MTL - Heavenly Curse-Chapter 2 Night owl laughing

Mu Yi's courage is definitely not small. When he mixed rivers and lakes with Lao Dao, he even slept in random graves.

Picking up the axe that was used to cut the tree two days ago, Mu Yi quietly opened the door and walked on the steps towards the main hall.

Tonight, the moon is shining. Through the surrounding windows and doors, I can barely see the scene in the hall.

In the center of the hall, stood a tall figure.

Suddenly seeing this figure, Mu Yi's heart suddenly lifted up. Although he could not see the face of the figure, even some distance away, but Mu Yi still felt a numbness in the tail vertebra for a moment, and then a chill rushed to the top of his head.

Then the figure flickered and came to Mu Yi. Mu Yi only smelled a stench coming from him, and then he turned black and knew nothing.

The next day, until the sun hit three poles, Mu Yi climbed up from the ground.

He touched his body first, but no wound was found, even though there was some pain in his head, and the scene that happened last night came to mind.

At that time, the shadow was too fast, even faster than some people. He didn't see the so-called rivers and lakes master, but he had never seen such a high level.

And he remembered that when he was in a coma, he clearly smelled a foul odor, which even made him familiar. It was a corpse odor that was formed after decay.

Later, Mu Yi looked towards the main hall again, and saw that the statue of the mountain fell to the ground at this moment, his body had cracked, but his head disappeared.

The huge response he heard last night should be from the idol.

Just who is going to work towards an idol for no reason? Is there any treasure hidden in the head of the idol? Otherwise why the head is gone.

But as soon as he thought of the stench that he smelled last night, Mu Yi felt that things were not as simple as he thought.

And yesterday was the top seven of the veteran, and he couldn't help thinking about it.

With great care, Mu Yi came to Lao Dao's grave.

Just at a glance, Mu Yi's heart was raised. On the grave of the old road, some soil was new, and there were even a few more footprints that did not belong to him.

Mu Yi took a deep breath, but instead of acting rashly, he turned and left.

Subsequently, Mu Yi hurried down the mountain, and it was noon before returning with a big bag.

Mu Yi returned to the room carrying the big bag and opened it.

A stack of yellow paper, three or five writing brushes, a box of fine cinnabar, a bottle of black dog blood, a ball of red rope, two pounds of glutinous rice, seven-sided condenser copper mirrors, a dozen large candles, and many more The copper coins and some small bells received from the earth temple at the foot of the mountain ended up with a wooden sword that looked a bit old.

Mu Yi is very content to be able to buy these things in a small town under the mountain, especially the wooden sword, which is made of the finest peach wood, and is old. This wooden sword alone will almost drain his savings, and by the time everything is bought, he will be almost penniless.

Fortunately, Mu Yi bought enough oil-salt rice noodles in the past two days to live for a while.

In the eyes of the world, the Taoist priest is devoted to catching ghosts. Mu Yi has followed the old Tao for so many years. The practice of catching ghosts is not once or twice. Look, but every time, the old man is serious.

Coupled with the events of last night and the knowledge in his mind, Mu Yi instinctively did it, although he was not sure if it would be useful.

Mu Yi hurriedly ate two leftovers from last night and began to work. He first divided the glutinous rice into two, half soaked in a water basin, and half sprinkled around the house, not even in the main hall.

Then Mu Yi used red threads to wear copper coins with bells, and hung them on the windows and doorways, especially the temple doorways.

However, this is just the beginning. Mu Yi arranged the seven condenser copper mirrors above the hall according to the position of the Big Dipper, and after careful adjustment, the seven mirrors were aligned exactly to a point.

Those dozens of candles were also placed in the hall by Mu Yi in accordance with Jiugong Gossip. Once they were lit, the seven mirrors above would converge these lights and point directly to the center.

After doing this all the time, Mu Yi blocked the mirror with a black cloth, but made a small organ. Once touched, the black cloth will be uncovered. After all, the trick can only be used at the most critical moment, and it is always exposed there. No one will be fooled.

Unfortunately, this center is confined and cannot be moved, which makes Mu Yi somewhat regretful.

In the end, Mu Yi put half a bowl of blood on the black dog, mixed it with glutinous rice water, added cinnabar, and stirred it into ink.

In fact, since Lao Tao teaches Mu Yi literacy, such things as painting symbols have become his job. For this reason, he has not suffered from Lao Dao, although he feels that his paintings are only a little worse than Lao Dao. Will be used, but the old way is harsh to an outrageous degree.

As the so-called practice makes perfect, day-by-day exercise has allowed Mu Yi to draw a charm even with his eyes closed, but even so, he will only have five types of half-fu.

They are fortune, bodyguard, exorcism, town house, demon monster, and the half is the five thunderbolt.

After Mu Yi burned incense, she took a few deep breaths and pressed down the impetuousness in her heart. Perhaps it was because there was no evidence. Mu Yi was more serious this time than ever. He felt that his spirit and spirit had signs of sublimation.

Holding the pen, dipping in ink, and taking away the dragon and snake, an amulet immediately appeared in front of Mu Yi.

Even until Fu Lu painted well, Mu Yi did not respond, just staring at Fu Fu in a daze.

This is an amulet. Mu Yi had no idea how many pictures he had painted before. Even if he closed his eyes, he could draw the same. But this time, Mu Yi looked at this amulet with a strange feeling, but the specific The reason is that he can't say, compared with the previous Fuyu, this one seems more natural and harmonious.

Mu Yi shook her head hard, pressed the clutter at the bottom of her heart, and continued to draw.

Three amulets, ten exorcisms, ten demon amulets.

This is the final result of Mu Yi. It is not that he doesn't want to draw more, but that the amulet consumes too much mind. In addition, there may be actions at night, and he needs to set aside enough mental energy.

I do n’t know why, Mu Yi's subsequent paintings never felt like the first one. Although it is still very standard, it is even better than the previous one, but once compared with the first one, it suddenly felt The gap.

It's a pity that now the old way is dead, no one explained to him and told him why.

Mu Yi thought about it, and took the first rune stick to his chest and put it in the first place. As for the ten exorcism signs and the ten cut demon runes, he put them in the left and right pockets.

In the end, Mu Yi came to the main hall and started to live, until the sun slowly came down to the end.

After having dinner, Mu Yi lay down on the bed in his clothes, the axe was placed close to the bed, and the peach sword was hung around his waist. Then he closed his eyes and gave a slight breath on the nose.

"Coo ... coo."

"Coo ... coo."

A night's laughter awakened Mu Yi, in fact, he didn't sleep deep, and he could wake up as long as there was some wind and grass blowing outside.

After waking up, Mu Yi looked down on the window, and based on the position of the moon, it basically appeared at about 11 o'clock, that is, 9 to 11 o'clock at night.

Although he knew there was something called a pocket watch, it was not something he could afford.

Mu Yi washed his face with cold water, and then quietly came to the hall with an axe. At this moment, although the hall was barely visible, it still had a dark feeling.

Finally, Mu Yi squatted in the shadow of the corner near the temple door, and tried to keep his breath as light as possible.

As time passed, the laughter of the night owl from time to time seemed to symbolize that some ominousness was about to happen.

"Jingle Bell!"