Chapter 70 How to open a forum

At this time, it is almost noon, that is, 12 o'clock at noon. This is the time when Yang Qi is the strongest in the day, and it is also the best time to open the altar.

Fragments of sunlight filtered in from outside the curtains, casting a little golden light. The temperature in the originally cold living room also increased.

Old Zhao walked to the center of the room, considered the surroundings, and then raised the suitcase to his chest. His fingers suddenly released. Just when the suitcase fell to his waist, he slammed his left knee upwards, knocking the suitcase off.

The weight of the suitcase was lifted into the air again. At this moment, Lao Zhaotou's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened. He muttered a strange and difficult-to-understand spell in his mouth, his right hand turned into a fist, and he slapped the suitcase heavily.

"Boom!" A dull echo spread out from the box, followed by a series of clicking sounds, as if Lao Zhao's tapping had activated a certain metal mechanism.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!" There was a flash of light, and four red ropes flew out from the four corners of the box, and were firmly nailed to the east, west, north, and south of the living room, quickly and accurately, without missing a beat.

After taking a look, I discovered that there was a sharp knife tied to the top of these red ropes, which was firmly inserted into the wall and submerged into the handle. It was precisely because of the sharpness of the knife and the mechanism in the box.

Only with great subtlety can the above movements be completed.

"It's done!" Old Zhaotou withdrew his hand and was pulled by four red ropes. The suitcase swayed still in mid-air, like a weird-shaped cradle.

"Yin Hui, light the fire and open the altar!" Old Zhao touched his short beard.

"Yes, Master." Yin Hui nodded and took out a box of fine sandalwood incense and a rust-red peach wood sword from his bedroom. He placed the peach wood sword on the coffee table and reached out to take out three swords of the same length.

The sandalwood incense was carefully handed to Old Zhaotou's hand. Old Zhaotou took it, clasped it with both hands, bowed to the altar three times, and then inserted it into the copper furnace.

The incense burned quickly, and wisps of strange smoke swirled around, quickly covering most of the room, making people confused about the east, west, east, and west, adding a sense of mystery.

In the smoke, only the faint gasps of everyone and the three dots of sandalwood incense were left. Lao Zhaotou sat cross-legged in front of the altar, motionless, with his hands on his thighs, not moving.

He knew what he was doing. After about ten minutes, he slowly stood up. Yin Hui, who had been prepared, quickly picked up a blank piece of yellow paper, rolled it in the cinnabar with a small wolf hair, and made a sword with his left hand.

His fingers were waving in the air, and the strokes of his right hand were flying. In just a few breaths, he completed a charm of a flying dragon and a painted phoenix. Old Zhao took Erguotou in his mouth and sprayed heavily on the yellow charm in Yin Hui's hand.

He immediately picked him up with a mahogany sword and started fighting alone in the hall. These movements may seem chaotic, but they are actually very sophisticated. Take the steps as an example, this is called "Yu Bu", and Yu Bu is commonly used by Maoshan disciples.

A kind of footwork movement. It is said that it was created by Xia Yu, so it is called Yubu. Because the footwork turns according to the position of the Big Dipper, it is like stepping on the Gang stars, so some people also call it: "

Step by step and step on the road."

As Old Zhaotou moved faster and faster, the altar began to shake violently, and even the tea table and glasses in the room began to play a percussion symphony. The flames on the two incense candles were sometimes short,

Sometimes it grows long, light yellow with a bit of blue, like a ghost from another space, swaying and dancing. The smoke makes the hundreds of gods in the suitcase appear illusory, true and false, as if they are flying in the clouds.

generally.

"Quiet!" At the end, Lao Zhao fiercely pointed the tip of his sword at an angle, passed through the flames, and hit the word 'Dao' in the altar.

"I would like to invite the three Heavenly Lords of the Three Pure Realms, Taishang Laojun, Zhang Zhaoerlang, Dongshan Old Man, Nanshan Girl, Fuxi Shennong, Xuanyuan Emperor, Thunder God Emperor, Pangu Saint King, Earth Mother Yuanjun, Jade Emperor, Hengshan Qilang, Luoshan Jiulang, Marshal Zhao of the Longhu Xuantan, Sanmao Zhenjun, five stars and twenty-eight constellations, and gods holding spells and spells to protect Zhao Deshui, the sixty-fifth generation descendant of Maoshan, wishing to save all living beings from suffering, eliminate evil spirits, avoid evil, and wish for powerful spirits. It’s obvious that thousands of calls have thousands of responses, and thousands of calls have thousands of spirits, but not one’s own spirit!”

As soon as the last word 'spirit' was spoken, the entire altar exploded with a burst of golden sparks, and a large word 'amnesty' was thrown on the floor directly below, followed by simultaneous explosions in all directions. Many Tai Chi and Bagua patterns emerged, guarding the word 'pardon' in the middle, which cannot be violated.

"It's done!" Old Zhao raised his sleeves and wiped his sweat, threw the mahogany sword back on the coffee table, and unbuttoned two buttons of his coat. It seemed that this round and round was quite laborious.

"Grandpa, drink a glass of water." Shen Feifei obediently handed over a glass of boiled water. Lao Zhaotou smiled at her and touched her little head: "Little girl, don't be naughty next time. Grandpa has a lump in his throat now." , it still smells like mustard, it’s so uncomfortable..."

"Puch..." Shen Feifei lowered her head in embarrassment and smiled.

Old Zhaotou drank the water and called Tang Yan again: "Girl, it's time for us to leave. Prepare some fast food and water and bring them in first! Remember, these Bagua patterns are your protective umbrella. Stay in God's place obediently. Under the altar, Master Maoshan is protecting you, so nothing will happen." After saying that, someone handed over a charm: "Keep it, this is the Eagle Eye Talisman, just like the spies in ancient times, as long as there is something unclean, If you get close, they will automatically burn up, so be careful about everything."

Tang Yan and Shen Feifei looked at each other, thanked, and went their separate ways. Tang Yan took some necessities and a book to kill time, while Shen Feifei dragged the entire snack box that Yin Hui had accumulated into the magic circle. Yin Hui's face turned green and white as she watched, wondering if she had done something wrong in her previous life and offended this girl. Otherwise, why would she be against him and become addicted...

Walking forward and giving a few simple instructions, Yin Hui didn't say anything more. She just glared at Shen Feifei and said, "Xiao Nizi, I'll settle the score with you when I get back!"

"Hmph, try it. If you get angry, I'll boil your bath water to a hundred degrees!" Shen Feifei put her hands on her hips and pouted.

"You are cruel!" Yin Hui finally understood that the most terrifying thing in the world is not a wolf or a tiger, but a lolita. How come there is such a big gap between two women living in the same apartment?

In this way, the two simply packed up a few necessities and went downstairs in a dusty atmosphere.

Yin Hui knew where Zhang Xiuting's cemetery was. It was the most remote cemetery on the hill behind the funeral home. Most of the entire mountain was filled with holes. She could count the tombs with photos on them with ten fingers.

The two took a taxi and arrived at this uninhabited place. Half of the mountain was so white that it looked like skeletons stacked one on top of another.

"Mr. Zhao, you..."

Just as Old Zhao was looking around for Zhang Xiuting's residence, a voice came from behind.
Chapter completed!