Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"My second uncle is just like me, he's also an idle person. I've been fascinated by the story of ghost hunting and demons in the drama, and I am used to seeking immortals and asking questions all my life. Xinxing. Learn Buddhism, reluctant to bear the three thousand worries on your head; cultivating Taoism, and can’t stand the suffering in the mountains. In the end, I have to learn people to talk about Xuan and take medicine..."

"In the midst of winter, I only wore soft old clothes, boasting that the cold and heat were not invaded and fluttering... The Daoist must also know that it was only due to the nature of the medicine. If you eat too much, it will harm your body. , He just stopped for a while... but it didn't take long before he found another expert who said he wanted to alchemy pills."

"Superior?"

When Li Changan mentioned this term, the first thing Li Changan thought of was the "real man" Zhang Dali, the vice president of the Yangcheng Taoist Association.

Wang Zifu saw the Taoist look, just smiled and said:

"There is a serious longitude."

so what? I have it too.

Li Changan didn't take it seriously, but he couldn't say it. He just waited for the following.

"The Taoist chief named Luo Yuqing, named Yunshui Sanren, and claimed to be the 14th generation disciple of Longhushan Zhengyi..."

"Fourteenth generation?"

When Li Changan heard this, he interjected.

"The contemporary Zhang Tianshi seems to have only been passed down to the fourteenth generation."

"That's why I said it was an expert...Look, here we are."

During the conversation, the two walked into a spacious courtyard. The first thing Li Changan saw was a triangular bronze furnace in the center of the courtyard, about seven feet high, and the charcoal fire in the furnace was just red.

In front of the pill furnace, there is an altar with tokens, long flags, bronze mirrors, and floating dust... everything is available. The man who performed the ritual was an old Taoist with good appearance. He was lean, with a crane-haired young face, and a long beard with a training temple hanging on his chest. He was closing his eyes and chanting and chanting.

And in the upper part of the courtyard, there are several sets of tables and chairs, surrounded by spectators. The leader is two middle-aged men. One looks nervous and looks at the pill furnace while walking back and forth, while the other sits calmly on the chair, with a faint expression. Unhappy.

Wang Zifu quickly led the Taoist priest to greet him, only to realize that the peaceful man was Wang Jing, the father of Wang Zifu, and the second uncle Wang Qiao who was walking around was the second uncle Wang Qiao of Wangzifu.

As for Li Changan, Wang Zifu only suggested that he was a wandering monk who he had made friends with. Although Wang Jing was a little skeptical, he did not delve into it. On the contrary, he asked Li Changan to sit down and drink tea and watch the old way of alchemy.

Li Changan has nothing to do with him. He was originally curious about this cloud and water.

……………………

However, there is nothing to watch.

What the old Taoist said was fast and anxious, and the ghost knew whether he was chanting or cursing his mother, but occasionally jumped out of the altar and walked around the pill furnace with the Jiugong Step quite skillfully.

So, Li Changan quickly distracted his attention and focused on other people. However, looking at it this way, he could see some ways.

In the courtyard, in addition to a few masters of the royal family, there were also many servants. Except for a few maids who served, the rest were big-waisted family members, who faintly enclosed the atrium where the old Taoist priests were, especially the several exits. They were all blocked tightly.

"Snapped."

There was a soft noise around.

Li Changan looked sideways and saw that a stick thick with a goose egg and a bundle of hemp rope was lying on the ground. A plump family was standing next to him. He shakes his face and smiles "shamely" at Li Changan, then put the stick on the stick. The twine was hidden behind him.

What kind of battle is this?

The prince costume snickered, covered his mouth and whispered:

"My second uncle insists on refining this golden pill, and it costs a lot. Ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum and other medicinal materials need not be mentioned, pearls of the Yellow Sea, corals of the East China Sea, jade of the Western Regions, deer antler of the northern Xinjiang... many treasures have also been invested. Sacrifice to the fire. Roughly estimated, the cost is probably close to one million!"

Million?

To be honest, no matter what world he is in, Li Changan has always been a person who paid little attention to money and never got rich. He really has no real sense of this number.

Before you waited for something, something happened in the courtyard.

There was only a loud noise.

"puff."

A puff of yellow smoke came out of the pill furnace, and the old Taoist immediately cried out strangely:

"Something bad!"

Everyone's eyes immediately swept over, and Wang Zifu's father snorted coldly, and turned his head to wink at the neighbor next to him, while Wang Qiao, the second uncle of Wang Zifu, had already jumped up and rushed into the field. Zhong asked eagerly:

"what's wrong?!"

The old Taoist frowned.

"Pill gas has vented."

Where did everyone in the field know what he was talking about. Dan Qi vented, so what? Wang Zifu asked Li Changan in a low voice. The Taoist priest only spread his hands. I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with this business.

