"Mr. Zhao, please come in."
Zhao Bin felt uneasy. He had just chased the county magistrate outside, but the magistrate was trembling and left without saying a word, taking the black-clothed government servants with him.
At this time, when he heard the voice calling from inside the room, he hesitated for a while. The old servant on the side kept shaking his head, signaling his young master not to go in.
"Sir, the situation in the house is unknown, so you must not go in."
The old servant had a sad look on his face, and he sighed secretly in his heart, thinking that things were going up again and again in the family.
"Son..."
At this time, Zhao Si came over.
He explained the situation to his son, saying that the two people in the room were brought by him, and they were immortals who came to subjugate demons, and they made it clear that no bounty was required.
"I see."
Zhao Bin, the son of the Zhao family, stood up, straightened his clothes a little, and then walked into the house with the worried eyes of the old servant.
"Two immortals, Zhao Bin is very polite."
Mr. Zhao deserves to be from a wealthy family. Even though he was still a little panicked, he did not lose his etiquette.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw two people similar to himself.
One is a black-clothed swordsman with a long sword in his arms and dressed in powerful clothing.
One is a golden-crowned immortal wearing a mysterious robe, sitting calmly.
"Please take a seat."
Xia Zhichan pointed to the seat opposite her:
"Mr. Zhao, there is no need to be so uneasy. The two of us are here to rid your family of evil things. We don't have any evil intentions."
Zhao Bin sat down. Of course, he would not really let down his guard because of the other person's words, but after all, he saw that the other person was a reasonable person and not the vicious person he thought.
I felt a little relieved.
"Thank you two immortals, but I don't know where in the mountains or caves are you practicing?"
Zhao Bin said this just to find out the details of the other party. These somewhat famous charlatans will look for places with beautiful mountains and beautiful waters to practice, so as to enhance their image of aloof immortals.
Xia Zhichan took out the gold seal from her sleeve and handed it to Zhao Bin, the son of the Zhao family.
Zhao Bin had seen that gold seal before. Just now, this thing flew out and hit the county magistrate with a big bump on his forehead. When the county magistrate saw the gold seal, he felt like he had seen a ghost. He was so frightened that he peed his pants.
"There are no taboos in the heavenly official's blessings."
Zhao Bin looked at the vigorous handwriting on the front, then turned it over and saw the small characters engraved on the back. The content of those words showed Xia Zhichan's identity.
"It turns out to be... Lord Lingguan, I am so disrespectful and disrespectful."
Zhao Bin actually still had doubts. After all, the Lingguan lineage was not as famous as the Buddhist and Taoist families, and there were few legends about them in the world.
But since they confidently took out the gold seal to prove their identity, coupled with the frightened performance of the previous county magistrate, this should prove the authenticity of Xia Zhichan's identity.
Zhao Bin quickly and respectfully handed Xia Zhichan's gold seal back, then stood up and saluted Xia Zhichan again:
"I didn't know your identity before, so I offended you. Please forgive me."
"Master Zhao, there is no need to be too polite."
Xia Zhichan could actually tell that Zhao Bin still didn't believe him in his heart, but he didn't care too much and waved his hand casually.
"I wonder when it will be convenient for Master Lingguan to eliminate demons from my family?"
"The demon will come in three days, and I will capture him then."
Zhao Bin nodded, and just as he opened his mouth to say something else, he heard Xia Zhichan continue:
"As for your father, he is just too frightened. Just find a doctor to prescribe some calming and soothing decoctions."
"Uh...thank you, Lord Lingguan."
What Zhao Bin wanted to ask just now was about his seriously ill father. Seeing that the other party said it before he could ask the question, he believed Xia Zhichan's identity a little more.
…
The golden crow falls and the jade rabbit rises.
The black curtain of the night has just been raised, and now the bright moon is in the sky, and the stars are shining brightly.
Under such a night scene, there are people with evil intentions.
