"The ghost is here!" Aguan and Lao Tudou shouted at the same time.
Old Tudou used his crutches together, and a ray of yellow light rushed towards the old man. He only heard a low cry from the old man, and his body softened and he collapsed on the ground.
"Old Liang!"
"A Liang, are you okay?"
It turned out that the old man who possessed the ghost was Dean Liang. Several old people were busy lifting Dean Liang and carrying him to a chair. Although Dean Liang could not move, he still had a ferocious look on his face, as if he was about to bite someone, and he was growling.
The sixth wife wrapped the red rope around Dean Liang's body and chanted a mantra in her mouth. Several old people were paralyzed from exhaustion. Aguan and Atai hurriedly went to help them.
From time to time, Lao Tudou waved his crutch at Dean Liang and cast spells, stamping his feet and shouting: "This ghost is awesome! He is not afraid of my crutch!"
Liu Po sat down on the ground, sweating profusely, and panting: "Not only... I used a whole bundle of red ropes... I can't tie him up..." Liu Po drank some water and looked at Aguan. . "The God Kitchen God gave me a dream, saying that there will be a great disaster tonight, and that you, Aguan, will come to help us... Boy, who are you?"
Aguan scratched his head, thought for a while and said: "Sixth Po, this... I don't know how to explain it to you, but actually I also know some magic to cure ghosts, I think I can help."
The sixth wife looked surprised and said: "What? I really can't tell! Aren't you selling stinky tofu to my little monkey grandson? How come you can also catch ghosts?"
"Yes, yes!" Artest quickly interrupted: "Catch ghosts during the day and sell stinky tofu at night!"
"Talk nonsense! What are you trying to catch during the day?" Sixth Po scolded her.
Artest quickly changed his mind: "Uh! No! We sell stinky tofu at night and catch ghosts in the middle of the night. As for daytime...you have to draw the talisman during the day, otherwise there will be no talisman to use in the middle of the night."
"Yes, I draw the talisman during the day." Aguan helped him lie.
Uncle Chen on the side couldn't help but interrupt, "Then you are really busy and don't need to sleep?"
The sixth wife still looked suspicious, and Atai quickly changed the subject and said, "Grandma, Aguan is really good at it. He rides a bicycle faster than a motorcycle!"
Old Tudou also followed suit and said, "Yes, Master Aguan, we are the most powerful!"
"Ah, who are you?" Sixth Po looked at Old Tudou.
"I am..." Before Old Tudou could finish speaking, Aguan rushed to say, "He is the teacher who taught me talismans. I learned all my ghost-catching skills from him."
The sixth wife still had an expression of disbelief, but the Kitchen Lord asked him in his dream, and Aguan really came and said he wanted to help, so how could she not believe it?
"You, you, all, must, die..." Dean Liang said ferociously in a strange accent.
Seeing that Dean Liang was struggling again, several old men quickly suppressed him. However, Dean Liang was extremely strong and the four old men could not suppress him even with the combined efforts of the four old men.
Old Tudou jumped forward, stretched out his crutch, and pressed it on Dean Liang's chest. The crutch glowed with yellow light, and then he pressed Dean Liang down.
"Shun, virtue, greatness, emperor, god, power, Gai, world, surrender, submission, person, life, failure, surrender, person, death..." Dean Liang said while spitting green foam.
The sixth wife came to Dean Liang and angrily scolded: "You bastard! What kind of Emperor Shunde will die if you don't surrender? Which ghost temple is this? Which ghost is pretending to be a god?"
"Profane, blasphemous, shun, de, great, emperor, ten thousand tribulations, no, recovery..." Dean Liang: "Tonight, you, all, get, die..."
The sixth wife was so angry that she bit her finger and drew a talisman on Dean Liang's forehead. Old Tudou also used a crutch to make gestures at Dean Liang, and finally suppressed the evil spirit in Dean Liang's body. Dean Liang again He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Aguan said to the sixth wife: "You have to find a place to take shelter tonight, otherwise something will happen..."
