Zhong Qi closed his fetal light and could not stand the ghosts and gods. He only felt that a spell was filled with gusts of cold wind, sand and stones. In an instant, the wind and sand suddenly snarled. A osmanthus tree moved more than ten feet and was already planted in the yard.

"Miscellaneous, wonderful, wonderful, the power of ghosts and gods is really mysterious and unpredictable. I am so impressed that each unit withdraws its troops and returns to the camp..." Zhong Qi laughed and lit three pillars of sandalwood to worship the troops and horses of the various units to expel and condemn the troops.

The three cigarettes were burning rapidly, and the curling smoke rose into the void. The soldiers' noses twitched, their faces were full of intoxication, as if they were taking drugs.

But after a few breaths, the incense was about to burn out. Only the five ghost commanders pushed away the soldiers and took advantage of the remaining incense to reveal a human-shaped outline of smoke and clouds. They apologized to Zhong Qi, "The last general, please wait, thank the Lord of Fa to reward the incense..."

Seeing Zhong Qi nodded, the ghost coach from the five directions said again: "Report to the master of Dharma, the sun is about to come out, the chicken is Si Chen, and the barely waited for the sun to shine on the sun. Please give me mercy to the master of Dharma and give me a camp."

Zhong Qi thought for a while and said to the outline of the fifth regiment of Yanyun: "The ancient well can connect to Yin and Yang, and you can use this to establish a camp, but there are laws and regulations. If you follow the orders, you should not slacken off..."

After saying that, he pulled a soul banner and led Wuchang's troops straight through the hall, walked into an old pear tree in the backyard, pointed to an ancient octagonal well, and ordered the soldiers to camp.

The generals offered their promises and led the ghosts into the wells, filling the entire Ziwu Palace, and the yin wind, bad luck, and haze ghosts in each hall were all followed by the ghosts into the wells.

The so-called humans have yang energy and ghosts have yin energy. If these ghosts gather over a hundred times, they will form a ghost realm. The ghost realm is a darkness that temporarily manifests in the sun. The yin energy covers the sky and the sun, which is harmful to the Taoist in this view.

The well may be more than meter deep or several feet deep into the ground. Maoshan Shu believes that the sun cannot be seen inside, and can reach the underworld of the Yellow Springs, half of which is yang and half is yin, so it is easy to produce ghosts and monsters.

What’s amazing is that this well is also called the unpredictable realm of immortals and gods. If a person is harmed by ghosts, monsters, essences, or evil masters, as long as he hides in the well, he can avoid the calculation and hexagrams of all gods, immortals, ghosts and monsters.

Even Duan Gong's technique of avoiding death and prolonging life is recorded. If a dying mage wants to prolong his life and live forever, he should determine the soul-catching messenger in advance, and wait for the soul-catching person to hide in the well and avoid ghosts and gods, which can prolong his life...

But this method treats symptoms but not root causes. Not to mention that people are guarding you, you cannot hide in the well all the time. This body has its own life span.

The primordial spirit also has a lifespan limit. Once it reaches its limit, the body collapses and the primordial spirit dissipates, and it will die, and there is no chance of reincarnation again.

Then Zhong Qi printed yellow paper and built it into a roof tiles, camps, camp tents, paper horses, food and grass, and sand talismans with the real names of the five ghost generals in the spiritual world Dharma talisman book. They were burned into ashes, burned to the underworld, and camped with the various departments.

After doing this, Zhong Qi returned to his room to rest when he saw that the sky was about to be bright and the mist was hazy in the morning.

After a while, it was bright and Jia Qingfeng got up early, urging all the Taoists to get up and clean up the altar and prepare for morning classes.

When the Taoists were sleepy and staggered in front of the Demon-Subduing Palace, they saw a laurel tree coming out of thin air outside the door, and they were all dumbfounded.

The brave, trembling and trembling, walked forward and touched the branch, confirmed that it was not a mirage hallucination, and then panicked: "This... ghosts and gods are causing trouble, ghosts and gods are causing trouble..."

Chengyu and others were also a little frightened and said, "How could this happen? How could this happen? How could this tree come from?"

"Ah...Who has digged this into this? My tree... Come on, come on, come on, let's help the poor..."

Everyone was shocked and suspicious. At this moment, a scream outside was accompanied by a sharp roar. The familiar and terrifying voice scared everyone.

The Taoists hurriedly fell out of the yard and rushed to the front of the left courtyard. Sure enough, they saw a large hole on the ground, with sand and soil piles around, like pigs and dogs chewing. The master's crown was crooked, his hair was spread out in a pit, and his body was covered in dust.

"Look at it, who the hell did this? He was killed by the gods, so why don't you pull me up..." The pit was seven or eight feet deep, Jia Qingfeng was so arrogant that he couldn't climb out for a while. Seeing the smile on everyone's faces, he couldn't help but swear angrily.

