Patriarch enjoys meal

Zhou already moved the small tea table under the oil painting, and said to Zhen Nuo, "The five emperors' money tied to the root of your middle finger can be untied."

Zhen Nuo reluctantly untied the red rope and handed it to Zhou Weiran. I don't know if it was an illusion, but as soon as the two Five Emperors copper coins were separated from her body, she felt a chill creeping up her back.

"Don't you want to make an offering?" Zhou Jiran suggested to Xu Xinwen, "Go find some cooked food and set it up."

After hearing Zhou Weiran's words, Xu Xinwen went downstairs by familiar ways.

Zhou Jiran picked and picked a few talismans in his bag for a long time and stuffed Tao Jiang with a few talismans: "Be sure to save it this time." For Xu Xinwen, he really pretended that the treasure he got from his grandfather this time It's over.

Zhen Nuo couldn't help casting envious and longing eyes at the talisman in Tao Jiang's hand.

Xu Xinwen quickly ran back with a fruit plate, in which there were some small crackers piled up like a hill.

"...What is this? Would it be too casual to use these?" Zhen Nuo was speechless.

Xu Xinwen was even more speechless: "Is there something in your house that I don't know? I can't take the leftovers in the refrigerator, right?"

Zhou already put the fruit plate on the small coffee table, touched a senbei, tore off the package and stuffed it in his mouth, ignoring the two of them.

"Novices will have good luck on the road." Zhou Jiran took out his thunder wood and tapped on the frame of the painting, and all the yin energy in the study instantly disappeared into the painting.

"Have you ever seen a Chinese Ghost Story?" Zhou Jiran held up the Lei Jingmu and laughed two dimples, "I heard that this kind of female ghost is most afraid of getting her own ashes destroyed. Is it smashed?"

Zhen Nuo just wanted to say that he didn't mind, but a shrill scream came out: "How dare you!"

Zhou Jiran snorted coldly, stepped forward quickly and slapped the talisman that was quietly held in his hand on Zhen Nuo's forehead: "I'm waiting for you."

The moment the talisman touched Zhen Nuo's forehead, it turned into ashes. At the same time, a black shadow was shot out, and Zhou Jiran immediately hung the cinnabar red rope tied with the five emperors' money on Zhen Nuo's wrist.

Zhen Nuo seemed to have been drained of strength and fell limply on the carpet, unable to speak.Xu Xinwen, who was already frightened, hurried forward to help her to the back.

After leaving Zhen Nuo's body, the female ghost condensed her form, and stood pretty and lively by the side of the oil painting, lightly stroking the rose on the painting with pale fingers, and the oblique obsequiousness of her watery eyes made Zhou already aroused Goosebumps all over.

"I didn't expect that you, a little Taoist priest, could force me to leave my human body," she said with a delicate smile covering her lips, "You are really looking for a dead end, and a mere human body is a burden instead."

Zhou Jiran didn't answer, and said softly with one hand, "Get up!"

With the changes in his hand skills, a few golden talismans slowly appeared on the originally empty carpet.

It is not in vain that the hastily deployed array can trap the female ghost for a while.

Zhou Weiran's Lei Jingmu went directly towards the oil painting. He had a premonition that this painting was the key point.

"you dare!"

The female ghost screamed shrilly, but she couldn't get away for a while. Under the anger, resentment overflowed, and the study seemed to be covered with a layer of fine veil. In a trance, they could only see a little golden light on the thunder tree that Zhou Jiran waved , and then his eyes hurt, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that Lei Jingmu had been stopped.

Zhou Weiran's formation was more aggressive than he expected, and the female ghost has not yet broken free.

What stopped him was something in the oil painting.

The three people behind Zhou Weiran were so shocked by the scene in front of them that they could not speak. A dozen ferocious grimaces twisted and huddled together to protect the oil painting. They break up.

Looking at the yin, these ghost faces are all newly dead male ghosts, most of them are not sane, they just walk around the oil painting dully, and a few of them who are somewhat sane are also deeply in the pain of death, but they suffer from being unable to speak He could only keep roaring, causing those without sanity to also roar, in the true sense, howling ghosts and wolves, weeping blood.

Seeing this scene, the female ghost was very happy, and she giggled: "Good gentlemen, kill him for me! It's time for us to add new colors to our paintings."

