Although he had personally driven his second son out of the house with a cane, when it came to going to his younger son's house with three strangers in the middle of the night, the old man Guo had to call the second son.
It seemed that the old man had no interest in these three people.
Well-meaning people with unknown origins are not 100% trustworthy.
As soon as they opened the door and turned on the lights, a familiar feeling immediately came to Zhang Guoyi and Zhang Yicheng's hearts.
The only house in the world that could be worse than Guo Mingzhong's house was Zhu Yufen's house.
But okay.
It seems that Guo Mingzhong has never cooked in the house.
The stove in the kitchen is brand new, and there is not even a range hood installed.
Although the whole house is a bit messy and dirty, it does not let the leftovers ferment like the Zhu Yufen family.
The smell of swill.
"Hey, come on, look at this."
Before he could start searching, Zhang Yicheng found a 16-page hard-cover notepad on the coffee table in the living room.
When he opened it, he found that it was densely filled with phone numbers, names, addresses, and hospitals.
The information seems to be Guo Mingzhong’s “business manual.”
"Ye Xiaowei", on the last page with content, Zhang Guoyi found that in addition to a phone number, there was also a bracket drawn with a pencil on the side of the name.
The bracket said "See Li Ming on the 28th", and there was no content after that.
Well, it seems that Ye Xiaowei was the last person Guo Mingzhong contacted before he fell ill.
"This is the girl in the photo."
Chen Zheng took the notepad and flipped through it.
He found that Guo Mingzhong's recording style was rather strange.
Many names or numbers were always followed by some inexplicable words, "See Li Ming on the 28th."
Although it is easy to understand, some records such as "call after crossing the bridge", "one, two, three", and "cannot cross without letting go" are simply incomprehensible.
"Ye Xiaowei" stared at the notepad, Zhang Yicheng thought for a while, "Uncle Chen, did you bring that photo?"
"Take it" After handing the notepad to Zhang Yicheng, Chen Zheng took out the photo from his handbag.
"Old man, give me your car keys, and I'll get all the guys up."
About five minutes later, I saw Zhang Yicheng carrying up his treasure bag again, and without saying a word, he took out things, including an incense burner, a peach wood sword, and talismans, all laid out in a large mess.
"Young man, what are you doing?"
Chen Zheng seemed a little curious.
"Recruiting Souls" Zhang Yicheng chuckled, "With photos and names, we should be able to recruit them.
If this Ye Xiaowei is already dead, then we can summon her soul and take it back.
This will also allow her to form a secret relationship with Zhu Huanyu.
Fulfill your promise; if the soul cannot be summoned, it means that she is still alive, so it is easier to find her and ask for a few hairs. " "Bring the soul back" Chen Zheng's eyes almost popped out of his head, "How can I bring it back?"
"Just use this."
Zhang Yicheng knocked the dead jade on the ground with his peach wood sword.
"When the time comes, just use this to join Zhu Huanyu."
"What about you?"
Chen Zheng looked at Zhang Guoyi and then at Zhang Yicheng, "Young man, are you sure you're not joking?"
"Yes," Zhang Yicheng nodded seriously, "Uncle Chen, I am very serious.
I know you don't believe it, and many people don't believe it, but not believing it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
You are a typical idealist."
"I am an idealist."
Chen Zheng looked dissatisfied.
It was obvious that the sourness hidden deep in his heart was brought out by Zhang Yicheng's words, "Do you know what the definition of idealism is?"
"I know, the textbook says, I think, therefore I am.
This is idealism, and it doesn't hold true objectively, right?"
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I saw Zhang Yicheng talking without delaying his work.
He was talking nonsense while drawing circles on the ground with incense ash, "Then this On the other hand, "I don't think, therefore I am not here" is also idealism, and it's also not true, right?"
"Oh, it should be."
Chen Zheng thought about it for a while, and there seemed to be nothing wrong.
"Okay, let's replace the words in this sentence.
I believe in old ghosts and idealism, right?"
Zhang Yicheng continued.
"Yes, this is typical subjective idealism."
Chen Zheng was serious and didn't look like he was joking at all.
"Same as before, if you turn this sentence around, I don't believe that the old ghost is not here, which is also idealism, right?"
Zhang Yicheng chuckled and continued working.
"This" Chen Zheng collapsed on the spot.
He thought to himself that this Zhang Yicheng was sent by his enemies to cause trouble.
After detouring for a long time, it turned out that the trap was here.
This kid will not be easy in the future.
"That's not the case.
You are like this."
The argument cannot be established.”
"It's not up to us to decide whether it's established or not."
Zhang Yicheng had already used incense ash to draw a big circle around the dead jade, then stepped out of the circle and pointed at Zhang Guoyi and Guo's father and son, "You all go.
