Yin Yang Luban Mantra

"Old Jin, your car is too crowded, why don't Brother Yan and I take the bus?"

"Oh, so what do you pay attention to, how can the bus be as fast as mine?"

"But your car is really embarrassing. The whole car is beeping everywhere except the horn!"

"What do you know, kid? My car is an antique and has historical value!"

"Others are fine, but the important point is that yours is a motorcycle!"

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Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng, two big men, were sitting on Lao Jin's small broken motorcycle, and their buttocks hurt from being bumped under the sun.

Lao Jin didn't care at all, he rode fast against the wind with a cigarette in his mouth.

Along the way, he ran through red lights, rushed when he saw pedestrians, and even dared to press the drain to turn. You said his driving skills were good, but Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng were really scared and said he was not good at driving skills Well, it actually sent the two of them to their destination smoothly all the way.

After getting out of the car, Long Feicheng ran directly to the grass on the side of the road to vomit. Although Yan Shouyi didn't vomit, his expression was not very good either.

Lao Jin got out of the car with a smile, patted Long Feicheng's back and said: "It's like this the first time, next time I'll be gentler."

"Go away!" Long Feicheng pushed Lao Jin away, wishing he could push Lao Jin's broken motorcycle into the ditch right now.

Yan Shouyi slowed down for a while, and looked at a small path beside the road. The path twisted and twisted, but eventually led to a dilapidated and abandoned factory.

That's where Zhou Mingyuan's dharma altar is located.

"Old Chen's soul is hidden here?"

Lao Jin squinted his eyes and looked at it.On the way here, Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng told Lao Jin the ins and outs of the matter. As soon as Lao Jin heard that Chen Dawei had the accident, he immediately said that even if he did not owe Yan Shouyi a favor, he would help him. .

"Zhou Mingyuan used to be a disciple of the Lushan Sect. He was good at raising ghosts. Let's go in later. You two will follow me just in case." Yan Shouyi reminded.

Although Long Feicheng had a lot of opinions on Lao Jin's driving skills, he still gave him one of the exorcism charms at the bottom of the box for self-defense.

The three of them followed the path to the outside of the abandoned factory, and walked around the outside. The door was locked, and only the windows on the second floor were open.

Yan Shouyi easily climbed up to the second floor, while Longfeicheng carried Lao Jin on his back, let Lao Jin climb up first, and then the two of them worked together to pull Longfeicheng up.

"There must be something wrong with this ghost place, it's eerie!" Long Feicheng shuddered and complained.

"A place that can be used as an altar by Zhou Mingyuan must be a place where Yin and evil gather together. Don't scare yourself."

Yan Shou sniffed, but he didn't smell anything strange, so he let everyone go down with confidence.

Long Feicheng asked again: "Brother Yan, your nose is so sharp that you can even smell ghosts?"

"What I smell is not a ghost, but a corpse. This place doesn't even smell like a corpse. What kind of ghosts can there be?" Yan Shouyi replied.

"I see……"

This was originally a textile factory. After the closure, the boss went overseas, and the workers emptied the factory's equipment and sold it to pay back the cost.

Now the factory is in a mess, all kinds of garbage on the ground are thrown away randomly, and it is still covered with a thick layer of dust.

But there was only one corridor, which was a little bit cleaner. Yan Shouyi looked around, and at the end of the corridor, there was a statue of a god, and in front of the statue was a burnt incense candle.

"It should be there."

Yan Shouyi walked in the front, Lao Jin followed closely behind, Long Feicheng held the Leifu Palace in his palm, and the three of them came to the room at the end of the corridor.

"The door is locked." Lao Jin said with a frown.

Long Feicheng laughed: "Just smash it open, Zhou Mingyuan is dead anyway, and no one accused us of trespassing."

"It took too much effort to smash it."

Yan Shouyi took out a pair of golden scissors from his satchel, held the scissors and said:

"I beg the Jade Emperor of the Underworld, the Lingxiao Palace will shine brightly, hurry up and hurry up, please hurry up, please Jinxiaoyunxiaobixiao, the Queen Mother is coming soon, borrow the golden scissors, land and cut the hemp rope, the hemp rope is cut one after another You are not merciful, if there are wizards and evil cults who come to use the law, and the thunder from the sky will strike you, I sincerely ask the six stars of the Southern Dipper and the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper, and I will be as urgent as the law of the Supreme Lord!"

After chanting the incantation, light came out from the golden scissors. Holding the scissors, Yan Shouyi easily cut the big lock on the door!

"What the hell!"

Long Feicheng was shocked: "Brother Yan, what kind of scissors are you, you can cut such a thick padlock if you want to cut it??"

Lao Jin laughed and said: "This is the 'Golden Knife and Sharp Scissors Curse' taught by Lu Ban. Although the scissors are golden, they are actually made of golden nanmu. Metal, if it’s anything else, even a piece of paper can’t be cut!”

Yan Shou nodded: "Old Jin is right."

As the inheritor of the ancient medical school, it is not surprising that Lao Jin knows so much about the Luban Sect. Yan Shouyi is not worried that they know the content of the golden knife and sharp scissors curse, because they know more about it. Really use the golden knife sharp scissors curse.

"Don't gossip, go in later and be careful!"

As soon as Yan Shou finished speaking, he kicked open the door and looked into the room vigilantly.

