gods through acting.
A way to let the gods send down their power through edicts.
Although the forms of expression are different, the essence is an application of the power of faith.
Of course, the biggest difference between the two is that Taoist priests have the support of the Dharma lineage and do not have to worry about not having enough faith to command the gods.
As long as your cultivation level is high enough and the level of the magic weapon is high enough, you can exert greater power.
But advocating for excellence is different. No matter how similar you act, without the support of faith, it is just a mirror image. Therefore, for advocating excellence, it is very important to collect more power of faith.
"Does this mean that this fan is a beggar's version of the Dharma?" Zhang Zhiwei spread out the fan and muttered to himself.
(End of chapter)
