Heavenly Curse

Mu Yi's courage was definitely not small. When he first mixed with the old road, he even slept in a mess of graves.

Picking up the axe used to chop the tree the previous two days at the door of the house, Makita opened the door quietly and walked toward the main hall with her feet padded.

The moon is thick tonight, barely visible through the surrounding doors and windows.

In the center of the hall, stands a tall figure.

When he suddenly saw the figure, Maki's heart suddenly raised it. Although he could not see the face of the figure, even a little far apart, Maki still felt the tail spine flash, and then a chill rushed over his head.

Then the shadow shook, and came to Mu Yi. Mu Yi smelled nothing but a stench, and then it was dark in front of him, and he knew nothing.

The next day, until the sun rose three poles, Maki moaned and climbed from the ground.

He touched his body first, didn't notice the wound, it was that there was still some pain in the back of his head, and the scene that happened last night came to mind.

That shadow was really too fast, and even too fast to be human. He had not seen the so-called Jianghu master, but to such an extent he had never seen it.

And he remembered that when he was in a coma, he clearly smelled a stench, which even familiarized him with, a corpse smell that was created by rotting after death.

Then Mu Yi looked toward the palace and saw only the statue of the mountain god fell to the ground at this moment. His body had been torn apart and only his head disappeared.

The loud response he heard last night was supposed to be from the statue.

It's just, who would go at a statue for no reason at all? What's hidden in a statue's head, baby? Otherwise, why don't you just head out?

But when I think of the stench I smelled last night, Maki thinks it's not as simple as she thinks.

And yesterday was the first seven of the old ways, which he had to think about.

With a focus, Mu Yi came to the grave of the old Taoist.

At a glance, Maki's heart was raised, and some of the dirt was new at the head of the old road, and even a few more footprints that did not belong to him.

Maki took a deep breath, but did not act in a rush, but turned away.

Later, Maki hurried down the mountain and came back with a large bag after noon.

Maki returned to the room carrying a large bag and opened it.

A pile of yellow paper, three or five brushes, a box of fine vermilion, a bottle of black dog blood, a bunch of red rope, two kilos of glutinous rice, seven spotted copper mirrors, a dozen large candles, a lot of copper money exchanged from the land temple beneath the mountain and some small bells, and finally a wooden sword that looked a little older.

Makayi knew enough to buy these things in the hillside towns, especially the wooden sword, which was made of fine peach wood and was old. The wooden sword alone cost him almost all his savings, and when he bought everything, he was almost broke.

Fortunately, Makita bought enough oil and salt rice noodles the previous two days to live for some time.

In the eyes of the world, Taoist priests are dedicated to ghost hunting. Mu Yi has followed the old ways for so many years, and the method of ghost hunting has not been done twice at a time, so he is also familiar with the door. Although he has never caught ghosts, let alone knows what they look like, but every time, the old ways are very serious.

Together with what happened last night and the knowledge in his mind, Maki instinctively did it, although he didn't know whether it was going to work or not.

Maki had two quick bites of last night's leftovers and started to get busy. He first split the glutinous rice in two, half in a basin, half spilled around the house, and didn't even let go of the palace.

Pastoralism then wears copper coins and bells with red lines, hanging them from windows and doors, especially temple doors, which are more dense and numb.

But it was just the beginning, and Maki arranged seven spotted bronze mirrors over the hall based on the location of the seven stars in Beidou, and carefully debugged them to exactly one point.

The dozen candles were also placed in the palace by Makiya according to the Gossip of the Nine Palaces. Once lit, the top seven mirrors converged these lights, pointing directly to the center.

After doing this all the time, Mamei blocked the mirror with a black cloth, but made a small organ. Once it touched, the black cloth would unravel. After all, only the most critical moment could be used to kill, and it was always exposed there, and no one would take it for granted.

It's only a pity that the center is confined and unable to move, making Maki somewhat sorry.

Finally, Maki put half a bowl of blood on the black dog, mixed with glutinous rice water and added ju sand, stirred it into ink.

In fact, since the old Taoist taught Mu Yi to read, painting charms and such things became his work. For this reason, he was beaten up by the old Taoists. Although he felt that his paintings were just a little worse than the old Taoists and could be used at all, the old Taoists were harsh enough to be harsh.

Just as the so-called cultivation can coincide, exercising down day after day has allowed Maki to draw even close his eyes, but even then, he will only have five and a half charms.

They are the charity, the protection, the exorcism, the township, the demon chopping, and the other half is the five thunder charms.

After Muyi burned incense pure hands, he took a few deep breaths and pressed down the restlessness in his heart, perhaps because of the lack of obedience, Muyi this time unprecedented seriousness, he felt that his refinery God had signs of sublimation.

The pen grip, ink stain, pen to the dragon snake, instantly a charm appeared in front of Mai Yi.

Even until the token was painted well, Maki didn't react, just staring at the token.

This is a amulet. Mu Yi doesn't know how many have been painted before. Even if he closes his eyes, he can paint a little bit, but this time, Mu Yi looks at this amulet and has a strange feeling, but the specific reason why he can't say it is that the one in front of him seems more natural and harmonious than the previous ones.

Makita shook her head hard, pressed the mess on the bottom of her heart and continued to draw.

Three amulets, ten exorcisms, and ten demons.

This is Maki's final result, not that he doesn't want to draw more, but that the charm consumes too much mind, and that there may be action at night, he needs to leave enough mental strength.

I don't know why, Mu Yi then painted the Qu Yi no longer has that feeling. Although the painting is still very standard, it can even be better than before, but once compared to the first one, it suddenly feels different.

Too bad old Daoist is dead now, nobody explains it to him and tells him why.

Mu Yi thought about it, and Jane put the first symbol on her chest. As for the ten exorcisms and the ten demon charms, he put them in his left and right pockets.

Finally, Maki came to the hall and began to live, until the sun slowed down.

After dinner, Makita lay in her clothes on the bed, the axe was placed by his hand by the bed, the peach wood sword hung between his waist, then he closed his eyes and breathed slightly at the nose.

“Gu... gu gu. ”

“Gu... gu gu. ”

At night, the cat laughs and wakes up easily. In fact, he doesn't sleep very deeply and can wake up as long as there is a little breeze outside.

When he woke up, Maki looked down at the window, basically judging by the position of the moon, at about nine to eleven o'clock at night.

Although he knows something called a pocket watch, it's not something he can afford.

Makita washed her face with cold water and then snuck up to the hall with an axe. At this moment, although she could barely see it clearly, the hall still had a sense of shadow and terror.

Finally, Makita squatted in the corner shadow near the entrance to the temple and breathed as lightly as possible.

A little bit of time goes by and the laughter of the Night Cat comes from time to time outside, seemingly symbolizing some sort of scandal about to happen.

“Ding Ling Ling! ”