Republic of China

Chapter 9: Ghost Forbidden Technique
The history of scolding has a long history and does not distinguish between national boundaries and nationalities.

The main thing is to let the opponent break through the defense.

Judging from the results, the engineer who loves horses but kills chickens is very successful.

Calling a human mother a flower girl, hehehe, and finally calling her dead, it seems that neither a human nor a ghost can bear it.

But the engineer reacted quickly enough. When he knew that he had caused a big disaster, he immediately stepped out and hid behind Kang Muang.

Theater workers on three floors inside and three floors outside quickly dispersed when they saw "Liu Banxian" going crazy.

We were chatting well at first, but why did we become anxious when we were anxious?
Haha, oh, what does it mean?
The scene was very chaotic.

Zhao Sanyuan, who was standing low on the wall, picked up the gong and prepared to take action.

However, he soon discovered that the situation had changed.

Kang Muang was seen taking a few steps back while protecting the engineer, pushing up his glasses frame for fear of being pulled down.

Severe myopia plus flash.

Without glasses, you are no different from a blind person.

'Liu Banxian' roared and pressed forward step by step, the whites of his eyes filled with ferocious bloodshot eyes.

He must have been really pissed off.

crucial moment.

Kang Muang rolled up his cuffs and pinched the first joint of his fourth finger with his left thumb, like a sharp spear point.

The orthodox Taoist method of banning ghosts!

"fight."

With a soft drink, at a speed faster than that of 'Liu Banxian', he touched his forehead and heart with his hand gesture.

In an instant, dark blood spurted out from 'Liu Banxian''s nostrils, and he fell backward helplessly.

Looking from a distance, everyone thought it was Kang Muang who had given 'Liu Banxian' an electric cannon.

But Zhao Sanyuan in the corner knew the pros and cons, and couldn't help but look at the new accountant with admiration.

When I was a child, I saw my master once using this trick. It was one of the killing techniques used by the masters of the North and South Dao Sects.

It is not difficult to learn the trick.

The difficulty is that there must be a method in the tactic, which requires practitioners to practice and accumulate for many years in order to have such power, otherwise it will just be in vain.

Little did they know that the accountant in the engineering team was hiding secretly.

If you have this ability and go out to find some shitty monk or Taoist priest, why don't you just do it?
"Is this done?"

Liu Banxian sat up from the ground with a pale face, looking a little weak.

First, Zhao Sanyuan gave him two words.

Later, he asked the ghost to speak.

Finally, the ghost was completely dispersed by Kang Muang's Ghost Forbidden Technique.

Not to mention normal people, many yin and yang gentlemen cannot bear this set of misfortunes, at least they have to be paralyzed in bed for ten days and a half.

But what was slightly different from before was that this time the matter was indeed done, but not completely.

It's not his fault, it's really a communication barrier, and the engineer who killed the chicken just added fuel to the fire and made the ghost angry.

Li Dongzhi stepped forward to help Liu Banxian up and recounted what had happened with a sigh.

"Master, now that you know the ghost's identity, can you think of a way to bring him to consummation?"

When he heard that the matter was not done, Liu Banxian felt a little depressed.

Suddenly he remembered what the old master said when he opened the school.

Nothing can be done if the four are separated from each other.

It's talking about certain days.

Sili is the day before the spring equinox, autumnal equinox, summer solstice, and winter solstice; it is the day before the beginning of spring, the beginning of summer, the beginning of autumn, and the beginning of winter. It is the time when the four seasons intersect and the seasons change and the yin and yang are chaotic.

For ordinary people, weddings and funerals cannot be held on these days.

And for strangers among the people, it is even more impossible to do things, otherwise everything will not go smoothly or there will be a bloody disaster.

Today happens to be the day before the beginning of autumn.

Liu Banxian agreed to Li Dongzhi's invitation because of the critical situation. After all, three people were dead.Unfortunately, facts have proven that the rules and principles left by our ancestors are useful.

"Ugh"

"Mr. Li doesn't know something. If ordinary ghosts cause harm to people, I can handle it. Just follow the normal process. But if the lonely ghosts who are not Yanhuang want to enter the underworld, they need special documents to be promoted to the city god. I will do it from now on. I haven’t tried it, so I don’t know if it works.”

Strictly speaking, although the three folk traditions are a mixture of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, witches, immortals, shamans and other strengths, most things still belong to Taoism.

In the Taoist tradition, everything is inseparable from expressions, just like the world is inseparable from rules. Without rules, there would be no circle.

Apprenticeship, there is a list of apprenticeships.

Returning yin, there is also a form of returning yin.

To pray, there is a prayer table.

And just being able to read and write is just a formality.

It must be combined with the seal to take shape.

To express the past life, first press the seal of the City God, and then press the seal of the Three Heavenly Supreme Being.

After the clear seal, there is the mudra.

This is the secret of secrets in Taoist seals.

Apart from the person involved, only his mentor knows the contents of the palm seal.

Liu Banxian knew how to write ordinary essays on how to be reborn, but he could only read the essays on how to liberate foreign devils from those written by his senior brother. His memory had become blurred after so many years, and he could only remember the beginning and signature.

The size of your butt and the size of your pants will give you the ability to speak.

Liu Banxian is not a big liar who deceives the world and steals his reputation. He has real abilities.

In addition, I suffered many setbacks today. After I made my words clear, I had no shame in asking for wages and left in despair.

The situation reached a deadlock again.

By the time the mess was settled, it was already Xu Shi.

Many workers cannot sleep at night.

After all, at this time, Li Dongzhi couldn't hide it even if he wanted to, and the camp was indeed haunted.

Everyone is afraid of being confused and killed while falling asleep.

I heard that both the bald man and the old man from the third team were seriously injured and it will take at least half a year to recover.

The only person still hanging around outside was the watchman Zhao Sanyuan.

There is also the yellow weasel lying on his head, which is Huang Xiaoliu himself.

Zhao Sanyuan has long been accustomed to this.

He didn't mind Huang Xiaoliu being lazy, he only cared about Huang Xiaoliu's biggest bad habit over the years.

Talk nonsense.

"Just now I went to ask the local Chenghuang Gong. He said that the Japanese and Russians fought a war here, and hundreds of people died nearby. They were buried by the local Yanhuang people."

"If they weren't afraid of the plague, they wouldn't bother to take care of it, so the place where they were buried couldn't even be considered a mass grave. When they died, they were hastily buried and not neatly buried. Many of their arms and legs were exposed, and a lot of them were eaten away by wolves, tigers and leopards. , the resentment is huge."

"Let it be exposed. At the very least, it has to be buried with arms and legs. It was better for those who worked in the past. They just made a big stew. Either a roll of straw mat was wrapped with all the skulls, or they were wrapped in They are all feet, and the resentment is even higher. I can only say that those who don’t know are not guilty.”

"What's terrible is that the next few fake bald donkeys were looking for the kiln sister and making offerings in front of the altar, without any respect at all."

"You thought you were reciting the Diamond Sutra? In fact, you were reciting the Golden Lotus Sutra."

Huang Xiaoliu was still nagging, and Zhao Sanyuan felt like his head was going to explode.

He doesn't really like to be taciturn on weekdays. He really doesn't want to speak. His head hurts whether he listens too much or talks too much.

Want Huang Xiaoliu to change his habits?
how is this possible.

Can a Taoism measured in hundreds of years be changed by a teenager like you?

Bear with it.

It's better than those Huang Xians who like to tie up all their disciples at every turn.

Zhao Sanyuan took a deep breath and tried to calm down his mind.

"By the way, which immortal family fell into Liu Banxian's body today?"

(End of this chapter)