Two arm-thick red candles swayed left and right in the autumn wind, and the changing light shrouded the entire altar.
Three pillars of fragrance were ignited by candlelight in the hands of old Taoist Qi Siniu, and a wisp of green smoke soared upward.
"Heaven Lingling, Earth Lingling, the Nine Heavens Exorcist Patriarch will soon appear..."
With something in his mouth, the old Taoist inserted three pillars of fragrance into the incense burner in front of him.
He had his hair disheveled and held a brand new mahogany sword in his hand.
He stepped on the gangbang with his feet, and silently recited the mantra in his mouth.
Snapped!
The peach wood sword stretched forward and lightly touched the altar.
Countless pieces of yellow paper flew out and wrapped around the blade of the mahogany sword. Then the old man stretched the sword towards the candlelight, and the flames made the entire blade burn.
Crackling.
There was a faint sound of wind and thunder, resounding on the peach wood sword.
It's strange to say that the flames were clearly rising but the blade of the peach wood sword was not ignited. The burned yellow talismans only left black lines on the sword that were twisted and twisted like spider webs.
"Disciple!"
The old Taoist shouted.
Then there were rapid footsteps, and several Taoist boys ran out of the house, each holding a dark clay pot in their hands.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
The little Taoist boys threw the clay pots in their hands towards the altar of the old Taoist, and then got back into the house without looking back.
With the sound of the clay pot breaking, clouds of black or yellow smoke rose.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" the woman cried.
"Hahaha..." the man laughed.
"Quack..." A weird roar.
The silvery white moonlight sprinkled down, but when it fell on the courtyard, it melted as if it had been swallowed by something.
It's like the first snow in the middle of winter meets the midsummer in June.
"Hey! You lonely and innocent ghosts, why don't you kneel down when you see me!"
The old Taoist glared, and lightly touched Taomu Jian with his left hand.
Crackling.
Silver-white lightning surged out from the mahogany sword, and the arc flashed and made a sonic boom-like sound in the air.
"Hahaha, just because you are such a stinky Taoist..."
A man's face emerged from a cloud of dark smoke. He had no eyebrows or eyes, and only had a simple outline of facial features.
Other smoke also showed its own outline shape. Some are rickety old men, some are legless women, there are also young babies and weird animal shapes.
Without exception, they all raised their heads to swallow, and the moonlight falling from the sky fell into their mouths like melted snow, and then disappeared.
Sunlight is pure Yang, moonlight is pure Yin.
For these ghosts who can only walk at night, the moonlight in the sky is a great tonic. Only by devouring the moonlight all year round can they improve their cultivation over time.
They are all sealed in clay pots, and Yuehua has not been seen for many years.
Click!
A lightning bolt of silver light flew out along the blade of the sword, directly chopping the black mist male ghost who had just made a joke into a ball of flying ash.
Ah - the ghost's screams are particularly harsh.
The old Taoist is stroking his beard with his left hand and holding a mahogany sword in his right hand. The autumn wind blows and his robes are swaying in the wind. If an uninformed person sees it, he will definitely think that the old Taoist is an immortal with an immortal demeanor.
Plop, plop.
The candlelight flickered on the altar, and a large group of people knelt down in front of the old Taoist.
"Sir, please spare my life. We are willing to obey your orders."
"Um."
The old Taoist squinted his eyes, nodded slightly, and pointed his mahogany sword forward.
The clouds of smoke kneeling on the ground were shaking like chaff, fearing that the terrible thunder just now would suddenly hit their heads.
"Listen, tonight go to the wing of the west courtyard of Zhao's house and kill everyone in the house, leaving no one behind."
The words came out, three points colder than the cold wind at night in early autumn.
"After this is done, I will give you your freedom..."
"Yes, I will follow the Immortal's instructions."
The smokers agreed in unison, some rising up and flying towards Zhao's house, while others hid in the shadows and disappeared.
The old Taoist held the peach wood sword and sneered several times.