Fortunately, the old Taoist did not make people wait for long, and he explained:

"This refining golden pill is originally the good fortune of the heaven and the earth. When the pill is completed, you will be jealous of the heavens. The poor Dao has done so many times in order to listen to the ignorant. But I am ashamed. Xie, has been known by the Heavenly Dao, and must send the Heavenly Devil to destroy the medicine in the furnace."

As soon as the old saying was finished, Wang Qiao hurriedly answered:

"So what should I do?!"

But the old Taoist took a few steps, stunned people's appetite, and waved his hand and smiled:

"It's okay."

"Pan Dao has a friend who is best at dealing with these evil demon. As long as you ask him for help, this pill will be safe!"

Li Changan's face was rather weird, and he wondered if it would be right next: My fellow Daoist must ask me to invite me personally, he is willing to come out of the mountain, and you wait here...

But Wang Qiao seemed to have grasped the straw of life-saving.

"Where is the Taoist chief? Hurry up and invite him over!"

The old way smiled mysteriously and stroked the long beard.

"Penglai."

The joy on Wang Qiao's face suddenly stagnated, Li Changan raised his brows, and Wang Jing sneered again and again next to him, and he was almost arrested.

Penglai, the abbot, Yingzhou, and Sanxian Mountain overseas are unknown. Not to mention that this mountain is still in the depths of the sea, even this city of Juzhou has to be thousands of miles away from the coast. How to go back and forth between them?

The old Taoist saw the look on Wang Qiao's face and laughed:

"Don't panic, don't panic. Poor Dao has its own way."

After that, he called a housekeeper, took another scroll, and asked him to shake it away.

But seeing the painting draws a vast ocean with thick and light pen and ink, there is a fairy mountain hidden in the vast blue waves of the sea, and the pavilion is hidden in the cloud and mist on the mountain, and three words are written in the upper corner of the blank space: Penglai map.

Finally, he turned his head and said to Wang Qiao:

"Just one more thing, you need to know?"

Although Wang Qiao was confused, he still responded quickly:

"What's the real person's order?"

"Pan Dao try to go back as soon as possible, but in the middle of this round, it is inevitable that there will be small spirits coming to harass. When it was introduced, it was troubled by the layman to guard the pill furnace."

"I?"

Wang Qiao opened his mouth wide and pointed to his nose.

"It's not you, who is it? Could it be that little monk?"

With that, the old Taoist priest stuffed the wooden sword, the bronze mirror, the floating dust...all the corresponding objects into Wang Qiao's arms.

Then, he took the bamboo leaves from a cluster of Phoenix-tailed bamboos in the courtyard, folded them into a finger-long boat, and shot it into the painting. The bamboo-leaf boat was immediately submerged in the painting, and it became a simple sketch of a sailboat.

"Don't guard the fire, go back if you go poorly."

He instructed again, and then flipped the sleeve of his robe, and suddenly disappeared under the blue sky and white sun.

"Look at this painting!"

At the same time, Jia Ding, who was holding the scroll, screamed. Li Changan stared at it and saw that the Penglai picture had actually come alive. The waves on the ocean began to surging, and there seemed to be people walking in the attic, and there were more people on the boat, driving. The long sail sailed to the depths of the sea waves.

"Master! Master!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Qiao almost jumped up with joy.

"Look, eldest brother, I said that real Yuqing is not a liar, but a real way of life!"

Wang Jing was also a little suspicious for a while. Could it be that the old Taoist priest is really like his second brother said, he is a living god?

I was hesitating, but saw a puff of black smoke suddenly rising, covering the sky and covering the sky above the courtyard; there was another violent wind rising on the ground, flying sand and rocks blowing so that people could not open their eyes; Or, a series of sharp children's laughter sounded , But I can only hear the sound, sometimes someone’s tea is overturned for no reason, sometimes someone is torn off the belt, sometimes someone is lifted off the skirt... For a time, the screams continued, and the hall was chaotic.

"Don't panic!"

Wang Qiao came forward and screamed.

"These are the essence of the real person's words. As long as you keep the pill furnace, when the real person returns from Penglai, the generation will naturally retreat."

With that said, several family members were greeted and handed out the artifacts in their arms one by one, leaving only a bronze mirror in front of his chest.

"As long as you protect the pill furnace today, you will have rewards for all..."

"Lang... Lang Jun!"

Wang Qiao was struggling to boost his morale, but he never thought that the Jia Ding next to him suddenly trembling and pointing to the corner, his tongue trembling.

"Why? I'll wait for a magic weapon to protect my body, whatever it is..."

He took a look.

"Bang Dang."

Suddenly standing on the spot, the bronze mirror fell to the ground and murmured.

"Little... Little Jingmei?"

But seeing the courtyard wall, a giant claw was resting on the top of the wall, and then, a giant ghost with blue-faced fangs and a head the size of a millstone poked out from behind the wall.

At this time, even the Prince's clothes could not sit still, he hurriedly grabbed Li Changan's sleeves, and hurriedly called out, regardless of his identity.

"Daoist!"