The Taoists hurriedly pulled the master up and cleared him to forgive him and said, "Master, I went to rest early last night. Only Master Zhong opened the altar to practice the Dharma. The first update was to be cold and windy, the second update covered the clouds and the second update, the third update cried and the gods howled, and the fourth update cried and the mountain rocks jumped. It must be his work, and he would not do anything with the young people..."

"This is a plague-torn Taoist, just practice it. I took my tree to do it..." Jia Qingfeng curled his lips, then stroked the righteous path and greeted everyone in the morning class.

Chengyu interrupted and said, "It's all his fault. He brought the tree to the front of the hall. We have to worry about wiping our butts and moving the tree back, otherwise how can we open the sight to welcome the pilgrims in the future?"

Jia Qingfeng was shocked, and quickly stepped forward to look at the Guishu in front of the hall, turned around and gave Cheng Yu a thunderous snatch, scolding: "It's big or small, who is yours? Do you think you are me? Humph... The elders behind it... After morning class, I will punish you to copy the filial piety ten times and show it to me tomorrow, otherwise you will not be allowed to eat."

Chengyu covered his head in pain. Seeing that the brothers and brothers around him were laughing secretly, he couldn't help but say angrily: "Tell me, they used to laugh at you..."

"Oh... what are you laughing at me?" Jia Qingfeng looked cold, looked at the disciples, and asked with a squinted look.

"Eh... They said you are stubborn and unrestrained, you are a miser, stingy, so stingy... and you also said you are greedy for money..."

"Haha... very good. It seems that I am tight-skinned and need to be whipped and educated. I know the master's compassionate heart..." Jia Qingfeng said quietly.

"Chengyu, shut up"

"Selling brothers of Taoism, not being a son of man"

“…Please spare my life by Master…”

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Zhong Qijing returned to his room. Although he had not lived there for several months, Dao Ren Chi, who had always been hardworking and loyal, still took his spare time every day to clean Master Zhong's room spotlessly.

Now that the Yin Soldiers and Guardians are protected, Zhong Qi is not afraid of ghosts and gods or demons coming to disturb him. Although it is during the day, with Zhong Qi's current practice, he dare not collect violent yang energy such as the Sun and Tiangang energy, but the Earthly Demon energy can still be collected.

After closing his eyes and collecting air for a while, Zhong Qi stopped to collect earthly energy, got up and left the courtyard, walked through the middle hall, entered the back hall, and arrived at the corner building where the teacher originally lived.

He stared silently for a while, sighed, turned into the Corner Tower Office room, put the keys on and opened the door, and there were three vertical cabinets, four or five medicine racks, and several large red paint nail boxes in the middle of the room.

All the medicinal materials, books, scriptures, including gold, silver, lead and mercury, are all here, and are usually managed by Jia Qingfeng.

Recently, because Zhong Qi's refining method has been very expensive, Jia Qingfeng simply kept the keys of each box, cabinet and door for Zhong Qi to keep.

Whether it is the Thunder Law or the altar of Duan Gong’s true teachings, as long as it involves spiritual practice, incense is indispensable. Incense is the inheritance of Buddhist, Confucian, and Taoism.

Being able to invite gods, surrender to the saints, and be able to protect the soul is also the most expensive and troublesome necessary object in practice. If you have to compare it, it is almost the same as the spirit stones in the immortal cultivation novel, and the spirit crystal is as important.

There are secret traditions of various schools of incense making. Among the methods of Zhong Qi, there are more than ten incense methods such as yellow sandalwood, descending true fragrance, agarwood, fixed benzene, frankincense, Dinggui, and Lingxin, which involve dozens of left-minded, side-minded, and witchcraft practices.

Zhong Qi picked up and picked up a few portions of medicinal materials, put them in a bamboo basket, closed them in a hidden house, held a turtle shell fan, and went all the way to the stove and woodshed room.

"Master Hong, you want to make incense again..." After a few months, Taoist Chi had a goat whisker under his chin. He was leading a few Taoist firewood to chop firewood and transport water. When he saw Zhong Qi coming over, he hurriedly called out.

Zhong Qi nodded and smiled. He had always had a good impression of Chi Daoren. After chatting for a few words, he instructed: "Chengze, I will practice the sacred fragrance this time. You can take a few disciples and find a few bundles of dried vines on the mountain. Come back from the thatch."

Taoist Chi quickly responded and led a few fire technicians to the mountain to pick up grass. Taoist sected alchemy called it: burning the socks and making a tripod, that is, burning the socks in the clouds must be made of thatch, straw, dry vines, and making incense is also consistent with this.

Dried vines and thatch are flammable, and there is less smoke when burned. If you use coarse wood, hardwood will cause too much thick smoke. Too much smoke will ruin a pot of vegetables and a pot of elixir. Moreover, the thatch burns very quickly and can control the firepower.

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