Chapter 249 Practice
Time flies, half a year rushes by.
There are more and more refugees in Huaifeng City.
The originally prosperous market seemed very crowded. At first, there was some planning, but now it has gathered into a large stall.
The shanties outside the city stretch for several miles.
The governor of Huaifeng should have been happy when so many refugees suddenly appeared, but he couldn't be happy at all.
The more people there are, the more food is needed. Even if you open a warehouse to store food, it won't last long.
Moreover, with so much extra idle labor, it is inevitable to cause trouble.
Even if it is a work-for-relief program, there is not that much work for them to do.
Instead, because there were so many people coming and going, they spontaneously formed gangs.
Many gangs suddenly appeared in Huaifeng, and there were fierce battles between foreign gangs and local gangs.
The eunuch was made one big and two big.
Finally, these matters were delegated to the police, who controlled different gangs.
Government office.
It was already full in the early morning, probably because the prefect issued an emergency order.
Whether it's the official in the concubine's bed, the drunken county lieutenant, or the staff master who has just finished approving the approval documents in his hand and taking a rest, they are all gathered together now.
There was silence in the Prefect's Mansion.
The first governor was still calm: "The thieves are powerful, Shuangya Pass has been lost, and now an army of 200,000 will arrive in an instant."
"I have already asked the Holy One to ask for support. Please come up with a charter."
At this time, no one else except the Taiwei had any say.
Therefore, the Huaifeng County Lieutenant raised his voice and raised his hands in salute: "Your Majesty, since ancient times, we have surrounded you with ten times the force, and attacked by force with five times the force."
"I, Huaifeng, still have 50,000 soldiers and horses, and I have recorded tens of thousands of young men in half a month, so I can withstand them."
"..."
"Your Majesty, I think our chances of winning are not high."
"It should be noted that those rebels are supported by demons from Luo Jiao. Naturally, we are not afraid of ordinary military formations. But when the immortal master takes action, let alone 50,000 soldiers and horses, even ten times that number will not help."
"this……"
Governor Huaifeng pondered and looked at the strong man in indigo clothes: "Captain Han, what do you think?"
"I'm afraid we have no chance of winning against the Immortal Master."
"Your Majesty, please tell me that we need help from the Zhenxie Yamen."
"I will write a letter."
Everyone is also aware of the seriousness of the matter. People with high positions naturally understand the strangeness of this world. As long as the immortal master takes action, even the city's defense and rebels will be defeated, so they can only hope for support from the court.
"Huaifeng has more than a dozen temples, and there are many strange people among them. Please contact Mr. Han in advance."
"Thanks to Chief Han's efforts, the government will do its best to satisfy any request."
…
"Taoist Master, my father asked me to bring this to you." Zhou Qiang put down the wine bottle with a simple smile.
The Taoist in black robe nodded slightly: "I am determined."
The one in the black robe is naturally Tu Shanjun.
A few months ago, Han An led the government's police officers to arrest a tomb robbery case. Unexpectedly, they encountered a zombie. Zhou Qiang was injured by the zombie. The Zhou family hurriedly asked Tu Shanjun for help, thus saving Zhou Qiang's life. .
Mother Zhou refused to let her son take risks no matter what.
Lao Zhou's family only has one seedling. If it disappears, how will they survive?
The family's foundation may be ruined by others.
Originally, the Zhou family and his wife only thought that their children were just dreaming about these things. In addition, Han An was an innate master. Although they were worried, they followed Zhou Qiang's wishes.
After that incident, they realized how dangerous it is to hunt ghosts and monsters.
Anyway, they are not willing to take any action on this so-called matter of protecting the country and the people.
"Taoist Priest, why did you come out of the stall today? Come on, help me figure out where my money went."
The window on the second-story building opened, and a head with half-tied hair poked out, and he said teasingly: "Big Chong, why don't you ask your mother-in-law to take away your private money and ask the Taoist priest to settle it?"
"Go! Go! Go."
Zhang Da Chong waved his hand to drive him away.
Then he took out the salmon plate and put it in the cloth bag aside.
"Taoist Priest, please save my life. I don't know where my golden lock has gone."
"Haha, where else could it be? I'm afraid it's not on some girl's belly."
"Is it Brother Su? I saw you at Wanhua Tower last night."
"Hey!"
"..."
In the past six months, it is better to say that Tushanjun is looking for the banner master, rather than living in seclusion in Huaifeng.
During the day, I would read Taoist books, search for objects, or perform rituals for the death of a relative.
What is relatively rare is catching monsters, and most of the time it is suppressing ghosts.
In the city, people's thoughts gather together, and the seven emotions and six desires converge, and it is easy for evil spirits to be born.
And as the number of refugees increases, more and more people die. The soul with the slightest obsession will absorb human thoughts and turn into a ghost.
Different ghosts will appear in different ways of death. Most of them only have instincts, deceiving and abducting living people to re-achieve their way of death.
Besides, which house didn’t have a disobedient servant thrown into its well?
There is no river in which babies have drowned.
Evil spirits will naturally be born.
Tu Shanjun counted with his fingers, looking at his heels first.
Those with grievances were handed over to Han An, and those with no grievances were collected into soul flags to supplement their combat power.
In this way, he has become quite famous in Huaifeng City.
"Counting the time, it's time to leave."
Tu Shanjun put down the bamboo slip in his hand and looked inside his body.
Zhu Polong's body was already overwhelmed, and there was not much mana left in his Dantian. He was afraid that he would not even be able to activate the Soul Flag.
