"Master, you are here, we have been waiting for you for a long time..., the Cuiyuan is incredible."
The man who was talking was an old man who was nearly 70 years old, with a hunched back, almost forty-five degrees, his hair half-white, and his face full of wrinkles.
He smiled and walked to the note, shook hands with him very enthusiastically, but completely ignored Liu Tian on the side.
"I am not a master, he is..." The note was a little embarrassed, and pointed to Liu Tian on the side.
The old man was stunned, and then smiled at Liu Tian, who was dissatisfied with his face: "I'm sorry, I've admitted the wrong person, I'm old and confused."
Liu Tian was initially a little angry, but after listening to the old man's apologize, he felt more comfortable and pretended to be indifferent: "It doesn't matter the village chief, I'm here to solve your difficulties. How is your Cuiyuan now?"
Tiaozi then knew that this old man was the head of this village. At first glance, the situation of this village was really desolate enough to describe it, and it was at least twice as poor as the village he had ventured a few days ago.
The head of the village pointed directly to a small house in the village: "In the house, my hands and feet are tied tightly. The Ghost Festival is here. I'm afraid that something will happen. Now everyone in the village is panicking, so I don't dare to come out."
After understanding the current situation, Liu Tian nodded his head slightly and signaled the villagers to lead the way. Although the note did not see the actual situation, he also guessed the general situation from the phrase just now. The ghost possessed, it looks like it is not an ordinary ghost, otherwise Wouldn't invite people over so far away.
Walk about forty steps to the alley of the village, turn left, and there is a dilapidated small house. The village chief said that the green garden is in it.
"The village chief, when was she the evil one?" Liu Tian asked the village chief with a solemn expression.
"The day before yesterday!" the village chief replied immediately, "we went to the mountain to chop wood, and didn't come back overnight. It was already like this when we found him."
"Understood..." Liu Tian groaned and slowly pushed open the door of the house. A strong evil spirit appeared from the cracks of the door. This kind of breath could not be detected by ordinary people, but he was awakened with spiritual power. For sensory people, the smell is so pungent that Tiao Zi and Liu Tian can't help but cover their noses.
And through the cyan fog, the strip saw the whole picture of the house clearly.
This is a house where wood is piled. The ground is yellow straw except for the wood. It is dusty because the house has not been cleaned for too long.
The woman named Cuiyuan was tied to a thick pillar by Wuhuada, her eyes closed tightly, as if she was falling asleep, while her supposedly white skin was covered with black silk strips and looked terrifying. From a point of view, if you cut in from the perspective of a sliver, there is a layer of dark mist outside the skin, covering the woman's body in all directions.
"Master, if you have the patience, you can cure it. Last time the Taoist leader had an eye gouged out by this woman. We are all scared and dare not approach..."
The village chief said tremblingly, and the villagers were standing outside the house. They were timid and didn't even dare to get close. It took a lot of effort to tie the woman's five-flowered flowers, and let the assisting Taoist lose one by the way. Only eye.
"You all go out, close the door, and be ready for black dog blood. No one will come in without my order!"
The villagers obediently followed what Liu Tian said, and within a few minutes, a pot of black dog blood was brought by the village chief.
In order to prevent accidents, Liu Tian also asked the villagers to lock the door of the house to prevent the threat from spreading. Liu Tian drew two red thread balls and a few vermilion iron nails from his backpack, and threw one of the red thread and iron nails to it. Sliver.
Wool is not something for knitting sweaters. It is the most commonly used red thread among Taoist priests. It has been soaked in the blood of black chickens for a long time and has the effect of driving away evil spirits and repelling evil spirits. Cinnabar nails are commonly used objects to build formations. It seemed that Liu Tian wanted to build a formation first and then capture the ghost.
"Turn the line along the surrounding walls, you know."
Of course the note is understood. This is a simple ghost-binding formation to prevent evil creatures from escaping. Use red ropes to enclose the inside of the house. Even if ghosts leave, they will be trapped in the space enclosed by the red ropes. The more, the stronger the guard, and his next task is to use up the line.
According to Liu Tian's request, the strip started the line of the red rope in a counterclockwise direction. Whenever it reached a corner, the cinnabar nail was nailed down, and the rope was wound three times in the middle of the nail and then turned to another wall.
And Liu Tian also did the same thing, except that he surrounded the house clockwise.
After the formation is completed, there are three circles of the strip and four circles of Liu Tian, forming a total of seven circles. This level of protection is sufficient to deal with the evil spirits.
Being cautious, the note also cross-posted two talisman seals on the door panel. They are all cyan exorcism charms, and the effect is more than twice that of yellow.
"Zhang Tiao, this time we are capturing ghosts, not destroying ghosts. If you kill the whip, you won't be able to make it, so wait a little while you do it to preserve the vitality of the ghost to the greatest extent."
Faced with Liu Tian's reminder, Tiaozi nodded, expressing that he understood that Liu Tian also believed in Tiaozi's strength, and without being too wordy, he poured a large pot of black dog blood prepared by the villagers on the woman named Cuiyuan.
Tiaozi was dumbfounded. Liu Tian's actions were really straightforward and rude. Usually, the Shamans would try a little bit of black dog blood before they tried to react. As a result, Liu Tian splashed all the dog blood as soon as he came up. This is to directly annoy the rhythm of the ghost!
The Cuiyuan woman named Cuiyuan was awakened by the sudden stimulus, her eyes widened, the evil spirit of her body suddenly dispersed, and a white smoke emanated from her body, which was produced by the reaction of black dog blood and evil energy. The smoke is thick, indicating that the ghost is extremely evil.
With the volatilization of the black dog's blood, the woman suddenly became violent, her body twisted rapidly, and the rope that bound her was torn.
"This ghost is really fierce! Okay!" Liu Tiansi didn't feel nervous, but worked vigorously, hurriedly drew out two yellow symbols and landed on the woman's chest at the same time.
Jin Mang flashed, the woman roared, and the black air in her body vented out, slamming Liu Tianji onto the wall a few meters away.
The woman's body worked hard, and the hemp rope that bound her torso's thumb cracked, and her body was free again!
"Not good!" Tiaozi exclaimed, drew out the peach wood sword and slashed at the woman's head. However, the woman grabbed the tweed wooden sword with her hand, and squeezed the blade into pieces... ...
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