Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 100 Ghost Soldier and Ghost General
The rain fell from the ceiling like a curtain, making Yin Xiu unable to open her eyes.

The newly drawn magic formula was washed away by the pouring rain before it was imbued with magic power, and fell back to the ground, mixing with water droplets.

At this time, Yin Xiucai felt the vastness of Bai Mudan's private bath. For a moment, he felt like he was in the ocean.

Together with her, we rise and fall in the storm.

In fact, they were no different from falling into a deep pool. The water in the pool was so full that Lao Gao tightly wrapped one person and one fox in it.

Yin Xiu reluctantly poked her head out several times before taking a breath of fresh air.

But Bai Mudan, who had no such trouble at all, always interrupted him when he was about to lose his breath, making Yin Xiu's chest extremely tight.

The white peony seemed to have grown a pair of gills in the water, and the wounds on its body were slowly recovering under the moisture of the deep water.

"Uncle Ming, glutinous rice, the glutinous rice is wet!"

Liu Banxian pointed at the table, sweating like rain, and it was hard to tell whether the rice grains on the table were soaked with his sweat.

"I know!"

Uncle Ming looked at the delicate little compass placed aside. The hands embedded with emeralds were rotating rapidly like a fan.

"Heaven and earth are turned upside down, Xuanhuang is overthrown, what a vicious trick."

As he spoke, he looked at Liu Banxian again, "Have you ever seen such a situation in the Feng Shui book?"

Liu Banxian was stunned for a moment. After seeing Uncle Ming's still calm eyes, he seemed to be inspired.

Although he has a pair of discerning eyes.

But before that, apart from telling people's fortunes and reading Feng Shui, I had never encountered a single ghost, let alone monsters. How could I have experienced such a mysterious and mystical scene and fight with others?

Even giving him two lives is not enough to get in!

But now that Uncle Ming is here, I finally have someone to rely on. Plus, as a descendant of Wolong layman, how can I easily admit defeat in Feng Shui?

"Who is not a Feng Shui master anymore?"

Liu Banxian took a sip of tea and puffed out a stream of white air boldly, as if he had drank half a bottle of Shaodaozi in one go.

Then he said: "The inversion of heaven and earth is actually the inversion of the five elements. As long as the five elements can be reorganized, the opponent's spell will be considered broken."

Uncle Ming nodded happily and patted his shoulder, "That's right, Old Liu, we are all upright, what are we afraid of those evil spirits?"

Then he asked: "What do you think our chances of winning are?"

Liu Banxian pondered: "If we fight alone, it may only be [-]%, but if the two of us join forces, it will be [-]%!"

"Okay!" Uncle Ming stood up.

"Uncle Ming, what are you doing?" Liu Banxian asked doubtfully.

"Let's fight! If you can't use it here, come to my house!"

Uncle Ming waved his hand, and the whole piece of yellow cloth wrapped all the glutinous rice together, and then he took Liu Banxian and ran home.

Tiekou Li was sweating profusely, squatting on the ground with a crooked-necked willow tree close to his back.

He held the cigarette in one hand, and freed his other hand to touch the rough tree trunk.

This willow tree had taken root here before he was blind, and it was as tall and strong as it is now, with its neck crooked.

Over the years, there have been many traces on this tree.

There are bugs chewing on it, some people burn it with cigarette butts, some people carve names on it, and there are also short mules, which martial artists use to test their fists and kicks and practice sword skills.

"The old tree can still bloom in spring, but man is in vain as the leader of all things. How come his body and destiny are so fragile?"

He shook his head and used his ears to tell that the water on the ground was still rolling. After rising, he couldn't help but feel relaxed.

Suddenly, there was a sound of glass breaking.

Tiekou Li opened his white eyes beyond his sunglasses and leaned his ears against the edge of the glass cover.The sound of cracking every inch continued, spreading from the bottom of the cover to the top, and then gathered at the round top.

Tiekou Li was stunned and frightened by the sound.

"Take that compass down!"

After Uncle Ming finished speaking, he ran to the altar in a few steps, took out five sticks of incense, and bowed respectfully to the portrait three times.

"Grandpa bless you!"

Under Uncle Ming's guidance, Liu Banxian also saw the compass hanging on the wall.

It looked like it was made of wood, had several layers, and was as big as a countertop.

Liu Banxian spent a lot of effort to take off the compass and put it on the table.

At this time, he saw that several pots and jars of different sizes had been placed on the god's table, each with a piece of talisman paper affixed with writing on it.

"Is this a ghost soldier or a ghost general?"

"That's right." Uncle Ming nodded.

"They are all ownerless ghosts. I took them here to support them and turned them into ghost soldiers and ghost generals. However, they are not very practical yet. If I were not here, I am afraid these guys would come out and cause trouble."

Liu Banxian nodded, not too curious. It was not surprising that there were these things in Maoshan Technique.

After clearing his throat with a sip of tea, Uncle Ming picked up a knife tied with talisman paper and roasted it on the candlelight. Then he asked Liu Banxian: "Are you ready?"

"Come on! Let that evil cultivator see how powerful we are!"

Liu Banxian rolled up his sleeves and looked ready to fight.

Uncle Ming was a little surprised when he saw this, "I haven't said anything yet, how do you know what I want to do?"

"what?"

"Ah! Tsk!"

Uncle Ming grabbed Liu Banxian's hand, and with a slight stroke of the dagger, blood flowed from Liu Banxian's wrist and fell on the compass drop by drop.

Driven by Liu Banxian's blood, the compass slowly started to rotate, and the middle scale turned to the five positions of "gold, wood, water, fire, and earth" in sequence.

"Uncle Ming, what are you doing!"

Uncle Ming had no time to talk to him at this time. He threw a handful of glutinous rice behind the candle and muttered something.

He grabbed the mahogany sword, picked up a piece of talisman paper, and touched it on the jar one by one.

"Ding Chou extends my life, Ding Hai restrains my soul. Ding You restrains my soul, Ding Wei relieves me of disaster..."

[Is it the Six Ding Liujia Divine Curse? 】

Liu Banxian was startled, but he saw the pots and jars on the table trembling one after another, and the cries of men, women, and children seemed to be lingering in his ears.

Then, he saw strands of black energy appearing around him, vaguely like standing people.

Uncle Ming picked up a handful of treasure notes from the table and threw them into the air.

The banknotes with the portrait of Queen Ingelia printed on the front and the Jade Emperor on the back fluttered towards the location of the shadows.

boom!
The treasure note spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into ashes in the air. In an instant, it was like a rain of fire fell around the two of them.

Seeing that the treasure banknotes were not rejected, Uncle Ming's brows relaxed a little and he held his hands in all directions.

"Dear relatives, friends, enemies and creditors, please help me this time. After this is done, I, Mao Xiaoming, will burn more houses and cars for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Banxian felt that the room suddenly became warmer, and the biting feeling disappeared along with the shadows.

(End of this chapter)