It's past noon.
God's face changes at any time.
After a while, dark clouds gathered, and light rain fell down.
The rain in autumn is not heavy, but it is cold and uncomfortable.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Tu Shanjun opened the door, and the person outside did not surprise him, because he was the one who called this person here.
"I'm leaving Huaifeng. If you want anything, please make it clear."
"Whether I do it or not is in my heart."
Seeing the black-robed Taoist turning around and walking in the courtyard, Li San's expression changed slightly, he knelt on the ground with a bang, kowtowed and said, "Please, Taoist Master, help me kill someone."
The down-and-out Taoist probably knew this was the case.
He had learned some information from the Zhou family and his wife who were guarding the inn.
For half a year, except for the initial dime, Li San never asked him for a penny. He was extremely concerned about Tu Shanjun's affairs. He relied on this person to keep the city informed, saving Tu Shanjun the trouble.
They don’t ask for gold or silver, and they don’t want benefits. What such people want is bound to be more touching than the benefits of gold and silver.
What should it be?
"Six years ago, I was lucky enough to escape from bandits in Yinshan Village because I was going to Huaifeng for the market. When I rushed back to the village, the whole village was slaughtered, and no one survived..."
"Does the government not care?"
"I tried, but the government soldiers didn't go immediately, and then the matter was settled."
"I also became lame in that battle."
"You want revenge."
Meeting the eyes of the black-robed Taoist, Li San suddenly had a thought in his mind, 'The opportunity has come'.
He had waited for so long, saved a lot of money, and wanted to ask a great master to help him kill the master of Yinshan Village. Unexpectedly, the master did not come, but he met a strange black-robed Taoist priest.
In the past six months, the black-robed Taoist priest has become more and more famous. Catching ghosts and catching monsters is as common as eating and drinking.
But he didn't quite understand, and he didn't understand whether the method of suppressing evil spirits could kill people.
"think!"
"Very well, I'll give you this chance."
"I will do something to give you a more powerful force than what you are born with. Whether you succeed or not depends entirely on you."
"Please ask the Taoist Master to teach you the Dharma."
…
The practice of opening an altar pays attention to the right time, place and people.
This is even more true with the use of black magic.
However, Tu Shanjun is also a master of Jindan and does not need the help of the right time and place.
Unfold the altar ceremony, use the demon blood of Zhu Polong to write the magic circle at the foot, and take out the magic pen and jade knife used by the monks of the magic circle to hook the talismans.
Use an inkstone made of bone to grind blood ink.
In order to enhance the power, ghost blood was specially chosen.
Li San also listened to the advice and did not pretend to be a tough guy. He took Ma Fei San and bit the tree root wrapped in a rag to prevent the pain from getting too much and bit off his tongue.
"The technique I performed is called 'Nightmare Pattern Possession'."
"Mix and blend ghost blood, demon blood, and human blood, supplemented by heavenly materials and earthly treasures to form blood ink."
"The pattern you draw will allow you to gain some of the magical powers of the spirit."
"My improvements have reduced the side effects, so you can use it with confidence."
"However, your internal strength is low. It's okay to activate it temporarily. If you fight for a long time, your essence and blood will be lost."
After hearing Tu Shanjun's words, Li San suddenly felt evil intentions.
This technique certainly looks not simple, but as long as it can help him get revenge, he will not hesitate to go to hell.
Er.
A lifelike painting of a bear appeared on Li San's back.
The old bear opened its bloody mouth to choose people and devour them.
As the blood and ink penetrated his body, Li San's eyes were so wide that he could see the veins all over his body.
Then a talisman was placed on his forehead, and the cool and refreshing air flowed into his body, helping him greatly relieve the pain.
When Tu Shanjun had nothing to do, he studied and improved the techniques in his hands. After so many years, he had already completed them with his golden elixir master's vision.
Finally, he put on the bear skin for Li San.
The bearskin took root and penetrated into Li San's flesh and blood, seeming to merge with his flesh and blood.
After a while, a tall human bear appeared in front of Tushanjun.
Tushanjun nodded with satisfaction.
The nightmare enchantment technique gave Li San most of the old bear's abilities, and this bear skin originally belonged to the old bear. He used the left-handed way of "creating animals" to put it on Li San, turning him into a human bear, with two phases. With the blessing, Li San is now stronger than the old bear he saw in the mountain stream that day.
Moreover, the human-bear physical body does not require strong internal strength.
Not to mention it is just a Yinshan village, even with thousands of troops and horses, it cannot stop him.
Tushanjun stretched out his finger and pointed at Renxiong's forehead.
With a flash of inspiration, the bearskin quickly hid, and Li San returned to his original appearance.
"You need to return to the city at sunset, otherwise it will be difficult to take off this bear skin."
Li San knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily three times.
"Thank you, Lord Dao, for your help. I will definitely return before sunset."
After saying that, he ran towards the city gate.
Tu Shanjun pinched his fingers and murmured: "On the seventh day of the lunar month, the earth is dark, the upper and lower parts are turbid and clear, and good and evil are clearly distinguished. There is blood and light, so avoid traveling far."
…
It sounds like there is nothing to clean up.
Simply put on your baggage and sit on the recliner to read the Taoist book in your hand.
The sun gradually sets.
"Is Taoist Master at home?"
Tu Shanjun moved his fingers slightly, and the concierge opened the door.
A figure stepped into it.