Bai Gui Ye Xing

"I knew it wouldn't be good for you kid to call me, fuck me," Brother Xiang scolded with a displeased expression on his face.

I quickly laughed and said: "Brother Xiang, don't be like this. Everyone knows that your formation is so powerful. I will find other people, and their broken formation will not be able to trap that ghost. You can only use the formation to trap the ghost." I asked for your help, "

I know Brother Xiang very well. He belongs to the type who wants to save face and suffer. No, after being flattered by me a little bit, he immediately looked beaming, and nodded like a master: "You You are right, you said that as powerful as I am, I can come out to save the world, maintain the peace of the universe or something, my astonishing strength is not useless for a hero, "

This grandson, who still has his eyes on his nose, shouldn't he just catch a ghost and let him directly involve in maintaining the peace of the universe.

I really want to tell Brother Xiang about the identity of the Pavilion Lord of Ciyun Pavilion. At that time, Brother Xiang is probably begging me to take him to catch ghosts. But after thinking about it, I still endured it. After all, you may not be able to meet people when you go. People like masters will naturally meet you when they want to see you. If you don’t want to see you, you can wait at his door for a year. to him.

While walking and chatting, on the way, I invited him out to have a hot pot meal like an uncle, and then went home with him.

Paralyzed, just the two of us, I didn’t eat anything when I went in, only brother Xiang ate more than 500, I went, I don’t know how he can eat.

After returning home, Brother Xiang told me to go out and buy willow leaves.

I was wondering at the time why I bought willow leaves, but Brother Xiang didn’t tell me, he just told me to buy them. If you said you wanted to buy a willow tree, you could find someone to buy it. Where would I go to buy willow leaves?

I had to go to the lake in a nearby park, because the park was surrounded by willow trees. I carried a backpack and pretended to be scattered. After walking a few steps, I pulled a few leaves and stuffed them into the bag. I walked for more than half an hour. I just came back with a big bag full of willow leaves.

I pushed open Brother Xiang's door with my backpack in hand, threw the backpack on his bed, and lay down on the bed. I walked for nearly four, five, and 10 minutes without a break, and I was still quite tired.

"I'm back, are there willow leaves inside?" Brother Xiang was lying on the bed watching TV. When he saw that I was back, he sat up, opened the backpack, nodded in satisfaction, and took out a piece of paper and handed it to me. For me, I looked down, and it seemed to be a spell drawn on this piece of paper, but it was different from ordinary spells.

Ordinary talismans are divided into five lines. When you start to draw a talisman, you will first write a symbol similar to the radical of a Chinese character, and then draw the latter, but this talisman has no radicals, and it looks like a mess, like a ghostly drawn talisman.

"What kind of talisman is this?" I asked in a strange way.

"This is not a talisman, this is, uh, how can I introduce it to you, something that must be used in a formation, anyway, don't worry about it, you go get a brush, and use cinnabar to draw this symbol on every leaf," Xiang said. Brother pointed to the bag of leaves and said.

Without further ado, I kicked over and cursed: "Paralysis, you're messing with me, labor and management are pretending to be grandsons, and you're treating me to dinner, so let it be fine if you don't do anything in the end, and you're even fooling me, the willow leaves are so thin, Can you draw?"

"Anyway, it's just like what you said. I've already eaten. I've told you what to do. If you don't believe me, what can I do?" Brother Xiang patted my shoulder cheaply and said "When did I ever lie to you? Drawing symbols on willow leaves was indeed used in some formations in ancient times, but it is rarely used in modern times,"

"I took out a willow leaf, damn it, it feels about the width of my index finger, what a fool,"

I picked up a bag of willow leaves and took them to the living room, and painted slowly. Not to mention, the painting is really good, but it takes four to five minutes to paint a leaf. I took a look at the big bag of leaves , I feel my world is dark.

I drew for an hour, but I couldn't draw much. Suddenly, I had a flash of inspiration and thought of a great trick.

I took out my mobile phone and called Xu Dian: "Hey, Xu Dian, are you busy investigating the case? No, no, you don't want to beat someone up. I want to borrow a few people from you to help. What, two, then What, can you bring all the people from your brigade here?"

Soon Xu Dian really rushed into my house with fifteen or sixteen policemen. A large group of people came in, and the room was suddenly crowded. I didn't talk nonsense, just asked them for help. , and then quickly asked people to run down to buy brushes and the like, and then a dozen old men started to work.

I have been busy working until ten o'clock in the evening, and then it is almost done. Originally, a dozen people would not take such a long time, but there are a lot of people here to help, so I can't even invite people to eat, right? Six o'clock After the work was over, a dozen or so old men went out to drink, and they didn't leave until ten o'clock.

