Hearing the word "rest", Lao Bai felt as if most of the bones in his body had been taken away in an instant, and he immediately fell to the ground softly. But when he heard my next words, it was as if he had been given a shot of blood.

I sat up straight. The contrast between the front and back was too strong, which made people think of something insignificant. He looked at me like I was looking at a thief. His face was full of guard, and he subconsciously protected his pockets.

"I said...little Weizi, there is no need to kill everyone, right?"

The guy forced a smile and said, "You've helped me with all the help you're supposed to have. Then it seems like the girls are of no use to you anymore, right?"

"Greedy will kill people!"

I looked at him expressionlessly and said calmly: "That woman has obtained the Talisman Armor and is no longer a wandering soul. She is of no benefit to you. She will only be a disaster if she stays with you. You don't even know this, right?

?”

Lao Bai was probably stunned by my stare, so he reluctantly took out the crumpled paper ball from his pocket, muttering that he either didn't know how to use it, or he just managed to collect these three.

In the blink of an eye, there was almost no one left. The more I thought about it, the worse it felt. I always felt that staying here was somewhat of a consolation.

I grabbed the paper dumplings with my hands and let Wushuang and the others continue to camp while I started down the mountain along the relatively flat area to the south.

Brother Yaozi was worried and asked me if I wanted him to go with me.

I thought about it, and finally refused, saying that it was me who performed this evil method that was against the laws of heaven, and it was already a violation of heavenly laws. I should handle the rest by myself, and others would interfere and share the cause and effect.

beautiful.

Brother Yaozi didn't insist too much. He knew the details and interests here. He nodded and told me to be careful.

The feng shui of this place is peaceful. The mountains support people and the mountains support ghosts. The contrast between the two creates a harmonious situation of yin and yang, which is considered auspicious.

I didn't choose a place on the mountain, but went directly to the foot of the mountain.

One person, one engineer shovel.

Thanks to the blessing of Heizhugou, this season is not as cold as in the north. Even if there is snow occasionally, it will melt away quickly. The soil in the mountains that has not been artificially developed is extremely soft. Without much effort, a hole has been dug.

Needless to say, this is a grave pit.

However, this pit is different from ordinary tomb pits. It is an upright rectangle.

This is a typical vertical burial pit.

After digging the grave pit, I looked around and saw that there were many bamboos in the cold ravine, so I cut down a few of them with an engineering shovel, then cut them apart, and interspersed the soft bamboo strips to weave them into a giant basket. It was very simple, but yet

That's enough.

After doing this, I started picking up the dead leaves on the ground again.

Because the environment is relatively humid, the dead leaves are half wet and half dry. When rubbed, they will not be broken into dregs. Instead, they will be shaped into balls like waste paper. They are then tied up with ropes and barely formed into the shape of a person.

, then he took out the yellow paper that he had prepared earlier. On the paper was the birth date of Wang Jinlian...

Then, the dummy was stuffed into a bamboo basket, and then the bamboo basket was stuffed into the vertical burial pit...

Regarding how to deal with this person, I have been thinking about it a lot in the past few days. I have already made a plan. At this moment, I am just putting my pre-set ideas into action one by one. It is done naturally and smoothly.

"Don't complain about being simple. I'm not afraid of your jokes. As a ceremonial officer, I do a lot of digging and digging graves, but I don't bury people seriously enough. I have ruined the family craft that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Here, you have limited abilities and conditions, so you can only do this. But after racking your brains and thinking about it, it can be said that although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. The bamboo basket is used as a coffin, and the withered grass is used to make a body for you.

Poor people, like withered leaves in the wind, can't escape being scattered into mud and crushed into dust. However, it is appropriate to adapt to the situation. It is always more suitable for you than clay. Then choose a vertical burial pit and collect all the grievances of this life.

Everything is buried. No matter you are a human or an animal, live a good life in the next life. You will survive one day. But don’t learn what you did in your previous life. People... you can play with anything, but you can’t play with yourself.

!”

