The moment the scroll was rolled up, the doors and windows were blown open.
An even stronger gust of cold wind rushed out, sweeping across the courtyard. The frightened birds that were originally hovering above the old pine tree flapped their wings and flew away.
In other courtyards, maids and servants shuddered suddenly and looked at the trees, flowers and plants swaying wildly around the courtyard in horror. Their faces turned pale and they hid in their rooms in panic, not daring to come out.
Zhou Zhen stood under the eaves, stroking his hair and beard, looking towards the side yard. He was actually a little panicked. In an instant, he was pulled into the room by his worried wife, who yelled at him, "Are you going to die?"
With a bang, the doors and windows were closed tightly.
Side yard.
Pine leaves fluttered down in the courtyard. A huge ghost with a green face and fangs, with thin cheeks and a long tongue, fell over the wall. As soon as it landed on the ground, it stepped back several steps and hit the wall, causing the bricks to bulge outwards a little.
Before it could recover, a shadow crawled over the wall. As the big ghost looked up, a pale arm stretched out from above. The scarlet nails instantly pierced into the messy hair and pierced the green skin.
Phew~~~
With a sound like leaking air, a stream of white smoke rushed out from the top of the big ghost's head, and the giant green-skinned body staggered a few steps. A shrill scream came from the white smoke and resounded throughout the courtyard. Then, with a sound like paper tearing, the green-faced and fang-like head was forcibly split apart by the beautiful figure lying behind it.
In an instant, the big ghost and its torn off head turned into thick smoke.
The cold wind dispersed the white smoke and swept away the fallen leaves on the ground. It rose up and stood in front of the scholar holding the scroll, revealing a graceful figure and bowing slightly.
"Sir."
The Taoist came over with the bowl of cinnabar tea, and all the water stains were shaken out. As the thick smoke dispersed, there were scraps of paper all over the ground, and the outline of a paper man could be vaguely seen.
Sun Yingxian smacked her lips.
“It’s really cruel.”
The silhouette technique uses inanimate objects such as water and paper to transform into beasts, ghosts, and other servants that can be controlled by the caster. Although their strength is not strong, they can't be torn apart like this.
Even if Sun Yingxian went up, it would take some effort. Looking at Nie Honglian over there, he felt a little worried.
… Rakshasa ghost, if you follow Lu Liangsheng to practice in the future and transform into Yaksha or Shura, if one day…
… Then there is really no one who can cure it.
As he was thinking, the scroll suddenly hit him on the head. The scholar over there turned his head and said with a smile: "Why are you still standing there? Help me find where that person is."
"You tell me!"
Sun Yingxian waved away the scroll on her head, took a gulp of the cinnabar water, took out a strand of red thread from her cloth bag, twisted it around her middle finger, and picked up the scraps of paper that the big ghost had turned into.
puff!
Cinnabar water sprayed out of his mouth, pouring on the red thread and paper scraps. He pinched his fingers and his lips trembled rapidly.
"Imperial decree, all the wandering ghosts and gods in the world, listen to my command and see their forms!"
The word "Ling" fell, and the fingertips touched the red line. The silk thread ran along the fingers and became straight, extending forward. Sun Yingxian stood up and took a step back, and the middle finger tied with the red rope trembled rapidly in a certain rhythm.
Lu Liangsheng stood there quietly and watched for a while. He had heard the Taoist talk about his master before. It seemed that he was from some big sect. Later, he became a master and settled in Liangya Mountain to practice Taoism. He was an authentic Taoist and was good at slaying demons and eliminating evil. He was unmatched by other Taoists.
“Found it!”
After a while, Sun Yingxian suddenly turned his head, with cinnabar red still hanging on his lips, and the Taoist grinned proudly: "That guy is in this city, you follow the red line pulled by my magic power to find him and beat him up!!"
"Just find it."
Lu Liangsheng turned around and looked at the pretty figure next to him. Hong Lian nodded. She knew what the scholar meant without him saying anything. She flipped up her long sleeves, and a gust of cold wind blew up.
"Maintain the red line!" Lu Liangsheng reminded again, and began to accelerate with the stomping of his feet. His body jumped onto the wall. With his cultivation, his eyes could naturally see the flow of magic power that others could not reach. He stepped on the courtyard wall and moved a few times, landing on the street. His figure stepped again and rushed to the top of a house.
Looking down from the night sky, among the lights of thousands of houses, a black shadow was stepping on the roofs and tiles, rushing left and right, rushing towards the other side of the city, occasionally cracking the tiles and causing a burst of dogs barking.
Woof woof woof… Woof woof…
Rows of lanterns swayed in the night wind on the long street. In a team of horsemen holding torches, the leader heard the abnormal barking of dogs, suddenly tightened the reins to stop the horse, and instinctively looked up at a roof in front of the street. A black shadow flashed by at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see.
"It's him..."
The horse's hooves turned, and the man with four long-handled knives on his back, a whip and a thin scabbard on his waist was seen. He was none other than Zuo, the former captain of the Fushui County. His martial arts had improved greatly in the past three years, so his eyesight was naturally sharper than that of ordinary people. He could see the familiar outline of the figure leaping over several houses at a glance.
"Captain?" One of his constables spurred his horse and came over from behind.
Zuo Zhengyang turned his head and said, "It's okay." He frowned and then ordered, "Don't go back to the government office for now. Follow me for another arrest."
"yes!"
The constables immediately held their swords, clasped their hands, kicked their horses, and ran after the chief constable in front of them.
at the same time.
