Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Busy for a while.

The temporary operating table has been changed to a rudimentary table.

Feng Chong held a cinnabar pen in both hands, chanting words.

Ore.

"Boy brother, be attentive!"

Bo Tzuyu, who was frustrated on the opposite side, quickly closed his eyes and assumed a five-hearted posture.

Feng Chong had already raised his pen, lit the cinnabar on the opponent's eyelids, and shouted at the same time:

"A stroke to seal the eyes."

A flick of his wrist, and another stroke at the end of his nose.

"Second pen to seal the nose."

Turn the pen again and point to both ears.

"Three pens to seal the ears."

Rotate the wrist and rub it on the lips.

"Four strokes of the tongue."

The last point is at the center of the eyebrows.

"Wubi Fengshen Soul."

After the cinnabar was applied, the nervous look on Bo Tzuyu's face suddenly changed, and the flesh on his face relaxed, as if he had entered the deepest sleep.

Feng Chong took two more incense sticks, one on Bo Tzuyu's hair bun, and the other on the monster's body. It was ignited immediately, but strangely, the two notes of incense smoke did not float up, but attracted each other, slowly drifting towards each other, and finally mixed together.

One person and one demon separated most of the cases, scented their body and smoked their incense, linking each other with each other.

Feng Chong hurriedly decided again.

"Soul Crossing!"

When the voice fell, I saw two tangled (harmonious) light smoke trembling quickly, as if something was passing through the smoke. After a while, the tremor subsided, and the smoke returned to its curl and light floating appearance.

As for the two sides of the smoke, the parasitic monsters seemed to be more and more dead, and Bo Tzuyu's sleeping face seemed to have a subtle change.

Immediately afterwards.

Feng Chong used the tip of the pen as a knife, making a fictitious stroke in front of Bo Ziyu's mouth.

"Open your tongue."

After doing all of this, he exhaled a long sulky breath, his expression was also a little languid, but he immediately cheered up, holding out a medicinal compendium, staring at Bo Tzuyu, and reading:

"Astragalus."

The room is silent.

From time to time, the wick crackled lightly, and the two cigarettes twisted and twisted (harmoniously).

After three or four heartbeats.

"Astragalus."

Bo Tzuyu's voice was reverberant, and his voice was very different from his usual tone of voice.

However, Feng Chong's expression in his eyes was rather certain, so he continued to say:

"Eu Zhong."

Bo Tzuyu learned his tongue again.

"Eu Zhong."

"Cassia."

"Cassia."

...

After the names of a dozen medicinal materials.

"Zi Xuan."

This time, there was no response for a long time.

Feng Chong waited patiently for a few seconds, finally showing a trace of joy, and quickly sketched a mark on the page of the book.

Read again:

"Three Seven."

...

Time passed by every minute.

Two sticks of incense have burned to only one-third.

The fatigue between Feng Chong's eyebrows was hard to hide, but he still managed to support it, saying the name of the next medicinal material.

"Morberry."

There was no response this time, and Feng Chong habitually wrote to mark, but suddenly glanced at Bo Ziyu.

But under the slack look of the catch, there was a strange smile hidden in the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly.

A puff of numbness hit the scalp.

"Hurry up!"

He suddenly yelled.

"The law is defeated!"

The voice fell.

Bo Tzuyu suddenly raised his head and widened his mouth to the extreme. The tongue (harmonious) head stretched out, and then the two jaws suddenly closed, and he wanted to bite his tongue (harmonious) head off.

It's close to the point.

A hand was about to arrive, pinching his teeth.

It was Li Changan, the guardian next to him, who noticed the strangeness one step earlier, and saved people with one hand. At the same time, he cut off the incense on the bun with the other.

But seeing the light smoke entangled in the air (harmoniously) shook suddenly, and then like a long whale sucking water, all the smoke rolled back, retracted into the incense of the parasitic monster, and then was pulled out by Feng Chong.

…………

The two professions of Taoist priest and doctor are usually linked together.

Qingping's great reputation in Xiaoshui is not only related to her profound Taoism, but also to her perennial free clinic in Sakon.

Therefore, it is normal to have medicinal materials in Shuiyue View.

Feng Daoshi wiped off his old face and invited Dao Tong Wu You back. After he promised a few packets of fruit, some pastries, and a few stories, he asked Xiao Dao Tong to take out Zixuan, Solanum, Chonglou, and Jing from the medicinal material library. Tian, ​​Changqing, and Xuejian each have one copy.

These six herbs, Bo Tzuyu, who was possessed by the monster just now, did not say anything, or said that he was afraid to say it.

After the medicinal materials were in hand, the almost exhausted three people didn't have the time to cook them.

Simply grind the medicinal materials into powder and knead it into a big pill.

Because of Mud's ban, he couldn't swallow, and of course he couldn't take it orally. So he had to stuff the pill through its **** (harmonious) door, and then poke his chopsticks into the monster's body.

