Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Hu Wei gave a look to Master Sibao. The two continued on their way, stepping out of the woods and walking all the way to the canyon in the middle of the two mountains.

Master Sibao looked at no one before and after, and posted it to Hu Wei’s ear and whispered: "Senior brother, I have always had a question, what is the origin of the white son?"

Hu Wei looked back at him: "What are you asking?"

"Senior brother, you told me that as long as there is it, even if you and I are dead, there is a place for the spirit to go," Master Sibao smiled. "I want to know the details and peace of mind."

Hu Wei sighed and said: "Don't think too much, we three, plus the ghost head, to deal with Ye Shaoyang alone, there is no possibility of failure."

Master Sibao said: "But..."

Hu Wei patted him on the shoulder. "I don't want to say it, I don't dare to say it, don't you explore the details of it, let it know that it can be."

Master Sibao frowned and nodded.

Like to make him feel at ease, Hu Wei said to him with a low voice: "I can only tell you that Cuifu has no account, and the runner is unknown..."

Master Sibao stunned on the spot and vaguely guessed what it was. He thought it was just a powerful evil spirit in the wandering world. He did not expect...

"Let's go, do business with me, move Jinshui." Hu Wei said on the shoulders of Sibao.

The four treasures nodded and walked with him to the parking position.

Ye Shaoyang and his entourage came to Zhuang Yu's home. After entering the door, Ye Shaoyang asked them to put the moon-free road down on the sofa, return to the room, take out the needle box of the "18 God Needle" and come to Wuyuedao. Long side, opened the needle box, took out seven gold needles, and tied them to the seven ghosts on his arm.

Then he took his hand and pierced his thumb with the thickest gold needle. A black blood flowed out like a small water pipe and fell into the trash can prepared beforehand.

Ye Shaoyang lit a bunch of Tianmu Tibetan incense, smoked under the arm of the moonless road, the color of the arm became a little bit lighter, and the edema was better.

After twenty minutes, the black blood no longer flowed out, and the color of the arm returned to normal, but the crack in the skin was still there, and it looked so rough.

"This ghost is really strong enough," Ye Shaoyang shook his head and turned his head to Zhuang Yu. "Help me buy a few things, soy beans, cowpeas, mung beans, millet and rhubarb rice, each weighing two pounds. , beat into powder."

Zhuang Yu was stunned and nodded. "The supermarket seems to have sold it. Let me go and see."

After Zhuang Yujin left, Ye Shaoyang continued to bleed for a long time without a moon, until a drop of blood could not flow out, only to close the needle box. At this time, Zhuang Yu Ning also came back and handed a bag of sacs to Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang asked him to borrow a pot of boiling water, put a few kinds of bean rice powder in a basin and stir it into a paste, then apply it a little on the arm of the moonless road, find a red cloth, wrap it up, hit it. a ringing finger. "Oh, let the five bean powder pull out the residual ghost, rest for three days, you can recover."

Zhuang Cai nodded and said very respectfully: "Ye Tianshi, I thank you for the moon-free!"

"First talk about your business, what is your relationship with Chen Ersan," Ye Shaoyang asked, using a charm to fold into a paper crane, blowing a breath, flying out the window, in addition to Zhuang Cai's stunned, the rest People have seen these spells, knowing that Ye Shaoyang is letting the paper cranes guard the house.

Zhuang Cai sighed and said: "Retribution, all retribution. Chen Ersan, my brother!"

"What!" Zhuang Yu-Ling screamed.

"This is my secret. I never told you." Zhuang Cai patted her on the shoulder. "Don't interrupt, listen to me."

"Chen Ersan, my father's adopted son, when my father was doing business in the coastal area, once came to the mainland to purchase goods, met several robbers, wanted to kill people and goods, just met Chen Ersan, he saved my father, that One year, he is about twenty years old and he is already a mage."

Ye Shaoyang heard this, nodded, and the people who cultivated the Tao, especially Mao Shanzong, whether it was the Southern Zongsong, the beginning of the monastic practice will strictly practice the body, even if it is a foreign disciple like Lao Guo, to deal with ordinary people, a few Not a problem.

"He escorted my father back to the coast. My father learned that he was alone. In order to repay him, he stayed there again. He left. He did something in my father's factory. He was very diligent and smart. My father liked him very much. I recognized him as a dry son. He was a monk. He did not marry his wife. Later he moved to our house. My relationship with him was also very good. I slowly became like a brother. Later my father died. ......"

Speaking of this, he looked at Zhuang Yu-Ling. "In that year, you were only one year old. On my father's will, I divided the family property into three. I was with my sister, Chen Er, one person, but because of At that time, Chen Ersan was guilty of gambling and often lost money.

My father also knows, so the will stated that he should observe him for three years. If he quit gambling, he will give him the one that belongs to him.

But at that time, he might have owed money to gambling. When he asked me for money several times, he suspected that I was deliberately looking for an excuse not to give him a family. Hey, it’s true that people are dead. It’s true that our brothers have a good relationship. As a result, he turned against his enemies. Later, he used evil methods, detained your soul, and asked me to give money..."

Zhuang Yu-Ling heard this and was surprised to cover his mouth with both hands.

"I am afraid that even if he gives money, he will not honor his promise. So he secretly introduced it to a very powerful mage from the field, and then gave him money, and came to Chen Ersan, the mage and him. Fighting, defeating him, searching for your soul from him, using spells, putting them back into your body, but fortunately you have not suffered any harm.

As for Chen Ersan, what was broken by the Master, saying that he could not cast spells in his life, and then drove him away. Since then, I have never seen him, and I don’t know that he turned back to his hometown. ”

Hearing this, Xie Yuqing couldn't help but ask: "No, after Chen Ersan came back, he continued to be a god, if it was abandoned..."

Ye Shaoyang said: "Spell is to use suffocating to cast. Once the spirit is abandoned, you can't cast spells. But the rural gods, dealing with small things like ghosts, can't use spells, as long as they match. Some simple medicines can be done."

After thinking about it, I saw Zhuang Cai’s eyes and said, “Hu Wei is the adopted son of Chen Ersan. What do you mean is that he is trying to avenge Chen Ersan, so he started to rain? But Chen Ersan is self-defeating. Things have long since passed. How can he have such a big hatred for your family?"