Become a legend in Hong Kong

In Yizhuang, Liao Wenjie followed the red rope back, lit the Bagua mirror in front of the door, walked to the corner after entering, walked around Erhei's body three times, put a yellow talisman on it, and muttered something.

"rise!"

Suddenly, Erhei jumped up straight and spit out a piece of yellow paper from his mouth.

Liao Wenjie opened the yellow paper and saw the words "Lin Fengjiao" written on it. Then he was satisfied and put away the Taoism, folded the yellow paper and stuffed it into Erhei's mouth again.

That's right, it's Yizhuang. There are no ghosts hitting the wall or running into the wrong place.

"Ajie, what are you doing over there?"

"I have a heart-to-heart talk with Erhei to prevent him from being lonely and cold and screaming in the middle of the night."

Liao Wenjie explained after entering the room, placed the torn paper figure in half on the table, took off the equipment one by one, put it back in the basket and covered it with black cloth.

"Ajie, the wooden sword is mine."

"Sorry, I forgot about it."

Liao Wenjie apologized, took out the wooden sword and put it in Uncle Jiu's hand.

Uncle Jiu took the wooden sword and pulled it hard... and then took it back into his hand.

Beside, a group of people were in shock. Awei was lying on the ground with his body stretched out. He was slapped unconscious by Liao Wenjie. He has not yet woken up. Two servants of the Ren family are taking care of him.

"Brother Jie, have you driven away the female ghost? Also, why did you pick up a paper man? This is a lot of fun."

Qiu Sheng asked curiously, and Uncle Jiu was also about to ask. Hearing this, he looked at Liao Wenjie, waiting for his answer.

"Qiu Sheng, I was about to tell you this. Does it look familiar? This is your mother-in-law. I accidentally chopped her into pieces."

Liao Wenjie picked up the paper man with his money sword, then turned to Uncle Jiu and said, "Uncle Jiu, take a look and see if it can be repaired. If so, it will allow Qiu Sheng to renew his relationship with her tonight."

"Brother Jie, what are you talking about? This is obviously a paper man."

Qiu Sheng probably understood something. He felt nauseated and nauseated. He swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva and his face looked much better.

"Qiu Sheng, you hugged Hua Qian Yue Xia last night, and today you turned your back on me and refused to recognize me... You can't, at least you shouldn't."

"I'm not, I didn't, you got the wrong person." Qiu Sheng refused to admit it.

"Really? I remember someone swore that he is not the kind of bad person who refuses to admit his mistakes. Did I hear this wrong?"

"This this……"

Qiu Sheng was speechless, blushing and about to throw the paper man out, but Uncle Jiu slapped him away.

"Master, why are you beating..."

Qiu Sheng was stunned in the middle of his words. Thinking of some possibility, he said with a cold sweat on his face: "Master, Brother Jie just said it casually. This paper man cannot be repaired well. Don't take it too seriously."

"Shut up, no one will think you are dumb if you don't speak."

"oh."

Qiu Sheng lowered his head and stood aside. He had been being scolded all night and felt unlucky in his heart.

Wen Cai couldn't stop snickering when he saw it, and he couldn't stop laughing.

On the one hand, his face hurt too much, and on the other hand, although Qiu Sheng was scolded bloody, at least he had a happy night. Unlike him, in addition to being trained, he also received two slaps.

"Uncle Jiu, what do you think?"

Liao Wenjie recounted what happened outside Yizhuang and asked his doubts: "I killed the female ghost with one sword, but it turned out to be a paper doll. What kind of deception is this?"

"It's not a blinding trick, it's a clever way to control ghosts." Uncle Jiu looked solemn, and this time he didn't use the word "crooked skills" to describe it.

"How?"

"The paper man is used as the shell and the ghost is used as the core. It can be made into a ghost servant and can be controlled at will."

Speaking of this, Uncle Jiu frowned: "That crooked way can cast poison and raise corpses. Now that it has used the method of controlling ghosts, it is getting more and more difficult."

"The paper ghost is useless. It can be chopped to death with one sword. There is nothing to be afraid of."

"You can't say that. One or two ghosts are nothing to be afraid of, but if there are dozens or hundreds of them in groups, the scene is no joke."

Uncle Jiu thought thoughtfully: "If I'm not wrong, the first time he cast the poison was because he didn't want to conflict with me head-on, so he took a trick. This time, the ghost control did the same. He showed his muscles to let us retreat and take the initiative. Send the Ren family father and daughter out."

Liao Wenjie shrugged. There was no need to talk about it. Even if he nodded in agreement, Uncle Jiu would not.

Dead end.

"By the way, Uncle Ninth, the art of controlling ghosts is so powerful, there are no flaws to be found?"

Liao Wenjie wanted to say that he was very good at reciting spells, and the [Cleaning Heaven and Earth Divine Curse] swept across a large area. After thinking about it, he decided to keep it as a backup plan and learn more from Uncle Jiu.

As expected, Uncle Jiu did not disappoint him.

"Generally speaking, ghosts are free and undisciplined and don't want to be driven by others. Most of these ghosts are captured by crooked ways. Once someone breaks this Taoist technique, Hundred Ghosts Devouring Hearts will be the hardest to endure."

"If I smash the paper man, does that count as breaking this Taoist technique?"