Personnel is exhausted.

Next, just wait for the destiny.

...

Long candles burn short, short candles burn out.

I picked the wick several times.

Time passed by for a long time in the dullness.

But the demon never moved.

Failed?

Have to make people think so.

Tiredness and fruitless waiting made Li Changan yawn uncontrollably.

"Look."

Feng Chong shouted suddenly.

This method was proposed by him. Others can slack off a little bit, but he is not willing to relax his nerves.

Li Changan cheered up and stared at the past.

But when he saw it, the monster shook suddenly.

The worm's body shook apart suddenly, except for the head and tail, but also buried in the mud man. The slender torso arched out of the abdominal cavity, swaying, trembling, and dancing wildly.

The tentacles also stretched and curled up immediately, pulling the whole body of Muddy, from the internal organs to the limbs, and the skin constantly shaking, leaching fine blood beads.

Soon, the blood stained the countertop.

"Oops!"

Feng Chong panicked.

"Quickly squeeze the pill out!"

He was busy going forward, but was stopped by Li Changan's hand.

"Don't panic, wait a minute."

Feng Chong was helpless, so he had to stamp his feet in a hurry.

But gradually, the painful color on Mudman's face began to ease, and the tentacles that grew into the internal organs also slowly dissolved, and finally turned into blood and melted into Muddy's body.

Ore.

The demon's struggle finally stopped, and it curled up into Muddy's abdominal cavity, shivering from time to time.

Succeeded?

Do not.

It's not even close.

Not to mention that the monster didn't change back into a human being, but the worms were still worms, and they didn't change back into their intestines.

If you remove all the tentacles, you can get rid of the parasitic worms.

But if the bug is gone, the intestines will be gone.

Can a monster without intestines survive? Even if they can live, if they become humans in the future, can people who have no intestines live?

Bo Tzuyu rubbed his sore teeth, frowning. Feng Chong was even more upset.

Li Changan smiled and clapped his hands, ready to speak comfortably.

Where can everything be done in one step and perfect? Besides, doesn't a good start mean half the success?

Can……

"Two Taoist leaders, look!"

So what?

Li Changan quickly looked at the parasitic monster again.

I was surprised to find that this monster was like an inflatable balloon, inflating at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a short while, the slender, ring-shaped body of the insect swelled into a fleshy ball connected together.

It didn't take a few people to respond.

Those "flesh balls" contracted quickly, as if something, gushing out of the worm's body, passing through the muddy's stomach sac and esophagus, and finally squeezed out from the throat.

Suddenly.

Muddy opened his mouth suddenly.

An unspeakable boring, sharp howl set off a sound wave and spread.

But seeing the restrictions placed around him, the Fa flag was overturned, the gossip mirror shattered, and the yellow talisman was agitated into the air and sprinkled and burned.

In a blink of an eye.

The room was in a mess.

After all this was done, the parasitic monster worm retracted again. Most of the body began to turn red, wrinkled slowly, and slowly became like intestines...

The three of them looked at each other.

…………

At the end of Yin Shi, at the beginning of Mao Shi.

In front of the mountain gate, the moon is bright, and the five strange soldiers on the painted wall will raise their hands and throw all the details.

But the forest less than ten steps away is pitch black, as if the darkness has drilled from the bottom of the leaves, from the rock gaps, from the roots of the trees, layered on top of each other, intertwined with each other, stuck together with the entire mountain forest, and cast into one piece, and the wind cannot enter. , Moonlight does not enter, black as ink, as heavy as iron.

Sudden.

The boring sound burst through the mountains and forests in self-view.

Immediately, there was a "squeaking" sound in the forest in response, and something seemed to pass by between the trees and the silhouettes of the trees.

Linzi, ready to move in the dark.

At the same time.

The moonlight that could not enter the mountains and forests seemed to sink, soaking into the murals on the walls, making the grayish-white colors gorgeous again, and making the rough brushwork soft and fresh.

In a short time, the five soldiers on the mural became alive (harmonious) and wanted to emerge.

then.

They opened their eyes.

Countless piercing eyes forced to stare at the shadow of the commotion in the forest.

The wind blows and the clouds move.

The moonlight was dim for a while, and the world was dizzy for a moment.

When the waning moon floated out of the sea of ​​clouds, the cast light easily spread into the mountains and forests. The flowers and plants in the forest reflect the trees, and the branches and leaves are clear and pleasant.

Looking at the mountain gate mural again, his eyes are still closed, the color is still gray, and the brushwork is still rough, as if it was just a dream.

Only in the depths of Taoist temple.

In a divine hall with five pictures on the wall, a rickety old figure sits alone under the divine statue.

The blue lantern and the ancient scroll were silent.

Only after pinching one round of rosary, slowly recite the chant.

"The Immeasurable Heavenly Sovereign."