Kitchen, Uncle Chen is staying."
After Zhang Guoyi and the other three entered the kitchen, Zhang Yicheng closed the kitchen door again and spread a thin layer of incense ash on the kitchen door.
"I" Chen Zheng was stunned, "Why should I stay?"
"Take this."
Zhang Yicheng thrust the mahogany sword into Chen Zheng's hand, "Uncle Chen, I'll say something, and you say something with me."
"This" Chen Zheng hesitated, "I think it's better to forget it."
"Hey, Uncle Chen, don't you believe it?"
Zhang Yicheng was stunned, "Why, I don't dare."
"I don't dare."
Chen Zheng glared, as if he was a child, and he fell into such a simple provoking method, "Just read it."
In traditional concepts, people often refer to all magic and magic as "spells", but strictly speaking, "law" and "spells" are two completely different things: "Dharma" tends to be subjectively driven, and has relatively high requirements for the caster's own cultivation.
For example, Zhang Guozhong once played with the Yang Soul method in Bashan.
Its principle of action is to move the true energy in the human body to the pulse eyes of the seven meridians, and then use it to A sharp weapon pierces the seven meridians and releases the Yang Qi.
In this way, the person will die quickly, and his soul will be taken away.
There is a large amount of yang energy.
Using this method to exorcise evil spirits and suppress ghosts is quite similar to fighting poison with fire.
However, the prerequisite for using this method is that the caster must first know how to move the true energy.
A layman will definitely not be able to do it.
If he does not know how to move the true energy, even if he is stabbed It is difficult to kill someone quickly even if he breaks the seven meridians, and even if he can kill someone, he will not be able to become a Yanghun.
The "skills" are different.
In Taoism, the concept of "skills" is mostly biased towards objective guidance.
For example, this "spiritualism" emphasizes the operating procedures and formulas, and does not place very high requirements on the caster.
It doesn’t matter if it’s a living person, and it doesn’t even matter whether you’re male or female.
Many “methods”, such as the Yang Soul Method, require that you must be a male.
As long as the materials are complete and the formula is correct, even a layman can summon the soul.
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In the category of "skills", spiritualism can be said to be the most basic and entry-level trick.
The process is simple and the formulas are not complicated.
According to Zhang Yicheng's idea, as long as Chen Zheng has the IQ of a parrot, he can follow himself to master a whole set of magic tricks.
After reciting the mantra, you can basically complete the process of summoning souls.
It will be up to you whether you believe it or not.
The reason why Zhang Guoyi and others were asked to avoid it was entirely because the yang energy at the soul summoning site should not be too strong.
If this group of old men poked here, their yang energy was comparable to that of men in a men's bathhouse, and no soul would dare to follow them.
Halfway through the mantra, Chen Zheng's face turned pale, cold sweat broke out in layers on his forehead, and his legs began to shake involuntarily, "Psychological effects are all psychological effects."
Chen Zheng I tried my best to comfort myself and read two or three more sentences.
I just felt that the peach wood sword in my hand was like the eaves of a house in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
It was as cold as ice and it pricked your hands, and the palm holding the sword seemed to be numb from the cold.
A cold air rushed from the soles of the feet to the back of the head.
"Psychological effect, psychological effect."
Although even the chin began to tremble, this Chen Zheng just didn't believe in evil.
In the end, his tongue became weak and his upper and lower teeth clacked loudly when he recited the formula.
"It won't be that big."
Zhang Yicheng also felt that something was wrong.
Although he felt cold all over when he practiced summoning spirits for the first time, it was not that serious.
Besides, he was only a twelve or thirteen-year-old child at the time.
Now Chen Zheng Although he is no longer a boy, he is at least a grown man.
Judging from his appearance, he looks tall and strong, and his physical fitness should be acceptable.
How could there be such a strong reaction?
"Read it, read it."
Chen Zheng looked at Zhang Yicheng tremblingly, and the peach wood sword in his hand almost shook like the pointer of a seismograph.
"Uncle Chen, give me the sword, and you go to the kitchen."
Zhang Yicheng reached out and grabbed Chen Zheng's wrist, trying to get the peach wood sword back, but it didn't matter.
He just heard a clang and the peach wood sword fell among the ashes. , as soon as Chen Zheng rolled his eyes, there was a gurgling sound in his throat, which was a sign that he was about to leave.
"Fuck!"
Zhang Yicheng was so frightened that he even uttered curse words.
Without saying a word, he used his foot to push away the incense ashes at the kitchen door and opened the kitchen door.
"Come out, surround him quickly, hurry up."
"Ah" Zhang Guoyi looked excited, thinking that all this was arranged deliberately by Zhang Yicheng, "What's wrong?"
