The First Sword of the Earth

Qing Yanzi said: "You can contact your uncle Shiwu later, if your senior sister can't go, let him help you find another disciple to accompany you."

Wang Sheng nodded in response.

Although he wanted to practice peacefully on the mountain, but if he didn't go, the master might go, and it was natural for him to be a disciple.

This can be regarded as a little unsatisfactory for the three of them, the master and the apprentice, to live under the fence.

"Master, what did Uncle Li Shiwu ask for?"

Two words popped out of Qing Yanzi's mouth: "Exorcism."

The hairs on Wang Sheng's arms also stood up, and he said in a low voice, "There are already ghosts?"

"Before the recovery of vitality, it is impossible to have it, but after the recovery of vitality, it will be there," Qing Yanzi smiled, sliding his fingers out of thin air, leaving wisps of white smoke on his fingertips, and drew a common Halloween white ghost. .

Wang Sheng couldn't help reminding: "Master, this is from abroad."

"Actually, it's almost the same," Qing Yanzi patted the phantom away, and said with a smile, "Xiao Sheng, how do you think ghosts come into being?"

"Remnant spiritual thoughts entangled by vitality?" Wang Sheng carefully said the correct answer. After all, this matter has been confirmed by all parties in his previous life.

"That's right," Qing Yanzi smiled with satisfaction, and said in a soft voice:

"A monk cultivates himself, and the concentration of spirits is to develop his own soul power and exercise spirituality. However, spirituality is not unique to monks. There are also mortals who do not practice, but they are different in strength and weakness.

After pondering as a teacher, if a mortal has a violent mental fluctuation before death, the spiritual thoughts may erupt, which will attract the vitality of the world to entangle, and temporarily let this part of the spiritual thoughts remain in the world.

I have a spell to exorcise ghosts, and you can write it down. If there are such ghosts on this trip, it will be exorcised. "

"Yes," Wang Sheng bowed his head in response.

Qing Yanzi cleared his throat, picked up his tone, got up and took two steps forward, and sang:

"Five stars are colorful, illuminating Xuanming!

Thousands of gods and saints, protect my true spirit!

Five days of devils, dead and gone!

Hurry like a law! "

Wang Sheng rubbed the tip of his nose, this is the legendary...

Jump God?

"Attention, the focus is on tone and rhythm, follow Master."

Qing Yanzi greeted with a serious face, and continued to walk in the back room.

Wang Sheng bowed his head and said yes, and followed suit later, trying to memorize the tone with a strong Hunan accent.

However, Qing Yanzi, who was walking in front with his back to his apprentice, had a very happy expression on his face.

...

After returning to the mountain for a month and going out again, Wang Sheng was also a little depressed.

Fortunately, this time, it is not difficult to do a ritual to exorcise ghosts. For some reason, Li Shiwu will ask his master Qing Yanzi.

Having said that, if it wasn't difficult, why would Uncle Li Shiwu find their master and apprentice?

If it was just exorcising ghosts, any young disciple at the early stage of the God-gathering state could do it, but it was just using his own spiritual thoughts to hold the vitality of the world and disperse those lonely ghosts.

Could it be that there is something inside?

Wang Sheng was a little suspicious about this. Although it would not be possible for someone to deliberately target him, it is good to make more preparations in advance.

At night, Wang Sheng came back from sword practice and found his backpack that had been dusty for many years.

Fold the long trousers and long sleeves that will be worn tomorrow and put them on the bedside, put the navy blue Taoist robe in the backpack, and also take the few Huiyuan pills that the master gave me before.

Wrap Wen Yuanjian in black cloth, if someone asks, it can be said to be a collectible.

Anyway, it is said that there will be a special car to pick you up tomorrow, so you don't have to worry about going through security checks.

After tidying up everything, Wang Sheng lay on the bed with the quilt on his head, a little lost in thought.

Exorcism...

"Why!"

At the door of the back room, the senior sister sneaked in,

He beckoned to Wang Sheng.

This afternoon, the senior sister was nowhere to be seen. The master said that she went down the mountain to buy some things; I don't know where the master and the old man got the "rest assured" to let the senior sister walk down the mountain alone.

"What's the matter, sister?"

"Come."

Wang Sheng turned over and got out of bed, and was about to go out shirtless, but the senior sister hurriedly stopped him and gestured to the door.

As the spiritual thoughts passed by, Wang Sheng felt the somewhat familiar aura outside the door, and also vaguely detected the figure of a woman.

Why is Senior Sister Hao Ling here?

Putting on the shirt, Wang Sheng's 'excellent' figure achieved by practicing swordsmanship for three years was immediately covered up, and then Mu Wanxuan dragged Wang Sheng to the courtyard with confidence.

Hao Ling smiled wryly when she saw Wang Sheng, and that faint sigh expressed all the grievances in her heart.

Hao Ling was begged by Mu Wanxuan to go down the mountain together, from afternoon to night, and did not return to the mountain until midnight.

The two of them went down the mountain not to play, but to go shopping, and the things they bought were stored in a cardboard box in front of Hao Ling.

Hao Ling sighed: "Brother Feiyu, this box... you can take a look at it, your senior sister's savings have been used on it."

"En!" Mu Wanxuan nodded quite seriously.

Wang Sheng already had a premonition of something, walked over silently and squatted down, opened the box and took a look, his forehead was immediately covered with black lines.

A few safe talisman sachets in different shapes, and the wholesale 'fake talisman' in the shop at the foot of the mountain, these are quite common Wudang 'souvenirs', so forget it...

But what the hell is that broken ancient clock the size of a fist? There is still a faint aura on it, but it is obviously too old and dilapidated.

