How Can My Hyakki Yagyo Be So Cute

"Ahem, when the old man opens the altar, there should be no interruption by other people."

After the police had finished preparing everything, the old Taoist said slowly with his beard.

The police could not help but stare at each other.

"What are you guys doing here? Get out!"

Chief Fat said to the other police immediately.

"Director, this is too much, right?"

Some police officers expressed some embarrassment.

It was a bit awkward to say something like this in the police station, and it would be a bit too much to say that it would hinder normal work.

What's more, there are many files in the police station that need to be kept secret and cannot be opened to outsiders casually. If you let an old man with unknown origin stay in it, you still feel a little worried.

"You know what a fart! I'm all for the good of our police station!" Chief Fatty roared with his fists.

However, it seems that the relationship between superiors and superiors in this police station is not very strict, so the police are still making scattered protests.

"But the work hasn't been finished yet. Many cases have been delayed because of insufficient manpower..."

"Yes, yes, what if someone calls the police? And I will call the police later."

"Boss, you are preaching feudal superstition!"

"I am an atheist who adheres to the core values ​​of socialism."

"Director, I will go out if you live broadcast women's dance in the Pure Land of Bliss at Beep Station."

"Hey, those eyes are too spicy, right?"

"The picture is too beautiful to watch."

"Ah (spraying tea), it's only at this moment that I hate my powerful imagination so much..."

"Then process capital!"

"Yes, yes, processing capital!"

A group of policemen quarreled on the crooked building inexplicably.

"The director ordered that the **** who just spoke will take turns to clean the toilet for a week!"

Director Fat was trembling with anger by these guys, and finally said with a twisted smile.

Amidst the complaints of the police, the old man with white beard smiled faintly: "The old man naturally knows that you young people don't believe me as a cultivator, but it doesn't matter, I only need a while, and you just have to stand. You don’t have to close the door, you can even watch the old man’s actions at the door, so you don’t have to worry that the old man will mess with your things, right?"

"Trouble you, master."

Director Fat was overjoyed and said to the other police officers: "You still don't thank the master for his tolerance, and you didn't care about you bastards!"

His response was naturally a boo.

But Director Fat seems to be used to being cheered by these subordinates, and he is not angry, but looks at Xiao Zhengyi and Xu Shenxing who are aside.

"This, Xiao Xiao..."

He seemed to be thinking about how to get Xiao Zhengyi into action and let him go out together.

The old man glanced at Xu Shenxing's smile, but he felt a guilty conscience for some reason, so he coughed.

"These two little friends also have a fate with Poor Dao. The old man believes that they will not disturb the practice. If you don't rest assured, Director Chu, you can stay."

Because he saw Xu Shenxing and Xiao Zhengyi standing together, they seemed to be a gang, so the old man simply saved them together, and sold Xu Shenxing as a favor, so that he would not talk nonsense.

"Is that so? That's okay, it's okay..."

The fat director rubbed his hands and stood aside very well.

The police officers also walked out one after another, but did not go far, but gathered at the door or window, watching the old Taoist priest, as if they wanted to see what tricks he planned to play.

I saw that the old Taoist first took out an apricot-yellow pattern from his arms and put it on the top of the incense table, embroidered with Tai Chi Bagua and some other symbols that were probably in the Book of Changes.

Then he unfastened a small purple gourd with the big palm from his waist, put it in the center of the incense table, where Zhentu Taiji was located, and unplugged the gourd.

Although other people may not be able to see it, Xu Shenxing saw a breath of fresh air floating in the gourd, rising from the wind, and after a while it became translucent, the lower body looked like a blue smoke, and the upper body was a rickety man. The spirit body.

Xu Shenxing heard the voice of Xiao Zhengyi who was next to him taking a breath.

"You can see it too? Oh, yes, after such a long time of spiritual empowerment, it is not surprising to be able to see..."

"What the **** is that?" Xiao Zhengyi didn't bother to complain about initiation or something, but asked Xu Shenxing in a low voice.

After making up for some time with Qin Xingyan about the supernatural knowledge of the earth (mainly knowledge of Taoism and Shintoism in East Asia), Xu Shenxing also probably guessed the truth of that thing.

"That's a paraphernalia"

There are many strange ways in which ghosts are formed, but in general, they are also a kind of resentful spirits.

The so-called resentful spirit often determines the strength of the spirit body by the depth of the resentment.

Since most of the resentful spirits will remain in this world because they still have some nostalgia for the present world, they are much weaker than the spirit ghosts around Xu Shenxing who were refined by cruel methods and had only unforgettable hatred in their hearts.

If the spirit ghost killing an individual is the same as playing, then most of the resentful spirits can only play a role that makes people feel "ah, suddenly feel a bit cold", which is similar to the air conditioner, and can physically affect reality. The world, for example, can hold up a piece of chalk, and it can already be regarded as a relatively powerful resentful spirit.

After releasing the hostile ghost, the old man muttered something to the incense case.

However, Xu Shenxing listened carefully for a while, and found that he couldn't understand what he was reading...that is to say, the old man was either thinking about it randomly, or was talking about the secret sign he had set with the ghost-the secret sign. This kind of thing is not counted as a language in itself, so Xu Shenxing's "protection of the tens of thousands of people" also doesn't mean anything to it.

Obviously, the parasite ghost raised by this old man belongs to the "more powerful" type.

After he finished chanting the mantra a few times, the ghost ghost started to mess around as if it had been ordered.

So in the eyes of ordinary people, the current police station office looks like haunted... well, that's wrong, because it is indeed haunted now.

Files and everything were thrown randomly by it, and it tried to look like a goddess scattered flowers. Strange characters were also typed on the computer that was still turned on, and some of the white printing papers were inexplicably **** handprints...

Regarding the fact that the **** handprint was not pressed on the document, it is considered that this ghost ghost has some conscience...

The police onlookers all uttered unexplained exclamations, and the fat director who was in it was even more afraid to move because he felt cold and bloodless.

Only Xu Shenxing and Xiao Zhengyi showed a helpless look together.

After doing it for a long time, this old man is actually a liar. Hey...