"Quickly surround" Zhang Yicheng had no time to explain.
He motioned to Zhang Guoyi and the Guo family to surround Chen Zheng hand in hand.
He took out a small red medicine bottle from the treasure bag, unscrewed the cap and pulled it open, and cinnabar spread on it.
Chen Zhengjiao It's okay not to scatter the cinnabar underneath.
As soon as the cinnabar was scattered, Chen Zheng's originally suppressed face immediately straightened up, and his two white eyes stared straight at Zhang Yicheng.
At the same time, there was a faint sound in the corridor outside the door.
There came a dark, muffled laugh.
"Dad, did you hear that?"
Guo Yuchun's face suddenly turned pale, "That voice just now?"
"You heard a fart."
Although Mr.
Guo was worried in his heart, on the surface he was much calmer than Guo Yuchun.
"Look, you are not afraid of such an innocent boy.
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You, an adult like you, are afraid of such a fart.
Stop me."
"It's okay, it's normal."
Zhang Yicheng said as he took out the dragon-scale dagger from the treasure bag.
"Surround it and don't move."
Zhang Yicheng raised the dagger above his head with both hands and muttered: "Five-star Zhencai, "Guangzhao Xuanming" At this moment, there was another burst of sound in the corridor.
Smiling, the reason why I say this is the sound in the corridor is because the sound is so weird, shushing and shushing so that people can't tell where it comes from, it's like an auditory hallucination, looming in my ears.
And the laughter was muffled, like the effect of echoing through the corridor.
"Here we go again."
Guo Yuchun let go of Zhang Guoyi's hand and wanted to run away, but Zhang Guoyi pulled him back.
"Where can you run back?"
"Oh my God," Guo Yuchun moaned and almost cried, "My brother has already done that, and I am the only one left in the Guo family.
Please do your best and spare me."
"Anyone who disobeys me will die.
If you dare to attack me with a knife and enter the underworld, I will give you the true sun."
At this moment, Zhang Yicheng heard a vicious sentence.
He held the dagger in both hands and stabbed it on the cement floor with a clang.
To say that this might indeed be the case.
He exerted too much force and saw sparks flying from the ground.
The dagger was instantly bounced one meter away, leaving a hole about one centimeter deep on the cement floor.
"Ah" seeing this scene, even the usually calm Zhang Guoyi turned pale, "Yicheng, why is this thing so powerful?"
"Holy shit" I saw Zhang Yicheng holding each other's wrists with both hands, grinning and almost crying, "It's not that he's awesome, it's just that his mother's ground is too hard."
To be honest, the move Zhang Yicheng used at this moment is called "Send away" "Ghosts enter the ground" was used once by Old Liu Tou when he was treating people in Wuling Mountain.
The key point of this move is that the sharp blade must be inserted three inches into the ground, so that the evil spirit can be used to send the evildoers to the underworld.
However, Old Liu Tou was on a mountain and the soil was soft, so the dagger was inserted into the ground without much effort.
At this moment, it was not that easy for Zhang Yicheng to insert a dagger into the concrete floor.
The reason why this kid dared to do this was entirely because he heard from his father Zhang Guozhong that he had also inserted a dagger into the concrete floor in Wuhan and it was successful.
But then again, Zhang Guozhong is Zhang Yicheng's father after all.
A father can't describe himself too embarrassingly in front of his son, so the two key details of the whole "knife in the cement floor" process were also revealed.
Zhang Guozhong kindly omitted: First, the iron was destroyed, and second, he fainted.
"Damn, how could this happen?"
Zhang Yicheng finally moved his wrist and crawled to retrieve the dagger.
He looked carefully and found that the dagger was not damaged.
"I, fuck," holding the dagger, Zhang Yicheng's eyes were filled with blood.
He really hated his father, who was only a little lower profile than his old uncle Zhang Guoyi.
Didn't he say that it could be inserted into the cement floor?
I put all my body into it.
I have used all my strength, how could this happen?
To be honest, at this moment, Zhang Yicheng was not wondering why the dagger couldn't be inserted into the cement floor, because he had never tried it before.
At most, he only heard what his father said in the misty clouds.
The real thing that Zhang Yicheng couldn't figure out was the current situation.
Ye Xiaowei’s soul.
Theoretically speaking, people who die from illness are considered normal deaths.
No matter how painful the illness is, as long as they die from illness, regardless of whether they have been saved or not, there should be no harm.
They can absolutely come and go when called upon.
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But at this moment, this Ye Xiaowei seems to be It's not as simple as dying of illness.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew from nowhere in the room, and the photo of Ye Xiaowei that was originally placed in front of the dead jade was blown to the wall with a roar.