As soon as she opened her mouth, the roar became more intense.

Zhou Jiran glanced at the happy female ghost, then at the grinning grimace eager to try, gritted his teeth and put Lei Jingmu in the formation that trapped the female ghost. There were wolves in front and tigers in back!

"Cumin, I can't move! Something is gnawing on my leg!" Xu Xinwen was so frightened that he closed his eyes and hugged Zhen Nuo and shouted.

There are also salted fish teammates holding back.

As soon as Tao Jiang heard Xu Xinwen's cry, he immediately photographed a talisman on Xu Xinwen's body.

Zhou already breathed a sigh of relief: "These ghost faces should have been killed by the female ghost, and the ashes were put into the painting after death and were driven by the female ghost. This is not easy."

Tao Jiang looked at him and asked, "Is there any difficulty?"

Zhou Ziran said: "Taoist practice pays attention to etiquette first and then soldiers. If you can persuade, you can persuade. Generally speaking, it is mainly about exorcising ghosts and suppressing ghosts. After all, death is not the real death, but the soul is scattered. Practitioners should not kill too much. Especially For these solitary ghosts who are insane after death, they did not do evil in their lifetime, and they died tragically as ghosts and were enslaved."

Zhou Jiran looked at those yelling ghost faces: "They are now... fertilizer for this female ghost."

He was able to attack the ferocious ghosts without hesitation, but he was somewhat at a loss for these ghosts that were not very lethal.

Tao Jiang thought for a while: "Where is the supersedation?"

"This question is beyond the outline." Zhou said in embarrassment, "It's not good if the psychic ceremony of transcendence is interrupted in the middle."

He didn't need to think about it, but he knew that the female ghost who was staring at him couldn't let him do it.

The female ghost couldn't break free from the formation for a short time, but after Zhou Jiran put the Lei Jingmu into the formation, she was restrained everywhere, and she was very angry for a while, screaming at the ghost face next to her, those ghosts who were originally ignorant unexpectedly He showed a bit of fear, but he still slowly moved towards her.

"Not good! She wants to eat ghosts and break the formation!"

Zhou Ji didn't care about other things, he bit his middle finger with one bite, and used his finger as a pen to quickly draw on the formation of talismans with blood, and the pen was done in one go.

As his last stroke fell, the originally rough and simple small formation had a faint golden light flowing, and its power was suddenly incomparable.

The evil spirit in the formation gradually subsided, and the female ghost lay on the ground, rolling and screaming in pain. The ghosts who were about to enter the formation quickly retreated and huddled beside the oil painting, weeping.

Zhou finally let out a long breath that was held in his chest.

"Your hand..." Tao Jiang looked at Zhou Ji and hesitated to speak.

Zhou Jiran raised his hand and saw that the blood was still flowing down drop by drop. The situation was urgent just now, he bit too hard, and he was afraid that the amount of bleeding would not keep up with the painting, so he silently recited the Bleeding Curse in his heart.

Zhou Jiran chanted the hemostatic spell on both sides to stop the bleeding. Holding up his injured hand, Zhou Jiran looked at the ghosts shrunk into a pile and said, "If you bite, you can't waste it."

As soon as he said that, the ghosts trembled.

Zhou Jiran smiled: "What are you afraid of, I will give you a free package."

As he spoke, he came to the tea table that had been set up before, removed the fruit plate on it, pulled a piece of paper from the desk and spread it on the tea table, and used his finger as a pen to draw and read: "The Supreme Commander, Chao Rugu Souls, ghosts and ghosts, all four lives are blessed..."

Seeing that the female ghost was subdued, Xu Xinwen boldly dragged the curious Zhen Nuo to the front row to watch.

Zhou already finished the drawing quickly: "Bring a glass of water."

Next to the bookshelf is the water dispenser, Xu Xinwen chose the route farthest from the female ghost and went around a long way to get the water back.

Zhou Weiran continued to chant the mantra, picked up the drawn talisman paper and shook it lightly in the air, the talisman paper burned up with a whimper, and all the ashes of the talisman fell into the water cup.

Holding the water glass, Zhou Jiran splashed the water on the ghost, and muttered softly: "Chi is waiting for the crowd, hurry up to rebirth, Chi is waiting for the people, hurry up to rebirth."

