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In fact, when Tang Ye took out the string of incense money, the ghost's attention was completely attracted, as if he had been used to impose a fixed technique and remained motionless.

Incense money is the treasure of the monks, and it is also the favorite thing for ghosts and ghosts, more than anything else.

Money is connected with ghosts and gods.

Of course, this money does not mean ordinary gold, silver and wealth, but incense money.

As for the 15th day of the lunar month and the 19th day of the year, the paper money people burned on it was just a copy of incense money, with a little yin energy on it, which could be absorbed by ghosts and ghosts, and it was just a pleasure to enjoy it.

The value and effect of paper money, compared with real incense money, is completely different from that of the same level.

Tang Ye took out a string of incense money and applied his essence and blood to it. The yellow and red lines were apart. He stretched out his hand and pointed it, and the century-old ghost knelt on the ground.

Tang Ye himself did not expect such an effect.

He thought that taking out this string of incense money would be able to bribe the ghost, but he unexpectedly knelt down...

What about a century-old ghost?

Where is the backbone?

Where is dignity?

Such behavior is more slavery than the saying goes, "Money can make the devil push the mill."

It seems that there is no difference between being a ghost and being a human being.

Tang Ye was a little surprised and no longer neglected. He reached out to reveal something, but it was a piece of black cloth.

Shift gently, spread the black cloth, and then put the money on it.

Huh!

A century-old ghost floated over and flew onto the black cloth like a hungry dog ​​snatching food.

Tang Ye was quick-eyed and quick-handed, wrapped the cloth and packed it.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

There were sobs inside, which gradually calmed down and lost its voice.

"This is the shroud..."

Taoist Master Linghe was shocked tonight more than the total of decades in the past. He rushed over quickly, his face changed, and his face changed, with a passionate smile on his face. His hands were rubbed together to express his inner excitement: "Then, how are you? Have you eaten?"

Tang Ye glanced at him and felt that his master was speechless and had no logic.

I am currently doing a ritual and catching ghosts. When I suddenly talk about eating, it is simply a bad thing.

But when he mentioned the food, he really felt a little hungry.

Didn't eat supper.

After a lot of trouble, it consumes a lot.

The Taoist stared at the package in Tang Ye's hand with a scorching eyes: "Oye, you, your shroud..."

Tang Ye replied: "It was picked up by chance."

He paused and looked at the Taoist: "Master, do you believe me if I say that?"

Of course, the incense money and shroud were not picked up, but were exchanged for blood from Yanhuang's will.

Two things cost him three hundred bloody points, which was a huge sum of money.

Fortunately, the effect was indeed amazing, so I directly accepted this century-old ghost.

Taoist Master Linghe blinked and said to himself, "I picked it up? This is a lie?" But he still smiled: "I believe it, I believe whatever you say! Let me show it?"

Tang Ye handed over the package.

The Taoist continued carefully.

It was originally a black cloth, which looked mottled and worn, with all kinds of stains on it, as if it was stained with mud and the like.

But Taoist Linghe was a person who knew the goods. He knew very well that it was not mud stains, but patina.

Yes, it is similar to the statement on antiques and is called "paste".

The patina on antiques is formed by precipitation over time; while the patina of the shroud appears after wrapping many corpses.

"Good thing!"

Taoist Master Linghe's eyes shone brightly, his mouth smacked sounds, and he touched the shroud as if he was touching his beloved girl.

This shroud is wrapped in a century-old ghost, bulging, and it is soft and elastic.

The Taoist felt excited, bowed his head down, and smelled it deeply, and his body and mind were both refreshed: "This luster, this smell! This is definitely a hundred-year-old shroud, it should be three hundred years old."

Tang Ye was stunned when he heard this. This master who seemed to be poor in his studies had a good vision.

After smelling it, Taoist Master Linghe looked up at Tang Ye, as if he had known him for the first time, and his expression was complicated.

Tang Ye coughed dryly: "Master..."

The Taoist quickly waved his hand: "I'm sorry and dare not take it... Otherwise, I can call you Master?"

Tang Ye was amused and crying: "Master, where did you say you went? Incense money and shrouds were really something I got unexpectedly. My ability to draw talismans is indeed what you taught me, and of course you are my master."

This sounds comfortable.

Taoist Master Linghe was quite satisfied and smiled and said, "Ono, it turns out that you are confident, no wonder you dare to take this job."

Tang Ye hurriedly said, "Master, go and see Mr. Ren first."

After the ghost was taken away, the temperature in the courtyard began to rise and gradually became normal. Lanterns were carried around, and the stars and moon were bright in the night sky.

Ren Zhong collapsed on the ground and began to breathe, making a sound.

Taoist Master Linghe came over and observed the situation, and said "Huh" in his mouth: "Strange, he is not dead yet..."

Tang Ye couldn't help but curl his lips: How did you say this? Fortunately, Ren Tingting was still dizzy and there was no one else there. If they heard it, they would not come up and tear off the Taoist's mouth?

However, Taoist Master Linghe's words are rough and not rough. Ordinary people will definitely die after such serious tossing. Just now, the stench of corpses appeared on Ren Chong's body.

Of course, Tang Ye didn't want Ren Chong to die, because he was not afraid of being troubled by the Ren family. With his martial arts skills, in the vast Taiping County, no one in the normal crowd could threaten him. As for the security team and the patrol team.

Haha, when Tang Ye was in Shencheng, he was not afraid of those well-equipped Japanese soldiers, and the guards of a mere county town were even less afraid.

However, Ren Zhong may have clues of "blessing the heavenly officials", and Tang Ye naturally hopes that he can survive.

Taoist Linghe turned Ren Chong over, reached out to roll his eyelids, looked at it, and then pinched Ren Zhong: "The life is temporarily saved, but I won't live long."

At this moment, Ren Tingting on the other side woke up faintly and her consciousness recovered. She was so scared that she stood up, looked up and looked around. When she saw Tang Ye and Taoist Master Linghe were both there, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she saw her father lying on the ground and rushed over: "Father, what's wrong with you, Father?"

The Taoist said, "Miss Ren, don't worry, the evil spirits have been exorcized successfully, and the ghosts have been taken over by our master and apprentice. However, your father was injured, fainted, and was very weak, and needed conditioning. You can find a doctor to take a look and prescribe the right medicine."

Ren Tingting's eyes were filled with tears, and she hurriedly thanked: "Thank you two..."

As he was talking, footsteps were loud, and a group of people rushed in with torches in his hands.

There were a large number of people, at least forty or fifty. There were young and strong people, and more than a dozen security guards wearing uniforms and holding rifles.

Isn’t it Mr. Zhao who leads the leader?
Chapter completed!