In the photo, the angle of Ye Xiaowei's gaze happened to be fixed on Guo Yuchun.
Guo Yuchun originally had his eyes closed.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something.
Suddenly he opened his eyes and met the photo on the wall. " Wow" one He was frightened and paralyzed on the ground, "What's wrong?"
After all, father and son are father and son.
Seeing his son falling to the ground, Mr.
Guo hurried to pull him up.
At this moment, Chen Zheng, who was surrounded by him, raised his arm and swung it.
If you are round, just look at Zhang Guoyi.
This attack was too sudden.
Although Zhang Guoyi reacted quickly and raised his arm to block it, the force used to block it was obviously much smaller than the force used by Chen Zheng to hit people.
Zhang Guoyi groaned repeatedly.
He didn't even groan and rolled his eyes before fainting on the spot.
"Ah!"
Seeing this scene, Guo Yuchun, who was paralyzed on the ground, rolled his eyes and fainted from fright.
Before the "old man" could wait for Zhang Yicheng to react, Chen Zheng's slap had already reached his eyes.
"Oh, fuck."
Zhang Yicheng closed his eyes and squatted down as hard as he could.
He only felt a bad wind blowing across his scalp. , to be honest, if he was hit this time, it would at least be a serious injury at the level of brain manipulation injury.
The force was obviously an order of magnitude heavier than the one that hit Zhang Guoyi.
"Hit guys!"
At this time, Mr.
Guo also reacted.
He reached out and picked up the walking stick and hooked Chen Zheng's legs.
He yelled "Wow!"
and pulled Chen Zheng backwards.
"Damn, the old man is so naughty."
Zhang Yicheng was dumbfounded.
He had heard that Cangzhou was the hometown of martial arts a long time ago.
It really deserves its reputation.
With the strength of this hook, the old man had obviously practiced it.
"You dare to hit me."
Old man, let you try this "He opened his eyes and opened his eyes, but this was not the time to appreciate the martial arts performance.
Zhang Yicheng stepped on Chen Zheng's back with a bang, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the dragon scales and brushed it on his arm.
A stream of blood flowed out instantly.
"My child!"
Before Mr.
Guo could finish his question, Zhang Yicheng stood up, swung his knife and nailed Ye Xiaowei's photo to the wall.
The cement floor is indeed hard, but the wall seems to be a hollow structure such as prefabricated boards.
The dagger with a boyish eyebrow penetrated for more than half an inch with one swipe.
With this move, Chen Zheng on the ground immediately became honest. , I felt a strong gust of wind in the room blew up a large piece of the fragrant ash and cinnabar on the ground, and then began to flow out wisps along the cracks under the door.
"I want to run" I saw Zhang Yicheng stretched out his hand and pulled out a piece of talisman paper from the treasure bag, dipped his fingertips in blood, made three or two drawings, then slapped it on the door, and then he violently pulled the dagger from the wall with his wrist.
Pulled it out, and nailed it to the talisman paper on the door with a clang.
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Then with a bang, he pulled out the dagger with the talisman nailed on it, turned around and slapped the dagger on the dead jade with a wave of his arm.
The whole set of actions was done in one go, as if it had been rehearsed.
At the same time, there was only a "bang" in the room.
There was a muffled sound, and everything seemed to be calm again.
"Holy shit, it's so awesome."
To be honest, Zhang Yicheng himself was also frightened for a while.
Thanks to Mr.
Guo's walking stick this time, otherwise it would have been really bad.
"Young man," Mr.
Guo was covered in cold sweat.
He reached out and pushed Chen Zheng on the ground.
He seemed to be still alive.
"What happened to him and the others?
What happened just now?"
"It's okay."
Zhang Yicheng's legs softened and he collapsed on the sofa.
He grabbed a handful of incense ash from the plastic bag on the coffee table and covered the wound.
"Young man, was that a ghost just now?"
Mr.
Guo actually understood in his heart, "Was my son harmed by that thing?"
"I don't know."
Zhang Yicheng shook his head, "Grandpa Guo, to tell you the truth, my father is the leader of the Maoshan Sect of Taoism.
I have also learned a lot about exorcism and suppressing evil spirits.
The thing your son is suffering from is probably not a disease.
In Maoshan Taoism, it is called Ten Thousand Evils, and being infected with that thing should not be just a matter of a ghost.
Even if it is related to the one just now, it may be just one of them."
"Ah" Although he didn't know what the so-called Maoshan Cult was about, when Zhang Yicheng said that the thing just now was probably just one of them, Mr.
Guo's face immediately turned pale, "Then there must be many others like this." of" "This" Zhang Yicheng picked up the notepad on the coffee table, "There may be as many people as there are written on it":