I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 112 Producer Royal Banner

Chen Qingyuan felt a strange breath coming from all directions. He looked around and made a quick decision. He went the other way and came to the center of the mass grave. He touched the teardrop with his right hand and put the two-meter-long square table on the ground with a thud. The teardrop was like a treasure chest. His hands kept taking out incense, paper money, cinnabar, peach wood sword and other things from it.

The convenience of teardrop mole is really beyond words.

Ordinary items can be stored safely.

The altar was set up in a minute.

In addition to encounters, fighting can also involve rolling up sleeves and fighting each other face to face, and observing the altar and skills from a distance.

Chen Qingyuan recalled an early movie set in the Republic of China period. In the movie, the one who had a magic altar in the fight was the more powerful. If the strength of both sides was similar, it would depend on who had the higher altar.

He could imagine himself traveling to this world, getting into an argument and admitting defeat, and then taking out the altar...

Empty your mind of random thoughts...

Chen Qingyuan lit candles and incense and stood in this mass grave. The first things he faced were corpses and dead souls.

He put the iron bucket aside, picked up a stack of silver paper, lit it and put it in, then bowed and said, "I would like to borrow your resting place today. Please forgive me..."

The silver paper burned thoroughly.

This means the dead souls have no objection.

Chen Qingyuan pierced his index finger, letting the blood flow out. He wrote a spell on a piece of yellow paper, folded it into a triangle, and inserted a stick of incense into it, making it look like a triangular yellow flag. He looked at the still trembling corpse and said loudly:
"Zhou is the most outstanding emperor in the morning. He is so kind and generous. He is as hot as smoke in the sky and as bright as the sun. Wucheng is like a divine sword. It swallows Qing'a with its tranquil light. Luhe is overlooking Danjing. Yunmen is majestic and majestic. Qifei is connected with strange covers. Lianwan is also full of demons. Six days cross the north road. This is the home of ghosts and gods. Hurry up and obey the command."

The Soul-Calming Mantra. Reciting this mantra can calm your own soul or the souls of others.

With the blessing of the blood from the fingertips, the spell became more powerful and the corpse slowly stopped shaking.

Chen Qingyuan raised the small talisman paper flag and continued to chant, then he gently stepped on the ground with his left foot: "Zhang Adong's ancestors, if you want to escape from the predicament and rest in peace, please come to the altar quickly!"

The rotting corpse leaked a lot of disgusting liquid, and stood up twistedly, walked to the altar and knelt down. Even though his trachea was gone, he could still make a sound in his throat: "Zhang Xiuren, born in the seventh year of the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, died in the 36th year of the Republic of China. I beg the master to help me escape from the sea of ​​suffering and no longer suffer here day and night."

Still a Qing Dynasty person...

Chen Qingyuan said loudly: "Zhang Xiuren, tell me your date of birth!"

The corpse could feel that it could not hold on for much longer, so it hurriedly spoke out its fate. It had been trapped in the mass grave for too long, and could vaguely sense what was happening to its descendants. It asked, "Master, is there something wrong with my descendants?"

Chen Qingyuan took out a piece of wood from the teardrop mole and quickly carved out Zhang Xiuren's name and birth date with a knife.

"Yes, you have a descendant named Adong. His parents are mentally ill... also called insane. He inherited his parents' illness. In order to suppress the disease... he paid a lot..."

The corpse said in a shocked voice: "Insane? My ancestors and I have never had that..."

Chen Qingyuan understood and said, "You are sitting next to me, and someone is using your luck to nourish himself. I am setting up an altar to fight him in a one-on-one duel..."

The corpse quickly sat down on the rock next to him: "Okay, I am sorry for being rude."

The changing times and different clothes made the corpse Zhang Xiuren clearly aware of the passage of time. He did not dare to be arrogant with his identity as a scholar...

Since the "blessing" of the first commandment, the soul has been restored, and the "Lushan Zhengong Sutra" was obtained when breaking into tombs to complete tasks.

