My life was saved by Master, so no matter how dangerous it is, I have to do it for Master. But in fact, I am very scared. I am just an ordinary person, and I am also afraid of death. It was not until this moment that I understood that heroes are not that good.

Yes, if I had a choice, I would rather never be a hero and just be a passerby, passerby A or passerby B.

Master took a small cup of paste and chased after me. I understood what he meant. If anything happened to me, he would be by my side and he would be able to help me immediately.

I was afraid that I would lose the courage to act if I thought too much, so I quickly dug out some paste and smeared it on the back of a talisman, and pressed it against the big camphor tree with a "pop" sound...

I didn’t feel any unusual aura, and there was no movement from the big camphor tree. My master and I looked at each other in surprise. Did the demon tree give up its resistance completely? It’s really unreasonable! The people watching from a distance were obviously relieved.

, anyone with a little common sense knows that after using talismans to suppress the evil spirit, it will be like a buffalo being pierced through the nose, and it will not be able to change the world.

I applied paste while applying it. I moved very quickly. In less than two minutes, I pasted more than a dozen talismans on the big camphor tree. There were them in all directions. It went smoothly as expected.

The master had some doubts on his face, but he still turned around and said loudly: "Come here and chop down the tree, you can start now!"

The villagers looked at me and I looked at you. Not only did no one move forward, but they were trying to squeeze back. Most of the people present had seen what happened last evening. Fan Qiang just peed and was tortured.

He had to fight to the death, the screams rang through half the village, and he was still unconscious. Who could not be afraid?

The master said: "The tree spirit has been restrained by my talisman and can no longer harm anyone. Don't worry, everyone, come and chop it down!"

Everyone is still cowering and not daring to move forward. I have the urge to curse, ***, I have been at the forefront of the most dangerous things. Now that I have calmed down, are you still afraid of a bird?

"I'll do it!" A person squeezed out from the crowd and snatched the ax from the hand of the person next to him. Although this person didn't have many wrinkles on his face, his hair was mostly white. He was gentle and thin, and he also wore a pair of glasses. He was exactly

Fan Qiang's father, Lao Fan, is a doctor.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and he should be the first to take action, but it would be pitiful and deplorable if something unexpected happened to him.

Lao Fan is a good person. Although he and Sheng Yupo are husband and wife, they do not believe in ghosts and gods. They never participate in god-making activities. They usually do not deceive or deceive when seeing a doctor. They are honest and trustworthy. Most of the villagers respect him. Now his son is half dead.

His wife was on the verge of madness, and this gentle intellectual was also angry. He dared to challenge all monsters and monsters.

Lao Fan strode to the big camphor tree and chopped it down without hesitation...

"Boom!"

The sound didn't sound like it was chopping on wood, but rather like it was chopping on some kind of hard stone slab. At the same time, the ax bounced. Old Fan used too much force and his body turned half a circle with the rebound of the ax before he stopped.

There was only a shallow mark on the big camphor tree, and even the bark was not broken. My master and I were stunned. Even the tree carved from stone would have cracks. Is the big camphor tree harder than the stone? Lao Fan was also stunned for a moment.

, raised the ax and struck it down hard again, this time with greater force.

"Boom!"

The ax flew out of his hand, and Lao Fan stumbled backwards, but immediately jumped up and exclaimed: "How is this possible?"

Seeing that a weak doctor like Lao Fan dared to attack a weak doctor like Lao Fan, a few relatively strong and strong men became brave and rushed over. They swung their swords and axes to chop. One of them even laughed and said: "You are really a doctor, you can catch chickens."

I don’t even have the strength..."

There was a loud bang, and then everyone was dumbfounded. No one could cut through the bark. This was obviously not a matter of strength.

More people rushed over, and someone shouted: "If it can't be cut down, dig it down. Dig it down!"

Master and I both shook our heads. The big camphor tree may be restricted in some way during the day and cannot show its power, but it has a way to protect itself. It cannot be cut down, nor can it be dug down. As the saying goes, the root is as deep as the tree is tall.

Although it's a bit exaggerated, you can imagine how deep and wide the roots of such a big tree are. There is only less than a day left, so it may not be possible to dig it down.

The courage of the villagers burst out, and fear turned into strength. Hoes and pickaxes were swung wildly, and people without tools also helped move rocks and dump soil. The whole place was busy under the big tree. Since the 1980s, when the fields were divided into households, there has been no

There has never been such a spectacular labor scene.

Not long after digging, someone suddenly dug a hole, and a smell of fishy smell made people feel sick. When the smell dissipated and the hole was enlarged, it turned out to be a deep trench with a lot of black rot inside. It was difficult to distinguish what it was.

, but there are a lot of hairs that can be distinguished, they are pig hair!

I suddenly remembered that that day I saw the butcher's wife flushing the blood and filth from the slaughter of pigs into the ditch. The ditch was flowing towards this direction. The distance was only about twenty meters. These things must have come from the water.

It flowed from the ditch.

The master also looked like he was suddenly enlightened: "That's it, that's how it came to be! The blood of slaughtered pigs flows here every day. The big camphor tree already has spirituality, absorbing a lot of dirty blood and filthy air, and its nature gradually lost its way, becoming bloodthirsty and violent.