I haven't dared to drink too much. It's better for people in our industry to touch alcohol less often, but Brother Xiang is obviously not as restrained as I am. No one can persuade me when drinking. A dozen people, At the beginning, he walked around with the wine glass in his hand, and then kept drinking.

He is happy, I am uncomfortable.

"Xiaojuan, Xiaojuan, I like you," Brother Xiang was already very drunk, still restless on my back, rubbing his hands against my chest.

"Your uncle Juan." Although I used to get drunk when I was in college, I haven't been like this a few times since I left the society. It's too uncomfortable to take care of this kind of guy. Not only does he smell like alcohol, but he's also drunk. Now let brother Xiang go to the street to do a striptease, he probably just pulls his pants and goes on it.

Throw Brother Xiang back into the bedroom and let him sleep by himself. Go out and look at the messy living room. Well, there's soot all over the floor.

Suddenly I found that being a woman is actually quite a headache. Although it is said that I play at home every day and clean up, but let us who are usually very old-fashioned guys clean the house, and suddenly feel at a loss.

Strange, what am I thinking about, actually thinking so much, I just feel that it is much better to have a woman in the house, such as cleaning and warming the bed, ahem.

Forget it, stop thinking about it, I went to the kitchen to find a broom and cleaned it up, a living room, I spent a full two hours cleaning it up for him, shit, cleaning is really not a human job, If you wipe this side, the other side will be dirty immediately, and after you wipe it, it will be dirty everywhere.

I looked at the time, it was already twelve o'clock, and I finally finished my busy work.

Looking at the bag of willow leaves, I sighed, it's useless to think about it now, I'll ask Brother Xiang tomorrow.

When I went back to my room, I felt like I couldn’t fall asleep, not because I wasn’t sleepy, but because I was inexplicably irritable, and I didn’t know why. It was strange, as if something bad happened to someone close to me. With a hunch, I frowned, turned on the light quickly, took out my mobile phone and called my mother.

I made several phone calls in succession, first I called my mother, and my mother said she was fine, so I was relieved, and then I called Li Shanshan and Han Sifan, both of whom were involved in refining Yasha Emperor In terms of materials, the two of them should be the most dangerous.

But Li Shanshan told me that she was very good there and there was no problem. The chick asked me when she would stop helping my relatives, and Han Sifan didn't have any problems. Instead, Sister Fan who knew me asked something happened to me.

I told Sister Fan about this feeling in my heart, and Sister Fan said that my feeling now is the same as when Brother Abao was taken away by the White Lotus Sect.

When I heard Sister Fan say this, I became even more anxious. I quickly hung up the phone and continued to make calls. There are only a few familiar people around me. Brother Xiang is sleeping next door, and Si Fan and Li Shanshan are also there. Look, Uncle Hu is in the Potala Palace, and there are troops everywhere in Lhasa. It is estimated that everyone from the White Lotus Sect went to the Potala Palace to attack Uncle Hu, but they never returned, so Uncle Hu need not worry.

I quickly called Uncle Fang and Uncle Cong again. Uncle Fang was drinking in a bar with a group of policemen. He even comforted me, saying that maybe I was thinking too much, but I called Uncle Cong, and Uncle Cong was fine. , He is sleeping at home, but Uncle Cong is not the same as Uncle Fang. Instead, he told me that I am the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha, and my premonitions are many times higher than ordinary people. If I have such premonitions, then It's just that someone close to me must have had an accident, so let me pay more attention.

In an instant, I thought of my master. I never called my master before, and I didn’t even think that my master would have an accident. It’s because of my master’s ability. There were still not many, but there were only a few people I knew well, so I immediately took the phone and dialed the number of the master.

"The phone you dialed is off, please try again later,"

"Well," I frowned; I immediately called Mrs. Qiuxiang.

"The phone you dialed is off, please try again later,"

My master never turned off the phone before, and so did my teacher's wife. What happened to the two of them, I suddenly became anxious. Although my master is usually foolish, he never said anything to me, and my teacher's wife didn't even mention it. Treat me like my own son.

I quickly picked up the phone and wanted to call Uncle Cong, but just as I picked up the phone, the phone rang, and it was Uncle Cong calling.

"Huizi, did something happen to idiot Jiu?" Uncle Cong asked anxiously, his voice still trembling.

"I don't know yet, Uncle Cong, don't worry, we'll call him later, maybe the phone is out of battery," I comforted.

[ps: Today is still [-] words, recently it is a transitional plot, the text is serious, please forgive me,]