Chen Qingyuan could feel that every inch of his skin and every piece of flesh from head to toe were evolving. His strength was growing, his mind was becoming clearer, his hearing and eyesight were sharper...

This is the process of refining oneself and laying the foundation before refining essence into qi.

This foundation-building method is not very common in online novels.

It means to refine all unfavorable factors in oneself and build the foundation for cultivation with the most perfect body.

All the moles on his arms disappeared, and his skin color became even and uniform, just like the beauty and smoothing effect was turned on...

Chen Qingyuan took out a new candle, lit it, carved a spell on it with a knife in his left hand, smashed it hard into Zhang Xiuren's grave, and shouted loudly: "The raging fire removes the filth, break!"

The candle fell into the pit and instantly ignited the feces, which exploded! The ground shook.

Chen Qingyuan's stomach was churning, his head was swollen, and he used fire to force his way out, but he didn't expect the taste to be so strong...

……

Kowloon ancient house.

The spirit tablet of Zhang Xiuren in front of the old man started to burn automatically, making crackling sounds.

"Asshole, how dare you go against me? Don't you know the rules?"

In the Feng Shui world, if you want to dismantle someone else's Feng Shui, you usually have to give them a heads-up and discuss it. If you do it without discussing it, it will turn into a life-and-death feud...

That's what made him angry.

He casually knocked the burning spirit tablet to the ground and said gloomily: "No matter who you are, if you start this game, you will bear the consequences of Zhang Xiuren's actions!"

The old man took out a long nail and slowly cut the skin on his wrist.

Blood dripped onto the table.

The long nails dripped with blood and wrote curse words, and then he slapped his hands hard and actually inserted the long nails into the table!
Lotus mountain.

The incense and candles on Chen Qingyuan’s altar went out with a sound!

The palm of my left hand was stinging unbearably. I lifted it up and saw a red dot about five millimeters long, as if something invisible had penetrated it...

Then a red dot appeared on the palm of my right hand.

There was an extra red dot every five centimeters on each hand, spreading from the palm to the wrist, then to the arm, and gradually to the shoulder...

Damn it...

What a domineering magic.

Chen Qingyuan guessed that it was probably because he had come into contact with the tomb that he had some kind of connection with Zhang Xiuren, and the other party had directly followed Zhang Xiuren's lead and cursed him...

He took a deep breath.

He took out the sword case from the tear mole, opened it, and revealed the large and small swords inside.

He took the small sword and stabbed his wrist without saying anything. The blood flowed. Then he took a roll of white cloth and spread it out. He passed the tree branch through the cloth, and it looked like a white flag...

execration.

The blood slowly soaked the white flag and turned it into a red flag.

Chen Qingyuan looked at Zhang Xiuren: "Are you willing to join my... cough, Emperor Banner? The world has yin and yang, the magic weapon in my hand is masculine and can ward off evil, but it has nothing but the extreme yin and dark..."

Zhang Xiuren was sitting nearby, afraid to disturb Chen Qingyuan's practice. Hearing these words, he couldn't believe it and pointed at his head: "Ah? Me?"

Chen Qingyuan nodded and said, "You don't have to be afraid. People have three souls and seven spirits. When they die, the seven spirits disperse, leaving three souls, namely the heavenly soul and the life soul. The heavenly soul returns to heaven, which is the innate qi. The earthly soul is consciousness, which is the will of a person. The life soul is the essence of the mother, which is the qi of the blood..."

"I only want your Heavenly Soul to help me, and I won't touch your Life Soul or Earthly Soul."

Zhang Xiuren didn't understand, but his intuition told him that the young master in front of him would not harm anyone.

After a slight hesitation, he said, "Okay!"

Without saying a word, Chen Qingyuan raised the blood-red long banner and waved it in the air, half singing and half saying: "Zhang Xiuren, ah Zhang Xiuren, born in the seventh year of Guangxu, eight characters..."

(End of this chapter)