Old man Lang looked quite inconspicuous, and on weekdays he would often do such inconsequential things as snatching snacks from children, stealing food, etc., but in terms of catching ghosts, he was really more expert than an expert, at least Qing Huan and He is incomparable. Old man Lang took a deep breath, put one hand on his hip, pointed in any direction with the other hand, opened his mouth wide, and cursed: "... &%￥#￥%&**%#... **!!!!"
Qing Huan and the second senior brother: "..."
What a great ability, what a great prestige... Qing Huan's knees were almost broken, and she was already ready to use the master's talisman to exorcise evil spirits, okay? What the hell is this... In the modern world, Qing Huan liked to read weird books. She wasn't afraid to watch horror movies. She doesn't pay attention to so many ghosts in Wang Chuanhe, and horror movies are not as good as cartoons in her opinion.
... The author has gone too far. Having said that, she knew that there was a folk saying that when encountering a ghost hitting a wall, she would curse hard or let the man urinate, which would break the ghost hitting the wall. Originally, Qing Huan thought that this method was quite good, the former was suitable for women, and the latter was suitable for men, but to Old Man Lang, both were suitable.
She was also convinced, the master scolded people in the same way, saying that people are afraid of ghosts, but in fact ghosts are more afraid of people, especially evil people. When a person feels flustered and frightened, he yells and curses for a few minutes, and his courage grows stronger. As soon as this courage is strong, the Sanweiyang fire on his body will burn up, and when the Yang energy is full, ghosts will naturally not dare to get close. To put it bluntly, it means being bold. Old man Lang also said that timid people can't do the job of subduing demons.
No wonder, Qing Huan also went down the mountain before, passed by the aunt at the steamed stuffed bun shop where old man Lang often squatted, and said that no one would dare to scold old man Lang even if he was a fool. , although the Taoist temple is not very popular, his reputation as an old man who catches ghosts is still there, but now it seems that his mouth that can look down on the world's shrews probably took advantage.
When old man Lang was spouting wildly, the second senior brother walked over silently, covered Qing Huan's ears with both hands, and lamented: "Sister Huan, don't listen, don't tell the old man to ruin you." The younger junior sister is the most elegant, and the younger junior sister Wenya should be grateful to the elder brother. She has been taught to read and write since she was a child. It would be terrible if she became a shrew like old man Lang. But the second senior brother is strange, as far as the old man Lang is concerned, how did he teach such a fairy-like figure as the senior senior brother
The master and apprentice stood together, to put it bluntly, like Erlang Shen and his apprentice. One is tall and handsome, and the other is short and poor. Although old man Lang often boasted that he was handsome, unrestrained and suave when he was young, but the second brother felt that old man Lang was bragging.
Anyway, old man Lang is bragging every day, eating and drinking like crazy, without a word of truth in his mouth.
But such a smelly old man is their most respected master.
After a while, Old Man Lang finally finished cursing, and the surrounding scene became clear in an instant. Together, the three of them had already reached the entrance of the main hall, and they just circled around and didn't go in.
"Sister Huan, how are you? Is Master great?" Old man Lang came running to offer treasures.
Qing Huan couldn't bear to hurt the cute little old man, so she nodded, ignoring her conscience: "It's amazing, really worthy of being a master."
ha! ha! Old man Lang suddenly became elated. If he had a tail, he would have been up to the sky by now. He was overjoyed to be praised by the little apprentice, humming a little tune with his hands behind his back, and kicked open the main hall door, as if entering a land without people.
... as if it were no man's land.
Qing Huan exchanged a helpless look with the second senior brother, and walked in behind Old Man Lang.
As soon as Qing Huan entered, she felt something was wrong. This strangeness had nothing to do with danger, but a complete silence. Strange, really strange, it stands to reason that after a person dies, the soul is immortal, and this is the case with the first seven three sevens in the folklore. Ghosts usually stay in the world for a hundred days before ghost messengers come to seduce the soul. Here, they all showed a state of ignorance and ignorance, and most of them would not leave their bodies. But now, none of the corpses smelled of souls.
Qing Huan is the master of Naihe Bridge, her sensitivity to souls is unrivaled, she clearly knows that ghosts in this world have not come to seduce souls, and the souls of these people have indeed disappeared. But it would not be right to say that it was completely destroyed, because there are still blue flames on their altars. That blue fire is a symbol of not being seduced.
This Yizhuang is full of weirdness.
If Mo Ze was here, or if Qing Huan was willing to pinch her fingers, she could know the reason of the matter immediately, but she didn't do that. She thought, in this world, she should only be the apprentice of old man Lang seriously, and use the skills he taught.
The three men, the master and the apprentice, divided into two groups to check the corpses one by one. Old man Lang was afraid that Qing Huan would be afraid, so he asked her to follow him. This was not the case when he accepted the other four apprentices. Xiao Xueer died tragically because of love, but before she was alive, he was only a little looser, and the teaching was still strict, so when Qing Huan entered the teacher's school, Old Lang really didn't want her Too hard. Unexpectedly, the youngest apprentice is the one with the highest talent. He used to be too harsh on Xiao Xue'er, but now he dotes on Qing Huan very much. If it was before, he would have pushed the apprentice out and let them do it by themselves.
