Yangcheng, the airport.
A flight from Phuket landed, and not long after, a group of passengers walked out of the station.
In the past six or seven years, Phuket Kingdom has successfully replaced Dongying and Korea, and has become the most popular tourist destination around Xiaguo. These people are very representative, men, women, old and young, with their families and mouths, carrying bags of souvenirs, wearing various amulets, talking about what they have seen and heard with great interest—they are tourists who have returned from travel.
And among them, there was one very special person.
This person has a stout figure, dark complexion, and huge protruding eyes. From the left side of the forehead to the left eye, the whole body is covered by an oval red birthmark. The upper body is a mandarin jacket with a stand collar, the lower body is a square skirt, and a large golden belt is tied around the waist.
Barefoot, stepping on a pair of wooden shoes.
Just looking at his appearance, he looks like a poor brother in a remote mountain area, but his aura makes people dare not approach him. Especially the birthmark, like some devil's symbol, dyed the left eye blood red.
"Hey, this dress is so traditional!"
He had just left the airport and stopped by the side of the road for a while when he heard someone whispering nearby. He turned his head and saw a young man who was quite curious and was taking pictures with his mobile phone.
Seeing him looking over, the buddy also greeted in English: "Hi, friend, you are from Phuket, don't you mind taking a photo?"
"..."
The man's eyes widened and he looked angry at the behavior and seemed seriously offended. He stretched out a finger, pointed at the other party, chanted a spell in his mouth, and then listened:
"Ah, what is it, it's so itchy!"
"Ah, it's so itchy! Ah!"
The buddy's body twitched suddenly, twisted into a strange posture, and his hands kept scratching his face, neck, chest and back.
The itching was very strong, and the weather was hot and he wore little clothes. The more he scratched, the harder he scratched, and he saw red marks on his skin, with blood oozing slightly.
The bystanders were startled and thought they had some kind of sudden illness.
"Oh, Mr. Yaga, the road is too congested, we are late, sorry sorry!"
At this moment, several people came over quickly, one of them took the other's hand first, spoke Xia Guoyu first, and then translated and relayed.
"Hmph, is this how you treat guests?" Yaga seemed to have a big temper, and snorted coldly.
"I'm really sorry, there are too many people in Yangcheng, so there's nothing I can do."
The man apologized insincerely, turned his head, saw the buddy, and asked, "What's the matter with this man?"
"He was rude to me, just a small punishment."
"Hehe, he also made an unintentional mistake, please don't worry about it."
"..."
Yaga glanced at him, after all, it wasn't his territory, and he didn't want to make too much trouble, so he waved his hand and broke the spell.
"Haha, sure enough, there are a lot of adults, please come here!"
After all, everyone got into a luxury business car and slowly drove away from the airport.
And that buddy returned to normal, as if he had taken his life, he felt burning pain all over his body, and his arms were covered with bloodstains. This person's name is Cui Zhanbo, he is a public account writer, with hundreds of thousands of fans, he is quite famous.
It was a professional habit for him to shoot Yaga, but he suffered a lot. He is also a ruthless person, so naturally he couldn't swallow this breath, he quickly got into his car, and chased after the commercial vehicle.
…
In ancient times, people in Phuket only had first names, not surnames.
It was not until 1912 that Emperor VI promulgated the "Surname Law", giving 6,432 surnames to the people. According to their custom, the first name comes first and the surname last, so Yaga's full name is: Yaga Shinawatra.
This surname belongs to a wealthy family in the country, with great influence in business and politics, but the ancestors are from Yangcheng. Their original surname is Qiu, and they immigrated in the late Qing Dynasty.
Yaga belongs to the offshoot of the family and is also a head-down master.
This time, he was invited by a certain organization to come to Xia Kingdom to help eliminate ghosts. He originally planned to go directly to the capital, but he suddenly proposed to visit his hometown.
"Where is the ghost you want to catch?"