"not that simple."

Uncle Jiu said: "If I'm not wrong, Wai Dao must have a ghost-controlling flag in his hand. It's similar to the one used by my junior brother when he drove away corpses. It's just that it has a stronger suppression effect on ghosts. Just destroy it."

It sounds very simple, but the problem is, where to find Crooked Road, that guy is hiding in the dark and unwilling to show up, and the two of them can't go looking for it separately.

A deadlock and a stalemate.

Just as Liao Wenjie was thinking about countermeasures, Uncle Jiu spoke again: "Ajie, I will start a forum at noon tomorrow. If I'm lucky, I might be able to find the hiding place of the crooked way. If I'm not lucky... I may have to rest for two days. To three days.”

"Betting on luck?"

Liao Wenjie shook his head and was not optimistic. He was used to being cautious and would never try his luck unless absolutely necessary.

"It's not about gambling on luck. I seldom practice Taoism in controlling ghosts. I will make an exception this time. I will open the forum at noon tomorrow. If I can't master it, I will continue to waste time with him."

Uncle Jiu looked at the paper man on the table and snorted coldly: "That crooked way can sit back and relax, so I will give him a blow. If I find his hiding place, I will immediately force him to fight with me. You can use this time to bring the literary talent Qiu Sheng came to kill him, destroyed the ghost control banner, and made him ask for trouble."

If I bring Wen Cai Qiusheng with me, wouldn’t three of them hit me?

Liao Wenjie's eyes widened. He bet on luck, half and half, and still had a 50% chance of winning. He teamed up with his pig teammates to play a dungeon. The opponent was sure to be super powerful, and the chance of winning was zero.

Can't afford it, can't afford it.

…

At noon the next day, Uncle Jiu finished his retreat practice. He nodded to Liao Wenjie. He had already mastered the art of breaking the situation. Tracking the hiding place of the crooked path was not a problem.

In the courtyard, the scholar Qiu Sheng set up the Dharma altar. Uncle Jiu put on his yellow Taoist robe and started immediately with a wooden sword in his hand.

He killed the chicken, took the blood, mixed ink and cinnabar, lit it with the candle on the altar, and refined it into French ink. Then he took a writing brush, dipped it in French ink and drew complex spells on the yellow paper.

After the preparations were completed, Uncle Jiu muttered words, picked up the yellow paper with his sword, ignited it, and pierced it into the paper figure together with it, condensing the remaining clues on it.

At the moment when the paper man was about to burn to ashes, Uncle Jiu, with his sleeves and robes in the wind, grasped the ashes in his hand and filled the remaining French ink into the porcelain bowl. He stepped on the Tiangang, closed his eyes and recited the mantra, and stopped with a sigh of relief after the French ink and ashes were mixed evenly.

"Literary talent, Qiu Sheng!"

"Yes, Master."

The two people stepped forward quickly, sprinkled the yellow sand in the dustpan evenly on the glutinous rice ground, and placed a palm-sized Dharma flag in the center.

Uncle Jiu held the Bagua compass, picked up the Dharma ink in the porcelain bowl, and gently tapped it on the compass.

Suddenly, the compass pointer rotated rapidly, and Uncle Jiu made a circle around the Dharma flag, three times forward and three times backward, at such a fast speed that he would feel dizzy.

After a moment, Uncle Jiu swung his wooden sword, and the French ink on the sword's edge turned into raindrops and splashed, falling on the sand, with more than thirty black spots.

Uncle Jiu: "..."

He was stunned and didn't speak.

"Uncle Jiu, it's the first time you use a new spell. It's normal for it to fail. The chicken coop is still very rich, and you can't use it up even if you cast the spell ten times."

Liao Wenjie clenched his fist and coughed lightly: "It doesn't matter if you run out. Master Ren is in the house, ask him to move a chicken farm for you."

"No, the spell was very successful, but the crooked way and caution are no match for yours."

Uncle Jiu pointed at more than thirty black spots on the sand: "As I said last night, I really have to try my luck this time. I hope I can find him before dark."

He did what he said. He asked the literary talent Qiu Sheng to draw talisman with cinnabar, sit cross-legged and pick the yellow talisman with a sword, select and eliminate them one by one, and burn out the black spots on the yellow sand.

Time passed and the sun just set. Uncle Jiu stood up slowly, looked at the sky and murmured: "I wanted to find his bad luck during the day, but I didn't expect it to be delayed until night. This time it will be difficult."

"Uncle Jiu, where is the crooked way hidden?"

"You may not believe it, but he is now living in Master Ren's house."

"It's a good thing, at least it's not Mr. Ren's graveyard, otherwise I wouldn't have the strength to run there even if I was wearing a copper coin armor." Liao Wenjie said, pretending to be relaxed.

"Ajie, I will force him to fight and consume his energy. You should close your eyes and rest your mind first. When the time comes, you will lead the literary talent Qiu Sheng straight to the Ren Mansion."

"Uncle Jiu, seriously, can't I do it alone? I really don't need these two people to back me up."

Liao Wenjie looked troubled and had an idea: "By the way, before it's too late, ask someone to call a carriage and take the car to Ren's Mansion later."

Uncle Jiu: "..."

You are such a clever little ghost!