I sat next to the burial pit, chattering like a talkative woman. I don't know if I was talking to Wang Jinlian or to myself.

Finally, with determination, while chanting the incantation, he slowly unfolded the ball of waste paper in his hand.

Wisps of black air overflowed from the corners of the paper ball, and then gathered into a ball in mid-air, changing into various shapes, until a seductive laughter came from it, and the black air gradually dissipated, Xu Niang

The half-old woman, who still retains her charm, gradually reveals her true appearance, her clothes barely covering her body.

This is a monster. I have already experienced it. Just taking a look at the decoration in front of me, I knew that I did not come with murderous intentions. I immediately chuckled, and the clothes that were already revealing were slowly spreading from my shoulders.

Sliding down, Wei Fushen said: "In this way, I have thanked the little Taoist Master for his compassion."

I seemed to have never seen what was going on in front of me. I just looked at her and her eyes became colder and colder, and she said expressionlessly: "People will always despise those who use sex to entertain others. If you still regard yourself as someone who entertains others,

Wu Shi, Daluo Immortal will not be able to save you even if he comes, my arrangement... is just like feeding the dog!"

Wang Jinlian was so bored that he couldn't help but chatter, muttering and cursing what a boring calf's nose, and then subconsciously glanced at the grave pit, with an unknown look on his face, hesitating for a moment, and then asked

Me: "Little Niubi, if you do this, aren't you afraid of the hidden cause and effect?"

"Cause and effect are God's will. How can mortals know what God's will is?"

I thought about Master's teachings, and missed him more deeply, so I said softly: "The wandering soul is a person destined to be punished by God. I let the person who deserves death live, which is unethical. But since the big mistake has been made, I should not die."

How to redeem it? Is it possible to really kill the person who was saved, and then it would be in line with God's will? I don't want to sit back after the shit was pooped out, God has the virtue of good things, since the mistake has been made

If it works, then let it be the mistake."

Wang Jinlian was startled, and then she put on her clothes carefully, at least covering all the places that should be covered, and then sat down in front of me, as if she wanted to discuss Taoism with me, tapping her teeth.

Zhu Chun slowly said: "When I just died, my soul was still wandering in the world. Those who killed me... probably had ghosts in their hearts. They always felt that I was pestering them and invited many bald donkeys and cow noses.

They chanted sutras all day long, saying they wanted to save me, but they kept chanting for a long time, and I didn’t hear a word of it. I felt that the so-called Buddha’s words were almost like farts, but I listened to your words.”

"Don't think of me as some bad guy."

I laughed dumbly, and then took out a few spindles from my arms...

Those are actually just a few iron wedges I asked for from Ayi. Her father is a craftsman and has quite a few.

It's just that these iron wedges have many memorial inscriptions engraved on them...

These memorials are my own handwriting. Anyone who understands will know at a glance that these are coffin nails commonly used on murderous coffins, also called ghost gate nails.

This thing can nail the soul and specifically seal the evil coffin of the ghost. On the day when the evil ghost makes a fuss, the door of the underworld will be opened, and someone will immediately come to capture the person!

Wang Jinlian has been in the underworld for six hundred years, and has been suppressed by icebergs for six hundred years. The Taoist people in the world of the world are also familiar with it. I believe she must know what this is, so I have been paying attention to her expression.

"I don't know what kind of person you were before, but I know that you are not a good person now. I believe that God has the virtue of good people, but I don't want to let the bad people go and let the good people suffer. That is to help the evildoers, and God will punish them!

Therefore, this thing is probably the most suitable for you. Look at this place. The yin energy is very nourishing. If you are buried here and you have the talisman with you, your soul that is about to collapse will soon stabilize until... again

When you become a normal Yin person, then there will naturally be Yin messengers in the underworld to talk to you and take you where you need to go. This is a way to have both worlds!"

I looked into her eyes and said word by word: "But you don't like this two-pronged approach very much. What do you want to resist? If you are not willing to do this, now is your only chance.
Chapter completed!