To the west of the city, in a large courtyard, Zhang Dongming and his wives and concubines stood under the eaves, nervously looking at the altar in the courtyard. The candlelight flickered, and the Taoist Yangming was casting a spell.
"Master, do you think Cheng'er can get the elixir this time..."
The old man patted his wife's hand and said, "Master Yangming is very powerful in magic, so he should be able to do it."
As he finished speaking, there was a bang and fire splashed from the altar. Taoist Yangming, who was casting the spell, leaned back abruptly and took half a step back before stopping.
Zhang Dongming's heart tightened and he couldn't help but speak.
"Real person..."
Over there, the Taoist raised his hand to tell him not to speak, grinned, showing his teeth, and spat.
"I have some experience, Master Zhang, don't worry, I was just careless for a moment."
As if he had noticed something, he sneered: "How dare you use your magic power to spy on me?" He flipped his hand, and his palm brushed across the bowl of blood on the altar, and a yin-yang fish pattern suddenly condensed on the back of his hand.
"… God, listen to my words. The villain in the dark is causing trouble. Seal his eyes."
He stomped his foot hard and pushed his palm towards the candle, and a string of flames surged.
…
"oops… "
In another direction, Sun Yingxian's eyes were red, as if she had been smoked by smoke, and she gritted her teeth.
"How dare you, my old mother, use this trick on me!"
With one hand he maintained the red line, and with the other he grabbed the cloth bag, picked up a few yellow talismans and held them to his mouth, making gestures.
"I'll fuck you too!"
The yellow talisman with the word "imperial" floated up in the air without wind and hung on the red line.
…
"Why-"
Taoist Yangming screamed, and his eye sockets were black, as if he had been punched twice, from the left and right.
In a rage, he used his magic power to connect with the red line that was spying on him, and sent a message with the magic power: "I am thinking of you as a fellow Taoist and don't want to harm you. If you are stubborn and don't understand, I will really take action."
"I am not afraid. If you have the ability, come over here!" Sun Yingxian's roar was also heard from the other side.
Under the eaves at the side of the courtyard, Zhang Dongming and his wife nervously looked at Master Yangming who seemed to be talking to someone in the courtyard. Of course, the couple could not hear the conversation.
"This real person should be asking for help from the gods, right?"
"Maybe... The real person has great magical power, and they probably can't resist him."
In the courtyard in front of the field of vision, Taoist Yangming stopped talking to the other party, his face was terribly gloomy, he shook off the dust, sat down cross-legged on the cushion, his lips moved rapidly, and he muttered to himself in a coquettish voice.
The candlelight flickered, shining on my face.
Next second.
The Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, his face suddenly turned as red as burning charcoal, and a trace of anger gradually overflowed from his body, illuminating the entire courtyard. Then, he stood up, swept away the dust, and shouted: "Fire!"
The fire energy quickly swept past along the magic thread that ordinary people could not see.
laugh…
Tsk tsk…
Sun Yingxian in the other courtyard had sweat all over his face, dripping down desperately. While maintaining the red line, he was also chanting magic spells. However, the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe still lit up with sparks, burning countless small holes that spread towards his body.
"Hiss... It's so hot... This guy is practicing the art of aversion to fire..." "Lu Liangsheng, you are really born by the deer, so hurry up."
In an instant, his trouser legs and robe sleeves burst into flames. Sun Yingxian gritted his teeth, cut off his magic power, fell to the ground, and rolled around frantically to fight the fire on his body!
"It hurts... This Taoist and you, a demon Taoist, cannot coexist. Wait for me... It hurts..."
At this moment, in the large mansion located in the west of the city, Taoist Yangming, who seemed to have known the outcome, dusted off the hem of his robe and looked up at the night sky in the direction of the person who was against him.
He laughed grimly: "Haha... I'll settle with you after I get the elixir!"
He walked to the altar, shook off the dust, picked up a few pieces of paper, and flicked them: "Go and get the elixir quickly..."
rustle…
Whoosh whoosh…
Just as he issued the decree, the trees in the courtyard swayed wildly, and a biting cold wind blew in from the east wall.
The rows of lanterns under the eaves swayed wildly, and the whimpering sound of the wind made the couple feel creepy.
"What's going on?"
"Master, why is there such a strong wind suddenly blowing..."
Over there, Yangming Zhenren waved his sleeves, hurriedly put down the Dharma Realm, turned back a step, and looked in the direction where the Yin Qi was accumulating.
"Humph, I didn't expect that person would also use evil spirits."
The Yin-Yang fish in the palm of his hand was pushed suddenly into the dark wind. There was a loud bang and a ball of fire burst into flames. In the darkness, a woman's figure floated down. Her green face seemed to have only a head, and it flashed away in the darkness.
Zhang Dongming and his wife were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they huddled together against the corridor pillars.
At this moment, the two men and the Taoist in the courtyard seemed to sense that there was someone else and turned their heads subconsciously.
A slender figure descended from the courtyard wall. He was wearing a long green robe, with a double fish pearl pendant hanging from his waist, and holding a scroll in his hand.
As he approached, he smiled at the Taoist.
"My name is Lu Liangsheng. May I ask if you are the one who did the strange things in Zhou Mansion?"
Behind the scholar, the darkness seemed to be twisting and fluctuating. A huge silhouette was looming in the black outline, and the extremely low tiger roar came over like a wave.
For a moment, Taoist Yangming's face showed solemnity, then paleness, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid from his temples to his chin.
"What... is this thing... does it have to be so big..."