C17

When he came out, he saw Old Wang drawing something randomly in the hall, but he didn't have anything in his hands. He just happened to be done, so we left immediately.

Old Wang's road, we took a taxi out of the city and got off near the suburbs. I followed Old Wang around the place for a long time, surrounded by dense woods. At this moment, he could actually see the moonlight shining through the tree branches. The environment had become much brighter.

Not far away, we stopped in front of a small temple. He raised his head and looked at the plaque. It was indeed the Earth Treasury Temple. Walking in, it was pitch black.

Old Wang walked forward familiarly and lit a candle. There was a glass bottle on the old table in front of him with a talisman stuck on it.

"You are quite lucky this time. If I did not bring them here first, would you have been able to survive until now?" Old Wang said as he continued doing his own things.

I was stunned. "Those bandages that night …"

"Those were the consequences of your own failure to keep your promise. However, those were all illusions. You only heard their voices calling you."

Hearing his explanation, I sighed helplessly. You tortured me like this just because I was hallucinating.

Then Old Wang told me to sprinkle the ashes I'd brought from their quarters on the glass bottles and go out to find trees to carve tablets.

It's late at night, and I'm bare-handed. How can I settle this? He just threw me a little jump knife and let me get it over with.

Forget it, it's for my life after all. He took his machete and ran into the forest, searching for a long time, but to no avail. In the end, he found some dead trees on the ground. They were quite big, so he quickly grabbed them and ran back.

In the middle of the process, I continuously used a jumping knife to cut the shape. I've never done this before, so I can only randomly do it. However, when I ran back to the Earth Concealing Temple, I realized that even if I cut off a layer of the surface, the trees would still look the same.

"Is it done?" Old Wang asked when he saw me coming back. In front of him, he had placed a altar on the old table. It looked just like what he had seen on TV.

When he saw the wooden log in my arms, he shook his head helplessly and stepped forward. "Forget it, just give it to me." I quickly handed out my two hands and saw Old Wang put the piece of wood on the table. He moved his hands steadily in a horse stance on the ground.

The wooden log was sent flying. There was a talisman in his hand that seemed to be reciting something as it quickly swept around the wood. By the time he had retracted his momentum, the wooden plank that had landed on the table had already turned into a carved tablet.

I was flabbergasted as I looked at the scene before me. No wonder Zhou Zheng had used such a magic trick to describe the scene. He really didn't look like an ordinary person at all.

Old Wang completely ignored me. He took out a brush and wrote two names on the tablet. I leaned forward and asked, "Master, how do you know their names?"

"Nonsense, I've helped you with this matter for so long. If I don't even know about this, how will I guarantee your safety?" Old Wang replied.

I tactfully shut my mouth. I had seen so many incredible things happen to him, so it was strange for me to meet him again.

When he was young, Old Wang placed the tablet on the table, lit a stick of incense, and burned some dark paper. He also took a bunch of white paper money and hung it on my back collar, telling me to kneel down in front of Ksitigarbha and sincerely repent.

Closing his eyes, he could no longer see what Old Wang was doing. I only heard the sound of a sword. I saw the peach wood sword on his table earlier, and not long after, the sound of chanting scriptures sounded. Along the way, I would kowtow to the tablet and Ksitigarbha from time to time.

After an hour or so, I heard Old Wang's call and stood up.

"That's it?" I asked curiously.

Old Wang replied, "It's fine for now. Sigh, I don't know if I owe you or not. If it wasn't for this urgent situation, I wouldn't know how long it would have been since I did anything excessive."

"Hey, if you have the ability, why don't you do it?" I pressed.

Wasn't that the truth? It was unknown how many lives and how many deaths there were every day in the world. Actually, Old Wang's industry is pretty popular too. He can easily earn a lot of money with his business.

But he said disdainfully, "What do you know? I am a disciple of Mao Mountain, and the Tao technique I learned was to exorcise demons and defend the Dao. I will defend the righteous and defend the evil. "It's a righteous thing to read scriptures about the dead and die, but if I do it, wouldn't that lower my status?"

Cough cough, I don't know what he's talking about. Mao Shan has heard of it before, but a sect …

"Just how many sects are the people who cultivate the Dao divided into!" The topic immediately piqued my interest, and I immediately followed up on my victory.

Old Wang turned around and looked at me with his crafty eyes. "What?" "You wish to learn?"

"That's great!" I answered directly.

Who would have thought that it would turn into a giant chestnut, and then he said, "You can learn it just because you say so? The True Sect was originally a branch of Mao Mountain, but afterwards … "Hey, why am I telling you all this, I'm playing the lute to a cow."

I...

"From tomorrow onwards, before midnight, you will kneel and kowtow three times towards the southwest, burning a stick of incense. Seven days later. " Old Wang instructed.

I nodded, as if I understood something.

When he was done, I started back. It was after five o'clock. I was tickling the wound on my neck. Old Wang, who had caught sight of the scene, asked, "What's wrong?"

I quickly lowered my hand. "It's fine."

He won't let me scratch him, but I don't know if I was bitten by a mosquito in the woods when I went out looking for wood to make a memorial tablet. I was feeling a little, and I just scratched it. Only when he left the Earth Treasury Temple did he feel itchy again.

Old Wang didn't say anything, nor did he take me home. Before dawn, we went straight to the autopsy room. I knew it was to help me clean up the counselors.

Following the memories in my head, I brought Old Wang directly to the bed where the counselor's corpse was lying. He gently lifted the white cloth, and the stench hit me in the face. I involuntarily turned my head and covered my nose and mouth with my hands.

The counselor's eyes were wide open. I had been taken aback from the start. Afterwards, Old Wang had casually helped her down, saying that she would die with grievances. Forget it, under the white cloth, her stomach was still dissected and her internal organs were all lifeless. Blood and water ran down the sheets, and under the bed there were piles of them.

"You guys really are no ordinary wicked people. Do your jobs, but at least sew for me in the end." Old Wang reprimanded. "Give me a beating!"