My Master is Lin Zhengying

It is said to be a mountain, but it is actually an old slope.

Standing in front of the coffin mountain, looking around, the slope is full of tombstones, and there are graves everywhere, which is extremely desolate.

White soul flags, paper money fluttering, the howling wind, and will-o'-the-wisps dancing in the distance.

Let everyone who is close to here shudder.

Even if Nan Chen and the other three lived in Yizhuang all year round, they couldn't help but shudder at this moment.

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The coffin mountain is extremely cloudy, and the temperature is at least seven or eight degrees lower than the outside world.

It is the place with the most yin around Yizhuang.

Around the entire Renjia Town, it is one of the most gloomy and cold places.

It should be the most appropriate place to deliver the unjustly dead female ghost here.

The three of them paused for a while in front of the coffin mountain, and then began to walk up the mountain.

This road is full of graves.

The soul-calling banners waving, the ashes and paper money being blown into the air.

The smell of joss sticks and the atmosphere of terror constantly enveloped the hearts of the four of them.

Ordinary people, at night, no one dares to come here.

At this time, only listening to the text suddenly opened the mouth and said:

"Nanchen Qiusheng, let's not go inside!

I think it's flat here, so let's do it here and send her away?

This place is too infiltrating. "

Wen Cai became more and more panicked as he walked in, and he didn't really want to go deep into the coffin mountain at this time.

Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng also looked at each other when they heard this.

In fact, the two of them didn't want to go inside either.

Because this place is gloomy and too depressing.

So the two nodded.

Then I heard Nan Chen reply:

"Eldest senior brother, second senior brother, let's start here!

After sending off the female ghost, let's go back to Yizhuang. "

Qiusheng also nodded:

"Success, find a place to set up a platform, and start now."

After finishing speaking, the three of them glanced around, ready to find a better location.

This is on the half-hillside of Coffin Mountain, and there happens to be a flat land.

So the three of them came to the middle of the flat ground, moved a few flat stones, and simply built an altar.

Then, weeded out the surrounding weeds.

After finishing these, we will start to practice sending the soul.

This ceremony was originally led by Qiu Sheng.

As a big brother, Qiu Sheng is much more proficient than Nan Chen in this area.

But Qiusheng found it troublesome, so he asked Nan Chen to do it.

Nan Chen followed Uncle Jiu and also learned how to send souls.

At this moment, I will not refuse.

He nodded to Qiusheng, expressing his agreement.

Qiusheng and Wencai are at the side to assist.

Qiusheng Wencai first put the ashes and the jar containing the soul on the altar.

Using the straw I brought, I proposed to tie a scarecrow and so on.

Nan Chen put on the robe, lit the incense candles, and placed the magic tools.

Then he took three sticks of incense and bowed in all directions.

And pick up paper money and boiled and dried yin rice, and throw them around the altar:

"Everyone, young and old, folks and elders.

Passing by Guibao Land, if there is any disturbance, I still hope Haihan..."

After finishing speaking, a handful of paper money and a handful of yin rice.

As soon as the paper money was spilled out of his hand, there was an unknown wind blowing around him.