As a result, the sacred tree that protected the village turned into a demonic tree that harmed people!"

The butcher was also present. Hearing this, he was trembling with fear. Others glared at him. Investigating the root cause, everything was caused by him. How could he afford the consequences?

The butcher knelt down with a plop: "I, I didn't mean it. I really didn't know it would be like this..."

My master said: "You did make an honest mistake, but when you built your house eight years ago, I advised you not to build it here. You didn't believe it and instead scolded me, which is why today's disaster happened!"

The butcher did not dare to speak and kowtowed to my master. Of course, my master would not argue with him and helped him up: "Kowtowing is useless. Please help dig."

One person suddenly exclaimed: "The ground seems to have become higher?"

I lowered my head and saw that, sure enough, I had just dug a lot of shallow pits, but now they were almost level with the ground. I don't know when they were raised. Everyone was dumbfounded. If the ground would automatically rise, the soil would automatically fill it.

Man, how could it be possible to dig down the tree?

A villager asked: "Mr. Zhou, can black dog blood be used to defeat evil spirits?"

The master hurriedly said: "Absolutely not. This tree turns into a demon tree by absorbing blood, water and filth. What it likes most is blood. Not only can black dog blood not break it, it will also double its demonic power!"

Everyone asked: "What should we do?"

The master took the mahogany sword and walked up to the big camphor tree, made some gestures, and then chopped it down with the sword... Still no damage at all. The master waved his hand: "Everyone, please retreat, wait until I break the evil spell, and then come back to chop down the tree."

The villagers retreated hurriedly, but the master still waved his hand to tell them to retreat. They did not stop until they were dozens of meters away. I thought the master was going to perform some earth-shattering magic spell, but the master took down all the talismans from the big camphor tree and used his

He pulled me to the table with his hands like braised chicken claws and said mysteriously: "Come on, you can draw all these symbols again."

I thought I had heard wrong, and stared at Master in astonishment. A look of shock appeared on Master's face, and he whispered in my ear: "It's not that these talismans are useless, but that my spiritual power has been dispersed, and the talismans have no power."

, now you have to communicate with the person in your body and borrow its spiritual power to draw the talisman..."

I was even more stunned and said hurriedly: "I can't communicate it, and I have never officially drawn a talisman, and I haven't even tried a hemostatic talisman. Where can I draw these difficult talismans?"

The master's face was stern: "Are you going to watch Master make a fool of yourself? Watch the whole village wait for death? If it is not destroyed before dark, everyone will die! Now the hope is on you, find a way to communicate with the demon fox,

Then concentrate all your energy and start drawing. I will teach you the secret words and tricks of each talisman. This is also a matter of learning and applying, speculating and selling now, and practice will lead to true knowledge..."

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. They are still speculating and selling. Now, even if I am burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, I still can't draw high-level talismans in one step, right? He is simply trying to catch a duck to sell.

Seeing that I was at a loss, the master added: "You draw boldly, just like copying copybooks. You have won the first prize in calligraphy. There is no difficulty in drawing the gourd and ladle according to the gourd. The appearance of the runes is almost the same.

'The talisman has no formal shape and uses Qi as its spirit'. As long as you can borrow its spiritual energy and have enough spiritual energy and mental strength when forming evil spirits, the talisman will have power."

There were hundreds of people watching and waiting. I couldn't escape even if I wanted to, so I could only say with a grimace: "But I can't communicate with it at all!"

"You calm down, concentrate all your energy and thoughts, think about what it looks like, and recite its name. When you feel good, you can start painting."

It sounds quite easy, but I really "hate" Master's practice of changing generals at the last moment and rushing ducks to the shelves, so I said angrily: "I have never seen what it looks like, and I don't know its name!

"

"Ah..." The master was stunned for a moment, but soon showed the evil smile that an old magician should have, "This is a great meritorious deed. Killing a thousand-year-old tree demon, saving more than 400 people in the village, doing good deeds on a daily basis

Even ten years can't accumulate so much merit. Well, well, you will definitely find a way. From the day you came back, I felt that you were an opportunity to resolve the disaster."

I rolled my eyes angrily. If I could do it, there would be no need for him to coerce or induce me. Myself and my loved ones were both in danger, so how could I not try my best?

I closed my eyes and began to concentrate on thinking about the demon fox sealed in my body, but it was difficult for me to calm down. The expectations of my master, the safety of my mother and other relatives, and the terrifying power of the demon tree were all so high that I had never imagined.

Difficulty talisman, there are hundreds of people staring at me... I am a big man!

I really have no impression of the appearance of the demon fox, and I don’t know its name, what it likes and dislikes, and I have never had any emotional communication with it. In fact, I have always been afraid of it until

I felt relieved after Master said it would not harm me, so until now I have no good impression of it. It is strange and distant to me.

Time passed by, and I didn't sense the existence of the demon fox. Instead, I became more and more nervous. The more nervous I became, the less able I was to concentrate. All kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind, and my heartbeat and breathing became faster and faster. This
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