Fortunately, there is only one room inside, and the furnishings are simple, so it can be seen at a glance, and it doesn't look dangerous.

The windows in the house were hung with thick curtains, and there was almost no sunlight coming in from outside; there was a long table in the center, on which were placed tributes, incense candles, and a memorial tablet of Lushan Jiulang, which was Zhou Mingyuan's Buddhist altar In front of the altar, in addition to the futon for meditation, there are three black gourds with red strings tied to the gourds, and a yellow Taoist talisman wrapped around the cork.

Yan Shouyi had seen this black gourd before, and it was in Zhou Mingyuan's hands. Zhou Mingyuan used this black gourd magic weapon to house evil ghosts and dead souls.

"It seems that there is no danger, let's go in and have a look together."

When the three entered the house, Long Feicheng relaxed his vigilance, walked around, and then slapped the tribute on the altar, cursing:

"If Lushan Jiulang helps Zhou Mingyuan to do bad things, it's not a good thing, and he wants to eat tributes, I'm sorry!"

Lao Jin smiled and said: "Their ancestors have been so cold for a long time. It is useless for you to scold them, because what they have passed down is only will. Besides, Mr. Jin Yong said that there is nothing wrong with martial arts itself. What is wrong is People who practice martial arts."

Yan Shouyi squatted in front of the futon, looked at the three black gourds, and said, "Uncle Chen's soul should be inside."

"But which gourd is it in? If we open it rashly, it is very likely that the remnant soul inside will be blown away." Lao Jin was in trouble.

"It doesn't matter, I have a way."

Yan Shou whistled, and the wooden bird got out of the satchel, jumped vividly, and jumped in front of the black gourd.

It pecked one by one, and turned its head to listen carefully to the sound, finally stopped in front of the gourd in the middle, and looked at Yan Shouyi.

"That's it."

As soon as Yan Shou picked up the black gourd, he felt that a major event had finally been settled.

As long as he returns to the hospital with the black gourd and borrows Lao Jin's help, Chen Dawei will definitely be able to wake up safely, and the most important thing of his trip to Rongcheng will be completed.

Long Feicheng asked: "What about the remaining two gourds?"

"Take them away too, and if there is a chance, return these souls to their masters."

Yan Shouyi picked up all the three gourds and stuffed them into the satchel. Long Feicheng was surprised to find that the three black gourds were clearly going to fill up the satchel, but after Yan Shouyi stuffed all the gourds, the satchel There was no change at all.

Is there another world in the satchel?

Just as the three of them were about to leave, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside the door.

The three of them were startled, who would come to the abandoned factory at this time?

The other party obviously has something to do with Zhou Mingyuan, maybe they are allies!

Without saying a word, Lao Jin crawled under the table of the altar, but his huge body and the small altar couldn't hide him at all.

While panicking, Yan Shouyi suddenly pasted a Taoist talisman on the heads of the two, and ordered:

"Hold your breath for a while and don't make a sound, people who come will not see us, remember!"

After speaking, he also pasted a Dao talisman on his head, and then stood against the wall.

After a while, people in the corridor came to the door.

It was a young man in a white suit. When he saw the door was opened, he couldn't help but let out a "huh".

Seeing the black gourd in front of the altar disappear again, the young man's expression darkened.

What he couldn't see was that on both sides of the altar, Yan Shouyi and the other three stood upright holding their breath.

"Damn, the soul was stolen!"

The young man cursed angrily, kicked the altar over, turned his back and took out his mobile phone, dialing a number.

Taking advantage of this time, the three of them took a quick breath, and Lao Jin was especially hard-working, his face was flushed from the suffocation.

"Hello? We are late, the souls collected by Zhou Mingyuan were stolen!"

"In a few days it will be my wife's grandpa's [-]th birthday, and I don't have enough souls to collect. How can I stand out among so many descendants?"

"Damn it... the text message Liu Weiwu sent said that Zhou Mingyuan was against Zhou Mingyuan, the security captain of Shanghang Art School. He was the one who killed my third brother. Maybe that kid was the one who stole the soul!"

"Forget it, grandpa's birthday is important. That kid named Yan Shouyi will deal with him slowly afterward. You should hurry up and contact other people. You must help me get enough souls, otherwise you will be the one to watch!"

"What? Can't be done? Say it again? You——say—again? Is there anything you can't do in front of me, Bai Yusheng?!"

The young man hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, stayed in the room for a while, spit on the scattered altar, and then walked out slowly.

As soon as he left, Yan Shouyi and the others appeared. Lao Jin and Long Feicheng were panting heavily, looking at their appearance, they almost suffocated to death.

Yan Shou breathed evenly, and seemed to be able to handle it with ease, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

That young man just now is from the Bai family, and his name is Bai Yusheng—the one that Zhou Mingyuan said could help him return to the Lushan sect?

How could this big man be so young?

Why is he capable of controlling the Lushan faction?

What troubled him the most was that he had killed the bastard of the Bai family and had opposed Zhou Mingyuan, and Wei Ge had actually reported them all.

It is conceivable that he will soon face the revenge of the Bai family.

Fortunately, Bai Yusheng's wife and grandfather are about to celebrate their birthday, and the Bai family has no time to care about other things.

It was impossible to leave Rongcheng, and he was still waiting for his father to be released from prison in December.

"It feels like something is not going well." Yan Shouyi said to himself.