I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 270
Because of fighting skills, the small courtyard has already become ruins.

There are only a few foundations left on the courtyard walls on both sides.

Fortunately, Juefa used Buddhist beads to isolate the fluctuations, otherwise the whole village would suffer accordingly.

The monks who established the foundation have been able to open mountains and crack rocks, cut rivers and rivers, and the coercion of mana pouring out stretches for several miles.Ordinary qi cultivators dare not approach them for fear of being affected, let alone ordinary people.

Today is undoubtedly a fine day.

The sky is high and the air is clear, and the moon and stars are rare.

It's just that the scenery on the collapsed ruins is really strange.

With the extraction by the Taoist, the copper and gold powder on the two zombies gradually faded, and the corpses turned into the appearance of the first death, and then the flesh and blood rotted, and the bones were like weathered sand and stones, which shattered to the ground with a light touch.

The scarlet evil spirit wrapped around the Taoist's palm, turned into silk thread to mend the ghost, and then disappeared.

Aged around 50 to [-] years old, the ghost in a mended gown still had a stiff smile on his face.

"Amitabha."

Juefa broke the silence in front of him, and asked, "The benefactor..."

"Xiaosheng Xun Cheng, due to special reasons, can't get out of the ancestral hall for a radius of three feet, so he can only ask the juniors in the village to tell the Taoist priest and the master about the situation."

"I hope the Taoist priest will forgive me a lot for the rustic wine in the country."

Xun Cheng hurriedly said.

At the same time, he held out the wine jar with both hands, for fear that if he was too slow, he would become the dead soul of the red-haired Taoist.

What happened just now was no hallucination.

A fierce ghost formed by kneading evil spirits and ghosts is like a ball of fresh air in the Taoist's hands. How can his small arms and legs twist the opponent?

The red-haired Taoist didn't care. When he entered the small village, he saw the ghost in the ancestral hall.

This kind of ghost who is bound by a special place and cannot leave is called the earth-bound spirit in Japan.

In the practice world, many ghosts are divided in more detail, and they are generally called Lusha or Jusha.

After having a separate consciousness and magic power, and having his own name, he became a kind of ghost in the monks' mouth.

Tu Shanjun looked him up and down, this ghost should be quite old, and his cultivation level is not bad.

Although the long gown has many patches and is very worn out, it is unexpectedly decent on him, as if the person in front of him should be wearing a long gown.

"Already ready?"

While speaking, Mr. Tu Shan took the wine jar over.

"Where is it, the younger generation in the family heard about the two, saying that there are two monks who are good at fighting for righteousness, and Xiaosheng really has nothing to do." Xun Cheng mentioned that his heart was more at ease, no matter what the method is, as long as he can Talking is good.

From this point of view, the rumors still have some credibility.

Just didn't make it clear.

It's really hard to say too clearly, is it possible to spread the evil magic techniques used by Taoists everywhere after being benevolent, so that not only will revenge for kindness, but also make it difficult for oneself.

Therefore, those seemingly sinister spells were automatically ignored, and the answers to the answers were filled in their hearts early on, and they were beautified to set off the extraordinary.

"This altar is the champion red that my father buried when he was a young scholar."

"Well, I'm ashamed to say that the number of niche students was replaced by an impostor. I couldn't think about it for a while, and the beam was hanging in the ancestral hall."

"I tied the neck with a hanging rope, and I couldn't get rid of it."

"I don't know how long it has been since I was in a daze, eating the incense candles from the ancestral hall, and gradually waking up." Xun Cheng sighed.

Juefa expressed deep sympathy, and he did not persuade the other party to let go. If he could let go, he would let go at that time.

"Amitabha. After the death of the donor, he was full of resentment, but he didn't turn into a fierce ghost, but became a blessing because of the evil spirit. It is really rare."

Tu Shanjun did not respond, the world is full of aura, there will always be some reserved consciousness, and in the end, by accident, he will step into a different kind of practice.

This kind of thing is not uncommon, and even many wild beasts have become spirit monsters because of their unconscious aura.

Slapping open the wine jar, there was only half of the jar left, and it was amber-colored wine jelly.

After shaking it a few times, the wine froze and turned into wine. Tu Shanjun said "good thing" and put it into his sleeve robe, then looked at Xun Cheng.

The red-haired Taoist looked solemn, and said lightly: "What do you want?"

In fact, both Tu Shanjun and Juefa probably knew what Xun Cheng meant, but if they knew it, they had to ask, so as not to make mistakes.

If he had his own thoughts, wouldn't it cause things to be misunderstood.

"As the Taoist priest said, the Feng Shui of the village has been broken."

"No matter how long it takes, Xiaosheng will not be able to protect them. The only way to find a treasure is to bury it again. Xiaosheng would like to ask if there is a substitute for the treasure."

Xun Cheng's request is not too much, and the utensils used to make town objects are not even considered magic utensils.

What is really precious is the phase property after Fengshui becomes a part of it, and the power of incense and fire attached to it, making the town object an alternative natural magic weapon.

If it is re-buried, it may not have any effect at the beginning, but after a long time and further assimilation, it will be able to recover again.

If you are eager for quick success, then 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 very 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 start to solve it.

Juefa has compassion in his heart, and since he encounters it, he will not let it go.

Tu Shanjun is also more interested in the monster that took away the underground treasure.

The power of the incense fire is a great tonic, not only can repair the small seal in the sea of ​​consciousness, but also refine the incense fire evil spirit to enhance the soul banner.

