Yin Yang ghost hunter

"Quickly enter the soul-nurturing cauldron!"

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

And I also saw a scene that was incredible to me. The red light became stronger and stronger, and the people in the portrait seemed to come to life. Zhong Kui suddenly jumped down from the drawing paper, and the sword in his hand went directly to the little devil's head.

Cut off the head.

"Oops, Ghost Slayer Sword!"

The cousin rushed towards the altar table, and the little devil also realized that he had just come out of the soul-raising cauldron and saw his ancestor slashing at him with a ghost-slaying sword. He seemed a little frightened.

But he immediately knelt down, clasped his hands together, and began to mutter something in a very pious manner.

At this time, a layer of red light also appeared on Xiao Guitou's body. The reason why he used the same layer of red light was because this layer of strange red light was exactly the same as the red light that shrouded Zhong Kui's body. Even the aura was almost the same, but it was a very strong one.

, one is very weak, compared to the weak one, naturally it is the red light on Xiao Guitou. This layer of red light turns into a protective shield covering his thin body. The red light is somewhat transparent. I am very worried that I will be killed by this ghost-slaying sword.

It was split open with a sword, but when the Ghost Slayer Sword hit it, it bounced away.

Xiao Guitou opened his eyes and stared at Zhong Kui.

"Please return to your throne, Patriarch!"

The cousin arrived at the offering table, picked up three sandalwood sticks very neatly, and without using a lighter, he just thrust it into the incense burner, and the sandalwood sticks ignited, and then this loud sound rang out.

The ghost-slaying sword in Zhong Kui's hand did not slash further, he just glanced at the red light on the little ghost's head, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"The descendant of the Zhong family, Zhong Haotian, pays homage to the ancestor."

Zhong Haotian stopped swearing, and then kowtowed to Zhong Kui several times.

Only then did Zhong Kui show a look of surprise. He stared at my palm, suddenly smiled, swayed slightly, and returned to the painting again.

In the scene just now, from the time Zhong Kui appeared to when he disappeared, it only took a short while, and I didn't even react.

"Zhong Yuan, you big idiot, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? Don't you know that I am in the Yin body now, or do you not know that Patriarch Zhong Kui specializes in killing ghosts? If I hadn't believed in Grandmaster Zhong Kui, I would have been killed long ago.

Killed by this sword."

The little devil breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and began to scold me.

"I...how do I know that a painting can cause harm to you? If I had known that it would be like this, I wouldn't have chanted the spell to break the seal."

I stared at the portrait on the drawing paper. 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.

"Well, you can't blame Zhong Yuan 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, whom our Zhong family worships, already has spiritual energy and can distinguish you.

The breath of your body."

My cousin glanced at the frightened little ghost, sat next to me, and said.

The one who appeared just now is not the real Zhong Kui. It should be similar to an incarnation. It is impossible for the true body to appear. The Zhong Kui in this scroll is a god created by the Zhong family's devout worship for generations.

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

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

"It may be difficult for ordinary people to realize the power of faith, but it is different for ghost hunters. I have told you before that every ghost hunter family has gods they worship, and we use special methods to communicate.

If you use the power of your own thoughts combined with the power of ghost hunting to present it, whether it is the embodied runes or weapons, it will have incredible effects."

The little devil stared at the portrait, nodded seriously a few times, then turned around and spoke.

"So miraculous? Can the power of faith manifest into a real weapon? The appearance of Guanyin on a certain famous mountain was also the power of faith?"

When I heard this, I felt happy. If there really is such power, just through the power of my own faith, I can make the ghost exorcism talisman and other talismans appear out of thin air. I think the same is true for those powerful talismans that cannot be carried by yellow paper.

It can be displayed with a tool, which saves trouble and won't worry about not being able to use it in special occasions, such as in water, where the yellow talisman cannot be cast.

"Well, the phase is almost the same, but the Avalokitesvara phase is made up of the power of faith of many people and is not stable, so it will dissipate quickly. The power of faith of our ghost hunters is very different and 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 you can omit the process of drawing talismans. However, the power of faith also has different sizes, how many, and what a talisman embodies.

The power of faith consumed is unimaginable, and the power of faith is restored very slowly, unlike the power of ghost hunting, so it is impossible for you to be lazy. You still have to practice the sword technique of subduing demons and hunting ghosts every day.

force."

The little devil stood beside me and said quietly.

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

The cousin stared at the little ghost head and asked.

"Don't talk about this. Okay, it's very late now. You guys should go to bed early. I plan to go to Jiuhuang City for a walk to see if I can find my father's whereabouts."

After the little ghost head finished speaking, he planned to leave here, because he was in the Yin body and it was easy to come and go.

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

Zhongli raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke immediately.

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

The little ghost head spoke very stubbornly. After saying this, a gust of wind blew in the room, and he disappeared.