I descend into the world of heaven

The air at the scene was a bit solid. Uncle Feng thought he was well-informed, but he had never seen this scene before.

Moreover, I heard from the older generation in Maoshan that the gods suddenly stopped appearing in the Republic of China. It has been seventy or eighty years since this year. Not only can they not be able to communicate with the gods, they can't even contact the ancestors who became ghosts and immortals in the past. It's like running away...

Not only did the gods disappear, but as time went by, everyone's magic gradually weakened.

Take the thunder in the palm as an example. According to old books, the thunder and lightning in the palm sound like thunderbolts. With one blow, the demons and monsters will be wiped out upon contact. But now when using palm thunder, blood is used as a guide, and the palm is smeared. Unless it hits the target at zero distance, it will only make a sound...

Although the two generals in front of us have not yet become official gods, they are also protectors of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, comparable to ghosts and gods.

Unfortunately, Uncle Feng has never seen it once since he was a child. Every July 15th, the gate of hell opens in the world.

Those lonely ghosts came out to look for their relatives and begged for incense, candles, paper money and various kinds of sacrifices. Elder Maoshan really wanted to know what happened, so he cast a spell to stop a few of them and asked about the situation in the underworld. Unexpectedly, these lonely ghosts seemed to have selective amnesia, and they lost all memory of the underworld. They only knew that they had to go back before the gate of hell was closed.

The souls of the wise uncles and uncles formed a team to leave their bodies and follow the lonely ghosts into the gates of hell. Once there, they disappeared like mud cows into the sea without a trace, which is really frightening...

I thought that no god would appear again, but the increase and loss of the two generals clearly appeared.

Chen Chu bent down to pick up the fire sign and the shackles. The things that were originally ordinary handicrafts seemed to have been remade and became more refined. The fire characters on the surface of the fire sign were more vivid and the golden dragon pattern was more delicate. The shackles are like two circular holes dug into a rectangular lace board, which seems much simpler.

The monk was stunned. He had been knocking wooden fish all his life, and of course he could see that the two ornaments with no spiritual power suddenly became magical.

Thinking back to the fact that this young man just asked for weapons to increase the damage to the second general, do they know each other?

The monk clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Since the benefactor has a fate with General Zengsheng, how can the poor monk be the one who blocks the fate? He just takes it away. I just didn't ask the benefactor's name?"

Chen Chu responded: "Master, you don't have to be like this. My name is Chen Chu."

The monk was shocked. If he could control these two words at the beginning of a dollar, no wonder he dared to come to blackmail... To borrow something, he felt very uneasy. It took him a while to calm down: "It seems that everything has been destined for a long time. Donor Chen, please hurry up." Take it away..."

It's not that the monk doesn't want to make friends, but he knows the level of his structure. If you can't fit into some circles, don't be too tough. Otherwise, it will be embarrassing if no one cares about you. He can only endure the pain and watch them leave, hoping that Chen Chu can use them in the future. It's so easy, I can remember that I got it from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Temple.

On the way back, Uncle Feng fell into a long silence. He stroked the jade pendant hanging around his neck, and then looked at the two weapons Chen Chu held in his hands, the fire stick and the shackles. The fire stick was used to arrest prisoners, and the shackles They are used to lock up prisoners. They are highly targeted and good things...

The elders on Maoshan Mountain have not seen the gods in seventy or eighty years. When Chen Chu went to the temple to burn incense and say a few words, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the Dharma Protector, rushed over to feed him. This is not too much. What is too much is that , you, a Taoist priest, go to Buddhist territory to get things, and they seem to welcome you...

Uncle Feng felt that he had to find a way to visit the superintendent's office in the police station. According to his understanding of his old partner, Superintendent Ma should keep the precious mirror.

At this moment, he felt something strange in his arms. It was a compass. He saw the pointer on it beating. His eyes widened: "Oh, look at the shaking of the pointer. Michiko has already crossed the sea." He reached out and patted Officer Miao on the shoulder: " Make a U-turn ahead and go to the police station, I need to do something." As he said that, he made a sneaky and obscene movement with his right hand.

Officer Miao was confused and didn't understand, but it didn't matter, he just drove to the police station...

As expected by Chen Chu, Uncle Feng went to the police station to steal the precious mirror that had been seized before. Superintendent Ma was Uncle Feng’s former partner and had long guessed that Uncle Feng would need the precious mirror. At that time, it had been secretly placed in the drawer to prevent Uncle Feng from finding the location of the treasured mirror. He deliberately left it unlocked and pulled out half of the drawer.

When Uncle Feng committed the crime.

Chen Chu sat on a chair and played with the fire sticks and shackles he had brought back from the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Temple. The officials gathered the first three sets.

He didn't know what the effect of gathering them all would be, but if he didn't put them all together, he would always feel empty in his heart, and his thoughts would be very unclear.

Thinking about it carefully, traveling through the worlds of the heavens, he seems to be particularly concerned and appreciated by the gods of various worlds, such as General Loss, General Zeng, Emperor Nanyue and White Crane Boy.

Chen Chu knew that the word "Chu" in his name was a bit harsh, but if he got attention because of a name, then in the world, everyone would have to be "Tai Qing", "Shang Qing", "Ling Bao", "Moral" and other awesome things. name. There should be something in him that the gods need, but I don’t know what it is yet?

