Onmyo Ghost Hunter

"Quickly enter the Soul Cultivation Cauldron!"

The cousin threw away the apple in his hand, and ran over with a horrified expression, but by this time, it seemed a bit late.

And I also saw a scene that made me unimaginable. The red light became more and more intense, and the person in the portrait seemed to come to life. Zhong Kui suddenly jumped off the drawing paper, and the sword in his hand went straight to the little devil's head. Cut off the head.

"Oops, Ghost Slashing Sword!"

The cousin rushed directly to the altar, and the little ghost also realized that he had just come out of the soul-cultivating cauldron, and saw his patriarch slashing at him with a ghost-slaying sword in his hand, he seemed a little frightened.

But he immediately knelt down, folded his hands together, and began to mutter words, and looked very devout.

At this time, a layer of red light also appeared on the body of the little ghost head. The reason for using the same is because this strange red light is exactly the same as the red light covering Zhong Kui's body, and even the breath is almost the same, but a very strong , one is very weak, compared to the weaker one, it is naturally the red light on the little ghost's head, this layer of red light turns into a protective cover to cover his thin body, the red light is somewhat transparent, I am very worried that I will be killed by this ghost sword A sword slashed open, but the Ghost Slashing Sword actually bounced away when it slashed on it.

The little ghost opened his eyes and stared at Zhong Kui.

"Please return the ancestor!"

When my cousin arrived at the altar, he quickly picked up three sticks of sandalwood, without using a lighter, and just thrust it into the incense burner, and the sandalwood was ignited, followed by this loud sound.

The ghost-slaying sword in Zhong Kui's hand didn't cut any further, but just glanced at the red light on the little ghost's head, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"The descendants of the Zhong family, Zhong Haotian, pay homage to the patriarch."

The sound of incantations in Zhong Haotian's mouth stopped, and then he kowtowed several times to Zhong Kui.

Only then did Zhong Kui show a hint of bewilderment. He stared at my palm, then suddenly smiled, his body swayed slightly, and he returned to the painting again.

In the scene just now, from Zhong Kui's appearance to his disappearance, it was only a short period of time, and I still haven't realized it yet.

"Zhong Yuan, you idiot, do you really or falsely don't know? You don't know that I am a Yin body now, or you don't know that Patriarch Zhong Kui specializes in killing ghosts? If I didn't believe in the Patriarch, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago. Slashed by this sword."

The little devil let out a sigh of relief, stood up, and began to reprimand me.

"I... how do I know that a painting can hurt you? If I knew it would, I wouldn't recite the spell to break the seal."

I stared at the portrait on the drawing paper, and it was still the same as before, holding a sword and a fan in my hand, nothing had changed, as if it had never appeared before.

"Okay, Zhong Yuan can't be blamed for this. He is still a novice. Fortunately, your power of faith did not disappear with death, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. Fortunately, Zhong Kui, enshrined by our Zhong family, already has aura and can distinguish you. The breath on your body."

My cousin glanced at the little devil who was still in fear, sat next to me, and said.

What just appeared was not the real Zhong Kui. It should be similar to an incarnation. It is impossible to appear in the real body. The Zhong Kui in this picture scroll is a god born of the Zhong family's devout worship in the past.

"Is this the power of faith? But why is the power of faith materialized? What is the role of these powers of faith?"

I asked curiously. I had heard of the power of faith before, but I unexpectedly saw it today. I found it from my own brother, and his power of faith is very strong.

"The power of faith may be difficult for ordinary people to realize, but ghost hunters are different. I told you before that every ghost hunter family will have a god, and we communicate with each other in a special way. Using the power of one's own thoughts combined with the power of hunting ghosts to present it, whether it is the runes and weapons that are manifested, will have incredible effects."

The little ghost stared at the portrait, shook his head a few times before turning around and speaking.

"So magical? Can the power of faith be a real weapon? The appearance of Avalokitesvara on a famous mountain was also the power of faith?"

As soon as I heard it, I was very happy. If I really have this power, I can manifest some runes such as exorcising ghosts out of thin air through the power of my own faith. I think those powerful runes that cannot be carried by yellow mounting paper are the same. It can be displayed with a tool, so that it will save trouble, and you will not be afraid that it cannot be used in special occasions, such as in water, and you cannot use the yellow talisman in the water.

"Well, it's almost the same, but the Avalokitesvara is formed by the power of many people's beliefs, and it is not stable, so it will dissipate soon. The power of belief of our ghost hunters is very different, and it needs to be cultivated , and this kind of practice is meditation, I know what you are thinking, if you cultivate the power of faith, then the procedure of drawing symbols is omitted, but the power of belief also has a size, how much, what a spell shows must be The power of faith consumed is unimaginable, and the recovery of the power of faith is also very slow, unlike the power of hunting ghosts, so it is impossible for you to be lazy. You still have to practice the magic sword and the power of hunting ghosts every day. force."

The little ghost stood beside me, and said quietly.

"Haotian, I didn't expect that the power of faith would be so strong after you died. I don't know what your ability is? Can you still exert it?"

The cousin stared at the little devil's head and asked.

"I can't say this, well, it's late now, you guys go to bed early, I plan to go to Jiuhuang City to see where I can find my father."

After the little ghost head finished speaking, he planned to leave here, because he is a Yin body, so it is very convenient to come and go.

"You have to be careful, Jiuhuang City is different from the countryside. There are many ghost hunter families in Jiuhuang City. If you accidentally meet them, you may be taken away."

Zhong Li frowned slightly, and immediately spoke.

"Don't worry, who would have thought that a ghost would have the power of faith? Don't worry, finding my father in my state will be much easier than you."

The little ghost spoke very stubbornly, and after speaking, a gust of wind blew in the room, and he disappeared.