Chapter 270 Evil
Because of the fighting, the small courtyard has long been in ruins.
Only a bit of foundation remains on both sides of the courtyard walls.
Fortunately, Juefa used Buddhist beads to isolate the fluctuations, otherwise the whole village would suffer.
The foundation-building monks can already crack mountains and rocks, cut off rivers, and the pressure of their magic power extends for miles around. Generally, Qi-training monks would not dare to approach for fear of being affected, let alone ordinary mortals.
There is undoubtedly a good weather today.
The sky is clear and the moon and stars are sparse.
It's just that the scenery on the collapsed ruins is really strange.
As the Taoist extracted it, the copper and gold powder on the two zombies gradually faded away, and the corpses changed into the appearance of their initial death. Then the flesh and blood rotted, and the bones were like weathered sand and gravel, shattering to pieces with a light touch.
The scarlet evil spirit wrapped around the Taoist's palm, turned into threads to mend the ghost, and then disappeared.
The ghost, who was about forty or fifty years old and wearing a mended gown, still had a stiff smile on his face.
"Amitabha."
Juefa broke the silence before him and asked, "Donor..."
"Xuncheng, a young student, cannot go beyond the three feet radius of the ancestral hall due to special reasons. He can only ask the juniors in the village to tell the Taoist priest and master about the situation."
"I hope the Taoist priest will bear with me for rural turbid wine."
Xun Cheng said quickly.
At the same time, he held out the wine jar with both hands, fearing that if he was too late, he would become the ghost of the red-haired Taoist.
What just happened was no hallucination.
The evil ghost formed by kneading evil spirits and ghosts is like a ball of pure air in the hands of the Taoist. How can his little arms and legs be able to twist the opponent?
The red-haired Taoist didn't pay much attention. When he entered the small village, he saw the ghost in the ancestral hall.
This kind of ghost that is bound to a special place and cannot leave is called the earth-bound spirit in Japan and Japan.
The spiritual world has a relatively detailed classification of many ghosts, which are generally called road evil spirits or home evil spirits.
In the future, after having separate consciousness and magic power, he will have his own name, and he will become a kind of ghost in the monks' mouth.
Tu Shanjun looked up and down and realized that this ghost must be quite old and has good cultivation.
Although the gown was heavily patched and shabby, it looked surprisingly decent on him, as if the man in front of him was meant to wear a gown.
"Already prepared?"
While talking, Tu Shanjun took the wine jar over.
"No, no, the younger members of the family heard about two monks who were good at doing chivalry and justice, and there was really nothing I could do about it." It's good to talk.
From this point of view, the rumors are still somewhat credible.
Just didn't explain the situation clearly.
It's really hard to explain too clearly. After receiving a favor, you still need to spread the evil magic techniques used by Taoists everywhere. This will not only repay the kindness with enmity, but also make you feel uncomfortable.
Therefore, those seemingly evil spells were automatically ignored, and I had already found the answers to deal with them in my mind, and then beautified them to make them extraordinary.
"This altar is the number one scholar that my father planted when he was a scholar in his childhood."
"Alas, I feel ashamed to say that my place as a junior student was taken by someone under my name. I couldn't think of it for a moment, so I was hanged in the ancestral hall."
"Tie a hanging rope around your neck, and there will be no relief from suffering."
"I don't know how long it took, but I gradually woke up after eating the incense and white wax from the ancestral hall." Xun Cheng sighed.
Juefa expressed deep sympathy, and he did not persuade the other party to let it go. If he could let it go, he would have let it go at that time.
"Amitabha. After the death of the benefactor, the resentment was soaring. However, he did not turn into a fierce ghost. Instead, he became a blessing because of the evil spirit. It is really rare."
Tu Shanjun did not respond. There is enough spiritual energy in the world, and there will always be some reservations. In the end, by mistake, he stepped into the alien practice.
This kind of thing is not uncommon, even many beasts just live a long time and become spirits because of unconsciously swallowing spiritual energy.
When he opened the wine jar, there was only half a jar left inside, and it was filled with amber-colored wine jelly.
After shaking it for a few times, the wine jelly turned into wine. Tu Shanjun said "good stuff" and put it into his sleeve, and then looked at Xun Cheng.
The red-haired Taoist looked solemn and said calmly: "What do you want to ask for?"
In fact, both Tu Shanjun and Juefa probably knew what Xun Cheng meant, but they just knew, so they still had to ask to avoid making mistakes.
If he had his own thoughts, wouldn't it cause misunderstandings?
"As the Taoist priest said, the village's feng shui has been broken."
"No matter how long it takes, Xiaosheng won't be able to protect them. The only way is to find a ballast and bury it again. Xiaosheng wants to ask if there is any equipment that can replace the ballast."
Xun Cheng's request was not excessive. The tools used to make weapons were not even considered magic weapons.
What is really precious is the compatibility of Feng Shui after it becomes a part of it, and the power of incense and incense attached to it, which turns the town object into an alternative natural magic weapon.
If you bury it again, it may not have any effect at first, but as time goes by and it is further assimilated, it will be able to recover again.
If you are eager for quick success, you can directly use the formation method to knead the town objects and Feng Shui to artificially create a harmonious Feng Shui situation.
These low-impact feng shui are mysterious to ordinary people, but in fact, ordinary talisman monks can change them.
Even if Xun Cheng didn't talk about it, the monk would still start to solve it.
Juefa is compassionate and will not let it go once he encounters it.
As for the monster that took away the underground treasure, Tushanjun was also more interested.
The power of incense and fire is a great tonic. It can not only repair the small seal in the sea of consciousness, but also refine the incense evil spirit to enhance the soul flag.