Having said that, the worlds I have traveled through were basically in the Dharma-ending era, and were even helpless and very resistant to the existence of gods. For example, in the world of the First Commandment, a ghost and god came and died of exhaustion because of "hurrying". It is simply outrageous! Only the gods of the Curse World are slightly more active...

So far, Chen Chu has a lot of divine magic weapons.

He vaguely guessed that these things sent by the gods might be entrusted with something, allowing him to take them to the world of heavens to complete tasks, and activate or open channels for the gods to descend from within the task world.

Thinking that the situation was too big, Chen Chu was a little flattered. It felt like a great responsibility was handed down from heaven. It was something that even the gods could not do. How could he be qualified to take on such a great responsibility?

After a while, Uncle Feng walked out carrying a suitcase with a calm expression, as if he was visiting his own home. When passing by Chen Chu, he whispered: "Hurry and leave!" which directly destroyed his image. Chen Chu then remembered that Uncle Feng refused to back down in principle, but he was still quite flexible in doing things...

Night, apartment, balcony.

The reason why Chen Chu chose a high-end apartment was because it had a large balcony and was on the twenty-sixth floor.

Why choose twenty-six? Because the higher floors are rented out to others, there are a lot of people drying clothes on the top floor. There is also garbage all over the floor, and some people even defecate on it.

Two Eight Immortals tables, covered with yellow cloth, incense burner, candles, yellow paper, peach wood sword, copper coins, glutinous rice, and various materials.

Uncle Feng is on the left and Chen Chu is on the right. They each have an altar. Although they are both Taoist altars and one of the three mountains of Fulu, there are still slight differences between the altars in Maoshan and Longhu Mountain.

Uncle Feng placed the compass melted with Michiko's blood on the table.

Chen Chu gave the remaining half of the unused blood to Uncle Feng, and they poured the blood onto the scarecrows lying on the porcelain plates in front of them. Uncle Feng had a solemn look on his face. He had been studying Taoism for many years. He had used magic to fight ghosts, exorcise evil spirits, and deal with bad guys, but this was his first time casting a curse to kill someone.

Uncle Feng held a sword and muttered something. Chen Chu listened for a while, and he was actually afraid of being blamed by the ancestor, so he went out of his way to explain.

All right.

This fits his character very well.

Before the opening of the altar, Uncle Feng had already used the fuji technique to ask Officer Miao to be a jiao boy. He used incense as a pen and followed the compass guidance to roughly circle Michiko's location on the map of Hong Kong Island...

Chen Chu held a mahogany sword in his right hand and danced several beautiful sword flowers. He inserted the index and middle fingers of his left hand together into a plastic bowl filled with glutinous rice, picked out three and placed them on the head, heart and abdomen of the scarecrow.

Then he opened the box, pinched out a peach wood thorn that had been polished in advance and looked like a toothpick, cast a spell in his mouth, and stirred the needle in the cinnabar ink for a few times.

Uncle Feng was not slow in his movements. When Chen Chuchu finished his preparations, he was almost there, but the needle he pinched was not a peach wood needle but a silver needle.

"Three two one, let's dive in at the same time!"

"good."

"Three! Two! One!"

The two of them simultaneously inserted the silver needle and the peach wood needle into the abdomen of the scarecrow in front of them.

A cultivator's magic power gathers in the Dantian. If this place is breached, one's cultivation will be lost. It is said that in some martial arts novels, the Dantian is used to store internal power. If it is breached, it will also waste martial arts.

Hong Kong Island, Causeway Bay, Japanese restaurant.

The so-called "Three Caves of Cunning Rabbits", in order to prevent being caught by the Hong Kong Island police, Michiko opened many stores on Hong Kong Island, some of which were her own, some of which were under the names of Jiuju and other cannon fodder, and some of which were owned by Hong Kong Island locals.

After what happened to Chen Chu last time, she didn't dare to go to the restaurant under her own name.

At this moment, in the restaurant and private room, she and Han Huanzi were sitting face to face at a table filled with freshly baked sashimi, tempura, sushi and other Japanese food.

Huan Huanzi picked up a piece of sashimi with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He chewed it twice and swallowed it. He suddenly asked: "Michiko, we have arrived at Hong Kong Island, why are we still sitting here? Why don't you take me to find that one?" Master?"

"This... I don't know where that person is. When he attacked me, his face was obscured. The soul-stirring technique has no effect on her."

"Hmph, what's the problem with this? You like to refine corpses. Just find a corpse and kill a few Chinese people on the street. You will naturally draw them out..."

Michiko stroked the three metal prosthetic fingers on her left hand. The gunshot wounds on her arm and calf were aching. To be honest, she didn't want to fight with Chen Chu so soon. Huan Huanzi was very strong, but her mental state seemed to be a little sick, and she was afraid of fighting. Suddenly, he went crazy and attacked indiscriminately, killing her all together.

She wanted to give a few words of advice.

His expression suddenly changed drastically.

He covered his abdomen with both hands, his face was extremely red, and with a whimper, he spat out a mouthful of black blood on the dining table.

Just as Huan Huanzi was about to take off her chopsticks, her hand froze in the air. With a slight stroke of her index finger wearing a chrysanthemum ring on her left hand, Michiko was immediately thrown to the side by an invisible force, smashed through the sliding door, and fell to the ground. Michiko covered her abdomen, feeling that her internal organs were stirring. She didn't dare to ask Huan Huanzi why she was so crazy, so she had to get up and sit cross-legged on the ground. She took out the hairpin on her head and inserted it into her abdomen. cigarette……