Liu Po pointed at Dean Liang. "What should I do with A Liang? I have to save him."
Lao Tudou interjected: "I can only temporarily suppress the evil spirit in his body, but I can't drive it out..."
Aguan turned to the grandfathers and said, "It will be very dangerous here at night. You'd better ask your family to pick you up first and come back later, okay?"
"Family? If we have family, why are we still here? We are all alone!" Lao Wang said loudly.
"My unscrupulous son and his wife have moved out of the country. They have long forgotten that he has a father!" Lao Chen replied.
"Lao Liang is also single. His nursing home actually makes no money at all. We only pay him a little money every month to feed him and live in him. This has been going on for many years. Now he has become like this. We How can you just leave?" Grandpa Li looked at Dean Liang.
"Take this old man and take refuge somewhere else." Artest suggested.
"I think it's useless... The evil spirit is attached to him. No matter where he goes, the Shunde Evil God can sense it." Old Tudou shook his head.
"So much! At worst, we have to fight with those ghosts. What kind of Shunde stinkers? Your grandma has been catching ghosts all her life. I will run away only if the ghosts listen. How can I run away if I hear the ghosts? If they come at night, let them come. , look who dies!”
"Well said!" Lao Wang, a veteran, shouted loudly, jumped on a chair and shouted: "I think back then, when I was fighting in the north and south, this is how I got here! One time, a whole company of brothers surrounded us. It’s a small village, surrounded by enemies, so we won’t be allowed to fight our way out…”
"You're talking about ancient times again! You've told me this over 800 times, old taro boy!" Uncle Chen was the first one who couldn't stand listening.
Lao Wang angrily scolded: "Have you told it so many times?"
Lao Huang nodded and said, "Yes."
Grandpa Li shook his head. "I can't see more than that!"
"Stop nagging! Everyone, hurry up and get ready. I need a few things to make this recipe!" Sixth Po ordered everyone: "Find someone to go to the market to buy eggs, the more the better! Find someone to buy drawing paper, as big as a newspaper. The drawing paper needs to be white, not other colors." Liu Po gave the order, and everyone got busy.
After a while, Aguan moved back the first box of eggs. Sixth Po took out a few eggs, weighed them in her hands, and nodded. She set up an altar in the lobby of the nursing home. The altar was filled with magical instruments, all brought from the temple.
The sixth wife took a pen and dipped it in cinnabar, and drew a small charm on the egg. In the middle of the charm, there was the word "Thunder".
The rest of the people continued to prepare, and the grandfathers divided their troops into multiple groups and went to nearby supermarkets and stores to purchase eggs. Aguan rode a stone fire wheel between major stores and supermarkets to deliver batches of eggs to nursing homes.
Artai returned to the nursing home holding a large bundle of blank paper.
Sixth Po took a brush and drew a life-size human figure on the paper. She muttered some words and waved her hand holding the candle. The candle oil dripped onto the paper and the outline of the human figure ignited. After a while, a complete human form ignited. Liupo recited a spell, and the human figure jumped up and danced. Several old people were stunned to see it, while Old Tudou was so happy that he danced with the paper man.
Everyone had a simple lunch and started busy preparing for the battle.
Landlord Lao Tudou drew spells on the walls of the entire nursing home so that ghosts could not enter through the walls and could only enter through the doors and windows.
Atai waved his hands repeatedly. He had already drawn the talisman Liu Po taught him on nearly a thousand eggs. The cinnabar used to draw the talisman had been made by Liu Po. As long as the writing was correct, it would be effective.
Grandpa Li, who practices Chinese martial arts, is also good at Chinese painting and calligraphy. He helped draw human figures on white paper, and then asked Liu Po to cast a spell to make moving paper figures.
In the evening, a group of people were so tired that they were paralyzed. Originally, Liu Po asked everyone to prepare more props, but she thought wrong. If just preparing for the battle exhausted their energy, then the battle would not be fought.