The monsters who control the state capital will dig up treasures everywhere, which must be used to hold incense. This means that there should also be a fragment of a Shinto magic weapon there.
"Is it difficult to handle?" Xun Cheng asked nervously.
The red-haired Taoist came back from his thoughts: "It's not difficult to do."
Then he looked at Juefa aside and said, "What do you think of Juefa?"
"Amitabha."
"Senior takes action, little monk, don't worry."
Tu Shanjun laughed dumbly.
It's obvious that Jue Fa doesn't know how to form talismans, so he said this.
Serious monks know at least one immortal art. Even foundation-building monks can drink spiritual energy to prevent grains, but they only do it without eating or drinking.
Magical weapons, talismans, cultivation improvement, martial arts formulas...all use spiritual stones.
Not all monks are interested in combat methods.
Exploring the ruins, searching for the caves of previous people, and even having his head pinned to the waistband of his pants, if any of his fellow Taoists became malicious, another fight would inevitably break out.
Those who kill will always be killed.
You win once or twice, you get lucky ten times or a hundred times, but there will always be a day when you fail, and you die once if you fail.
The art of cultivating immortals is different. If you are proficient in it, you can maintain food and clothing. If you become a master, you no longer have to worry about resources for cultivation.
Tu Shanjun thought for a moment, then looked at Xun Cheng, and said: "I don't want to take your things in vain. Let's do this. I have a method that can not only change the feng shui, but also help you improve your cultivation. Maybe a hundred years later, you can hope to enter Taoism and build a foundation." .”
Xun Cheng was stunned.
Is there such a good thing?
He bowed his hands and said, "Master Taoist, please speak, I am all ears."
"I have a magic technique called 'Stake Driving'."
"Use living creatures as the formation eyes, embed their physical bodies into them, and use Feng Shui evil energy to catalyze the evil spirits."
"After my slight improvement, this technique can be used by evil spirits."
"The Feng Shui around the village can attract evil spirits continuously, pouring evil energy into the body of the evil spirits, and then using the secret technique of 'raising evil spirits', the strength of the evil spirits can be gradually improved."
"I'll set up another magic circle to lock Jusha's consciousness, and we're done."
Use big evils to suppress small evils, improve feng shui, and at the same time raise a powerful ghost.
Listening to the red-haired Taoist's description, Xun Cheng's eyes widened, his mouth had not been closed since he opened it, and his face was full of shock.
It's really a black magic.
No, it is the combination of three evil arts. Finally, the method of shaping rampant soldiers and ghost generals is used together with cultivating evil spirits and creating stakes in the formation to create the ghost king.
"Amitabha."
Even Juefa couldn't help but admire Tushanjun's whimsical ideas.
The last time he saw Li San, he discovered that the magic involved subtleties.
It's not that it's something difficult, but that it uses simple techniques to create sophisticated designs, and then exerts more powerful power.
Different from ordinary flawed magic, the combination of spells constructed by Tushanjun has very minor sequelae and side effects.
"The other is to use a very common formation to lock the object and restore it to its original state."
"How to choose to watch you."
Tu Shanjun stood on the ruins, opened his spiritual eyes, observed the surrounding mountains, rivers, and earth veins, and figured out how to make the formation perfect.
No matter which method you use, you must use the formation to knead it. If you handle it well, there will be no problem in ensuring peace for a while.
"Taoist Priest!"
Xun Cheng's originally stooped back was slightly straightened, but his eyes flickered and then became firm: "I've thought about it."
"I choose the first option."
Juefa shook his head secretly. He had already expected such a result, but he had no way to persuade him. This was Xun Cheng's own choice.
Before ghosts commit evil, they have no reason to take action. You cannot send people to reincarnation just because of unfounded charges.
Tu Shanjun nodded and said, "Not bad."
…
Prepare bone, blood, spiritual ink, carving knife, talisman and pen.
Take out small objects with five elements attributes.
Tu Shanjun threw the object casually, and five rays of various colors flew in five directions and penetrated into the selected node.
On the other side, Xun Cheng, naked to the waist, sat cross-legged on an altar built on the ruins.
Tu Shanjun held a carving knife and carved the pattern of the formation on Xun Cheng's back, and then used a talisman pen to draw the formation.
His hand was steady, without any hesitation.
It may seem like an understatement, but in fact, the dragon and snake formation runes are written in one go, without any mistakes or stagnation.
"Get into formation!"
There was no sound, only the beam of light lit up the base of the formation.
The objects in the five directions immediately blended into the surrounding environment, and the feng shui and the formation were consistent. The evil spirits hanging over the village and the evil spirits lingering around were all incorporated into the mist threads and swept into the underground formation.
"Array."
"disease."
The seal method awakened the small array on Xun Cheng's back, and three layers of array patterns were separated from five directions on his back, just like carrying three rotating wheels of light.
It's just that unlike the large array, the small array is reversed.
The evil spirits from the five gates enter the jar, causing confusion and confusion.
Tushanjun carved the evil cultivating formula on the original three-layer light wheel.
Black energy emerged, instantly blowing Xun Cheng's originally shriveled body into a strong one.
The clarity in his eyes was fading, and he glanced violently.
The body no longer sat still, but struggled to get up.
Tu Shanjun calmly slapped Xun Cheng on the shoulder with his backhand, cut his forehead open with a carving knife, and a miniature formation appeared.
"Be careful of the mourning platform."
The miniature magic circle quickly took root, and the black energy clinging to his face had to recede.
Xun Cheng's eyes became clear again.
"Three techniques in one."
"Be evil!"
The fog rises and the shadows arrive.
I slept late last night and was not energetic enough.
Will update again tomorrow.