"Don't be in a hurry, you're running around all the way, we've prepared some special meals, we'll talk after we're done."
In the restaurant of a certain hotel, the person in charge, the translator, two assistants, and Yaga were ready to take their seats. According to our habit, the honored guest is generally the first, and the host sits with him.
And just when the person in charge wanted to sit down, Yaga suddenly said: "You, go over there!"
"Huh?" He didn't respond.
"You, don't sit here!"
Yaga ordered very bluntly, and then said to the translator on the other side: "You, don't sit here either."
"..."
The face of the person in charge didn't change at all, and he said with a smile: "Oh, I understand, give up the left and right positions!"
After a while of tossing and turning, everyone sat down safely: Yaga was in the middle, and there were empty chairs on the left and right, and then they sat with her, which seemed rather strange.
"I don't know your taste, so I ordered some of each, you can do whatever you want!"
Soon, the food was on the table, and it was full. Yaga glanced at it twice, and seemed not interested. Instead, he muttered something, then poured a cup of tea, and then raised his hand to the left.
"..."
Five eyes just stared at it, watching helplessly as the tea splashed into the air and then disappeared, leaving no trace of wetness on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, he caught a piece of meat and threw it to the right. Similarly, it also disappeared inexplicably.
Hiss!
The person in charge trembled in his heart and asked: "Mr. Yaga, this is what you raised, what you raised..."
"That's right!"
"Oh, it's really not a trivial matter. I heard that the average ghost raiser can only have one natal ghost. Mister is so capable, tsk tsk, admiration!"
"Haha, it's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."
This flattery was right on point, and Yaga couldn't help showing color.
His spirit is naturally strong and tough, and his temperament is vicious and cruel, which is the material for raising ghosts. No matter what kind of difficult brat, in his hands, he is docile and obedient, and he is even more famous in this country.
But they said that while eating and chatting, Yaga didn't say much, most of them fed the two little ghosts.
Halfway through the meal, the person in charge's cell phone rang suddenly, he connected and said a few words, then hung up: "Excuse me, another customer has arrived, I'm sorry for a moment."
"What guest?"
"Oh, it's Taoist Xuan Kongzi from Hong Kong Island, who is said to be a descendant of Maoshan." The person in charge revealed the information casually.
"Descendants of Maoshan?"
Yaga frowned, with a gloomy face, and said, "Why bother, why don't you come and have a seat."
"That's great! It's an honor to meet two masters at the same time. I will come whenever I go."
The person in charge flashed away, and after a while, a Taoist priest in a blue coat was attracted. About forty years old, with a mustache, yellow complexion, shrewd and sinister, it was Xuan Kongzi.
He walked into the dining room, and when he saw the Phuket attire, he said coldly, "Headmaster? You also hired a headmaster?"
He didn't wait for the person in charge to answer, so he walked over, and Yaga also got up on the other side, his eyes met, and the flames blazed.
Xuan Kongzi was born in Maoshan, and his ancestors took refuge in Hong Kong Island during the war, and brought some inheritance with him. People in Hong Kong Island are superstitious and believe in such things. He is also a successful student, and he is like a fish in water.
And Phuket Kingdom, or Nanyang warlocks, partly originated from Xia Kingdom's witchcraft and Maoshan art, and partly originated from local indigenous witchcraft.
Although he came from the lower Maoshan Mountain, he has always regarded himself as a member of the Daoist system of the country, and looked down on those who rubbish the Daoism. Similarly, the Nanyang lineage is also hostile in various ways out of some strange psychology.
"Crackling blah! blah blah!"
Yaga was unequivocal, and took the lead in attacking, pointing at the opponent and chanting a spell.
Xuankongzi has been in Hong Kong Island for a long time, and he usually does fortune-telling and housekeeping. He has too little experience in actual combat against the enemy, and he immediately fell into a disadvantage. He only felt a chilly air rushing towards him, and his skin felt as if being pricked by the breath, the pain was unbearable.
"How dare!"