Behind the small clock is a string of large Buddhist beads, each of which is as big as a lion's head, with a thick layer of oil on it. The beads are very round, but that's all.

Under the beads are two stickers of door gods, and a three-inch long and short mahogany sword. Turning to the side, you can also see a silver necklace.

Reaching out to pull out the necklace, the shining cross made Wang Sheng open his mouth but couldn't say anything...

Hao Ling hurriedly said, "These are magic tools to exorcise ghosts that Wanxuan has worked so hard to pick out! Don't be disgusted!"

The implication is to tell Wang Sheng not to criticize his senior sister.

Wang Sheng smiled and sighed, naturally knowing that the senior sister took all the trouble for himself.

Although the force was a bit too strong, Bodhisattva Buddha and Christ were invited back to Sanqing's territory...

In her eyes, practice has nothing to do with these beliefs.

Wang Sheng said with a smile: "Senior sister, don't worry, I will bring these with me tomorrow."

"Hmm!" Mu Wanxuan seemed to have remembered something, turned around and ran to the small kitchen beside her, and soon happily pulled out a braid of garlic.

Wang Sheng and Hao Ling looked at each other, and then they couldn't help laughing.

The senior sister blinked, puzzled for a while.

The senior sister gave it, no matter how unreliable it is, you have to take it with you.

It was the braided garlic that was kept by Wang Sheng. After all, sometimes the food in the canteen of Zixiao Palace is often bland and tasteless, and the seasoning effect of garlic is still great.

And based on Mu Wanxuan's logic, this time it was to exorcise ghosts, not to fight zombies, and garlic was useless.

After sending Hao Ling back, Mu Wanxuan was relieved to see Wang Sheng stuff all these things into the backpack with her own eyes, and then looked at Wang Sheng with some worry.

Wang Sheng intentionally looked at death as if he was at home, and sighed: "Don't worry, senior sister, the master has passed on the spell to me, and I can fight even if I encounter any ten thousand-year-old evil spirits!"

Mu Wanxuan's face turned pale immediately, she rushed up and grabbed Wang Sheng's clothes, almost crying.

Wang Sheng quickly apologized, saying that he was joking...

This time, I actually went down the mountain to do a religious service, and the place I went to was a county and city, which was also Li Shiwu's hometown; the person who wanted to drive out the ghosts was a benevolent person who donated a lot of incense money to Wudang Mountain.

The senior sister was unable to participate in the trip due to some force majeure, so Li Shiwu asked Zhou Yinglong to cooperate with Wang Sheng.

When we arrived at the benevolent man's house tomorrow, Li Shiwu was in charge of showing off and going through the process, while Wang Sheng and Zhou Yinglong were in charge of the specific matters of exorcising ghosts.

If there are ghosts, drive them away, and if there are no ghosts, go back home. The two disciples can earn a reward fee during this trip.

The matter is as simple as that, but Li Shiwu had invited Qing Yanzi, Wang Sheng, and Mu Wanxuan to accompany him before, which was somewhat unusual.

Naturally, Wang Sheng couldn't forget how he died in his previous life, so he would naturally be extremely careful in his actions now; he wasn't worried that Li Shiwu, the deputy head of Wudang Mountain, would intentionally harm him, but Li Shiwu must have concealed some information.

It was night, Wang Sheng slept peacefully, but Mu Wanxuan was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep peacefully.

There are some things that cannot be brought up, as long as you mention them, you can't help but think about them.

Several times she remembered to pack her luggage and go down the mountain with her junior brother tomorrow, but as long as she thought of those lonely figures with long hair and shawls crawling out of the TV and the well...

The younger brother's swordsmanship is so powerful, I can handle it myself, I will definitely be able to...

Woo--

Coo, coo!

The sound of the wind was blowing slowly into the room through the cracks in the window, and the glass vibrated slightly.

Some kind of unknown night bird was calling in the forest, and the sound became more and more sad.

The senior sister shivered subconsciously, and wrapped herself tightly. Fortunately, she has a high level of cultivation, otherwise she would definitely get prickly heat.

She suddenly thought of something, she fled with her at a lightning speed, and rushed into the back room like flying...

Wang Sheng, who was sleeping, felt hit by something, opened his eyes in a daze, and found that there was a group of "quilt spirits" beside him.

"Senior Sister?"

"Um?"

"Don't be afraid, go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Um!"

Turned outwards, Wang Sheng left enough space for the senior sister, but when he woke up in the morning, he found that the senior sister was still separated by two thin quilts, with his hands folded in front of his chest, and the whole body was almost stuck on his back .

Chasing away the faint ripples in his heart, he chuckled lightly, and Wang Sheng left the area of ​​the bed lightly.

But as soon as she moved, Mu Wanxuan opened her eyes. Those big eyes blinked, a little dazed, and then she blushed.

This is not shy, but a little ashamed.

As a senior sister, she was so frightened by the wind that she came to join her junior brother last night, it was really a bit too embarrassing.

But the younger brother is really reliable.

Before dawn, Wang Sheng carried his full package on his back, carrying the ancient Wenyuan sword wrapped in black cloth, and accompanied by his senior sister, he walked towards the mountain gate.

Before returning to the Dragon Temple, Wang Sheng turned around and asked the senior sister to go back. Mu Wanxuan pursed her lips and signaled him to move on.

Why is this atmosphere a bit like a wife sending her husband on an expedition?

And it's usually a never-ending plot?

Wang Sheng smiled and waved his hands, walking quite gracefully, while Mu Wanxuan sighed softly, watched Wang Sheng disappear at the corner of the forest, and then turned back to the small courtyard.

The junior brother who had been with him day and night for several years suddenly left his side, so it was inevitable that there would be some emptiness.