Can't they finish this little thing? It's just that old man Lang thought that Qing Huan would have to face these things in the future, so he wanted to take her as a teacher. The only person in the world who is a master who stands in the way is probably Qing Huan.
He is good to Qing Huan, can Qing Huan not feel it? She is grateful and cherishes, and at the same time, she thinks of old man Lang wholeheartedly.
Some of the corpses in Yizhuang have already begun to rot, but there are also a few new corpses, and their focus is on the new corpses. The strange thing is that these new corpses are obviously half-grown men, but their entire bodies have shrunk dramatically, and the skin all over their bodies is wrinkled, dry, and hollow.
"Master, they... have all their energy sucked away?" Qing Huan stretched out her hand and gently pressed the forehead of the next corpse, without the slightest sign of fear.
Old man Lang was afraid that she would be frightened, so he kept paying attention to her expression. Now he was sure that she was really not afraid, and even enjoyed it. He was relieved, and felt that his master was useless. Playing with prestige, stinky bastard, bad girl is ignorant...
At this moment, Qing Huan felt that there was something wrong in the dark, and quickly pushed old man Lang away, and at the same time shouted: "Master, be careful!"
A huge body rushed towards her. Qing Huan only had a lantern in her hand, but she was slender and extremely flexible. Although her figure was big, she was very cumbersome, and her movements were mechanically stiff. She looked like a walking dead. Qing Huan easily passed between his legs, and with one hand, she stood beside Old Man Lang.
Old man Lang and the second senior brother were so frightened that they almost lost their souls. If anything happened to Qing Huan, they would definitely apologize with death!
"Master, it's a walking dead." Qing Huan said calmly, "Copy it."
They made all the preparations. Qing Huan's weapon is a water fire umbrella. The second senior brother made it for her. In addition to being good at kung fu, the second senior brother is especially good at making some delicate things. As the name suggests, the water fire umbrella is not afraid of water and fire , steel frame iron leaf, invulnerable, can be said to be an excellent self-defense tool. But the second senior brother took a different approach and put a lot of steel needles on the surface of the water and fire umbrella. He knew that his daughter's family loves beauty, and the water and fire umbrellas are all a single color, but he was stunned to make Qinghuan the misty rain and early lotus of the Jiangnan water town on the umbrella. These needles are used, whether they are stretched or retracted, they can be used as weapons, but they are very elegant. The handle of the umbrella has also been carefully designed to match Qing Huan's hands, body shape, and height. In other words, if the umbrella is in someone else's hands, it is an ordinary water and fire umbrella for self-defense, but in Qing Huan's hands, it is not only It can defend itself, and it can also be used as a weapon.
When Qing Huan received this gift, she almost shed tears, the idea came from the senior brother, the master and the third senior brother found the materials, and then the second senior brother made the water fire umbrella. She couldn't describe the emotion in her heart.
The Water Fire Umbrella also has an interlayer, and inside it is the yellow talisman prepared by Qing Huan. Basically, even if this umbrella is thrown into a ghost nest, no ghost will dare to touch it.
"Sister Huan, there's more than one, be careful." Old man Lang's expression suddenly became serious.
Qing Huan also heard the change. These walking corpses didn't breathe or have a heartbeat, they surrounded them from all directions, under the moonlight, Qing Huan counted them, there were probably seven or eight. They all looked dull and indifferent, but they were vicious and wanted to bite them, especially her and the master, but they didn't say much to the second senior brother.
The second senior brother also noticed this, the three masters and apprentices exchanged glances, the second senior brother pretended to be knocked unconscious, a walking dead carried him to his shoulders, and quickly disappeared in the darkness, then Qing Huan and old man Lang quickly The remaining few were suppressed.
These things are extremely terrifying to ordinary people, but to old man Lang and Qing Huan, they are not as terrifying as a wasp.
Because the yellow talisman can't suppress the hornet.
Strange to say, the walking dead that was suppressed by the yellow talisman quickly began to shrink, and finally became the size of other dead bodies on the bed. Qing Huan tried to reveal a piece of yellow talisman - they didn't move anymore.
"People are already dead." Old man Lang frowned. "I don't know what it is that controls them. Now the talisman paper holds them, and they become their true appearance."
"Master..." Qing Huan called out. "These people have no hair, are they wearing cassocks?"
The moonlight was too dim, and the lantern went out during the fight. Old man Lang twisted the fire talisman and burned it to see that it was true. He twisted his old face: "This is the group of bald donkeys in the temple!"
"Why are they all dead?" Qing Huan wondered. "They came to Yizhuang to catch ghosts together. There are so many monks, even if they just recite scriptures, the ghosts can't stand it. Why are they all dead?"
Old man Lang stretched out his hand and sneered: "What kind of bullshit monks are these? Their fucking precepts have been broken. It's useless to recite scriptures until death!"
He usually can't understand the deceitful behavior of those bald donkeys in the temple. They came during the day, presumably to pretend to cheat some money, because the Yizhuang during the day is normal, but who knows that after they came in, they would also come here during the day. People are starting to die.
Qing Huan glanced at Master, and tried it on their altar with one hand, and sure enough, she couldn't feel any soul fluctuations. "Even if they are liars, Master will save them."
Old man Lang choked for a moment and snorted. Muttering: "Who told me to be a Taoist priest..."
Qing laughed. "Let's go, master, let's go after the second senior brother. I cast a spell on him just now, and we can still keep up."