After all, he also had some ability, and shook out a paper bag from the cloth bag.
Peng!
A pack of crimson powder was scattered out, covering the whole body. In an instant, there was a crackling sound on his skin, like the kind of fine explosion when something is thrown into a boiling oil pan.
At the same time, a small black creature fell off his body and piled up at his feet in an instant. The person in charge looked up, good guy, it's a black meat worm!
But Xuan Kongzi didn't wait for the pain to disappear, he moved his hands together, pulled out a talisman with his left hand, and took out a small bottle with a thick off-white liquid in his right hand.
"go!"
With a wave of his hands, the talisman burned into a ball of black fire, and in an instant, the flowers scattered into a black rain.
"..."
Yaga's complexion changed slightly, obviously knowing the goods.
This is called the Yin-Yang Corpse Poison Method. After being hit, the flesh of the whole body will rot quickly, reaching deep into the bones until you die. He didn't dare to neglect, he directly took out a small leather drum and stretched out his hand to clap it.
"Boom!"
"Boom... Boom!"
The sound of the drum was very strange, not loud, but very dull and depressing, as if beating on the heart every time. Yaga controlled the little ghost with the sound of drums, and two invisible ghosts flew into the air, tearing and howling, and swallowed the black rain completely.
He took advantage of the situation and continued to beat the drums.
"not good!"
Xuan Kongzi was shocked, he didn't expect the opponent's little ghost to be so powerful. Panicked, he only had time to shake out a talisman and stick it on his body.
"laugh!"
In almost a second, two puffs of black energy emerged from his body, he retreated a few steps, and fell to the ground with a plop.
"Hahaha! Maoshan technique is nothing more than that!"
Yaga retracted the kid, grinned, and saw the translator who was dumbfounded, and shouted: "Tell him, don't miss a single word!"
"oh oh!"
The translator came back to his senses, and stammered, "He said that Maoshan technique is nothing more than that."
"Too much deceit!"
Xuankongzi became mad with embarrassment, as soon as he slapped his hand on the bag, he was about to use all his strength to amplify his moves. As a result, the person in charge ran over and stopped him, "Two masters, two masters, listen to me!"
With a sincere attitude, he pretended to be the real thing, and said: "Both of you are invited by us to cast out demons and exorcise ghosts. From this perspective, you can also be called companions. Our goals are the same, and we will learn from each other. That's good, don't hurt your peace. In this way, I will take you there immediately, to be honest, if you have energy, you can't deal with your own people, but deal with those ghosts."
"snort!"
Yaga is not afraid of Xuan Kongzi, but she is very afraid of Xia Kingdom's Daoist forces. Since someone is fighting, she is unwilling to fight again. Xuan Kongzi's strength was already inferior, and when he was given a step, he even borrowed the donkey to descend the slope.
…
Beijing, Tangshan Hospital, uh, nearby.
In a large room, Chao Kongtu is teaching a crash course in catching ghosts to a group of young and old Taoist priests.
"You are all backbone disciples of various sects with extraordinary strength. It is absolutely no problem to deal with the current ghosts. Therefore, I will not fight against each other. Each has its own way and method. I will just talk about how to force the ghosts out. The human body. Once a ghost possesses the body, it will merge with the living soul of the person. There are three methods to drive away... "
He paused, picked up a piece of paper turtle first, and said: "The paper turtle pecks ghosts, take the talisman paper and cut the turtle, prepare a water basin, yellow paper, burn the yellow paper into the water basin, recite the spell to exorcise ghosts, and the paper turtle enters the water , you can climb up on its body and peck out the ghosts."
Then, he picked up another oil lamp and said: "Lamp smoke turns ghosts, catch a green snake, dip the lamp grass in the snake's blood, and dry it in the shade. Use this grass to light the lamp, put it on the head, burn a talisman, and the ghost will come Being sucked into the smoke. Remember, this technique has a disadvantage, the ghost turns into smoke, it is very easy to use the smoke to escape, or immediately possess another body, so see the smoke change form, kill it quickly!"