The monsters who control the state capital will dig things around the town, which must be used to hold incense, which means that there should also be a fragment of a magic weapon there.

"Is it difficult?" Xun Cheng asked nervously.

The red-haired Taoist regained his senses from his thoughts: "It's not difficult."

Then he looked at Juefa aside and said, "What do you think of Juefa?"

"Amitabha."

"Senior, don't worry, little monk."

Tu Shanjun couldn't help laughing.

It's clear that Juefa doesn't know how to form amulets, so I said that.

Serious monks will at least have a skill in immortality, even if the monks who established the foundation can drink spiritual energy and bigu, they just don't eat or drink.

Magical artifacts, talismans, cultivation base improvement, skills and spells... all use spirit stones.

Not all monks are interested in combat methods.

Exploring the ruins, searching for the caves of the ancestors, and even wearing the head on the waistband, if the fellow Taoists get malicious, it will inevitably be another fight.

Murderers are always killed.

Win once or twice, get lucky ten times and a hundred times, there will always be a day when you fail, and you will die once you miss.

Cultivation of Immortal Arts is different, proficiency can maintain food and clothing, if you become a master, you no longer have to worry about cultivation resources.

Tu Shanjun thought for a while, then looked at Xun Cheng, and said: "I don't want to take your things for nothing. How about this? I have a method that can not only change Feng Shui, but also help you improve your cultivation. Maybe a hundred years later, you can still enter Taoism and build a foundation." .”

Xun Cheng was stunned.

There is such a good thing?
He cupped his hands and said, "Please tell me, Taoist priest, Xiaosheng will listen carefully."

"This seat has a sorcery called 'Putting Pile'."

"Use living creatures as the eyes of the formation, embed their fleshy bodies in it, and catalyze Jusha with Fengshui evil energy."

"After my small improvement, this technique can be used by evil spirits."

"The feng shui around the village happens to be able to continuously attract evil spirits, pouring evil spirits into the body of the ghost, and supplemented by the secret technique of 'nourishing evil spirits', it can slowly increase the strength of the ghost."

"I'll set up another magic circle to lock Jusha's consciousness, and I'm done."

Use the big evil to suppress the small evil, 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 hadn't closed since he opened it, and his face was full of shock.

It's really a sorcery.

No, it's the combination of the three sorcerers. In the end, the ghost king is cast with the method of rampant soldiers and ghost generals, combined with nourishing evil spirits and array eyes.

"Amitabha."

Even Juefa has to admire Tu Shanjun's fantastic ideas.

When he saw Li San last time, he discovered the subtlety of the technique involved.

It's not a difficult thing, but a simple technique is used to carry out an exquisite design, and then exert a more powerful power.

Different from general flawed sorcery, the combination of spells constructed by Mr. Tu Shan has very minimal sequelae and side effects.

"The other is a very common way to lock the town with a formation and restore it to its original state."

"How to choose depends on you."

Standing on the ruins, Tu Shanjun opened the spirit official's eyes to observe the interweaving of the surrounding mountains, rivers, and land veins, and calculated how to deal with the formation to be perfect.

No matter which method is used, it must be kneaded with the formation method. If it is handled well, it will be no problem to keep the peace for a while.

"Master!"

Xun Cheng's originally stooped back was slightly straightened, and his eyes flickered and gradually became firm: "I've made up my mind."

"I choose the first one."

Juefa shook his head secretly, he had already expected such a result, but he couldn't persuade him, this was Xun Cheng's own choice.

Before ghosts do evil, there is no reason to take action to save people. They can't send people to reincarnation because of trumped-up charges.

Tu Shanjun nodded and said, "Not bad."

……

Prepare flesh and blood spirit ink, carving knife and talisman pen.

Take out the small objects of the five elements.

Tu Shanjun threw the object casually, and five rays of light of various colors flew towards five directions, piercing into the selected nodes.

On the other side, Xun Cheng sat cross-legged on the altar built on the ruins with his upper body bare.

With a carving knife in his hand, Tu Shanjun carved the pattern of the formation on Xun Cheng's back, and then used a talisman to describe the formation.

His hands were steady, without any hesitation.

It seems to be an understatement, but in fact, the rune of the Dragon Snake Magic Circle was written in one go, without any mistakes, omissions and stagnation.

"Get up!"

Indifferent to the sound, I saw the beam of light lighting up the base of the array.

The five-party objects immediately blended with the surrounding environment, Fengshui and the formation were combined, and the evil spirits that shrouded the village and hovered around were all drawn into the underground formation by the mist threads.

"Array."

"disease."

The printing method awakened the small array on Xun Cheng's back, and three layers of array lines were separated in five directions on his back, like three rotating light wheels on his back.

It's just that unlike the large magic circle, the small circle is reversed.

The evil spirits from the five gates came into the urn, turning things upside down.

Mr. Tu Shan engraved the magic formula on the original three-layer light wheel.

The black air emerged, and instantly made Xun Cheng's withered body very strong.

The clarity in his eyes was fading, and his violent eyes glanced around.

The body no longer sat still, but struggled to get up.

Tu Shanjun slapped Xun Cheng's shoulder with his backhand in an unhurried manner, cut his forehead with a carving knife, and a miniature formation appeared.

"Keep guarding the altar."

The miniature magic circle quickly took root, and the black air clinging to his face had to recede.

Xun Cheng's eyes became clear again.

"Three skills in one."

"Born evil!"

Fog rises, shadows fall.

　I slept late last night, lacking in energy.

　　Another update tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)