As his eyes moved, a gloomy black mist slowly rose up, filling his entire pupils with black.
Murderous intention, jealousy, greed.
The three hearts immediately arose, demonizing all the Zhongzhengdao hearts he had cultivated for many years. As a practitioner, the most important thing is to keep your original mind and not be deceived by desires.
If one thought arises, all evil will be done.
The old Taoist has entered the devil's path just because of a single thought today. Now all he wants to do is kill the two people who made him look embarrassed, then kill the whole Zhao family, loot all the money, and finally kill the county magistrate and become the county magistrate himself.
Once a person enters the devil's path, he will be controlled by his own terrible paranoia and will do many completely unreasonable things.
…
In the Zhao family's courtyard, in the Zhao family's master's bedroom.
"Ouch..."
Mr. Zhao was lying on the bed with a cooling towel on his forehead. He pinched his temple with his left hand and kept screaming in pain.
With a creak, the bedroom door was opened.
Zhao Bin and an old servant carrying soup came in.
"Dad, are you feeling better?"
Zhao Bin personally took the soup and tasted it to make sure it was no longer hot before passing it to his father's mouth.
"Bin'er, what evil have you done as a father? Why do you think your sister..."
Mr. Zhao hissed and sighed, with a sad look on his face.
"Dad, it's okay. Come on, take the medicine first. Taking good care of yourself is the most important thing."
With Zhao Bin's persuasion, Mr. Zhao drank the decoction.
He handed the medicine bowl to the old servant and asked him to leave first.
After that, only the father and son were left in the house. Zhao Bin hesitated for a while, and Master Zhao saw him looking a little embarrassed.
"Bin'er, just tell me if you have anything to say. Is there anything going on between father and son?"
Mr. Zhao waved his hand and signaled his son to just say it.
"Father is very knowledgeable, so do you know about the 'Five-Colored Spirit Officer'..."
Zhao Bin sat on the stool next to the bed. He roughly told his father what happened during the day.
In fact, it was still the same issue. He was worried about Xia Zhichan, whose origin was unknown.
"One year my father went to our capital of Daqi to sell Shu brocade. I heard it mentioned by businessmen in the capital. It is said that the Lingguan lineage is a mysterious sect that can rival the Taoist sect of Longhu Mountain and the Buddhist sect of Wanfo Mountain..."
Mr. Zhao is worthy of having traveled all over the country for many years, and his knowledge is indeed far-reaching.
"Longhu Mountain, Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain...aren't those the fairy gates where the legendary immortals live?"
Zhao Bin's eyes widened and he couldn't believe his ears.
"Yes... My father remembers that my friends in the capital once mentioned that when a spiritual official walks in the world, he seems to have a golden seal from the emperor..."
Mr. Zhao may have drank the medicine, and his head started to stop hurting. The memories of his youth also came back bit by bit, becoming clearer and clearer.
"Gold Seal!"
Zhao Bin nodded dully. He had seen the gold seal engraved with his identity.
"Yes, Bin'er, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Bin didn't even know what expression he should show, and his face became stiff for a while:
"That golden seal...I've seen it before."
…
call--
The autumn wind passes through the treetops, making a sound like crying.
Outside the wing in the west courtyard, clouds of black or yellow smoke gathered.
Either an old man, a beautiful woman, a ghost baby, or a monster.
Amid Qiu Feng's sobs, voices of men and women whose genders were unclear were murmuring:
"Let's... go together... and kill everyone...!"
"Kill... light!"
The autumn wind at night blew on the doors and windows, making a sound like banging on the door.
Inside the room, Xia Zhichan, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, frowned.
This feeling is like a cool night in midsummer, when you feel sleepy and your eyelids sink. When you are about to fall asleep, you suddenly hear the annoying buzzing of mosquitoes in your ears.
He stretched out his finger and flicked the golden crown on his head.
Ding--
The annoying "mosquitoes" outside the house fell all over the floor.
