Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 32 Monster Catching Manual
"Ghosts, that kind of thing is not our business. It would be more practical to find a Mipo."

Uncle Ming took out five sticks of incense from the altar and bowed three times to the portrait of the ancestor.

Yin Xiu also did it once before continuing: "I know that our Maoshan technique is mainly used to fight zombies, and it is not very effective against those spirits."

"Us?" Uncle Ming rolled his eyes at him, "What do you know? We are just there one by one using Maoshan Technique. Besides, when did I say that Maoshan Technique can no longer deal with wandering ghosts?"

"Our ancestor, when he went to the underworld, it was just like returning to his own home. The Eighteen Palaces of Yama, the Bull-Headed Horse-face, who didn't call him brothers and sisters? If there is any trouble in the upper world, we have to ask our ancestor to help solve it."

Seeing that Yin Xiu seemed dubious, Uncle Ming waved his sleeve and took out a wooden block for printing spells from nowhere.

Uncle Ming had shown this thing to him before. It was used to print some talisman paper, which was equivalent to a rubbing.

A large amount of talisman paper is always needed during a ritual meeting or altar formation, and to draw so many complex talismans, Taoist priests often need a whole month to prepare.

After all the effort and effort, the quality could not be guaranteed, so there was a wooden block like this for batch printing. Once it was dipped in cinnabar and covered with yellow paper, hundreds of sheets could be printed in a short time.

Then recite the scriptures several times to these talismans to give them magic power, which is time-saving and efficient.

Uncle Ming took the wooden board with the beasts carved on it and shook it towards Yin Xiu, "Did you see that? This wooden board is made of a whole piece of locust tree that has been struck by lightning. The sun is pure, as long as you go to that ghost's With a slap on the forehead, even if the other person cultivates into a ghost and immortal, he will be wiped out and will never be reincarnated."

"Uncle Ming, do you still have such a cruel thing?"

Yin Xiu clicked her tongue in surprise and stretched out her hand to pick it up, but was slapped on the hand by Uncle Ming.

"I didn't say I was going to use this thing!"

Uncle Ming sighed and continued: "Our Maoshan sect is most taboo about getting involved in those ghosts. The reason why these souls linger in the world is because they either have nostalgia for the world or have unresolved hatred.

It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs, let alone if the person he is dealing with is a ghost?

We listened to the suffering master's words and killed the ghost, thinking that we were doing justice for heaven. But in the end, the ghost was harmed by the suffering master we protected and died miserably. We still protected the evildoer and let him escape. To get retribution, isn't it to act as a savior? "

Uncle Ming's eyes were very complicated, as if he was touched by some past events that he didn't want to mention.

"That's why I told him to go find Mi Po. The two parties should sit down and talk first, and make things clear. It would be best to reconcile. If the ghost turns the table over and talks about anything else, our rash action will only harm the laws of heaven."

Yin Xiu nodded, but then he remembered another problem.

"But Uncle Ming, Quail seems to know nothing about the ghost. He has lived nearby for many years and has never heard of any murders."

There are many factors that affect housing prices on Hong Kong Island, and one type of decline is almost irreversible. That is, as long as a murder has occurred in that house, especially if it is left unsafe, it will be called a "lucky house" by the intermediary.

Not only will the price of this type of house fall sharply, but the information about this house will also be known to everyone. If you inquire, you can learn the details, which makes it difficult to rent or sell it at the original price.

No matter how poor they are, no one would want to live in a house like this. They would rather sleep on a park bench.

"Is the Lost Soul so fierce? And he only stares at him and doesn't harass others? Is it possible that he is that chick..."

"It's a quail." Yin Xiu corrected, "That kid is less courageous than a quail, so he wouldn't do that kind of thing, right?" There are generally two types of dead souls that can be contacted in the human world, namely, earth-bound spirits and wandering spirits.

Earth-bound spirits are generally formed by the huge resentment before death. The soul is very powerful and will be bound to the place of death and can never escape.

The soul entangled with the quail obviously does not belong to the former, but is the wandering spirit that Uncle Ming said.

Wandering souls are the most common kind of ghost. Generally speaking, after a person dies, his soul will be taken away by a bull-headed horse, or he will be guided to report to the underworld.

Only under certain special circumstances, when the Bull-headed Horse-face cannot reach the soul, and it is unwilling to go to the underworld, the soul will become a wandering spirit, wandering around without a fixed abode.

But generally speaking, such souls will not interact with people, let alone encounter situations like the quail.

After thinking for a while and not noticing anything unusual, Uncle Ming said angrily: "What kind of person do you call a quail? You call him a bad person."

Yin Xiu also agreed, "How about I change his name to Phoenix in the future? Maybe with this name, he won't encounter such bad luck."

"Phoenix?" Uncle Ming snorted coldly, "Can that kid be able to carry it?"

That's true. Generally speaking, the louder the nickname is, the more miserable the death will be. For example, the emperor or the prince will be a character who will not survive more than two chapters.

"Uncle Ming, what should we do now?"

Uncle Ming held his eyes open, thought for a while, then turned around and picked up the brush, drew a few spells on the yellow paper and handed it to Yin Xiu.

"Give these two to Quail and ask him to stick them on the door. Make the other one into an amulet and wear it on your chest. Don't let it get wet."

"Since the spirit has no name, Mi Po naturally can't ask it to come up to negotiate. Let's use these three talismans to support it first. We don't have time to care about it during this time."

Yin Xiu happily took the talisman. This was also a good idea. Let the boy sleep peacefully for a few days, and it would also help him feel at ease and not bother him all day long.

Even though Uncle Ming is always cold to others and keeps them away from others, he is really good at it when something happens. He is much better than those who are usually nice and angry and talk about brotherly loyalty.

Seeing Yin Xiu's happy expression, Uncle Ming couldn't help but frowned again, "Bad boy, that chick is looking for you, not me. He obviously changed his job to help him solve the problem. Now he wants me to take action. Do you still have the nerve to smile?"

He took out a yellow-looking notebook from the god's table and added two scriptures.

"Take these books back and read them. Study them thoroughly. From now on, you have to solve the chicken problem by yourself. I won't take action again."

"It's quail!"

Yin Xiu flipped through the notebook and found that it turned out to be some methods of catching monsters recorded by Uncle Ming. There were even some notes written by Uncle Ming's father. This was a manual for catching monsters from the Tianshi family that even the rich could not buy.

Uncle Ming clearly trusted him completely by handing him such a precious thing, which made Yin Xiu very grateful.

"Get out of here as soon as you get the things. I have to sell a stall later, so don't disturb my business."

(End of this chapter)