As the water drops fell, the grievances on their bodies were gradually washed away, and the grimness and numbness on their faces also faded away, leaving only sadness and peace.

Zhou stopped his hands and said with a smile: "I know you've been hungry for a long time, but the gift of free super-salvation package doesn't include the item of turning food into food to help evil spirits, so hurry up and reincarnate."

All the ghosts gathered together and bowed deeply to Zhou Weiran, then lined up and floated outside.

Xu Xinwen and Zhen Nuo watched in amazement, while Tao Jiang remained calm, but stepped aside when the ghosts passed by, and watched them go away, wondering what he was thinking.

"Damn cumin, you are really awesome!" Xu Xinwen held back for a long time in fear of disturbing Zhou Weiran, and now that it was over, he quickly gave two thumbs up to express his shock.

Zhou Jiran: "Average level!" Turning the subject, he looked at the female ghost who hadn't spoken for a long time, "It's time to deal with this one."

Zhou already picked up his inventory: "The talisman that kills with one blow is gone, and it seems violent to me to send her away with a thunderbolt tree."

Xu Xinwen scratched his head: "Didn't you say that cultivators should not kill too much, and Taoism pays attention to etiquette first and then soldiers?"

Zhou Jiran gave him a strange look: "I'm not a Taoist."

Although I use talismans to exorcise ghosts and chant spells, I am still a good young man under the light of socialist core values.

The female ghost lay quietly and limply on the ground, staring at Zhou Weiran coldly with her ghostly eyes.

Zhou already took Lei Jingmu back and thought for a while, then asked, "Apart from those just now, you also killed Ji Qing?"

The female ghost lay on the ground and simply used her arms as a pillow, and replied faintly: "You said he was killed by me, what a pity, the original cooperation was so good, I found his ashes back, and he painted well... ..." She sighed resentfully: "Oh, it can be seen that a man, as long as he is attached to fame and fortune, he will become big. He doesn't want to use ashes to paint anymore. How can this work? I don't have enough nourishment."

"So, I killed him. It doesn't matter. He can continue to paint after he dies. It's still the same as before. Do you think the flowers he painted with his own ashes look good?"

Zhou already frowned and didn't answer, unwilling to talk nonsense with her anymore, Lei Jingmu threw a faint thunder at her.

Barely resisting this blow, because the evil spirit around her was dispelled, her pretty face was instantly festered, and her red dress was also in tatters. Her voice became hoarse and harsh: "Little Taoist, you can't kill me, just wait With..."

Zhou Ji didn't let her finish speaking, so he swung a thunderbolt over the tree vigorously, and the study room became clean immediately, without any trace of evil spirit.

"It's a good time for the villain to speak up." Zhou already shook his sore arm.

"The painting...was broken?" Tao Jiang was the first to discover something was wrong.

The original colorful and strong oil paintings on the wall have become dilapidated, and the paint is mottled and falling off piece by piece.

Zhou already explained to them: "This painting is drawn with the ashes of people killed by female ghosts. After death, their ghosts are trapped in the painting by female ghosts. Rather than painting with paint and ashes, it is better to use these ghosts. The grievances and evil spirits in them. Now that they have been rescued, without the support of grievances, it is naturally like this."

"Oh my God..." Zhen Nuo looked at the last remaining oil painting in amazement.

The brightly colored clumps of paint on the outside have fallen off to reveal the original colors on the canvas.

Large areas of thick earthy brown and bright yellow outline an ordinary or even slightly old man with ravines all over his face, gray hair, and even his eyes are tired and lifeless.

This is Ji Qing's "Father".

"Huh? Why is this senbei tasteless?" Xu Xinwen was puzzled.

"Dare to eat the tribute! Spit it out! Hurry up!"

"Didn't they not eat!"

"How do you know if someone eats or not? I'm about to vomit! Did you hear me!"

Zhen Nuo and Xu Xinwen quarreled endlessly.

Zhou already stood in front of the oil painting and frowned.

Tao Jiang: "Is there something wrong?"

Zhou Jiran nodded: "Before I thought that the innermost layer of this painting was painted with the ashes of a female ghost, so she used this painting as a carrier to imprison the undead as nourishment for her cultivation. I didn't expect it to be Ji Qing's father. ashes."

"No wonder she said before that I couldn't kill her. It turns out that this painting is not her sojourn, or not entirely."