Finally, he picked up a pottery jar that was empty at both ends, and said: "The pottery is used to refine ghosts. Take a red cloth and wrap it around the bottom. Take a few drops of the blood of the living, drop it into the jar, and burn a piece of talisman." , keep adding water. The more water is added, the tank will heat up like a fire, and if the bottom does not leak, it means that the ghost has entered the tank. If the bottom leaks, it means that the ghost has escaped."
After Chao Kongtu's introduction, he said: "I will explain these three methods in detail one by one. Each has advantages and disadvantages, and it all depends on one's own mastery. I am most proficient in the paper tortoise method, so I will start from this..."
He really has nothing to hold back, and he pours everything into teaching.
If this was in ancient times, it would be a great crime, ranging from expulsion from the mountain gate to death. The Taoist priests below knew this very well, and they also admired it more and more.
Soon, Chao Kongtu finished the class, and said: "I met you for the first time, and there are differences in sects. However, each sect has fellow disciples in Qiyun. In this way, they are also Taoists. Right now, ghosts and monsters are in the world. It is the time for our generation to slay demons, and we hope to work together to live up to the coming of our Daomen's prosperity!"
"Been taught a lesson!"
Everyone looked solemn and saluted together.
"It's quite a dignified appearance, the generation of Douzhuo!"
The atmosphere here is solemn, but sarcasm and teasing words suddenly came from outside the door, everyone was immediately upset, before they could react, they saw a person walking in from outside.
He is of medium build, with straight eyebrows, except for the aquiline nose, which makes him look more ferocious. This person is wearing a purple cassock, which is as long as the calf, with long sleeves, and there is a gossip pattern embroidered with gold and silver threads.
When Chao Kongtu saw the clothes, he frowned.
In the Zhengyi sect, Gao Gong wears a yellow cassock, and the purple cassock is only worn by the abbots of each sect. This person is probably, hehe...
"Are you that stray dog?" He cupped his hands, his tone sincere.
"court death!"
In a word, the person who came was enraged, and he tried to do something with a wave of his sleeves, but he paused and held back forcefully, "Hmph, don't use your tongue. I am Zhang Ziliang, the sixty-fifth generation of celestial master! "
hum!
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
Recall that more than ninety years ago, on the eve of the founding of the Xia Kingdom, there were two real thousand-year-old families who lived overseas. One is Yanshenggong Kong's family, and the other is Longhushan Zhang's family.
Both of these two families have gone to Nanyang and established their own roots.
The Kong family will not show it for the time being, just talk about the Zhang family. At that time, he was the 63rd generation of celestial masters. He established another celestial master way in Nanyang, which was inherited by his nephew after his death, so he became the 64th generation.
However, Zhang Jintong was supported by the government and claimed to be the 65th generation celestial master, so both sides kept talking, saying that he was orthodox. A few years ago, the overseas man passed away, and Zhang Ziliang succeeded him.
In terms of seniority, Zhang Ziliang is still Zhang Shouyang's younger uncle.
This person is young and vigorous, just in time for a great change in the world, he wants to return to Longhu Mountain and take back the Tianshi Mansion. He may have great abilities, but he is far inferior to Chao Kongtu when it comes to speaking skills.
"The sixty-fifth generation? Ha, Danwan Xiaoguo, Sanwu's subordinates, you have always been playing around in the enclosure, but now you think you have a clear mind, and finally came back to pay homage."
Hey!
After all, Zhang Ziliang had some temperament, but he didn't get angry, and asked, "Who are you?"
"Maoshan, Chao Kongtu."
"Okay! I won't care about you for now. After I defeat the Tianshi Mansion and take charge of Zhengyi, I want to see what kind of face you have?"
"You, in charge of Zhengyi?"
Chao Kongtu was surprised and didn't respond immediately. The other party didn't look stupid, but where did he get the confidence to say this