If Wang Zijia's formation is just a bit like an evil cultivator, and Si Wa uses ghost energy to drive the formation, it will be like a live scene of evil spirits making evil spirits, without any roundabout explanation.
The strong sinister wind and the strange scene caused strange roars to be heard throughout the basement, as if a ghost was traveling.
For a moment, because the five ghosts were specially sacrificed by Wang Zijia, the blood-red jade book was successfully pried open by the ghost energy and opened slightly. The four ghosts turned into four talismans and were included in the blood-red jade book.
Immediately afterwards, the jade book turned into a stream of light and disappeared next to Wang Zijia. The sea of consciousness of Lao Si who was not involved in the practice disappeared.
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I don't know how many miles away, Jiang Mingda, who had once again completed the exorcism, was finishing the arrangement of the altar with some nervousness, but also with some expectation and anxiety.
As he drove the evil corpse into the altar, and after completing all the arrangements, the three of them came to the altar again. After standing in a triangle, they began to light incense and start playing.
"The fragrance echoes to the heaven and earth, the blood talisman and the white bones cast the spiritual formation; I have traveled thousands of miles to invite the gods, and I pay my respects to all the benefactors in this altar!"
"Disciple, please pay your respects with all your heart. The Five Ghost Lords are here. The divine soldiers are as urgent as the law!"
As the spells of several people were activated, the formation began to shine red, and a sinister wind began to blow around.
This time the evil wind was obviously much stronger and more evil than the last time. The three of them all felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere, because there was really a serious evil spirit rising around them, as if evil spirits were coming.
Even so, the three of them did not dare to move.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Mingda's body suddenly trembled.
"oh!"
Behind him, Jiang Zhengye and Rui Wen's eyes were as wide as lanterns wide, they lost their voices in fear, and almost screamed. Fortunately, at the last moment, while my whole body was shaking, I covered my mouth in time.
They saw dark white ghost claws suddenly appearing from Jiang Mingda's body in front of them. Jiang Mingda also felt something at this moment, but he didn't dare to move and stood frozen in place.
Under the horrified gazes of the three people, four ghost babies crawled out of Jiang Mingda's body and quickly came to the altar. As the sinister wind blew, the corpses in the altar turned into pages of books, and were caught in the hands of the four ghosts.
Without a word of exchange, the four ghosts grabbed the pages of the book, got back into Jiang Mingda's body and disappeared.
After everything returned to calm, the three of them stood there for a long time, speechless.
For a long time, Jiang Zhengye and Ruiwen looked at each other for a moment, and Jiang Zhengye said, "It seems that this time it's just the four ghosts who came to sit down with the Lord God?"
"The way the four ghosts travel is really... special!" Rui Wen sighed.
Jiang Mingda came back to his senses slightly after hearing this, moved his completely stiff body, checked for a while, and found that there were no problems, then looked at Fu Zhaoshang, who once again had more than a hundred meritorious deeds, and then said: "Let's go to the next game! "
After saying that, the three people left here with mixed emotions of a little disappointed and a little relieved. As for the reason, it was obviously because the protagonist who was both looking forward to and fearing: the Five Ghosts and Gods did not appear.
This kind of monks exist, people like them are looking forward to seeing each other more, but they are also afraid of seeing each other more, and they feel extremely conflicted.
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In the underground base of Wanyuzong and Biyiyuan, there are sacrificial rituals in the secret room.
The dark wind stirred again, and the disappeared jade book suddenly flew out from the middle of Lao Si's eyebrows and re-suspended on the altar in front.
As the jade book scrolled, four ghost talismans flew out of the jade book. Da Wa grabbed the picture of several ghosts carrying the coffin and handed it to Wang Zijia like a treasure. The five ghosts, who had finished independently taking the corpse, showed a flattering smile to Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia watched the whole process and carefully examined the picture of the five ghosts carrying the coffin in his hand for a moment. Then he nodded with a smile and said: "Not bad!"
When the five ghosts heard this, their flattering expressions changed slightly, and each of them quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Especially Lao Wu, who was about to cry, reacted the most, with an expression as if he was finally not being punished.
"Since you five can indeed preside over the daily operation of the altar, as mature evil ghosts, you should know something and share some work for your master."
In his sweet words, the prince pointed at the altar and said: "From now on, the five of you will be responsible for collecting the corpses on a daily basis. The collected corpses can be sealed in the corpse pit. When a certain number is reached, the corpses will be collected. I’ll deal with it later.”
"After all, as a mature evil ghost, you need to support yourself. How can you leave the collection of rations to an outsider?"
"Wow!" The boss nodded vigorously, as if he understood what Wang Zijia meant.
"Wow!" The remaining three nodded.
"Wow?" Lao Wu was at a loss, his innocent and immature face full of confusion.
It seems like asking again, we can support ourselves, why do we need you?
Confused and silly!
That's right, Wang Zijia is now testing the automatic response mechanism of the altar and letting the five ghosts be responsible for collecting corpses from the altar.
After all, in myths and stories, many Bodhisattvas would leave the handling of minor matters to believers to the boy in front of them. Wang Zijia was just following his example.
"Okay, let's experiment like this first. Remember that every time you collect a corpse, you need to appear as a ghost baby."
As Wang Zijia warned, his magic power surged, and several pictures of five ghosts carrying coffins floated to the Hantan Pit.
"Bump!"
As the pages of the drawing paper exploded, contaminated corpses fell out one after another.
The five ghosts looked at the rations they had brought back with greedy eyes. Wang Zijia squeezed out the most essential contamination before throwing the remaining corpses to them. Each one had no complaints, just like a puppy that got a bone. The ghost mist spread excitedly and began to devour them.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
There is an ominous atmosphere in the sacrificial chamber, and strange sounds echo through the chamber, which is strange and evil.
"Value +12871!"
Daoxing: Hundred Years (117417/500,000)
After a long time, Wang Zijia, who had extracted all the pollution, looked at the value of his cultivation and showed a satisfied smile.
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Early the next morning, Wang Zijia got up as usual, boxing and eating.
"The spiritual objects are being auctioned!" Xiang Feifei suddenly said during the meal.
Wang Zijia was not surprised. Luo Xu had sent him an invitation two days ago and asked him if he would participate in the auction. He refused, not because he was low-level and not interested, but because he was poor!
If you fall in love with something and accidentally spend the money, and you have no capital, you won't be able to make money by selling the goods, and you will have to make an empty trip.
"How much did it cost?" Wang Zijia asked expectantly.
"Eighty thousand!" Xiang Feifei replied, with some suppressed excitement in her words.
The entire Xiang family has never had so much money in the family treasury in so many years. In the highest year, I heard from his grandfather that he only had more than 40,000 French dollars.
Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows, it turned out to be 20,000 more than he expected.
"not bad!"
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth subconsciously raised slightly, and his mood improved all morning.
(End of chapter)
