On the 15th day of July, the gates of the underworld are open, and hundreds of ghosts are traveling, so you should avoid night travel.

The night is as dark as ink, the stars are dim, and dark clouds cover the moon.

Suburbs of City X, Butterfly Ridge.

The dense trees spread down from the top of the mountain, leaving only a small path for people to go up the mountain. From time to time, a few hoarse crows from the tall pine and cypresses made the atmosphere in the forest even more terrifying.

The bird that claimed to die was louder than usual when this ghost was away from the fifteenth day of July.

On the shady side of the mountain, an ordinary earth tomb was built here by someone. If a Feng Shui master saw the location of this acupoint, he would be envious, but he would not dare to have any inappropriate thoughts.

The "Burning Sutra" says: The mountain has four momentums, and the energy comes from all directions. This acupoint is the famous soul-raising acupoint. The first one will bring endless blessings, and the later one will bring disaster to the descendants.

There was a figure kneeling in front of the earthen tomb, two white wax burned beside the stone tablet in front of the tomb, and yellow signs with twisted characters were thrown into the fire by the kneelers.

The twisted fireworks illuminated the face of the kneeling man. The bald head was not a must, and the slender inverted triangle eyes showed a trace of fierce light from time to time. The high hooked nose and the face were covered with flesh. If he was asked to play the villain, he would basically be competent without makeup.

After burning the Taoist talisman in his hand, the man kowtowed three times to the grave.

Then he stood up neatly, stared at the low grave, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

The voice is dull and dull, and most people will feel disgusted after hearing it.

"Mr., I think you still don't want to see me as a traitor, but this time I have something important to report to you. I'm disturbing you to sleep, and I hope you will forgive me for your time.

You know that I am dedicated to the Tao, but I taught me to practice before I died, and forced me to make a swearing to follow the body precepts. If I hadn't found someone to destroy my junior brother's Qihai Dantian, you probably wouldn't have passed on my true secret before I died to help me cultivate magic power.

Evil bones are born, and people are disgusted with ghosts.

If you practice Taoism, the road ahead will be bumpy, your mind will be extreme, and you will easily cause cause and effect.

This is the facial comment about me found in your relics, which also solves the confusion in my heart.

You taught me the Taoist law but did not teach me the magic skills. You also used the rules and regulations in the body guarding the rules to restrain me. I have to say that you are thorough in thinking.

‘Not harming human life, no ill-gotten gain, no evil deeds...’

The Nine Pills and Eighteen Rules block all my paths. Perhaps you would rather hope that I will be an ordinary person with magic power. Helping you pass on the master's sect is my only destiny.

But I finally found the loophole by fifty and four nineteenth.

Today is the total lunar eclipse that is rare in a century, and it is the Zhongyuan Festival again.

Taking advantage of the good day, I will tell you a good news. By chance, my disciple obtained the method of refining the Xuanyin Ghost Child by Senior Yuanyin.

Now I have prepared all the materials. Don’t worry, all the expenses are all the wages I saved from working and helping people find dragons and point acupoints. They are all hard-earned money and no ill-gotten gains, and they have not violated the Nine Precepts and Eighteen Articles.

It has been five years since I got this tip, and my disciples finally collected all the materials. After thinking for a long time, I still want to complete the refining of the ghost boy under your witness.

After saying that, Shang Biao grinned, as if he saw the strange old man picking up the thorn strip again, and was furious and ready to suck him.

After laughing, Shang Biao opened a black porcelain altar in the travel bag beside him, revealing the foul-smelling powder inside. He took out a fruit knife from the bag, closed his eyes and slashed it hard at the palm of his palm.

The bright red blood kept flowing into the black porcelain altar. Five minutes later, he expected that the amount of blood was enough, so he sprayed the wound with a hemostatic spray and wrapped it around a circle of bandages.

After the powder in the porcelain jar sucked Shang Biao's blood, it looked like boiling water, with red and black bubbles emitting like red and black bubbles.

He threw all kinds of bones in the backpack next to him, such as jade powder, rotten corpse mud, coffin base soil, gloomy wood and other materials into the black porcelain altar one by one.

After these materials are immersed in it, they melt easily, and the small porcelain jar is filled with things that have several times its capacity.

Seeing that the talisman liquid was prepared, Shang Biao took out a shabby brush made of his hair and ribs from his backpack, stretched into the porcelain altar, dipped it in the tip of the pen with some cloudy liquid, and then started to write and paint on the ground.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the liquid in the porcelain jar is constantly decreasing. When the last stroke is finished, it will be consumed.

Judging from his skillful appearance, it doesn’t seem like he was the first time he drew this Xuanyin Ghost Refining Formation.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch. It was five minutes short of twelve o'clock in the morning. According to the Astronomy Daily, the total lunar eclipse, which is rare in a century, will begin at exactly twelve o'clock.

Shang Biao waited for a while. After the three pointers overlapped, he looked up at the moon. The full moon, which was originally covered by dark clouds, had already appeared at this time, and a shadow appeared above the bright moon.

When the lunar eclipse began, Shang Biao calmed down his excitement and bowed to the earthen grave again. Then he stepped on Yu's steps, pinched the truth, and chanted the ghost words in a vague way.

The originally burning candle seemed to be poured on gasoline, and the flames suddenly rushed out of the high place and started burning rapidly.

As Shang Biao's gloomy ghost words kept pronounced, strange waves filled the surroundings, and green phosphorus fires appeared out of thin air and appeared above the formation map, and the sound of children's voices resounded throughout the world.

Everything was weird and gloomy. Even though Shang Biao was mentally prepared and suddenly saw this scene, his heart beat faster, but seeing that his expression was not as scared as he was, the smile on the corner of his mouth looked strange and ferocious.

"The order of amnesty: the evil spirits gather, the ghosts return to their positions, the life and life are blended, and the valley is blooming"

Shang Biao recited a spell with his mouth, and bit his fingers through his fingertips with his sword, guiding his meager magic power to mix into his blood and draw talismans out of thin air.

A moment later, a blood-red evil spirit talisman was suspended in the center of the formation.

After doing all this, Shang Biao finally gave up his persistence, collapsed on the ground, and looked at his masterpiece excitedly.

He looked very similar to seeing the young men and women who had just become parents in the hospital, and was so excited that he could express his feelings.

At this time, the bright moon in the sky had been completely swallowed by the darkness, and the blood talisman was suspended in the air to absorb the vital ghost energy contained in the formation. When the silver moon reappeared, it led the next ray of moon power from the sky.

The yin energy surged around the blood talisman, and Shang Biao's gaze couldn't see how it was evolving inside.

When things come to this point, everything can only be left to God for the decision. Not to mention that a few strands of magic power in his body will be consumed when drawing talismans, even if his master is still in the world, it will not affect the birth of the ghost child in the formation at this time.

When the full moon reappears, calmness appears around him, and the blood talisman in the array has turned into an egg-shaped mist ball. The power of Xuanyin, the moonlight, and ghost energy are filled with it, blending and repelling each other.

"Master, have you seen it? The Xuanyin Ghost Child is about to be born. I will definitely go further in the Dao path and surpass you and Senior Yuanyin."

Shang Biao's arrogant words seemed to anger an unknown existence in the dark. A thunderbolt fell from the sky and hit the rolling fog.
Chapter completed!