Li Changan waved his hand to signal that he was safe and not irritable, got up slowly, picked up the copper-skinned kettle from the stove next to him, shook his head, and said something that he could understand only by himself.

"The special effects are pretty good, much better than the domestically produced five hairs. Just eat the leeks without brushing your teeth, and the taste is rushed."

After speaking, he suddenly rolled up his cuffs to hold the bottom of the pot, and poured a pot of boiling water into the empty place.

"Wow!"

There was only a miserable cry, and the hot water poured out an old Taoist who was rolling all over the floor.

Suddenly.

Clouds, squally wind, black smoke, giant ghosts... all sorts of strangeness resemble dreams and bubbles will disappear in an instant, only the sun is warm, the breeze is blowing, and a few bamboo leaves are spilled into the courtyard.

Everyone looked at the old Taoist yelling on the ground, and then at Li Changan, who was fixing the cuffs of Shi Shiran, whose head couldn't turn around for a while.

It was the Wang’s Patriarch who was the first to come back to his senses. He was full of anger with a trace of complacency. He stood up to the case and yelled, “What are you still doing? He’s **** for me!”

The family members just woke up like a dream. They took out the sticks and ropes they had prepared and hugged them up. The old Taoist priests were also a gambler. They didn't resist and were obediently bound. They **** four hoofs in a few strokes.

But Wang Qiao seemed to still be unable to believe the scene before him, murmured:

"Big brother? Real person? Why is this..."

"Real people?"

Wang Jing said grimly.

"He is a liar!"

"But..." Wang Qiao looked in a daze, "Those aliens?"

"Blindfold!"

Wang Jing hated that iron could not become steel, and repeatedly rebuked.

"My golden core?"

"Where is the golden core."

Seeing that he was still obsessed with understanding, Wang Jing asked people to overturn the pill furnace. Surprisingly, it was not empty, but a letter was placed inside. He took a look, only glanced at it, and threw it on Wang Qiao's face with a sneer.

Wang Qiao took it in a daze, chanting in a low voice, Li Changan was close, his ears clear, and he heard clearly.

"This kind of wealth of the public is not a righteous thing. I have a relationship with the public, and I have taken it here and paid for the atonement for the public. It will be valid in the future. Fortunately..."

Okay, this old liar is really interesting, it's not enough to lie to people, and he plans to leave a letter to show off.

At this moment, Wang Qiao seemed to finally wake up, an old face flushed red, aggressively rushing to the old liar, and grabbed his collar.

"Where's Jin Dan?"

have to.

Li Changan rolled his eyes.

Still confused.

………………………………

That night.

Li Changan bid farewell to the palace.

When he came, he was alone, but when he went there was a big green donkey in his hand.

"You stupid donkey..."

The Taoist stroking the donkey's head.

"You don't want good food and clothes, why bother to follow me?"

Before saying goodbye, the big green donkey bit the corner of the Taoist clothes, and now he only shakes his head, making the copper bells jingle.

Not long after, mist appeared around him.

Li Changan looked up, there was already a group of Yin soldiers in front of him, bowing to him in salute.

The Taoist paid a gift, but frowned.

The group of Yin Soldiers in front of them was not the same group they saw last time. What's more important was that Yan Dabeard was not among them. Only Lou Cheng stood in the present.

"Where is Brother Yan?"

Lou Cheng had a wry smile on his face.

"The brothers who recruited and acted last night have all gone to jail."

Li Changan was taken aback.

"Why is this?"

Lou Cheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"The world knows that immortals are good, but they don't know that immortals are free, but gods are rarely at ease. Every word and deed must be in accordance with the rules, and there is no room for overstepping."

"Brother Yan killed Li Kuiqi last night?"

"Send the Yin army privately and abuse the priesthood."

Lou Cheng's conversation turned.

"Don't worry too much about the Taoist commander. Although I was sent to prison for crimes, the soldiers and horses under my command were not dismissed. I don't mean to be severely punished if I want to come to the palace."

After all, handed over a thick paper.

"What is this?"

"This is a urn book with our name in it."

With that, his solemnity was another courtesy.

"Since then, Taoist Xuan Xiao has sent out, and we will die without hesitation."

……………………………………

early morning.

Dense fog invaded the road.

The gate of Yuzhou City has not been opened, but a long line has been lined up in front of the gate.

The tea stall next to the road opened its shop early and sold tea and breakfast.

"Jingle Bell."

A string of crisp sounds, the store turned his head to look.

Oh.

Good-looking big green donkey.

It's fat, tall and strong, shiny and shiny.

The donkey's master dresses quite strangely, is a short-haired Taoist priest with a long sword hanging from his waist.

But these days, there are a lot of weird people in Yuzhou City, and the store is not surprised, but the reception is more careful.

The man asked for a bowl of tea and some food to moisturize his throat, so he stopped the shop.

"Shopkeeper, let me ask you."

"What's the strange disaster these days?"