Half an hour later.
It is a three-foot high platform, two feet long and wide, and an altar has been erected on it.
This high platform was built in advance by people sent by the Huang family. It conforms to the shape and specifications of the Qingping Palace altar. There are long yellow cloth flags inserted in the four corners and engraved with various symbols and patterns similar to ghost paintings.
Several servants of the Huang family were busy on the high platform, making final preparations, and soon attracted a large number of people to watch.
"Let's start the practice!"
"Quick, run quickly and call your second aunt and his family to come over. This is a rare sight!"
"With Qingping Palace's real-life methods, those little demons and brats will definitely be killed soon!"
"Yes, the real people in Qingping Palace are very effective. The elixirs and talisman water in the past have saved many lives..."
The people gathered around the high platform, pointing and talking, and more and more people gathered. Almost all men, women, and children from the entire Sishui Town came.
After all, almost every household has paid for this ritual. In addition, the people who were haunted before were panicked. They eagerly hope to see the real people in Qingping Palace for peace of mind.
The noisy scene lasted for a while:
"Respectfully request Qingping Palace to Qingliang Zhenren!"
The servants of the Huang family cleared the way, and amid the beating of gongs and drums, the people became quiet one after another, and Taoist Qingliang appeared on the stage.
He was born in the Hongfa Hall, so he naturally has a good appearance. In addition, he has practiced Taiyi Zhuang Gong all the year round. He has a tall and straight posture, steady and strong steps, and a solemn face. He is really a bit majestic when he looks around.
The people around him all moved out of the way, looking at Taoist Qingliang with a hint of awe in their eyes.
Zhang Yao and Taoist Qingyu followed Taoist Qingliang, holding magic swords, edicts, yellow talismans and other objects, holding their chests high and raising their heads, following step by step.
"Ascend to the altar!"
After arriving at the high platform, Taoist Qingliang flicked his fly whisk and gave orders.
Zhang Yao and Taoist Qingyu quickly stepped forward to arrange the altar. Soon the altar was decorated, and it was Taoist Qingliang's turn to "perform".
"drink!"
He held the magic sword in his hand, raised the yellow talisman, stepped on the gang and fought step by step. He muttered some words and started doing the exercises.
Zhang Yao stepped aside and, together with Taoist Qingyu, simply cooperated with Taoist Qingliang in reciting mantras and chanting sutras while quietly observing his movements.
He found that Taoist Qingliang used different movements, spells, and talismans to coordinate with each other in the steps of finding, capturing, suppressing, and exterminating the "ghost".
Although this is essentially just a performance, the strict process and cumbersome steps and rituals seem to be a bit bluffing. At least the people who saw it did not realize how serious it was and were very convinced.
"No wonder you can get 50%. It seems that there is something good about this Hongfa Hall."
Zhang Yao commented silently.
This ritual lasted for more than half an hour before it came to an end. The exhausted Taoist Qingliang was covered in sweat.
Fortunately, he has been practicing Taiyi Zhuang Gong since he was a child. Although he visited the kiln at the foot of the mountain a lot, his physical foundation is still there, which can support a complete ritual.
“Without anyone to help, it’s still too difficult for one person to start a forum!”
Taoist Qingliang took a few deep breaths and felt a little happy in his heart:
"But if you go down the mountain alone, you can get more benefits, so it's still worthwhile."
He gathered his thoughts, then turned around and solemnly declared:
"The evil ghost that caused harm to Sishui Town has been suppressed by me. I have also prayed to Fusheng Tianzun, so you folks don't have to worry anymore!"
As soon as this statement came out, many people jumped for joy, beamed with joy, cheered and praised, and the scene suddenly became lively.
"Dad..."
In the crowd, a little boy scratched his head and asked doubtfully:
"The ghost that haunted me before was really killed? Why didn't I see it?"
"nonsense!"
His father glared at him and said:
"You are not a real person. You have not opened your eyes. How can you see ghosts? I can't even see you!"
"Don't worry, that kid must have been caught and killed by this real person. He has also been haunted in the past years, but as soon as the real person from Qingping Palace comes, he will stop making trouble again. It's very effective!"
"oh……"
The little boy nodded in understanding.
…………
Huang Mansion.
After completing the ritual, Mr. Huang enthusiastically persuaded them to stay, and they had another meal at Huang's Mansion.
At the banquet, Taoist Qingliang and Mr. Huang drank a few drinks and started chatting, and soon they talked about the chaotic situation nearby.
"……real or fake?"
Taoist Qingliang's face turned red and he was a little surprised and said:
"Then after the refugee army was dispersed, they came to our area?"
"right!"
Mr. Huang drank another drink and said with conviction:
"This news was brought by my Huang family's tea horse team from Changping. It is unmistakable."
"It is said that the refugee army numbered tens of thousands at its peak! However, they overestimated their capabilities and wanted to attack Changping. As a result, they were defeated and dispersed in all directions."
"That's a little dangerous."
There was a hint of worry in Taoist Qingliang's tone:
"Changping is only a few dozen miles away from us, so they might end up here."
"rest assured."
Mr. Huang waved his hands carelessly and said casually:
"The refugee army was said to have been killed and injured many on the spot, and tens of thousands of people were captured and sent to the mines as slaves."
"The rest were completely broken up and divided into dozens or hundreds of groups. Each group only has one or two hundred people at most. Even if they really come here, they won't be able to achieve anything."
Taoist Qingliang was really relieved when he heard this.
The refugee army were all low-class people who could no longer survive and were forced to rebel. Not only did they lack weapons and armor, but they were also starved and skinny, and they almost lost the strength to kill people.
If there are tens of thousands of refugees, like ants attached to a torrent, it is indeed worthy of fear, but if there are only one or two hundred people, then it is not worth mentioning.
For example, Sishui Town has hundreds of households, and almost every household has a male. Even if they are armed with hoes and bamboo poles, they can easily resist small groups of refugees.
As for Qingping Palace, they are not afraid of these refugees at all.
Cuiping Mountain is inherently easy to defend and difficult to attack. In addition, Qingping Palace has been passed down for hundreds of years, so it must have the capital to settle down.
"This world is so chaotic. There are soldiers and bandits everywhere..."
Taoist Qingliang and Master Huang were no longer worried, but Zhang Yao, who was listening to their conversation, felt a little worried in his heart.
The small roving civilian army may indeed pose no threat, but the world is so chaotic that there will be no guarantee that there will be other natural or man-made disasters in the future.
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens."
Zhang Yao was secretly alert:
"It seems that the days in the mountains have given me a desire to be at ease. This is absolutely unnecessary."
"You must plan ahead and find some escape routes in advance, lest any accident really happens and you are caught off guard and lose your life..."
