My Master is Lin Zhengying

Blow those paper money away, and then sink and float around, constantly beating.

It seems that there are many people reaching out to fight for it.

And the yin rice spilled out, and fell to the ground with a "crash".

But these white yin rice just fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, it will turn to white ash.

It seems that in an instant, the essence was drained, so it was powdered.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Nan Chen understood very well.

This is the old and young men around, eating yin rice before grabbing it.

After Nan Chen sprinkled the paper money and yin rice, she turned her head and said to Qiu Sheng Wencai:

"Eldest senior brother and second senior brother, I'm done here, we can start now."

After Qiu Sheng listened, he nodded slightly and said to Wen Cai on the side;

"Wen Cai, kill a chicken for blood."

Wen Cai doesn't talk nonsense, twisting a prepared yellow chicken is just a knife.

Chicken blood splashed into the bowl, then Qiu Sheng brought cinnabar and mixed it in.

With a brush dipped in ink, he drew a spell on the jar with the unjustly dead female ghost.

In the middle, there is a word "send".

Seeing that Qiu Sheng had finished drawing the talisman, Nan Chen twisted the mahogany sword and began to pray.

"Yin Yang, five elements, heaven and earth are clear, keep your eyes in front of Yinshan Road.

Today there is a way to go down to the underworld, and the next life will be the Yangtang House. "

The old god Nanchen was there, holding a mahogany sword and recited this passage first.

Then he waved the mahogany sword a few times, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Uncle Jiu.

Finally, the Taomu sword tapped a spell on the altar, and tapped it on the candle.

With a "boom", it turned into fly ash.

Nan Chen also yelled:

"rise……"

After finishing speaking, point the tip of the sword at the jar.

There was just a "buzz", and the lid of the jar flew up.

The figure of the unjustly dead female ghost inside floated out in an instant.

The candlelight on the altar also turned green at this time.

Neither Qiusheng nor Wencai moved, they stood around Nanchen.

Nan Chen can also be regarded as a disciple of the Ninth Uncle.

Seeing the female ghost appearing at this moment, he didn't panic at all, and quickly touched a sword finger with his left hand.

Point to a spell on the altar, and immediately said:

"Unjustly killed female ghost, report your name!"

The female ghost who died unjustly was full of sadness, and she was floating in front of the altar in such a ups and downs at this moment.

weeping.

Hearing Nan Chen speak now, he said very sadly:

"Wuuuuuu, report back to Daoist Priest, little girl Bai Fang."

Hearing this, Wen Cai stood aside.

Hastily picked up a pen and ink and wrote the word Bai Fang on the back of a spell.

At the same time, Nan Chen asked:

"Bai Fang, where do you live?"

"The little girl lives in Majia Village, Taiping County, Yangzhou."

The female ghost continued to speak in a dull manner.

After Wen finished listening, he continued to write.

After finishing writing, he said to Nan Chen:

"Junior brother, it's finished."

Saying that, handed over the spell.

Nan Chen nodded slightly, picked up the spell with her name on it and said:

"The female ghost Bai Fang.