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Although Wang Laizi does have some abilities, I still don't believe that he has to deal with an old monster that has lived for thousands of years.

Shaking my head, I calmed down my emotions and opened the manuscript with a guide to raising sows on the cover.

In the remaining few days, I basically didn’t go out, and concentrated on practicing in preparation for the next live broadcast.

The day before the live broadcast started, I came back from running and saw that the originally deserted street suddenly became noisy, and many people gathered around the door of my shop.

My heart skipped a beat, what happened?

As I trotted over, I realized that those people were not surrounding my shop, but the street lamp in front of my shop.

"Master, this street lamp has been used to hang people, so it is unlucky. Recently, the sound of children crying has been heard at night, which scares us all so we can't sleep at night."

"Quickly think of a way to help us solve this problem, otherwise the whole street will not be peaceful."

These people talked a lot, and the master they talked about was a middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit, holding a folding fan and shaking it gently.

His appearance was ordinary, but his sparse teeth when he opened his mouth made me look twice.

I didn't go back to the shop and quietly stood aside to watch the excitement.

"Don't worry, everyone, I am the eighteenth generation disciple of the Yunyin Sect. It is the duty of people in our Taoist sect to subjugate demons. If there are evil spirits causing trouble here, I will definitely not ignore it!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man put away his folding fan and took out a Bagua compass from his cloth bag.

The compass was facing the streetlight, and the pointer shook violently as if it felt threatened.

"This evil thing is indeed extraordinary!" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, and his expression immediately became solemn, "The feng shui of this place has violated the White Tiger Evil, and people have been hanged, which has caused resentment to the sky."

"This place is not popular enough and the yang energy is not strong, so it is easy to attract yin things. Do you know what the yin things hidden in this street lamp are called?"

"What on earth is it, Master?"

"We always hear children crying at night, like cats howling.

"Oh, by the way, someone seems to have seen a ghost doll sitting on the ground crying."

Everyone talked in fear and curiosity.

"This yin object is called a ghost baby! It is transformed from a baby who died in infancy. This yin object is the most resentful!" the middle-aged man said mysteriously.

"Think about it, it waited in the underworld for many years, and finally got the chance to be reincarnated. As a result, it died before it could grow up. How could you not hate it in your heart?"

"yes."

"Don't call it a baby. Even at my age, I feel like I haven't lived enough."

Everyone nodded.

"It seems that this ghost baby has been here for a long time. It absorbs the yin energy every day. As time goes by, it becomes a climate. I'm afraid the people on this street will be in trouble." The middle-aged man's expression became solemn.

The small merchants in the urban village headed by Liu Fei all changed their expressions when they were bullied by the middle-aged man.

"Oh my god, how can this be good?"

"It turned out to be so dangerous. Fortunately, we invited the master over in time!"

"Master, you must save us! If this continues, let alone our business, we may not even be able to save our lives!"

Small merchants surrounded the middle-aged men.

After they were anxious for a while, the middle-aged man spoke calmly.

"Although this ghost baby is powerful, our Yunyin Sect is famous for caring about the common people. How can we ignore everyone's lives when they are worried about it? Tonight, I will perform a ritual to kill this ghost baby and do justice for heaven. !”

"It's just that" he then said with a confused look on his face, "this mage is extremely energy-consuming."

The rest of the words were not spoken, and naturally someone in the crowd understood.

"Master, don't worry, we understand the rules." Someone handed over a thick red envelope.

"Money is a common thing. I am a monk. How dare I accept this? I just want to help everyone to form a good relationship." The middle-aged man pretended to decline and accepted it.

"I will not put this money in my own pocket. I will donate the money after I kill the ghost baby. After I return to the sect, I will burn incense and pray for everyone that day."

"Thank you for your hard work, Master!"

"This is the real master!"

"Master, it's still early. Come to my place for a tea break."

The vendors gathered around the middle-aged man and left.

Looking at their backs, I shook my head in amusement.

If I had known they were so easy to deceive, I wouldn't have been in such a tight situation these years.

The middle-aged man had sparse teeth, leaked words, told lies in appearance, and was a typical example of someone who was talking nonsense. Only such a person could be trusted.

However, he was not completely talking nonsense. He could tell that the person hiding in the street lamp was a ghost baby, and he knew a little bit about it.

I didn't rush to close the door at night, I just waited to watch the excitement.

If he could really save the ghost baby, he would be able to save me a trouble.

Night falls.

The deserted street at the door was not quiet tonight. Liu Fei and several vendors came over led by a middle-aged man.

Even though there were experts in charge, they still seemed very nervous and scared, and they couldn't help but keep a certain distance from the street lights.

"Master Yun Zhongzi, can we start?"

The middle-aged man counted with his fingers, then looked up at the sky, as if observing the stars at night, and then nodded.

"The time has come, let's start the practice!"

Following his loud shout, Liu Fei and others brought over a small altar table, covered it with a golden tablecloth, and placed an incense burner and some miscellaneous things on it.

Soon, the simple altar was set up.

This middle-aged man named Yun Zhongzi put on a yellow Taoist robe, lit incense and burned paper, held a peach wood sword, picked up a yellow talisman, and muttered something to the street lamp.

The light of the street lights began to flicker again, and the whole street was uncertain.

Liu Fei and others hid aside and watched carefully.

And I pulled up a chair and sat at the door with a cup of tea in my hand, just like watching a play.

Those people looked at me a few times, with expressions of dissatisfaction and fear on their faces, and murmured in low voices, probably not saying anything nice.

I don’t care either, drinking tea and smoking is so leisurely.

"puff!"

Soon, they stopped talking and were attracted by the changes on Yun Zhongzi's side.

Yun Zhongzi squirted out a mouthful of rice wine at the yellow talisman on the tip of the sword, then lit the yellow talisman with a candle, and threw the yellow talisman into the sky while chanting something like a sutra.

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

The street lights suddenly flickered violently, and the baby's shrill cry rang out.

"I'm coming!"

The faces of Liu Fei and others suddenly changed color, and they huddled together in fear.

A slight surprise appeared on Yun Zhongzi's face, but it passed quickly. He picked up another yellow talisman, followed the same pattern, lit it and threw it into the sky.

Black ashes fell one after another, and the baby's cry became even louder. It was very sharp, like a knife drilling into the ear.